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"DEAR KARMA, I HAVE A LIST OF PEOPLE YOU MISSED."
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"He's... he's not responding..." Natalia started breathing heavily. "What are we not doing over there? We should be over at his house looking for him! Why are we not looking for him?!"
"Talia, calm down. I need you to take a deep breath." Reid looked into her eyes. He led her over to the couch by the wall, and helped her sit down. His body slightly stiffened as she leaned her head onto his shoulder.
"I'm calm. I'm calm." She breathed out.
Everything was silent until, without warning, a man burst through the door. He had a .40 caliber in his holster and an FBI badge in his hand. "Where is Natalia Boone?"
Tali stood up from the couch and turned around to face the man. Her eyes examined the gun to his side, and the badge. They were real. "Who are you?" She asked.
"Unless you're answering my question, you will not speak unless spoken to." His voice was stern, and he marched up to her until his face was inches away from hers.
"Natalia Boone is right here. Now, who the hell are you?"
The man roughly grabbed onto her arm, causing everyone in the room to take a step forward in reflex. He turned to face them. "Special agent James Ford. I'm being assigned to head this investigation. I make the orders. I make the decisions. Anything you have to say, you say to me. We're treating miss Boone as a suspect until further notice, and if you have any comments, do feel free to share."
"I have one or two.." Natalia mumbled. The rest of the team was too stunned to speak.
"None? Good." Ford squeezed Tali's arm harder and practically dragged her to the door. Before they headed out into the hall, he positioned her hands outward and her legs apart to search her for any weapons. Ford started at her ankles and slowly went to her sides.
"Watch where you put your fucking hands." She snarled.
He removed a government issued 9mm from behind her back, but aside from that, she was clean. The agent reached out to grab her arm once more. "Don't you touch me. I can walk on my own."
Without listening to her warning, James scoffed and reached out. Natalia balled her hand into a fist and whirled it forward, smacking the man as hard as she could.
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"Ok, is this really necessary?" Tali shifted in her seat. She was back in the interrogation room, with her hands cuffed to the table. Her right hand was bruised, and she felt her knuckles throbbing.
A few seconds later, Ford walked into the room with a file in his hand. He had a bandage over his brow bone, and there was a large and darkened bruise over his orbital bone. She had to shove her face into her elbow sleeve to stop herself from laughing.
"You think this is funny? Eh?" He slapped the folder down in front of his seat, and he looked across the table at her. "You hit like a girl."
Natalia looked up from her sleeve and frowned. She examined the damage done to his face once more. "If you hit a little harder then maybe you could too."
There was a long silence before he opened up the file. "What does the name 'Netanela Kahan mean to you, sweetheart?"
"It means go to hell." She spat.
"Hm, no, I don't think that's it." He slid the file her way. "Why don't you take a look?"
Natalia snatched the papers from out of the folder and felt her blood run cold. Her eyes scanned over the information. Anyone could have easily seen her complexion run pale. "Where did you get this?"
"You can't escape him Natalia."
"Escape who? Luca?"
"You know exactly who I'm talking about."
"No. No, you're wrong." She shook her head in dismay.
Ford stood up and took the file with him. "Baruch sends his regards." And with that, he walked out of the door.
"NO! HE'S DEAD! HE'S DEAD, FORD! DEAD!" She began to scream out and slam her hands down as hard as she could. "DEAD!" Seconds after the special agent left, Reid and JJ ran in. They uncuffed her hands and she practically collapsed in Spencer's arms. Sobs left her throat.
When they first met her, they could easily assume that Luca scared her. Luca was nothing, compared to what lay in the shadows watching her. Waiting for her. She knew there was a storm coming. A very, big storm.
