The Princess' Revenge

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Jayne moved forwards, "My guys are ready." Emily nodded. Rossi turned to Emily, "It might just be a good idea to have them cover the exits, they shouldn't come in with us. We don't know for sure how she'll react to their presence." Emily turned to Jayne, "Cover all the exits, Rossi's right, I don't want to put any of your guys in unnecessary danger." Jayne nodded, "Fair call. We'll be on radios then."

The uniformed officers moved forwards with the FBI agents slightly hidden in the mass of blue. The BAU split up, Matt and Luke headed to the back exit, Tara and JJ took the side while Rossi, Emily, and Reid went through the front. The doors opened with creaks, showing their age. When they moved inwards of the open warehouse, Tommy and Natalia had two guns each, both pointing towards the groups. Natalia had one trained on Rossi, Emily and Reid, the other on JJ and Tara, while Tommy had one on Luke and Matt with the other simply pointed at Emily. "Natalia." Emily due the vicious beauties attention to her. "Niviene." Natalia/Niviene corrected her. "Niviene, Tommy, put down your weapons. We can talk about this, I don't want anyone getting hurt." Natalia/Niviene scoffed, "Is that what you said to my mother before she died?" Reid stammered for a few moments, reliving the moment Morgana perished in front of him. "Actually, the last thing I said to her was...medics will be here in three minutes. I tried to save her." Niviene growled "Evidently it wasn't enough." Emily shook her head, "There was nothing any of us could do, and we didn't know she was poisoned until she told us." Niviene's eyes narrowed her eyes darkening, Tommy nodded beside her. "It's what the report said." Niviene rolled her eyes and shook her head, mocking him. He gave an offended look, "Hey I am just trying to be what was it people said, 'your true and gentle knight.' I mean you are the daughter of the devil." Niviene groaned so softly that Emily and the others almost missed it. "And..." Tommy continued, "You knew what you were falling for, the blackened rebel knight..." Tommy tossed his head, his coal black curls bouncing, he continued sarcastically. "At least you didn't fall for a fallen killer angel, like some BAU agent." Reid stiffened and JJ snuck him a look from the side door, the BAU group knew that Reid had had some feelings for Morgana but they didn't know the extent nor did he tell them. Reid hadn't fallen deeply for Morgana but he had some semblance of connection with her but he hadn't fallen in love with her.

Tommy waved his gun, Emily tensed but didn't shoot. "So this is revenge is it?" Matt questioned, Luke gave his own pithy comment to the mix. "We know all about revenge and how to seek it. It doesn't all ways make you feel better and it doesn't take the hurt away." Tommy smirked at Luke's comment before continuing his own diatribe. "I know that personally." Luke's brows furrowed at the throwaway comment. Tommy went on. "This plan was thought up the moment she saw you. I would go on, but I've already read War and Peace." Niviene turns to her husband, ignoring the team's guns pointed at them, her husky voice rumbling through her husband's skin, shocked. "You've read War and Peace?" His indignant answer bounces off the walls. "Yes!" With a roll of her eyes, Niviene turns back to the BAU surrounding her, eyes flicking between the three groups. Emily held out one of her hands in an attempt to placate the pair. "I am sorry that your mother died." Niviene scoffed. "Why didn't you kill the same way she did?" Reid asked, JJ gave a warning through the announcement of his name from the side door. He shrugged, "I'm curious, children who want to surpass their parents or enact revenge like this usually commit the murders the same why as they did, which, in your mother's case was slitting their throats." Niviene gave a dismissive shrug. "I did with the last one. Besides, the psychological torture of killing people who looked like you is more my style. Plus, it was her first case, which makes it even more damaging psychologically." Reid's eyes flickered over to Emily, JJ, Tara, and Rossi all of whom stiffened slightly at the blasé way their mental health and lives were being referred to and the way they were used against them.

Emily adjusted her footing but otherwise didn't move. "Your mother was a hard killer to profile, we almost didn't figure out it was her." Niviene raised her eyebrows, mimicking an artistic expression of shock on her heart-shaped face. She hummed lightly, "Oh, how tragic." She pouted, "You couldn't figure out she was killing people who reminded her of her father." She gave a light disbelieving sigh. Tommy snorted beside her. Emily flexed her fingers that were wrapped around her gun, before tightening her grip. "Your mother was a FBI agent, we had no reason to suspect her, we also didn't know about her mother's murder or her sociopathic tendencies. She died protecting you, we know that now. She hid the identity of the person who killed her in her favourite book." Niviene paused. "What was the book?" Each BAU member blinked in surprise at the sudden turn. "What book?" Niviene demanded anger lacing her tone. "Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë." This caused Niviene to pause. "That's not my mother's favourite book." JJ lifted and dropped one shoulder and almost too casually for the situation replied, "That's the book we found." Niviene looked a mix between shocked and annoyed, "My mother's favourite book was not Wuthering Heights. It was Jane Eye by Charlotte Brontë." Reid muttered in Emily's ear "Makes sense she probably identified with the main character's isolation." Emily raised her eyebrows, "That's something that should have tipped us off then." Niviene tilted her head forwards and spoke sarcastically "Ya think?" Tommy raised his eyebrows. "You let her die, you watched and did nothing!" Niviene's voice rose cracking with despair at the loss of her mother. Again, Emily tried to placate her, but Niviene's anger rose, her blue eyes hardening to cold unforgiving ice.

Niviene checked the team's movement and her eyes flashed as her chin rose. "My mother is dead, and I have waited for my revenge. You see this wasn't my plan, I didn't want to end up like my mother, bent on revenge at those who wronged me. But..." She shrugged, a smirk dancing across her mouth, the right corner of her lips tilting up more than the left. It gave the impression that she would have no remorse for her actions, her eyes drooped almost seductively. "But now..." She raised her eyebrows and gave an almost overly sickly sweet grin. "Now, I'd rather have my revenge." She started forwards and Emily raised her weapon a touch higher. Tommy's overprotectiveness of his wife, his family, reared its head and he stepped in front of her. "That's my wife." He threatened, rising his own weapon and lunging at Emily. He fired two shots but missed as Emily, Rossi, and Reid moved out the way. Emily fired her own two, tapping him dead centre of his chest. He fell in a heap. Niviene shrieked wildly, and Matt told the local police to hold off as Niviene was extremely volatile at this point.

She fired a shot towards Emily who ducked behind a large column. Each member of the team also ducked behind various objects in an effect to dodge the bullets that Niviene fired at them. Turning Niviene fired a shot towards Reid, who returned fire. She just missed his head, he struck her in the shoulder, she reeled back and stood straighter aiming for him again, Luke and JJ both fired a shot as the others had another member in their line of fire due to the limited hiding spots. Both stuck her in the back. JJ hitting her in the back of the neck and Luke's one lodging itself in her spine, severing it. She fell forwards in a sprawl. Her legs akimbo, the gun clattered out of her hand. Her arms were spread out in front of her, she faced sideways with her long loose black hair covered her pained expression. The three pins that were in her hair, tumbled out in front of her hair, twinkling in the low light. The BAU members crept and stood from their hiding spots. They stood around the lover's bodies, their hands outstretched seemly towards the other, neither hand was touching, missing the other by inches.