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𝐢𝐱. 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐢𝐱. 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫

                          𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 through the quiet, dark streets ― four different SUV's containing the two teams rushed through the streets of Denver. "What do we know?" Leslie questioned, as she looked over the back of her seat with a questioning cocked brow towards Avery. 

"It's an abandoned building on the outskirts of Denver." Avery spoke, pursing her lips. "Much like where Raisa committed suicide." She lied, smoothly as Carson rubbed his finger over Avery's hand ― partly because she was nervous about the fact that one she was about to see her older sister again, and two ― she was now a killer that shot an FBI agent with no remorse along with someone else that Avery still had to believe had done it. 

"This suspect has to be connected to the Shayk family in some way." Leslie spoke, pursing her lips as their comms crackled to life. 

"You got that right, Les." She spoke, "I tracked the siblings calls, Ivanna and Alla's calls ― Iva has called the FBI tip-line two times this week, I think she's turning rat." Garcia spoke, and Leslie looked shocked.

"Shit." Leslie cursed, hitting her foot against the gas harder. "If she's turning rat, she's in danger. Mob's hate rats." She spoke, as she rushed through traffic lights ― the three other SUV's following in close pursuit before they all pulled into the abandoned house. 

The BAU and Leslie's team piled out of the cars, pulling around the front of the house to discuss what their plan was. "Avery, Morgan. You two go in through the front, Eddie, Carson go in through the sides ― the rest of us will go in the back." Avery nodded, pulling her gun out of its holster.

Derek sighed before heading up the stairs ― his weight, make the old wood creak loudly underneath his feet. "Shut up." Avery hissed, slapping his bicep as she stepped up beside him and Derek glared at her.

"How am I supposed to shut up. The stairs are old." He whispered, harshly back and Avery rolled her eyes as she reached out to open the door ― but Derek put his hand on top of hers after hearing sound coming from inside. 

"I can't!" A male voice rattled around inside, "I refuse to do that to her!" His voice spoke louder, it was getting closer to the front door ― Avery quickly pushed Morgan backwards, his back hitting the front wall as she leaned against the wall near the door ― she gnawed on her cheek. 

Her suspicions were confirmed, Iosif Oblonsky stepped out of the abandoned house. Avery quickly put the gun against his temple, "FBI. Put your hands in the air." She speaks, and he looks down at her. The barrel pointed towards him in case he does something stupid. 

"You won't shoot." He spoke confidently, and she put her finger on the trigger ― he let a frown roll over his features before kneeling on the floor, his hands behind his head as Derek quickly cuffed him and brought him towards the car. 

Avery was looking on wards as Iosif was pushed into the SUV, when she was hit from behind ― her body going flying forward into someone's arms. Her lips parting as she took deep breaths in her slumber. 

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                        𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 she came too, the sun lighting up the small room she was in. She closed her eyes, in an effort to keep the bright light from hurting her vision even more than it was already was. As she went to rub her eyes, she realised she couldn't. 

Her eyes floated down to where there were robes around her arms, legs and abdomen. "Oh, lovely." She mutters, pursing her lips as the door opens. She looks up and a bitter smile forms on her lips. "Alla." She says.

"Hello Raisa." She speaks, stepping into the room ― and shuts the door behind her, "This contraption is for our own safety." She spoke pointing to the ropes as Avery relaxes in the chair with a deadly smile forming on her lips.

"Right." Avery spoke, sarcastically. "I think it's actually for your safety, because you know who really killed Arlo, and you killed Ivanna's husband Gabe, and then tried to kill Carlie. And it's because you know if I weren't in these." She speaks, showing the ropes before leaning forward.

"I would kill you." She spoke deadly. Fear flashed in Alla's eyes before she went back to being emotionless and Avery ― or Raisa leaned back in her seat, "You got better at hiding your emotions, oh that's right ― it's been what three decades since Arlo's death?" She mused.

"Don't you fucking dare." She seethed, and Avery cocked a brow at her.

"Do I have to remind you who's arms he died in, Alla?" She speaks, pursing her lips. "He died in mine, not yours, not dads, not mums, not Iva's, mine." She growls out, and the door slams open as her father stormed in.

"Oh lovely." She speaks, sarcasm dripping from her tongue. "It's a family fucking reunion!" She spoke, falsely cheering. He backhanded her across the face, and she gritted her teeth ― as she contained a small yelp at the pain radiating through her cheek.

"Dad!" Alla screeched, surprised that he laid his hands on me. Not like it was the first time. Avery thought bitterly, as he sent a glare that sent her slumping back into her seat. Her father's eyes finally retreated back to his second youngest daughter. 

"Raisa." He spoke, "You've grown up to be a beautiful young lady."

"This is not some fucking family reunion." She spat, as his hand caressed her cheek. "Get the fuck on with what you want to say, and then kill me." She speaks, and he drops his hands as he smirks.

"Oh Raisa." he spoke darkly. "This is not about me killing you, I want you to come back into our family." Raisa froze up, her eyes shooting open at that statement before they darkened again.

"I will never go back to that life." She spoke, gritting her teeth. "I catch guys like you for a living now and I would rather die before go back to that life." She says, before leaning back in her seat as she saw Alla's and her fathers shocked expression.

"You will change your mind." Her father speaks, running his fingers through his brown going on grey hair. "You always do." He speaks, storming out of the room and slamming the door shut and letting his two daughters jump up in shock.

Alla looked at her sister once with pleading eyes, "I'm sorry Alla. I'm not going back to that life." Raisa says, and Alla sighs before walking behind her sisters chair and pulling a knife out of her boot. 

She quickly cut one of the ropes, "I never wanted to do this, be careful ― don't let yourself get caught." She speaks, before following in their fathers footsteps and leaving the room.