A/n: Sorry it's been so long. On a side note, I got a new plant and I named it Garcia.
"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars." ~ Khalil Gibran

Ashley's eyes remained closed until the click clack of heels stopped in front of her cell door.

Her eyes fluttered open, but she didn't bother to stand or sit up. "I'm assuming you're Erin Strauss."

The blonde woman placed down her briefcase. "I'd rather skip the pleasantries and get down to business."

Ashley shrugged before lazily sitting up. "Suit yourself."

"No one's trying to prove your innocence. If you plead guilty, you'll spare yourself a trial, and I'll see to it that you're well compensated."

The teen turned her head slightly and let her gaze flick around the cell before her eyes flickered towards Erin. "No, I'll take the trial, thank you very much."

Ashley had to force herself not to smile as the blonde fought back an involuntary shudder. Eye movement without head movement gets them every time.

"You very publicly lost your mind."

Ashley lets a cold, deadly grin pass over her face. "I did."

"We'll be arguing that you're an intelligent psychopath."

"Budding psychopath is the term you're looking for, although I do believe 'budding sociopath' might be more accurate."

"Excuse me?"

Ashley smirked slyly to herself. "A person must be at least 18 years old to receive a diagnosis of antisocial personality disorder. Well, according to the internet, anyhow. I would've been 15 when I allegedly went on that murder spree you keep accusing me of, Erin."

The woman in question paled slightly. "You're lying."

"I'm a lot of things, but a lier isn't typically one of them. How old was Doctor Reid when you finally allowed him to go out into the field? What, 23, 24 maybe? And that was after the three doctorates, right?"

Ashley let out a manic burst of laughter as she ran her fingers almost playfully over her cell bars. "I think I got him beat. I don't even have an entire year of high school under my belt!"

Erin opened her mouth only to be cut off by the teen once more. "You put a 15 year old in the field to hunt down serial killers." Ashley shrugged and shifted her weight slightly as she moved closer. " And that poor, sweet, innocent 15 year l old? She lost her goddamn mind! Now, that's what the judges and jury will hear. So, by all means, go on and tell the world how a high school dropout fooled the entire FBI, including Doctor Spencer Reid, with his highly esteemed IQ of 187. It'll make some headlines, that's for sure."

Erin Strauss pierced her lips. It was almost certain the FBI would win against Will Graham. However, if what Ashley was saying was true, she'd win without a doubt. Would she most likely end up in a mental health facility? Sure, most likely. But would she succeed in dragging the entire FBI through the press? Absolutely. In fact, Ashley looked like she was absolutely prepared to trample the FBI beneath her feet, and for extra measure, dance on-top of their graves. Well, perhaps with the exception of Spencer Reid, since she spoke of him almost fondly.

Ashley practically cackled as Erin Strauss finally walked away. "See you in court Erin!"

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Ashley wasn't sure how long she was left to her own devices before she was all but dragged out of her cell by a guard and placed in front of a distressed Spencer Reid who somehow looked more disgruntled than she did. Her eyes flickered to the laptop on the table.

It wasn't just any old laptop, it was hers, from the black irredentist outsides to the skull insignia on the back, right down to the keyboard which lit up with the bisexual flag. Demigods couldn't use electronics without attracting monsters, so she had invented her own. It had taken nearly an entire YEAR of trial and error to design it, but it was so worth it.

But she wasn't supposed to have internet access. She was trained by a cyberterrorist supervillain for crying out loud! And yet, here it was in front, sitting in front of her on a golden platter. "I can't say I'm not grateful, but I must admit I'm a little confused."

"Garcia was shot." Ah, that explains why his eyes are so red. "We need you to hack her computer."

Ashley snapped open her laptop. "What am I looking for exactly?"

There was that nagging question in the back of her mind, why didn't Reid just do this himself? She squashed it down as she watched the familiar codes start to cover the screen. Penelope Garcia was the best the FBI had to offer. And she was good... but the Riddler was just as good. Ashley had bested Nygma when she was twelve, she could beat Garcia at 16.

"He knows legal terminology but he's not a working lawyer. And he's a classic narcissist."

"A narcissistic law drop out. Do you have any idea how little you narrowed my suspect pool?" Before he could comment,  Ashley cut him off. "What about law enforcement? Right, yeah I'll do that when I break through this firewall. I.A.'s been giving you guys trouble?"

"Yeah."

Ashley hummed her acknowledgment. "Hmm I figured." There was silence for a moment besides the click clacks of the keyboard. "I have a safe house or two you guys can borrow if you need to. Well, technically speaking, it's not MY safe house, but Batsy really should change the passcode more often. That's sorta on him, y'a know?"

Both of Reid's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Oh, don't give me that look. We have a mutual understanding."

"How many times have you hacked Batman?"

Ashley shrugged. "Only as many times as I found necessary. He always gets so touchy and I can't say I blame him. His computer's like half the size of this room and it's shaped like a bat. Very on brand. Still not as nice as his private jet though. And you should see how many buttons he has in car! None of them are labeled of course, but I can write up a list if you want. Well, not NOW obviously. But like, at another time or something. Or you could ask any of the Rouges, really."

In all honesty, Ashley had already knocked down Garcia's firewall and was mostly done sifting through the sea of information sitting in front of her. However, being granted internet access and unlimited access to the best that the FBI had to offer definitely was a privilege. And she planned to take FULL ADVANTAGE, even if none of them trusted her ever again. It would be worth it just to see the look on Hannibal's face when he asks in the calmest voice possible why his sound system would only play extremely provocative music [with the exception of Cannibal by Kesha]. Would he kill her? Sure, probably. Would it be worth it? 100%.

It didn't take much prodding to change the topic to Greek mythology (facts versus myths). With Reid's interest piqued, it was easy to finish finding what she needed and switch to Hannibal's devices.

It was taking everything in her to not break down into a fit of immature snickering. The look on Hannibal's face would be exactly what she needed right about now. Ashley quickly exited out of the tab dedicated to Hannibal's sound system before declaring triumphantly. "Ok, got it! Normally, this is WAY easier for me because I can literally just look at someone's soul and go 'oh yeah, this guy's got a body count', but power zapping collar and all that. I've managed to narrow it down to four that fit the profile, but this one..." Ashley pauses slightly for dramatic effect as she clicks on a file. "Looks the most like the sketch."

Reid beamed and went to make a hasty exit after a quick thank you, leaving Ashley alone once more.