Once the profile was done, Morgan walked up with a piece of paper,"I've got four names on the bottom of the list Prentiss gave us. Luke Renault, Lawrence Riley, Lila Rafferty, Lyle Rogers."

"All with the initials L.R." Seaver turned.

"The CIA uses cryptograms like that to assign the non official cover agents working the same case." Hotch sighed.

"So do other foreign countries." Morgan nodded, pointing to the list,"These last four names are covers, spies."

"Wait. No, this isn't right." Garcia grabbed the paper,"You- Do you see this space? That shouldn't be there."

"Could it be a formatting error?" Reid asked.

"No, this is a spreadsheet template. Formatting doesn't allow this. There's a missing name on here."

"It's another spy whose cover is L.R." Hotch nodded.

"Lauren Reynolds is dead." Reid recalled.

"What?" Fleur turned to him.

"'Lauren Reynolds is dead'. Prentiss said that on a phone call seventeen days ago." Reid told them,"But her intonation wasn't surprise or grief. It was like a mantra, like she was reminding herself. Lauren Reynolds, L.R."

"When I first met Emily, that's how I met her, as Lauren. Obviously she couldn't tell me what her case was but- She could be in danger." Fleur stood up.

"That explains her behavior this past month. The secrets, the evasion." Rossi shook his head.

"She's been biting her fingernails again, too." Elijah added.

"Guys." Hotch went into Emily's desk drawer where her badge, gun, and phone were.

"She left her badge and gun? Why would she do that?" Morgan asked.

"That doesn't make sense. Why run? We're her family. We can help." Reid looked at them.

"Doyle's killing families. She's not married, not close to relatives. He was ready to wipe us out. She ran.. To protect us." Rossi sighed.

"I should've noticed the signs." Fleur cursed.

"You couldn't have seen this coming." Elijah shook his head,"Don't blame yourself."

"She was acting so strange, I should've known."

"Flo, it'll be okay." Morgan assured her,"We'll catch Doyle and help Prentiss."

Fleur nodded slowly,"Yeah..Yeah."

"She's a trained spy, she doesn't want to be found." Rossi sighed.

"She knows all of our tricks. We don't know any of hers." Morgan crossed his arms.

"Alright, then how do we find her?" Garcia asked.

"Here's how. Ian Doyle is our UnSub, Prentiss is our victim. We profile their behaviour and we treat it like any other case. Because terrorism isn't an area we specialise in, I've reached out to an expert from the State Department, someone who can also shed light on Prentiss' past." Hotch nodded.

"Who?" Reid tilted his head.

"Her." Hotch looked at the door as.. JJ walked in.

"Let's get to work." JJ smiled.

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"Okay, so I talked to a friend from Langley. He couldn't give me Emily's full CIA history, but he could give me this." JJ pulled up Lauren Reynolds cover.

"She assumed the identity of Lauren Reynolds as part of a special task force called JTF-12." Fleur nodded, remembering little of what Emily told her.

"I heard about them. They were profiling terrorists, weren't they?" Rossi nodded slowly.

"Yeah, assembled after 9/11. CIA and Western agencies contributed their best and brightest." JJ hummed.

"But serial killers and terrorists have different personality traits." Seaver pointed out.

"How does Doyle fit in?" Reid asked.

"He was their last case. And now the JTF is on his list. Jeremy Wolff was victim number one, from Germany's BND. Sean McCallister at Interpol was the second. He's the one that brought the JTF in to work the Doyle case. He was murdered last week in Brussels with his wife and daughter. Tsia Mosley of France's DCRI, she got engaged to Jeremy earlier this year. After he died, she fled to D.C. and team leader, Clyde Easter, British SIS. He hasn't checked in since Tsia's murder. He was also in D.C." JJ explained, showing pictures of all the Agents on the screen.

"Did JTF make the arrests?" Horch raised a brow.

"No, the host countries handled that." She shook her head,"The team moved on to the next case."

"If all they did was deliver a profile, how does Doyle even know about them?"

"Well, considering the shadowy nature of terrorist cells, they utilize a skill we don't. Infiltration." JJ sighed.

"Who was undercover on Doyle?" Reid questioned.

"Emily. She made contact with him in Boston to get Intel on Valhalla. She was posing as another weapons dealer." JJ explained.

"Look at how she's dressed. She seems awfully comfortable." Morgan looked at all the photo.

"How close did she get to Doyle as part of her cover?" Elijah asked.

"The recon they did on Doyle included a background of all of his romantic relationships. Emily was his type." Fleur sighed.

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"Emily walked into a trap. It looks like Doyle got into the SUV, but from this angle, you can see that he didn't, which I wish Boston PD would've told me before I started watching." Garcia explained as they sat on the jet, showing them the footage,"Sorry again for the screaming."

"She threw a flashbang grenade into a car. She's lucky the three people inside didn't die. Isn't anyone else bothered by that?" Morgan looked around.

"Well, three bad guys." Fleur muttered.

"Illegal as it is, I think Prentiss knows she has to be as ruthless as Doyle." Hotch nodded.

"He's come to the US to wage a public vendetta and hired a group of mercenaries to remain loyal to him. He has nothing to lose so she has to act the same way." Reid sighed.

"So how did Doyle know she was waiting for him?" Rossi asked.

"Well, the mole must have told him, right? The same guy who's been feeding Doyle the contractors and agents?" JJ suggested.

"And our best suspect was just arrested with a suitcase full of cash." Seaver shook her head,"How do we get Easter to talk? He won't cooperate willingly."

"I'll handle that. The rest of you focus on Doyle's location." Hotch nodded.

"I hate to be the one to ask this but.. How long does Emily have?" Elijah looked up at Hotch.

Hotch stayed quiet before sighing,"Her best chance is also the most troubling. Doyle saved her for last because he views her as his stressor. Which means he'll take his time."

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"Why were you calling Clyde Easter so much, Jack?" Elijah asked.

He and Fleur were interviewing the suspect they now believed to be the mole Jack Fahey.

"Anybody got a smoke?" Fahey asked, ignoring them before he looked at Fleur,"How about you, Baguette?"

Elijah rolled his eyes, turning to Fleur,"What do you think?"

"Narcissism masking deep-seated insecurity." Fleur shrugged.

"So if we puncture his self-image, this hood rat will talk." Elijah nodded slowly.

"Hey, hey, hey! I ain't no hood rat. You take that back." Fahey pointed.

"Well, you look like one. You smell like one." Elijah walked closer to Fahey before looking back at Fleur,"You smell that?"

Fleur sniffed the air,"Hood Rat."

"I am not! Take it back!"

"Hey, Jack. Do you know what a hood rat is?" Elijah leaned closer to him before shaking his head,"You see what I mean? He's just going to have to learn the hard way."

"Alright look- Clyde was gonna pay my medical bills, okay? This ear? It ain't growing back." Fahey rambled.

"Well, what happened to it?" He tilted his head.

"This bitch teammate of his shot it. Said it was a warning. Thought she could take on this big shot IRA named Doyle. So I told these-" He began as Fleur grabbed his ear.

"What the hell, bitch? Jeez!"

"Where's Emily?!"

"Who? I don't know!"

"Lauren Reynolds. Where is Lauren Reynolds?" Elijah crossed his arms.

Fahey smirked,"Oh..Friend of yours, is she?"

"You tell us where she is right now, or I swear, I will send you to a prison where they'll teach you what a hood rat is." Elijah spat.

"And by the time you do, she'll be in pieces. So.. My price just went up." He shrugged.

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"lan Doyle's a power-assertive psychopath, highly controlling and very explosive when something doesn't go as planned." Clyde told them.

"Okay, so how does this fit in with who he is as a family annihilator?" Seaver asked.

"And Prentiss' role in it?" Rossi added.

"Annihilators have a romanticised view of who their family is." Reid nodded.

"Well, actually, he was an orphan." Clyde told him.

"Well, they think of family as their possession, until something shatters all that and starts them killing." Morgan shrugged.

"But Doyle was never married."

"Children?" Fleur suggested.

"No."

"You wrote in your profile that he carried out his murders with a surgical-like precision." Reid handed Rossi a piece of paper.

"Yes." Clyde nodded.

"With no collateral damage." Fleur turned to him.

"That's right."

"Perhaps this child was a surrogate for one he had." Elijah suggested.

"Say Doyle had a child and you didn't know about it, is it possible that Prentiss did?" Fleur raised a brow.

"Then why would she keep it from me?" Clyde asked.

"Who else was in the compound the day that you arrested Doyle?" Hotch turned.

"Just his staff."

"All Irish?"

"Yeah." Clyde nodded.

"That's a start." Hotch sighed.

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"I got him! I matched Irish immigration records based on Doyle's employees." Garcia exclaimed,"Declan Jones, he's the only boy that matches. He settled in Boston eight years ago. Adoptive guardian, Louise Jones."

"Louise Jones. She was Doyle's housekeeper." Clyde nodded.

"Are they still alive?" Hotch asked.

"Declan and his mother went missing seven years ago. Bodies were never found. Wait, wait, what is this?" Garcia typed and a few pictures popped up on screen,"Oh god, someone took pictures of them being shot.."

"Is there an address?" Hotch leaned down.

"Uh.. Let's see.. That look like a warehouse. It's gotta be big enough to house a small army." Garcia typed quickly,"That means weapons, supplies. Which means it has its own perimeter. I got it. 1518 Adams Street."

"Let's go." Hotch nodded.

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The team were now sat in the hospital waiting room. Emily... Doyle had stabbed her in the abdomen with a broken piece of wood and they were waiting on news.

Fleur was sitting with her knees to her chest as she stared off into space, Morgan sitting in the middle of her and Garcia. Elijah had his arm around Reid, he was trying to be strong for both of them.. That's when JJ walked in.

JJ shook her head slowly, her eyes tearing up,"She never made it off the table."

"..No.." Fleur teared up, covering her face.

Reid stood up, looking down as he went to walk past JJ.

"Spence." JJ took his arm.

"I didn't get a chance to say goodbye.."

JJ sighed and pulled him into a hug. Everyone began to cry, they had lost an Agent.. A friend. All because of one man.. Ian Doyle.

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Elijah was sat on the couch after he and Reid returned home from the hospital. It didn't feel.. Real.

"I.. Would you like some tea?" Reid asked quietly.

"No thank you."

Reid hesitated before slowly sitting down next to Elijah. Elijah didn't look at Reid, but he leaned against him.

"I don't know what to say." Reid sighed.

"She's.. Really gone." Elijah nodded slowly.

"I didn't get to say goodbye to her." Reid shook his head.

"I know, baby."

"We- And he got away with it."

"We'll catch him." Elijah closed his eyes.

"I hope so." Reid sighed.

Elijah bit his cheek and he grabbed onto Reid's hand, squeezing it. Reid squeezed back, holding it close to him.

"Reid.. I'm scared." Elijah looked up at him.

Reid nodded,"So am I, love.. So am I."

"We've lost Emily.. What's to say i won't lose Fleur or you-"

"You could never lose me." Reid assured him.

"You don't know that." Elijah shook his head.

"Willingly? You could never get rid of me."

Elijah looked down before he wrapped his arms around Reid.

Reid hugged his boyfriend and kissed his head,"I love you.

"I love you too." Elijah finally let himself break.

"We'll be okay..Right?"

"..I don't know. I can't-" Elijah stopped, hiding his face in Reid's shoulder.

"It's okay." Reid sighed and kissed his head.

"I'm sorry."

Reid shook his head,"Don't be."

"Promise me you'll stay..?"

"I promise I'll stay with you." Reid assured him

"Thank you." Elijah smiled softly.

"Besides, you're stuck with me." He shrugged.

"I guess you're right." Elijah nodded slowly.

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Fleur and Derek finally got home from the hospital, neither of them really saying much.

Morgan was the one to break the silence, reaching out to Fleur,"Hey.."

Fleur gently petted Marie as she lay in her arms, shaking her head,"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." Morgan told her.

"I know but.. You- You held her as she died."

Morgan sighed, shaking his head,"I promised her that she'd be okay, that we'd get Doyle.."

"She could've told us- Even told me."

"I wish she did."

Fleur gently played with Marie's ears,"It's gonna be so empty without her."

"It won't be the same." Morgan nodded slowly.

"What if we get another replacement like Seaver?"

Morgan sighed,"They'd have a lot to live up to."

"If we get another Seaver, I'll go mad."

"I'll hold you and Elijah back." Morgan chuckled softly.

"She gets on my nerves so much, Derek. And she- She didn't even know Emily that well, she was acting more upset than anything."

"I know, hun." Morgan nodded.

"I hope she leaves soon." Fleur sighed.

"She will.. Hopefully."

Fleur leaned back,"..Marie wants her dad."

"I'm right here, baby." Morgan held his arms out.

Marie climbed into Morgan's arms, purring softly.

"See? I'm not going anywherr." Morgan petted her.

"If you go anywhere then she'll claw your eyes out." Fleur sighed.

"I promise, I'm not going anywhere." Morgan leaned over, kissing her cheek.

Fleur nodded,"I love you, Derek Morgan."

"I love you too, Fleur Howards." Morgan hummed.