"You called?" Fleur walked into Pierre's room.

"I did, sugar." Pierre smirked as he looked up at her.

"I like this place, don't tell me we're leaving yet?" Fleur hummed.

"Not just yet, but I've got a job for you." Pierre told her.

"What type?" She leaned against the table.

"Hm.. You know I like the quiet ones, they're always hiding something." Pierre slid a pen along his desk.

"You want me to talk to one of the girls?"

"I would."

Fleur nodded, leaving the room and headed towards one of their newest girls. Olivia.

"Knock knock." Fleur hummed and walked in.

"..You can come in." Olivia told her.

Fleur walked in, looking at Olivia,"My name's Fleur, and you're.. Olivia?"

"Yeah.. Yeah, I'm Olivia." She nodded slowly.

"I understand you're probably confused." Fleur sighed.

"That's an understatement."

"I was just like you." Fleur nodded,"Scared, confused."

"..I want to go home." Olivia told her.

"I know." Fleur sighed,"But you can't. This is your home now, and.. Wherever else we go."

"Please, I didn't do anything wrong." Olivia pleaded.

"No one ever does." Fleur sat down,"..You won't do it yet, but there's things you'll do. You'll go through some inspections first."

"Inspections?" Olivia blinked.

"Don't worry, you'll be knocked out for most of it." Fleur shrugged,"What age are you?"

Olivia crossed her arms over his chest,"Eleven."

"You're a little on the older side but..I'm sure they'll love you. Besides, you won't be doing this alone, I'll be there to support you for the first couple times." She got up, going over to the wardrobe.

"What do you mean?" Olivia asked slowly.

"What do you like to wear?" Fleur avoided the question.

"I like green.. It's my favourite colour." Olivia shrugged.

"Green and.. Gold will do." Fleur picked up some clothes, probably not suitable for an eleven year old to wear.

Olivia looked it up and down,"Do I.. Do I have to wear that?"

"Yes." Fleur answered,"Don't be shy, we haven't got all day." She turned around.

Olivia sighed and di as he was told, putting on the outfit Fleur selected. It was tight and now she felt cold..

Fleur turned around,"Perfect." She walked over, hesitating before she handed her her own cardigan, "..Keep it."

"Thank you." Olivia smiled softly.

"You won't get that kindness everywhere, enfant." Fleur nodded,"Take it when you can."

"I will."

"Come along." Fleur took her hand, walking towards Pierre's office.

Pierre looked at them as they entered, scanning Olivia up and down.

"Well?" Fleur asked.

"She's perfect." Pierre smirked.

"Who am I taking her to?" Fleur bit her cheek.

"You could leave her here with me." Pierre hummed.

"I don't share, Pierre." Fleur crossed her arms.

"Aw, I like it when you get possessive, doll." Pierre chuckled.

"Find someone else." Fleur told him.

Pierre looked from Fleur to Olivia,"She looks like Tobias' type."

"I'll take her." Fleur nodded, walking over and kissed his cheek.

"Good girl." Pierre leaned back in his chair.

"Come on, Livvy." Fleur took her hand and led her out of the room.

"Fleur.. I'm scared." Olivia told her.

Fleur looked down at her, her eyes softening before she turned away,"Don't worry. You'll get over it."

"Will I..?" She asked slowly.

"You..become numb to it." Fleur admitted.

Olivia squeezed her hand,"..They hurt you too."

Fleur stopped at the door, looking at Olivia,"All you have to do is agree with what they say, don't fight back." She knocked on the door.

Olivia nodded slowly as Tobias opened the door, looking down to Olivia,"Ah, a gift."

"Be kind." Fleur crossed her arms,"It's her first time."

"Oh, her first? Wow. A very special time for us both." Tobias smiled.

"Tobias." Fleur warned.

"I'll be gentle." Tobias raised his hands.

"Remember what I said." Fleur looked at Olivia.

"I will." Olivia whispered.

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"Case." Morgan nudged Elijah as he zoned out.

"Hm- Oh. Yeah, case." Elijah blinked.

"Come on, lover boy." Morgan chuckled.

"Shut up." Elijah rolled his eyes.

"Everyone here?" Garcia watched as they all walked in.

Hotch looked around and nodded,"Go ahead, Garcia."

"Last night, a little girl came into Florida PD claiming she was kidnapped and forced to do.. Horrendous things an eleven year old shouldn't be doing. The police thought it was just a normal kidnapping until she showed her branded ankle of a Dove." Garcia explained.

"The Doves." Rossi sighed, shaking his head.

"What's the Doves?" Morgan looked at him.

"A sex-trafficking ring that abducts kids all across the world, focusing on America and Europe." Rossi explained,"We've come across them before and thought we finished them off for good."

"The little girl won't talk to anyone so the police were hoping we would be able to go over and get her to do a cognitive." Hotch nodded.

"If these guys are as bad as you say they are, we need to track them down soon." JJ crossed her arms.

"Wheels up in ten." Hotch stood up.

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"I hate child cases.. They make me feel gross." Elijah sighed as he walked to the room where Olivia was.

"They always do." Reid sighed.

"I mean, they're kids." Elijah shook his head.

"You want to go in alone?"

Elijah looked to the door and bit his cheek, squeezing Reid's hand,"Not really."

"I'll come in." Reid nodded.

"Thank you." He smiled softly.

They walked in, sitting down before Liv slowly walked in.

"Olivia Brooks? I'm Agent Deans and this is Doctor Spencer Reid." Elijah introduced them,"We know you've been through a lot recently."

"I just want to go home." Olivia shook her head.

"I know, and I promise that you'll get to go home after this."

"Okay." Olvera nodded slowly.

"Alright, we need you to close your eyes and think back to where you were." Reid began,"What can you see?"

"When I woke up.. I was in an empty room. There was a bed, wardrobe.. Vanity. Then a bathroom attached." Olivia closed her eyes.

"Can you smell anything odd? Or hear anything?"

"It's.. Clean. Like bleach." Olivia nodded,"I can hear the water dripping from the sink.. Then she comes in."

"She?" Elijah tilted his head.

"Her name is Fleur. She was- She's nice but she has a mean look on her face."

"And she didn't do anything bad to you?" Reid asked.

"No." Liv shook her head,"She.. She picked my clothes for me, and took me to a man."

"Do you think.. You'd be able to describe Fleur for us if we got you a sketch artist?" Elijah questioned.

"Maybe." Liv nodded,"But they- They hurt her too."

Elijah nodded slowly,"You've been very helpful, Olivia."

"Can I go home now?"

"Of course."

Reid and Elijah got up, leaving the room to join the others.

"We could have a tramua bond." JJ suggested.

"That's what it sounded like to me." Elijah sighed.

"But how will we find her?" Garcia asked.

"We could look through missing girls to see if any might match the age description of Fleur" Reid told them.

"If it's a sex trafficking ring, they'll have changed her name. So we'll have to go off no names." Morgan crossed his arms.

"This is going to be a lot harder than we thought." Elijah sighed.

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Fleur was walking downtown, walking her dog, Beau.

"Excuse me, Ma'am." Morgan spoke as he approached her.

"Well hello." Fleur smiled, looking at Morgan.

"Fleur Howards?" He asked.

"That depends who's asking." Fleur tightened her grip on Beau's lead.

"SSA Derek Morgan, I'm with the FBI. I need you to come with me to answer a couple questions." Morgan showed her his badge.

"FBI?" Fleur blinked.

"Yes, Ma'am." He nodded.

"Then- Yeah, yeah. I'll come in, what's this about?" Fleur looked at him.

"We're looking into the Doves, ever heard of them?"

Fleur tilted her head as she thought,"No."

"Well, you'll find out all about them in your questioning." Morgan lead her towards his SUV.

"Of course." Fleur nodded,"What will happen to Beau?"

"Don't worry, he'll be looked after until we release you." Morgan assured her.

"Thank you, SSA Morgan." Fleur smiled softly.

"No problem."

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Fleur had been sitting in the interview room for a while now, no one had came in. She began wondering if she would be arrested or would one of the Doves come for her.

"Right, who's going in?" Morgan asked.

"How was she when you arrested her?" Hotch turned to her.

"Calm, almost too calm." Morgan sighed.

"How was she towards you? Like we Profiled?"

"She seemed polite, quiet.. She gripped her dog's lead when I asked her name."

"Morgan and Deans, you two go in. See what you can get out of her." Rossi nodded.

"We'll do our best." Elijah sighed.

"We'll be watching from the other side." JJ assured them.

Elijah and Morgan nodded before walking into the room, sitting in front of floor.

"Where's Beau?" Fleur looked up.

"Don't worry, Beau is just fine. He's being taken care of." Morgan told her.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Fleur sighed and leaned back,"Can I go? I'm late."

"We need to ask you some questions first." Elijah shook his head.

"Of course." Fleur nodded.

"Well, Fleur, where do you work?" Morgan asked.

"I don't work." Fleur chuckled.

"Any reason why?"

"My husband provides."

"Wish I could say the same." Elijah shook his head,"Is it just you and your husband at home? Any kids?"

"Just me and my husband." Fleur nodded.

"What's his name? We might need to speak with him." Morgan told her.

"No, he travels for work. He won't be able to get a signal."

"Are you able to at least tell us his name?"

"Scott Clifton." Fleur shrugged.

"And.. What does Scott do for work?" Elijah questioned.

"Business. Marketing."

"Do I have a company to go off of or..?"

"He's an entrepreneur." Fleur nodded.

"Have you noticed anything.. Off about your husband?" Morgan tilted his head.

"Not paticularly. He'll be tired after s long day, but other than that." Fleur shrugged.

"Of course." Elijah nodded.

"Okay, what's this about?" Fleur leaned forward.

"Well, a young girl came to the police claiming she was kidnapped and sexually assaulted." Morgan told her,"She was branded with a Dove symbol so we know which group id behind this."

"Oh my god.. Is she okay?"

"She will be." Elijah crossed his arms,"But she also claimed to meet a woman named Fleur there."

Fleur leaned back,"She did?"

"She did." He nodded.

"And you think that's me?"

"We do." Morgan nodded,"Unless you can prove your innocence."

"Do you always talk like this, SSA Derek Morgan? It's very dominant." Fleur chuckled

"I do, Fleur." Morgan nodded.

"Ladies must love it." Fleur hummed, turning to Elijah,"Hi Agent Deans."

Elijah blinked,"Hi?"

"I swear I've seen you before." She tilted her head.

"Sorry, but I don't really recognize you." Elijah shook his head.

"What about if I mention, the Black Rose?"

Elijah leaned forward,"I'm listening."

"Oh, I worked there. A long time ago." Fleur chuckled,"I always remember a face, and yours is so hard to forget."

"Now that you mention it.." Elijah trailed off, trying to recall if he did know Fleur.

Fleur hummed and looked down,"Gentlemen, this has been lovely but if there's nothing to prove me guilty, you have to legally let me go."

"We can still hold you for a little bit longer." Morgan pointed.

"Then ask me your questions, Agent Morgan." Fleur sighed.

"Oh no, I think we should let you sit here for a little longer."

"Then I want a lawyer." Fleur smiled.

"That can be arranged." Elijah nodded as he stood up.

Fleur dropped her smile and leaned back, crossing her arms. Morgan and Elijah exchanged a look before the pair left the room.

"She invoked." Morgan sighed.

"And I didn't work with her." Elijah pointed,"I know my girls, all of them.. She's not one of them."

"Okay- So. Fleur Howards is like- A nobody. There's nothing in her name at all." Garcia sighed,"However, the sketch that the poor sweetheart Olivia described looks like a more.. Older version of a young girl that went missing in France nearly two decades ago."

JJ shook her head,"So the Doves took her too.. And now she's trauma-bonded to presumably their leader."

"Elijah, I know she said she worked there but is there a chance she ever came in as a customer?" Emily turned to him.

"The Black Rose.. Was a bad place. A majority of the customers were shady guys, gang leaders and the like.." Elijah nodded slowly,"It would be the perfect place for someone in charge of a sex-trafficking ring to spend an evening."

"Scott Clifton is an alias, so we need to do digging to find out if we can get his name." Rossi nodded.

"Already on it." Garcia began typing.

"Is there any way we could get her to talk?" JJ sighed.

"Think about it, this is a trauma-bond that goes back nearly twenty years.. Do we really think she'd turn on him that quickly?" Elijah looked around.

"We need something that will get her to turn." Rossi nodded slowly,"Garcia, what was her name before Howards?"

"She was.. Cosette Lambert." Garcia looked up at him.

"Cosette probably 'died' years ago when she became Fleur. If we can get her to try and remember what the leader did to her as Cosette we might get through to her." Emily explained.

"We can try." Morgan nodded.

"Go before her lawyer comes." Hotch nodded.

Morgan nodded and reentered the room.

"Nice try cherié. I'm not talking." Fleur hummed.

"Why not, Cosette?" Morgan asked,"We just want to help you."

Fleur looked up,"I'm sorry?"

"That was your name, wasn't it? Cosette?"

"I don't know who Cosette is. She's dead to me."

"Those two statements don't really align.. You either know her or you don't."

"I don't know her anymore." Fleur rolled her eyes.

"Because of what he did to you?" Morgan asked.

"Who?"

"Your husband and his.. Friends."

"My husband doesn't do anything." Fleur pulled her cardigan over her,"You're out of your mind."

"We know he abducted you in France about twenty years ago." Morgan sighed,"How old were you when he married you?"

"I got married young." Fleur shrugged.

"How young?"

"Twelve." Fleur sighed.

Morgan sighed softly,"Fleur, that's not right."

"You don't understand, he loves me."

"No, he doesn't. He never did." Morgan shook his head,"He's a sick man who likes children. He's only using you because he knows you'll listen to him."

"You don't know what you're saying." Fleur scoffed.

"I do." Morgan looked down,"Because.. I've been hurt like that too."

Fleur looked at him.

"He ran the youth centre where I grew up, helped me play football.. Carl Buford." Morgan told her,"He took us to his lake cabin and.."

"Hurt you." Fleur nodded.

"I was his favourite."

Fleur licked her lips,"It's.. Complicated."

"I know.. But we just want to help you and all the other boys and girls he's hurting." Morgan assured her.

"I..I can't. He'll know it's me."

"We won't let him get to you." He promised.

"You don't know what he's like, Agent Morgan." Fleur sighed.

"We'll be able to keep you safe."

"He's dangerous. More dangerous then Carl Buford. He has.. He knows more than you think."

"If we were able to guarantee your safety.. Would you be able to talk to us?" Morgan questioned.

"Only if it was 100% garantee." Fleur sighed.

Morgan nodded, looking back through the glass.

"Can we give her that guarantee?" JJ asked.

"I'd like to think that we can." Hotch nodded.

JJ sighed and tapped on the glass to approve for Morgan.

"It's an 100% guarantee." Morgan told her.

"..Pierre Simmons." Fleur looked down.

"You're very brave, Fleur." Morgan smiled softly.

"..All I want is Beau."

"We'll get him to you." Morgan assured her.

"You have to promise me, Morgan. If he finds out what I've done, he'll kill everything and everyone I love."

"I promise."

Fleur sighed and nodded, leaning back.

"Thank you." Morgan nodded.

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Fleur had finally got the courage to go and visit Pierre while he was being held. After getting through the security checks she made it to his room.. He was in there, just sitting.

"..Pierre." Fleur managed to get out.

"Nice of you to join me, sugar." Pierre looked up at her.

"You don't realise how hard this was for me." Fleur sighed.

"Oh, it was hard for you?" Pierre blinked.

"Yes." Fleur stayed near the wall.

"Well, sorry if I don't feel all that sympathetic. You're not the one in a holding cell."

"You- Pierre you kept me for eighteen years."

"I loved you for eighteen years." Pierre nodded.

"I was a child." Fleur shook her head.

"You're my wife." Pierre added.

"Was." Fleur raised her hand, no ring on it now.

"You got rid of your ring?" Pierre glared at her.

"It's..Hidden in my room." Fleur admitted,"I can't bring myself to get rid of it, yet."

"Because you still love me." Pierre hummed.

"You have been the only thing I have known for eighteen years." Fleur cursed,"I..I hate you."

"You know you don't mean that, sweetheart." Pierre smirked.

"I do." Fleur pointed,"You ruined my life."

"You life was ruined when I found you, I made things better than your parents." He shrugged.

"I have nothing, Pierre. I'm alone in this world and it's entirely your fault."

"You didn't have to leave me, but you did. These are the consequences of your own actions." Pierre crossed his arms.

"You abused me for so long. And you hurt children and because I was so blinded I just went along with it!"

"There's no need to be shouting, sweetheart."

"Stop calling me that." Fleur pointed, walking a bit closer.

"Don't like that anymore?" Pierre raised a brow.

"Not by you."

"You know you love me, just like I love you."

"I don't love you, not anymore."

"You don't need to lie to yourself." Pierre shook his head.

"..You trained me to kill." She leaned forward,"What kind of person does that?"

"I taught you how to defend yourself." Pierre shrugged.

"You made me kill. That's different."

"Only bad people."

"So that means I can kill you?" She looked up.

"That depends.. Do you want to go to jail too?" Pierre asked.

"You taught me well enough, kill and don't leave a trace that it was me." Fleur warned.

"I did." Pierre hummed,"I'd be so proud if it was you, too. I'd rather my little girl kill me over anyone else."

"..I hope you rot in here. Forever."

"If you can resist killing me, I will."

"I guess you'll just need to wait and see.. Living your life always wondering if today will be your last." She pointed.

"You really are perfect." Pierre smiled up at her.

"And you really are an asshole." She crossed her arms,"Goodbye Pierre."

"Goodbye, sugar." Pierre waved to her.

Fleur took one last look at him, before she left his room.