"So far it's been quiet." Fleur spun in her chair.

"..Why did you say that?" Elijah turned to look at her.

Fleur's eyes widened, looking around and knocking on the table,"Toucher du bois."

Elijah held onto the table tightly,"I swear- We never say the 'q' word!"

"What's going on?" JJ walked through.

"Fleur said the 'q' word." Elijah pointed.

"You didn't." Emily cursed.

"She did."

"I touched wood! It won't count."

"Oh, he heard. And he doesn't care." Elijah pointed at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry." Fleur groaned.

"Look, maybe we'll be okay." Emily assured her.

"We hope." She nodded while Reid and Morgan walked in with drinks.

"Maybe we'll be lucky this time." Elijah sighed.

"What's wrong?" Morgan stopped.

"Someone said the 'q' word." JJ told him.

"Who?"

"Me." Fleur sighed, raising her hand.

"For once, it wasn't me." Elijah hummed.

"You guys can hate me all you want."

"We could never hate you, Flo." Morgan shook his head.

Fleur chuckled,"Thank you."

"Strauss looks pissed." Rossi walked into the room,"She just went into Hotch's office with some woman."

"Goddammit Fleur." Elijah crossed his arms.

"Not me."

"You said the 'q' word and now Strauss is gonna come in here and ruin our day."

"Strauss would ruin our day any time." She chuckled.

"Her just being around ruins my day." Elijah muttered.

"I'm glad we all have a hatred for her." Reid hummed.

"You got that right, kid." Morgan nodded, sipping his coffee.

After a few minutes, Strauss came through to them all, Hotch standing at his door.

"What's up?" Reid asked.

"Agent Howards." Strauss looked over at her,"You need to come with me."

Fleur looked back at the others,"Right.. Of course." She stood up.

"It's rather urgent." Strauss nodded.

Fleur nodded and followed her and Hotch through to his office.

"Please, take a seat."

"What's wrong?" Fleur sat down.

"We've just been given some.. Concerning information regarding you." Strauss told her.

"As far as I'm aware, Ma'am.. There's nothing I've done wrong."

"Police have found your DNA at a crime scene related to some recently identified Dove members." Strauss told her,"They want you in custody."

"They want- Me in custody?" Fleur chuckled.

But Strauss didn't so much as smile,"Yes. They've also found a handwritten note, a hitlist of former victims of the Doves."

"So what? You think I'm going after people I knew? For what reason?"

"You better tell them your reason."

"I don't have a reason, Erin. Wh- Hotch." Fleur looked at him.

"I want to believe you, Fleur but unfortunately this is out of my hands." Hotch sighed.

"So sorry- But who are you?" Fleur looked at the blonde behind Strauss.

"P-pamela. My name is Pamela." She told her.

"And you're the one who brought this to them? I don't think I've ever met you in my life."

"We did meet.. Once." Pamela nodded slowly,"We were only sixteen- I saw how close you were with him."

"You have got to be joking me." Fleur stood up.

"No- I know what you're like. You would've done anything he asked of you.." Pamela shook her head.

"Where did we meet?" Fleur crossed her arms.

"The warehouse. They took you to the dark place first, then me.."

"What country-"

"I believe that's enough." Strauss cleared her throat.

"Fleur.. The officers are on their way to collect you." Hotch couldn't look at her.

"..Fine. Let them get me. I can prove them wrong."

"I know you will." He mouthed to her.

Fleur crossed her arms and leaned back.

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"So.. What do you think they're talking about?" Elijah asked slowly, looking at Hotch's office.

"I have no idea." Morgan tapped his foot.

"The police department is here." Reid looked out the window.

"Hang on, the police?" Emily walked over to the window, looking out as well.

"You guys.. Don't think that has something to do with what's going on in there? Right?" JJ crossed her arms.

"Fleur's not- She wouldn't do anything bad." Garcia shook her head.

"I'll fight them if they try anything." Elijah took a sip of his coffee.

It wasn't long until they saw Fleur leave Hotch's office in handcuffs, Fleur looking over at them before looking away.

"Hey- What the hell is going on?" Morgan questioned.

"Morgan." Hotch walked out, shaking his head.

"Hotch- I want answers." Morgan went to walk forward but Elijah held him back.

"We both do. Come on." Hotch walked to the conference room.

The others looked at each other before heading to the Conference Room. They wanted an explanation.

"So..It seems that Fleur has been arrested after what..Appears to be she's going after victims of the Doves. There's a hitlist in her handwriting left at one of the crime scenes and her DNA at another..A witness came forward with it." Hotch told them.

"And... Do you believe it?" Elijah crossed his arms.

"I don't want to but..All the evidence is pointing towards it. And with her background with the Doves, all the training she did..It wouldn't be hard for her not to do it."

"After all they put her through, Fleur would never side with them." Morgan shook her head,"I know Fleur, and this isn't her."

"If anything, I believe she'd go for the actual Dove members, not fellow victims." Emily added.

"Yeah- Fleur's a good person." Garcia nodded,"She wouldn't go out and hurt innocent people."

"Unless we can find the evidence for her..It looks like it could be a conviction." Rossi sighed.

"Well, looks like that's what we're doing. Finding that evidence to prove her innocence." Elijah pointed.

"I can get right on it." Garcia grabbed her laptop.

"Good. We're going to solve this thing." Morgan nodded.

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"You know legally I'm meant to get a phone call." Fleur looked at the policeman.

"You're also a suspect in multiple murders." The officer nodded.

"If I had killed someone, you wouldn't even find them." Fleur stopped,"Not that I have."

"Right.. Now, where were you last Friday night at around 9pm?" He asked her.

"I was coming back from Florida after picking up my daughter from my parents." Fleur nodded.

"And will anybody else be able to corroborate that?"

"Yeah, my daughter." Fleur sighed.

"How old is your daughter?" He asked.

"Fourteen."

"I see.. This is your daughter with Pierre, correct?"

Fleur swallowed,"Yeah."

"..We're going to need a sample of your handwriting to compare it to this." He showed her the hitlist.

Fleur studied the hitlist,"If I'm going after people, why isn't the one accusing me on here?"

"Maybe you forgot about her." He shrugged,"There were a lot of kids, could you really remember every single one?"

"Yeah. I would." Fleur scoffed.

"Are you sure? Every child?"

"Every single one." Fleur looked at him.

The officer stayed quiet before passing her a sheet of paper,"The sample."

Fleur looked down, writing the hitlist down on the sample sheet.

"Thank you, I'll give you some time to think about this." The office took the sheets and left.

Fleur leaned back, thinking about who could do this..She knew she was innocent, she just had to prove that.

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The others soon headed to the station, Morgan walking ahead. He knew what this felt like, being wrongly accused of a crime, and he didn't want Fleur going through it alone.

"Can I help you?" An officer asked.

"We're with the BAU." Hotch showed his badge,"We're here for Fleur Howards."

"She can't accept any visitors at this time." She shook her head.

"Why not?" Morgan asked.

"She's been interrogated right now."

"Well, can you tell someone that we need to see her?

"I guess so." She got up, leaving.

"She guesses so." Elijah blinked,"She guesses so."

"Remember, stay calm." Rossi told them.

"Always calm. Look at Morgan. We're always calm." Elijah pointed as Morgan began pacing,"So calm."

"What room do you think she's in?" JJ looked.

"Which one looks the snallest?" Emily crossed her arms,"They always have tiny interrogation rooms."

"Left one." Rossi pointed.

"My guess is someone could walk right in." Elijah shrugged.

"Like you did with Morgan?" Emily raised a brow.

"Hey, it worked, didn't it?"Elijah turned to her.

"It did." She chuckled.

"Think I could pull it off twice or is that chancing my luck?"

"That's up to you."

"Morgan?" Elijah looked over at him.

"If you don't kid, I will."

"I'm getting your girl out, be ready to run to the nearest exit." Elijah pointed,"Discreetly."

Morgan sighed, going outside.

"Eli, be careful." Reid nodded.

"Careful should be my middle name." Elijah shook his head.

"Please." Reid pointed.

"Okay, I'll be careful." Elijah told him as he headed down the corridor.

Elijah looked through the windows until he saw Fleur sitting with her eyes closed. Elijah looked around before he opened the door, quickly closing it behind him.

Fleur jumped, looking at him,"Eli."

"Flo." Elijah walked up to her.

"You guys have to believe me- I would never hurt them." Fleur shook her head,"I need you to get Garcia to search a name."

"Trust me, we're all on your side." Elijah assured her,"Now give me that name before you get out."

"Pamela Ramirez."

"Pamela Ramirez.. Got it." Elijah nodded, before walking to the door again,"You ready to go? Discreetly?"

"Where am I going?"

"Out of the building. I'm breaking you out." Elijah told her.

"Elijah, there's some things you're good at.. Which includes breaking people out of custody."

"Compliment me when you're free. Here, take my shirt. Disguise." Elijah took it off and handed it to her.

Fleur hugged him,"I'll see you soon."

"Love you." Elijah hummed,"Now go, before they catch us."

Fleur sighed and quickly ran off. Elijah watched her leave, putting his hands in his pockets as he walked out shortly after.

"Is she..Okay?" Emily asked.

"She will be, as soon as we solve this thing." Elijah nodded.

Fleur went out the back door, looking around.

"Flo." Morgan ran up to her,"Thank God, are you okay?"

"You don't believe I've done this, right Derek?"

"Of course not." He shook his head.

"Does anyone?"

"No, we're on your side."

Fleur nodded slowly,"Pamela Ramirez. I need you to remember that name."

"Is she the one blaming you for this?" Morgan asked.

"She went to Strauss. She said she knew me from when I was a kid..I don't remember her." She cursed.

"I'll have Garcia look into her."

"Thank you." Fleur sighed.

"Come on, we need to get you out of here before they realize you've escaped." Morgan took her hand.

Fleur took his hand, tightly squeezing it.

"We'll solve this, don't worry." Morgan assured her.

"I hope so." Fleur looked at him,"I really hope so."

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"My loves, I have information." Garcia announced.

"Thank god." Emily sighed.

"Right, so Pamela Ramirez. She's from California, and was reported missing at eight by her parents." Garcia began,"There's then no trace of her for a decade, when she resurfaced after the Doves were originally brought down."

"That matches her statement so far." Reid nodded.

"No past criminal record, anything the Doves may have forced her to do was wiped." Garcia continued typing.

"Were the Doves local to California? How do we know this girl even knew Fleur?" Rossi asked.

"That, is a more difficult question." Garcia stopped,"Oh.. Oh, That's different."

"What is it?" Morgan sat up.

"It appears that after his arrest, Pamela sent hundreds of letters to Peter Ryan."

"Peter Ryan?" Rossi raised a brow.

"Pierre Simmons' right hand man, he was going by Terry at the time of his arrest." Garcia sighed.

"Oh..So we might have a love affair with Peter Ryan?"

"Well, considering that Pierre was MIA, Peter would be her only communication back to the Doves." Garcia nodded.

That's when a certificate came up on Garcia's screen, along with pictures. Every single 'wife' Pierre had.

"Oh... I forgot how much I don't like these cases." Garcia shook her head,"Pamela was one of Pierre's.. Many wives."

"There's the connection." Reid nodded,"Unlike Fleur, I think that trauma bond is still there for Pamela. She'd do anything for Pierre, even after his death."

"Even if it meant framing another victim." Elijah sighed.

"But why Fleur?" JJ asked.

"Maybe jealousy?" Rossi suggested,"Pierre, unfortunately, seemed very fond of Fleur."

"Is there a way we can get Pamela in?" Morgan looked up.

"If there is, we'll do it." Hotch nodded.

"I'll try finding her." JJ ran off.

"This woman is going down." Elijah pointed,"Nobody tries to get my best friend arrested."

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"Why am I here?" Pamela asked as she sat down.

"We just want to ask you a few questions, if that's alright." Emily told her.

"Of course, anything." Pamela shook her head.

"So, how well did you know Fleur?"

"Well..I only met her once when I was introduced to people. She was stuck to Pierre's side, I never got a chance to really know her."

"How close were you to Pierre?" Elijah asked slowly.

"I unfortunately got forced to.. To marry him."

"That must've been really hard for you." Emily nodded.

"It was."

"Was there anyone you were particularly close to when you were with the Doves?"

"No, I stuck to myself. You can't trust anyone."

"I see.. What did you do after you were rescued?" Elijah leaned closer.

"I moved back home to California, reunited with my father."

"Did you.. Send any letters to anyone?"

"No.. Not really."

"That's weird, because we've got a record of you sending multiple letters to prison." Elijah crossed his arms,"Does the name Peter Ryan ring a bell? Maybe Terry?"

Pamela sighed, nodding,"Yes.. Yes I did."

"Why would you do that?" Emily asked.

"Peter was..He was kind to me. He protected me."

"He abused you, and many other children."

"It doesn't matter.. He made me what Pierre didn't. He loved me."

"He didn't love you, Pamela." Elijah shook his head.

"Yes he did! Did Pierre love me? No. He chose Fleur." Pamela pointed,"What's so special about her?"

"So that's it." Elijah stood up, walking around the table,"You wanted to be the favourite, and you never will be."

"I am a favourite. Peter loves me."

"Peter doesn't love you. He never loved you. He never will." Elijah slammed his hands on the table,"You killed those innocent people for a monster who used you."

"It's what I had to do." She shrugged.

"You didn't need to do this, any of this."

"Oh I did. They're all free, they don't deserve it."

"You won't be soon." Elijah shook his head.

"There's too much evidence pointing towards Fleur."

"We've got your confession on tape, bitch."

"You can't swear at me. It's unprofessional."

"I. Just. Did." Elijah stood up.

Pamela rolled her eyes and leaned back.

"Hope you enjoy prison." Elijah hummed.

"I'll get out."

"Will you?' Elijah raised a brow.

"I will."

"Sure you will, hon." Elijah walked out.

"So?" Hotch walked up to him.

"Got a taped confession for you." Elijah nodded.

"Thank god."

"You're welcome." Elijah hummed.

"Where is Fleur just now?" Rossi asked.

"I left her back at the house." Morgan told him.

"Let's go tell her the good news."

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Morgan opened the door to the house, holding it open for the others.

"Fleur?" Emily called out.

"What is this? A party?" Adelaide walked out her room.

"Addy, where's your mum?" Elijah asked her.

"She told me she had to go somewhere. Why?"

"Did she say where?" Emily questioned.

"To see a friend."

"..I have an idea." Elijah nodded slowly.

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"I'm here to see Peter Ryan."

Fleur sighed as she talked to the prison officer.

"Name?" The officer looked up at her.

"Cosette Lambert."

"Right, he's just along there." She pointed.

"Thank you." Fleur hummed and walked through to the viewing room.

There he was, Peter Ryan, sat at the table. Fleur took a moment before walking up and sitting infront of him.

Peter looked at her, squinting slightly,"I know you."

"I should hope so." Fleur nodded.

He nodded slowly, a smirk growing on his face,"Oh, you've grown up so much... Cosette."

"It's Fleur now, Peter." Fleur crossed her arms,"Cosette was left when you got arrested."

"But you will always be little Cosette to me." Peter hummed,"Mon précieux."

"Why is Pamela doing this to me?" Fleur leaned forward,"Why go after victims now?"

"Well, I like Pamela and she adores me. I wanted to see how much she'd really do for me. For the Doves." Peter shrugged.

"She's blinded." Fleur shook her head,"Why.. Why me?"

"She always wanted to be you." Peter told her,"You were Pierre's favourite after all."

"I didn't ask for that."

"I know you didn't. But, Pamela doesn't care."

"When will this end?"

"When they're all dead."

"You won't get that far." She hummed.

"How do you know?" Peter tilted his head.

"Despite what you may think..I'll always win."

"I'm sure you will, sweetness." He smirked.

"Well, after all of these years.. You're still here and I've escaped."

"I could get out."

"I'd like to see you try." Fleur leaned forward.

"Oh, I will."

"Did you know Pierre's dead?" Fleur raised a brow.

"I heard rumors." Peter nodded slowly.

"I got my life back..I got my child back. Meanwhile you're still stuck here, forever."

"Forever isn't a guarantee, princess." He hummed.

"Tu veux un pari?" She raised a brow.

"I do." Peter nodded.

"Goodbye, Terry." Fleur stood up.

"Goodbye, doll." Peter waved.

Fleur looked away, leaving the room. Waiting for her in the entrance was Morgan and Elijah.

Fleur looked at the boys, "..Hey."

"Hey Flo." Morgan smiled, holding his arms out.

Fleur walked up to him, hugging him,"Sorry, I left."

"Don't worry, I know you had some unfinished business." Morgan held her,"Well, the kid did."

"Eli." Fleur hummed and brought him into the hug.

"It was just a guess." Elijah chuckled softly

Kayleigh

"You two are my favourite males, okay?"

"I should hope so." Morgan nodded.

"No one else can top you."

"Oh, you know it." Elijah hummed.

"Maybe Beau." Fleur chuckled.

"Nah, I think I've got it."

"You'll need to wait." Fleur nodded, pulling away,"So.. What's going to happen?"

"Well, we got a confession from Pamela." Morgan told her.

"You did?"

"I did." Elijah nodded,"So.. Once we get things sorted out, you'll be a free woman."

"You guys promise?"

"We promise."

Fleur sighed and nodded,"Thank you."

"No problem, love." Morgan kissed her cheek.

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"So I'm okay now?" Fleur sat on her couch.

"You're okay now." Morgan nodded.

"God- I would have never hurt any of the victims."

"I know you wouldn't."

Fleur leaned back in the couch,"I love tou."

"I love you too." Morgan wrapped his arm around her.

"I'm glad you believed in me."

I wouldn't have doubted you for a second." He shook his head.

"I'm just glad it's over. I don't think I could last in jail."

"We would've fought until the end to keep you out." Morgan assured her.

Fleue nodded slowly,"And Pamela? Where is she now?"

"She's in police custody, they're hoping to get her charged as soon as possible."

Fleur nodded again,"Why don't we go to sleep?"

"She's in police custody, they're hoping to get her charged as soon as possible."

Fleur nodded again,"Why don't we go to sleep?"

"You need it." Morgan stood up, holding out his hand.

"Is Addy asleep?"

"She should be."

"Good." She hummed and took his hand.