Parker closed the book, placed it on their lap and exhaled slowly.

They didn't like the ending.

"Told you so," Spencer muttered between two coughs, having already read the book.

"You fucking didn't," Parker replied, also between coughs.

The young adult stood up and at the same time threw the book on the table.

They went to the cupboard, grabbed a record and put it in the record player.

Oh, every day

It's a getting closer

"May I ask for this dance?"

"You may."

Spencer took Parker's hand and the couple danced for a short time until their cell phones rang again.

~~~~

Albert Einstein said,

"Whoever undertakes to set himself up as judge in the field of truth and knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the Gods."

As soon as the young couple entered the building, they realized that this was not going to be a normal case. The two met Garcia and JJ in the entrance area. And together with the two and three CIA agents Spencer and Parker took the elevator to one of the upper floors.

"We have a CIA escort, okay? It's weird and a little scary. What do you suppose this is all about?", Garcia muttered as the group exited the elevator.

"Call me cynical, but considering it's 2:00 am, I doubt it's good news," Spencer replied.

"You're a genius."

In the conference room they met the other members of the team and other CIA agents.

"The CIA's counterterrorism unit is engaged in a mission to save one of its informants," Hotch began as soon as Parker and the others sat down at the round table. "They suspect one of their agents is a mole, and until the identity of that mole is discovered, they've locked down the unit."

"This gives us the opportunity to profile the UnSub up close. Go ahead," Gideon added.

"Start the video feed," one of the CIA agents told the others.

Two pictures of a man appeared on the screen.

"John Summers was the CIA's best field agent in the Middle East. Three nights ago he was found in his home in Washington. He'd been tortured and murdered."

"CIA made it look like suicide."

The crime scene photos showed Agent Summer tied to a chair (before the CIA changed anything).

"How'd you like to have that job?"

Derek stood up and walked around the table.

"Guys, look at the wound patterns. They come from two distinct angles. Different heights. One's right-handed and one's left-handed. Looks to me like he was tortured by more than two people."

"Hotch, what was Summers working on?" Elle wanted to know.

"Aaliyah Nadir. Had been beaten and sexually assaulted at the hands of her husband, Hassan Nadir–"

Now a photo appeared of Aaliyah with her husband and Hassan alone.

"–That's how Summers flipped her and got her to work for the CIA."

"And what's the husband's story?"

"He's a diplomat for the Saudi government, but he's a fundraiser for major terrorist organizations."

"Aaliyah gave Summers intelligence on terrorist organizations the CIA had never been able to penetrate, organizations Hassan, her husband, funneled money to."

"And Hassan realized he had a leak?"

"Yes, but he didn't know who. For Aaliyah's protection, Summers never revealed her identity to the CIA until about eight weeks ago. CIA arranged papers for her and Summers brought her and her children to the US about a month ago. Only "Summers knew where he hid her," Hotch reported.

"What did Hassan think happened to his family?" Parker wanted to know.

"Car accident," Hotch replied. "Bodies too disfigured to identify. Only the CIA knew it was staged until Hassan arrived in Washington last week under diplomatic cover."

"Only someone in this unit could have given Hassan the information about his family," said Spencer.

"And now he's here looking for her. Why us?" asked Derek.

"Over the years, I've conducted psychological evaluations on every field agent in that unit," Gideon explained.

"You work for the CIA?"

"Not officially."

"The train's running and if we stop this mission, even for a second, Aaliyah and her children are as good as dead."

~~~~

Parker has never been to CIA headquarters. But they could imagine that it looked like any other federal office– more or less at least.

The BAU team, minus JJ and Garcia, were needed to the floor where Summer Unit was working.

They exited the elevator and were now standing in front of a scanner. Spencer was about to hand over his gun, but Gideon stopped him.

"Don't remove your firearm."

"Just your cell phones. Non-negotiable," said one of the CIA agents.

"The moment we walk in there, the UnSub's going to know we got him cornered. We don't hand jack over," Derek explained to the young genius as they handed over their cell phones and walked through the scanner one by one.

Parker was half-right. It somehow looked like any federal office, but then again it didn't.

While Parker was still looking around, a man, Bruno Hawks, approached Hotch and Gideon.

"Special Agent Hotchner," the profiler introduced himself.

Hotch wanted to extend his hand to the other man, but Hawks made no move to accept it.

"Oh, I know who you are, and your team, too. I've got the personnel files all set up for you guys. Video, whatever, it's all there in the conference room. Now, if you have any questions, feel free to talk to my senior officers. This is Gina Sanchez. She's the Associate Director of Field Operations–"

Hawks pointed to a woman sitting at the desk right next to him, looking suspiciously at the team.

"–And that guy up there is Kruger Spence, the Assistant Director of Operations. The lady with him is his second-in-command, Olivia Hopkins. And, uh, thank you for coming."

~~

The profilers gathered in the meeting room provided to them.

Derek, Elle, Spencer and Parker sat down while Gideon and Hotch remained standing.

"We're looking for what the CIA classifies a Type A personality," Gideon began.

"Overachiever. Highly adaptable. Well-educated. Virtually unshakable. Manipulative enough to persuade a loyal foreign national to betray their country, a wife to betray her husband. Most importantly, this UnSub long ago accepted the reality they will be summarily executed if caught. Life means nothing to this UnSub. Not his own life, not his family's, not his colleagues', certainly not ours, and certainly not theirs–"

Gideon pointed to the screen where the photo of Aaliyah and her children was visible.

"One of those agents turned against everything they believe in. Why?" Hotch asked the important question.

"Well, they stopped believing. Maybe it was about ideology," suggested Derek.

"We need to find the stressor. A major event that caused them to turn. Love. Revenge. Economics. Ideology."

"The intelligence community's mantra says, "Increase the parameters of your enemies' paranoia." Right now, we're the enemy. Whatever you see or are told, please trust no one but me."

"Gideon, you're going to want to take a look at this surveillance video," Garcia drew attention to himself and JJ.

The two appeared in a small window on the screen.

"What is it?"

"Uh, it's you. It's your name next to a whole slew of MPEGs. There's one that says "John Summers." It's three hours long."

"Shoot, go."

Garcia started recording. There Gideon was sitting in a car. Agent Summers walked toward the car and stood next to it.

"When was this?" Hotch asked.

"Three days before he was killed."

"Who called this meeting?" Agent Summers asked Gideon in the recording.

"Does that matter?"

"Every detail matters."

"Why?"

"It can only be one of four people."

"Why is that important?"

"Whoever requested this wanted more than just an eval from you."

"Did you know they were filming you?" Parker asked.

"I assumed they were."

"Taking in all factors discussed, age, rank and field status, and if you eliminate all non-field agents, we're left with a total of 16 candidates," summarized Spencer.

"All of whom are in this unit."

"Well, we have to assume the mole has an exit strategy."

"Only now we're blocking the exit, and the only way out is through us."

~~

The team watched the video several more times until Derek noticed something in the background.

"Hey, guys, take a look at something. Right there–" said the profiler and pointed to a car in the background. "–That's a woman sitting in the passenger seat of that car."

They zoomed in closer to the car and they realized that not only Aaliyah but also her children were in the car.

"Looks a lot like Aaliyah."

"Why would he leave them in the car, unless he knew he was being videotaped?"

Gideon took the remote control and started the video again.

"Who called this meeting?"

"Does that matter?"

"Every detail matters."

"Why?"

"It can only be one of four people."

"That's not true," said Gideon and stopped the video again. "Anyone in this division could have insisted upon an eval."

"Why narrow it down to four?"

"Well, he rightly suspected Hassan came to the US because he knew his wife was alive."

"And that someone in this agency was working for Hassan."

"If we don't discover who the mole is before they find her, she and the kids are dead."

"Garcia," Gideon said to the technical analyst who was on the phone the whole time.

"Right here, boss."

"How many agents in this unit were actually in Saudi monitoring US interests?" Gideon wanted to know.

"Four."

"Let me guess. Bruno Hawks, Gina Sanchez, Olivia Hopkins and Kruger Spence."

"Four for four."

"See what else is on the tape."

"All right," said Garcia and hung up.

"John Summers would only have trusted seasoned agents, of which, in this unit, there are only four," Gideon muttered.

"So he guessed that the mole had to have been one of his four bosses."

"Before he put in for Aaliyah's extraction, he wanted to know which one not to ask."

"We need to match up with them, one-on-one."

Gideon handed Spencer, Derek, Hotch and Elle a file each. Parker, the only one besides Gideon without a file, decided to just check in on Spencer.

"Kruger Spence, Assistant Director of Operations. Recruited at the age of 18 after graduating from MIT," the young agent relayed the information from the file.

"It says here he had six years' experience as a weapons system designer and an IQ of 197. He butted up against the system and didn't deal with authority and they moved him into field operations in China for eight years before transferring him here", Spencer added.

"Olivia Hopkins. Divorced mother of two. She spent nine years in field operations in Europe. She also visited Riyadh with Kruger."

"I got Gina Sanchez. West Point graduate. Black belt in two martial arts. Served in Iraq doing psychological operations with military intelligence. She joined the CIA five years ago. Speaks three languages, including Arabic."

"Bruno Hawks. Deputy Director of Operations, extensive field ops in the Middle East and Europe. Did his military service with Jason Gideon," Hotch reported.

Parker and her colleagues look at Gideon at the same time.

"One thing I've learned over the years profiling CIA agents, spies are some of the smartest liars in the world. Be smarter," he said simply.

~~

The BAU team decided to split up.

Derek talked to Gina Sanchez, Elle talked to Olivia Hopkins, and Spencer and Parker talked to Kruger Spence.

"Well, we can't circulate a photo of a woman who's supposed to be dead," Kruger rejected the two's suggestion.

"We realize that, but..."

"Look, I appreciate you have a job to do–", Kruger interrupted Spencer.

"–so do we", Parker replied.

The two followed Kruger through the office until he stopped next to two of his colleagues.

"All right, start looking at where Aaliyah would feel the most comfortable. Arab-populated areas..."

"Actually, you might want to start by profiling Summers," Spencer suggested.

"Be my guest," said Kruger and turned to the younger agents. "Aaliyah is about to be brutally murdered in front of her children. Got nothing? Okay."

Kruger turned back to his colleagues: "Where were we? All right, let's put some teams together–"

Parker opened their mouth to gently tell Kruger to please just listen, but Spencer gestured them to wait.

"Summers was obsessed with his own security–"

"Aren't we all?"

"Just listen. He didn't care about money or possession or family. All he cared about was his job. He was a classic control freak. A meticulous paranoid."

"A loner who chose to live outside the community," said Kruger, who had turned a little back to Parker and Spencer.

"In an environment that he could control," Parker summarized.

"All right, all right, so he would have placed Aaliyah outside the community, in an environment that only he could control and have access to."

"Maybe."

"All right, all right. New deal," Kruger addressed his colleagues again. "I want you to search the area surrounding Summers' apartment. We're looking for industrial sites, storage spaces, warehouses."

Then he turned back to the young profilers.

"That's good. Thanks."

As the older agent stepped away from them, Parker and Spencer looked at each other worriedly.

"Did we make a mistake?" Parker whispered.

"I hope not."

To be safe, the two kept an eye on Kruger.

He noticed Elle talking to Olivia Hopkins and he didn't like the way it was happening.

"That's enough. This is in violation of her civil rights."

Kruger spoke at a volume that kept everyone's attention on the conversation.

"Until they find the sleeper and we find Aaliyah, all rights are revoked," Hawks clarified.

"Where were you on the night that Summers was murdered?" Ellen wanted to know from Olivia.

"I was with her in her apartment," Kruger answered the question.

Parker raised an eyebrow in surprise, they weren't expecting that.

"Well, you're a married man. At some point you must have left to get back to your wife, right?" asked Gideon.

"You wake up to an empty bed?", he then addressed Olivia.

"Yes, I did," she replied. "Are we done here?"

"My wife will testify that I arrived home at 1:30 am."

"We all know none of this will ever reach a court," said Hawks.

"Look, if you want to arrest us for having an affair, be my guest."

"I'll deal with you two later."

That was the end of the conversation.

~~

Exactly 20 minutes later, the team invited Bruno Hawks, Gina Sanchez and Kruger Spence into the conference room.

"What? What's going on?" asked Hawks immediately.

"What are we doing here?" Kruger also asked. "You're pulling us away from our assignments? There's a woman out there whose life depends on us."

"Where's Olivia?", Gina wanted to know.

"Olivia Hopkins was murdered 10 minutes ago. Her neck was snapped," Hotch reported.

"Just like John Summers."

"What are you talking about", Kruger said incredulously. "You're lying. Where is she?"

The CIA agent looked at the profilers' faces and realized they weren't lying.

"– Look, people don't just get murdered inside the CIA. What are you looking at?"

"I realize the enormity of this," Hawks spoke up. "– but Hassan Nadir is still out there looking to kill his wife, and I need every agent on this."

For Kruger and Gina it was the signal to get back to work and Hawks also left the room.

~~

"Just because I lied about Olivia doesn't make me the mole," Kruger defended himself.

Parker could understand his frustration. He lost two colleagues and friends (one was more than that) and then a few FBI agents come and question everything that has happened lately.

"No, but the virus that took out the CCTV monitors does," replied Derek as he faced them. "It originated from your computer."

"Then whoever put it in my computer is trying to frame me."

"Olivia was looking for something. She didn't find a thing. You know why? Because all of your files have been erased."

"Do you really think if I was the mole, I would keep files that would incriminate me? Those files were erased to make me look guilty."

"Looks like it's working."

"Morgan," Gina spoke to him, standing at her desk. "– your girlfriend's back."

Parker, Spencer and Elle followed Derek to Gina's desk. Garcia and JJ were visible on the computer.

"Garcia, it's Morgan. Go."

"Hey, listen, that virus left a back door into the CIA mainframe," she reported.

"Yeah, like that?"

"So I sort of went ahead and used it to find out who ordered John Summers' psych eval with Gideon."

"Penny, please don't make it so exciting. Who was it?" asked Parker.

"Well, that's what's so weird."

"Who, Garcia, who?"

"John Summers," JJ answered the question.

"Summers? Why would he order his own evaluation?"

"So we'd ask that question ourselves," said Spencer. "Guys, we missed something on that tape."

"We better figure out what it was before Hassan's friend in here beats us to it."

~~

In fact, it didn't take long for the team to figure out where Aaliyah and her children were– inside a container in the middle of a huge port.

"I can have a chopper on the roof fueled and ready in two minutes," reported Gina.

"Yeah, but there are thousands of containers at that port. What makes you so sure Aaliyah's in one of those containers?", Hawks wanted to know.

"Why don't we send in a SWAT team? Split them up. Have them search in grids."

"Why? Because Hassan has diplomatic immunity, this mission can't exist."

"It's not Gina," Gideon suddenly said.

He had a notepad in his hand and was writing something down.

"Morgan, Parker, take Gina with you."

"Wait, this is my order," Hawks complained. "These are my people."

"We have jurisdiction here, and there's nothing you can do to stop us."

"This is my career on the line here."

Gideon tore the paper from the notepad and handed it to Hotch.

He took one look at it and Parker, who was standing next to him, could also see what it said.

'We know it's not you. Bruno is the mole.'

"You always trusted me, right? Trust me now," Gideon addressed Hawks.

Hotch and Elle approached Kruger.

"Come with us."

"This is crazy," said Kruger. "Bruno."

His boss simply told him to do what the profilers told him.

So Kruger handed over his gun and followed Elle and Hotch into the conference room.

"Go. Go, go, go," Gideon said to Parker, Derek and Gina.

"Use the thermal imaging. Search every container for body heat. You can walk us in and direct us when we get there," Gina explained as she and the others headed for the door. "Green, Adams, Duncan, come with me."

~~

"They're somewhere on the east side of this port," Gina shouted.

The group walked between the containers, which always looked the same, guided by a helicopter and instructions from the headquarters.

"You guys, take that area over there," Gina instructed, pointing to the right. "Morgan, let's go."

Gina and Derek ran the other way.

To Parker, who was with the other agents, everything looked the same.

They were glad that Spencer told them via headset where to go.

Until–

"We have a problem," Spencer suddenly said. "You have to hurry. Next option on the left."

Parker didn't need to know exactly what had happened, just that there was a problem.

They signaled to the other agents to hurry up and together they basically ran towards Aaliyah and the children.

They were just rounding the last container when several shots were heard.

"Fuck–"

Parker expected the worst, but this time they were lucky.

Derek stood in front of Aaliyah and her children, Hassan stood in front of Gina, who was pointing her gun in the air.

She just wanted it to look like she shot Hassan.

~~

"Sorry about that. I had to find out if I was right," Gina apologized to Derek.

Hassan was led away by two agents while she gave the profiler his gun back.

"How'd you know it was Bruno?" asked Parker.

"Because Agent Gideon believed in me, and there isn't a reason in the world to kill a man who knows as much as Hassan does."

"Except one," Derek pointed out.

"The same one that made Bruno and Hassan kill Summers. Self-preservation."

"Looks like Gideon was right."

"Yes, it does."

~~

"What I don't understand is," Spencer said as he grabbed his bag. "–why he invited us here."

"He didn't. Summers did by asking for the eval," Hotch explained.

"When I put the call in, Bruno had no choice. He had to find out what I knew and keep me close," Gideon added.

"Bad choice."

"You said you'd send a postcard from a beach. You lie."

"Yeah, you hate the beach," Spencer agreed.

"Beaches are for storming," Gina commented as they walked past her.

"Only if ordered to," Gideon replied and held out his hand.

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

~~

It was early in the morning. Well, not that early.

Parker and Spencer were late. Spencer had been looking for his favorite socks that morning and didn't want to wear the others, because "The Principle, Love."

The train doors were just about to close, and the couple was able to squeeze through in the last secound.

There was no empty seat, so the two of them stood there.

Parker let their gaze wander when something caught their eye.

"Spence," Parker spoke quietly to their boyfriend.

They discreetly pointed to a woman who was engrossed in her newspaper.

"The main headline."

That morning the headline read:

'CIA Agent Killed In Car Accident'

Next to the article was a picture of Bruno Hawks.

George Orwell said,

"In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act."