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RUSSIAN ROULETTE CHAPTER SIX

chapters zero, one, two, three, four, five

2x10. lessons learned.

   Something about Kit was off ever since she started dating Alena. She'd gotten more moody, started talking less. It was like all she wanted to do was get the job done and leave.

   Derek was really the only person she'd talk to. Him and Hotch. It made him upset, if we were being perfectly honest. Kit was so obviously in pain, and he wanted to do something about it.

   But Kit just put on a smile every time he asked if she was all right. Said, "I'm fine," and moved on.

   "Everybody, meet Agent Prentiss," Hotch said as he walked into the room.

   "The other day," Garcia said.

   "I've been filling her in on protocol," JJ said.

   Emily stood up and Derek reached his hand out. "Derek Morgan," he said.

   "Emily Prentiss," Emily replied, shaking his hand.

   Aleksander shook her hand next. "Aleksander," he said.

   "We don't do last names with Kit and Aleksander. They're twins," Garcia said. Emily nodded.

   "We can make nice later. What do we know?" Hotch asked.

   "The DEA raided what they thought was a hardened meth lab right here in Northern Virgina, but they found this instead," JJ said, putting up a picture of a bomb.

   "I would not fuck with someone who knows how to make one of those," Kit said, "I've almost blown myself up using those." Aleksander hit her over the head gently. "Ouch."

   "That could be a dispersal device for a chemical weapon," Derek said, "sophisticated."

   "Damn right," Aleksander mumbled.

   "Homeland Security's thinking Al Qaeda," JJ said. Kit raised her eyebrows.

   "They developed devices that span the spectrum of sophistication, some as simple as—" Spencer started.

   "Pop bottles and paint cans," Aleksander and Kit said. Spencer gave them a curious look.

   "You do realize Al Qaeda was formed during the Soviet-Afgan war, right?" Kit asked, "Russians know the tricks. Especially Aleksander and I, who were considered Soviets for the organization we worked for."

   "They're called Al Ikhteraa," Emily said, "literally "the invention.""

   Cora and Spencer looked impressed. "They are," Cora said.

   "Do we know what the biological or chemical agent is yet?" Hotch asked.

   "No, not yet," Derek said.

   "The cell members bailed out through a tunnel. The DEA recovered a Nextel 2-way and managed to intercept a message," JJ said, putting a paper down. Emily picked it up, "that's not the transcript."

   Kit looked at the paper. "That's in Arabic," she said.

   "Uh... "Our friends surprised us and eloped. We can no longer wait for the wedding as planned. We can deliver our gift at the next crescent,"" Emily read.

   "She's right," Kit said, "that's what it says." Everyone gave her a look.

   "I lived in several Middle Eastern countries growing up," Emily said.

   "Next crescent?" Jason asked.

   "Muslims sometimes use a Lunar calendar. I'd have to look it up—" Emily said.

   "Next crescent moon is in two days," Garcia interrupted.

   "So whatever they're attacking, it's happening in less than 48 hours," Kit said.

   "It sounds like it," Emily said.

   "Payment for the Nextel is linked to this man," JJ said, putting up a picture of a man, "Jind Allah."

   "That name sounds familiar," Kit whispered, glancing at Aleksander, who nodded.

   "Literally Soldier of God," Emily said.

   "That's pretty poor operational security for a sophisticated plot," Derek said.

   "Two months ago, Jind Allah was captured leaving the US using a forged Pakistani passport via Richmond International Airport. He's been held as a ghost detainee in Guantanamo Bay every since."

   "So technically, he doesn't exist," Garcia said.

   "Soldier of God isn't a name," Jason said.

   "No, it's most likely a name taken on for the Jihad, meaning struggle," Kit said.

   "Extremists claim it's a holy war," Emily said.

   "Yet the words "holy" and "war" never appear together in the Qu'Ran," Spencer said.

   "Do we know his real name?" Jason asked.

   "CIA interrogators have gotten nothing out of this guy," JJ said.

   "They need us to break him," Kit said.

   "We do know from past intercepts that he's a recruiter. He came into this country to assemble the Omega Cell, a Sleeper Cell with an unknown mission," JJ said.

   "Hey, isn't Sleeper Cell a show?" Kit asked, "about a terrorist group that recruits and undercover FBI agent for an attack in Los Angeles."

   "Okay, maybe you're onto something," Aleksander said.

   "Would you two shut up?" Maribelle asked.

    "Sorry," Kit and Aleksander mumbled.

   "We have 48 hours to do what the CIA hasn't been able to manage in two months," Derek said.

   "We could be looking at the first attack on our soil since 9/11," Jason said.

dale turner mused, " some of the best lessons are learned from past mistakes. the error of the past is the wisdom of the future. "

   "Bonnie Ryan," the lady from the DEA said.

   "Aaron Hotchner, this is Kitanna Egorova," Hotch said.

   "DEA team. We ran this raid," Bonnie said. Derek came over and shook her hand.

   "Derek Morgan," he said, "this must have slowed you down some, huh?" He looked at the bared windows.

   "Enough for them to get through the tunnel," Bonnie said.

   "They must have done escape drills," Hotch said.

   They walked into the room, Kit stopping and looking at Derek when someone said his name.

   "Hey, Morgan," a man said.

   "Hey, Kenny. Been a minute, man," Derek said.

   "Yeah, it has," Kenny said. Kit raised her eyebrows.

   "You know him?" She asked. Derek nodded.

   "We good in here?" Derek asked.

   "Yeah, don't worry about it," Kenny said, "everything's been rendered safe."

   "Damn, okay. They're drop dead serious," Kit whispered.

   "Hotch, these tubes surround what would be the explosive charge," Derek said, "and this cylinder right here? It's gotta be where they put whatever bio or chem agent they plan on dispersing."

   "That's a happy thought," Kenny said.

   "Yeah, tell me about it," Derek sighed.

   They walked into a different room. "Looks like a four man cell," Aleksander said.

   "They assimilated into the community," Hotch said, looking through the closet.

   "Just like any other suburban gangster wannabes rolling at the mall," Derek said.

   "You mean southern white kids?" Kit asked, raising an eyebrow. Derek smiled and shook his head.

   "Who do you think we're dealing with?" Bonnie asked.

   "Most likely Middle Eastern males in their early twenties," Hotch said.

   "And judging by that device out there, they're looking at significant targets: military installations, government buildings."

   "You know, if these guys are fundamentalists, you'd think they have Qu'Rans, prayer mats," Derek said.

   "Alek and I don't have Torahs and we're Jewish," Kit said, "you have a belief, it doesn't mean you use all the customs and and follow all the rules."

   "No. We didn't find any of those here," Bonnie said.

   "They must have at least one other location," Hotch said. Derek looked under something and found a box of papers.

   "Ryan, Hotch, Kit," Derek said.

   "What is it?" Hotch asked.

   "That looks like a list of chemicals," Kit said nervously, "and I don't like it."

   "I'm gonna check with Garcia."

    "What'd she say?" Hotch asked.

   "Garcia says this list looks like a list of additives needed to weaponize Anthrax," Derek said.

   "Okay, let's not have this be another 1979 in Russia, please," Kit said.

   "Hey, guys, we're going in silent tonight, no comms," a man said.

   "Let's be careful. We don't know what to expect. Ready?" Bonnie asked.

   "Ready."

   "Let's do it."

   The storage unit was clear. Kit sighed and took the mask she was wearing off. "This place is completely empty. We missed them again," Derek said.

   "You got Gideon, Prentiss, and me," Spencer answered.

   "It's Hotch. We're at cell location number two. No cell members, no lab, no dispersal devices. We're still looking for escape tunnels," Hotch said.

   "Call us," Jason said.

   Hotch's phone rang again. "What's the problem?" Hotch answered.

   "Get everybody out of there. Now! Now! Now!" Kit heard Jason yell.

   "Everybody out. It's a trap. Now!" Hotch yelled, "I said out." Kit ran out after everyone else, being closest to the explosion. She went flying, hitting her head on the ground hard.

   Kit's head hurt like hell. She had also sprained her wrist trying to break her fall. So now, Kit was trying her best to move her wrist with the brace on.

   "Son of a bitch," Bonnie said.

   "Sorry about Kenny," Hotch said.

   "Yeah, me, too," Bonnie said.

   "The chatter was a set up. They knew we'd be listening," Kit said.

   "They led us straight here," Derek said.

   "Just tell me you know where to look next," Bonnie sighed.

   "Not yet," Hotch said.

   "How does a terrorist cell exist right here in Mayberry?" Derek asked.

   "Infrared scanning still shows no one inside," a man said, "we're doing a soft entry in case it's booby trapped.

   After a few minutes, the man came back. "We have five deceased males and what looks to be a crude lab, all shot in the head execution style."

   "Any Anthrax on the scene?" Kit asked.

   "Only residue. There's also packing and tags from four new backpacks."

   "They're already on the move," Kit said.

   "We're too late."

   "Let's just hope we have somewhere to go," Aleksander said as he walked with Kit, Derek, and Hotch.

   "Grand opening of the USA mall today. It's the third largest in the country, and it's right smack in the middle of McLean, Virgina," JJ said.

   Kit and Hotch glanced at each other. "Let's move."

   "What's going on with you two? You both look like you've seen a ghost back there," Derek said.

   "Haley's supposed to take Jack to the new mall to have his portrait taken," Hotch said, "and she also took Kit's niece and Aleksander's daughter, Leah, with her for ice cream after."

   "Well, go ahead and call her," Derek said.

   "It's a breach of security," Hotch said.

   "You guys lose Haley, Jack, and Leah, screw this job. You won't have a life," Derek said. Hotch tried to call Haley.

   "I can't reach her."

   "Morgan, I'm going to find the security office!" Hotch said.

   "Morgan!" Bonnie yelled. They ran over to the van, finding a man shot in the head.

   "Looks like loading dock security," Derek said.

   "Should we evacuate?" Bonnie asked.

   "No, that'd cause mass panic. Let's go," Kit said.

   They were inside on a stairwell. "They're going for the air vents," Derek told Kit and Aleksander. Kit sighed and put her braided hair into a bun, putting on the mask. "Move."

   They got onto the roof of the mall quickly. Kit sighed and raised her gun once they found the men. "Don't move! Put the devices down and put your hands where I can see them!" Aleksander yelled.

   One pulled a gun and Kit shot him in the head quickly. The rest fell dead, but one started running. Kit and Derek ran after him quickly, finally catching up with him.

   He pulled a gun and fired, hitting Kit in the stomach. She groaned and stumbled back, falling as Derek shot him. He fell back and through the skylight of the mall.

   Derek helped Kit up quickly. "You okay?" He asked.

   "Yeah. The vest stopped it, but we all know how these things work. I'll be bruised for weeks," Kit smiled. Derek laughed a bit and nodded.

   "You're lucky it was the stomach and not anywhere else," Derek said as he took the mask off. Kit did the same.

   "Yeah, I know. I know."

   Kit and Aleksander ran into Noah's house quickly, not stopping to say hi to Valerie or Noah. They ran into Leah's room, where she was playing peacefully with her dolls. "Leah!" Aleksander yelled. Leah looked at him, immediately getting up and wrapping her arms around him. Kit let out a sigh of relief, looking around.

   "You're okay. You're okay," Aleksander mumbled, mostly to himself.

   "Why wouldn't I be?" Leah asked.

   Aleksander took a deep breath. "There were some bad men at the mall today, where you were supposed to go with Haley and Jack," he said, "we stopped them, but it still worried me."

   Kit smiled a bit as Leah nodded. "Well, I'm okay," she said.

   Aleksander nodded, a smile on his face. "And I'm glad."

raplh waldo emerson said, " in order to learn the most important lessons in life, one must each day surmount a fear. "

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RUSSIAN ROULETTE CHAPTER FIVE.

chapters zero, one, two, three, four

original episode

   Kit was starting to get confused. She'd met a girl, her name was Alena. Ever since she met this girl, her regular outings with Derek had become more scarce. Kit hated that. His flirtatious personality had faded when he was around Kit.

   But what was worse was that he was doing this after they slept together.

   What had she done to make him act like that?

   Being pulled from her thoughts as she dried her hair, she sighed softly when Aleksander knocked on the door. "What?!" Kit shouted.

   "I thought you were going out with Morgan?" Aleksander questioned. Kit bit her lip, looking down.

   "Not today. He had to cancel," Kit sighed.

   "Like he did last week? And the week before?" Aleksander asked.

   "Just drop it, Alek," Kit sighed, "besides, I'm meeting someone else this morning."

   "Loren or Alena?"

   Kit furrowed her eyebrows and got dressed quickly, not even bothering to straighten her extremely ( and painfully ) curly hair. "How did you know about Loren?" She asked as she walked out of the bathroom.

   "He called me too," Aleksander said, "the Academy— they're targeting us. And they won't stop until they kill us or we break."

   "What about— what about Maxim? Have you heard from him?" Kit asked.

   "Unfortunately, no," Aleksander said, "I haven't heard from him, his kids, or Eliza. Hopefully, if they've received the photos, they've gone into hiding."

   "Maxim is smarter than that," Kit said, "he wouldn't just go into hiding, Alek."

   "I'm well aware, Kit," Aleksander sighed. His phone rang and Kit looked at him as he answered. "Loren?"

   "Aren't you supposed to reply with hello?" Loren asked on the other end. Kit let out a shaky breath and smiled slightly, "listen, I know you two are in a good place now, but we're in trouble. And so is your family and the BAU. And Max."

   "Max received photos?" Kit asked, her breath catching in her throat.

   "Yes. We've been using the code we made up to conversate in chatrooms that bounce between China, Japan, South Korea, Belarus, Ukraine, Romania, Russia, and the United States," Loren said.

   "Eight countries? Damn," Kit mumbled.

   "My point is, it's not safe for us to meet," Loren said, "go to work. I'll call with updates."

   Kit and Aleksander sighed. "Fine," they said, "bye." They hung up.

   "Let's get going."

   "Hey, Kit, someone sent another package to you," Spencer said, nodding to the envelope on her desk. Kit glanced at Aleksander, who had the same thing.

   She opened it slowly, flipping through it. It was the threats she'd gotten before, but they were getting much worse.

   What really made Kit freeze up was when she saw photos of her and Derek on the night they slept together. They were standing in the window, things just starting to get heated. The words "slut," and "whore," were written across the pictures, making her want to get sick.

   "Alek," Kit said, running over to him, "there— there are pictures of me and Derek." He flipped through the photos.

   "You and Morgan—" Aleksander started quietly, before raising his voice, "slept together?!"

   "Aleksander, I'm a grown woman—" Kit started.

   "And my twin sister. You'll never be grown to me," Aleksander said, "we need to tell Hotch. Whoever's doing this has involved the team."

   Kit nodded and grabbed Aleksander's arm, pulling him towards Hotch's office. They knocked and Hotch let them in immediately. "Hotch… these came today," Kit said, placing them on Hotch's desk.

   He flipped through them carefully. "You've been getting stalked?" Hotch asked.

   "Yeah, but I wasn't worried until whoever's doing this involved Derek," Kit said.

   "Understandable. Any idea who would've done this?" Hotch asked.

   "No, that's the worst part," Kit said softly, "a contact of mine told me it was the Academy— but they aren't the type to do that. They're controlling, sure, but once you're out, you're out. Unless…"

   "Unless they absolutely need us. The people who received the photos all had high rankings," Aleksander said, "Kit and I was 550 and 551. Loren and Maxim are 552 and 553."

   "I need Loren and Maxim's full names and I also need to know the last time you saw them," Hotch said.

   "Loren and Maxim Latimoff. They have an older sister, Liv. Um, the last I saw Maxim was when we were sixteen and... Loren when we were nineteen," Kit said.

   "Where are they now?" Hotch asked.

   "Loren is here. Maxim, last I knew, lives in Oxfordshire, England," Kit said softly.

   "I'll get the team to the conference room."

   "Yes, sir."

   "Today, Kit and Aleksander received photos from their old workplace in Vladivostok, Russia," Hotch said. He was quickly interrupted, a man walking into the round table room with two envelopes.

   "Kit and Aleksander Egorova?" He asked, giving it to them, "these are for you."

   Opening it quickly, Kit froze up when she saw photos of her, Aleksander, and their family playing soccer in their backyard.

   "What is it?" Spencer asked.

   "They're… they're photos of me playing football— sorry, soccer," Kit said, "the last time I played soccer, I was seven."

   "Whoever's doing this has been stalking you since you were a little, Kit Kat," Derek said.

   "Yeah, I know," Kit snapped, moving away from him as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Aleksander raised an eyebrow.

   "I want all right, since we don't have much to work off of, it'd be safest for everyone to stay here," Hotch said.

   Kit sighed and glanced at Aleksander. "We should have Garcia try and trace the address on the envelopes," JJ said.

   Hotch looked at Kit and Aleksander. "Go," he said. Kit and Aleksander stood up quickly, going to find Garcia.

   "Hello," Garcia said once they entered her office.

   Kit put the envelopes down in front of her. "Can you find out where these came from?" She asked.

   "They have addresses on them?" Garcia asked.

   "Yeah."

   "Then don't you worry, my beautiful Russian doll, I will have the location in no time," Garcia replied.

   Kit smiled. "Thanks, Garcia."

   "Don't worry about it, doll."

   "If Kit and Aleksander are in immediate danger, wouldn't it be safer to have them put in witness protection?" JJ asked.

   "We're not going into witness protection," Kit and Aleksander said immediately. Everyone gave them a look, obviously alarmed from them talking at the same time, "it's a twin thing…"

   "All right then," Derek said, "did you two travel as kids?"

   "Yeah, a lot. Why?" Kit asked.

   "Do you think, maybe, the unsub followed you around?" Derek asked.

   "My parents would notice," Kit said, shaking her head, "especially if we went to places with a lot of space and nothing blocking the way. Like my grandparent's farm in England or my aunt's home in Romania."

   "You have relatives all over, huh?" Derek asked.

   "Uh— yeah, I do," Kit answered biting her lip, "one place our unsub might have caught me was—" she flipped through the photos, "Disney world."

   "The Academy's been stalking us since we were kids, we were the best targets for them," Aleksander said.

   "I found the warehouse!" Garcia yelled as she ran into the round table room, "it's an old abandoned IKEA warehouse."

   Kit and Aleksander glanced at each other and sighed, running past Garcia and out of the room quickly. Hotch looked at Derek and Maribelle. "Follow them, the rest of us will catch up," he said. Derek and Maribelle ran after them.

    Kit and Aleksander had just missed their unsub when they got to the warehouse. He was on a bike. "Damnit!" Kit yelled, "we'll never catch up with him." She glanced around, catching sight of a bike across the street, "unless…"

   "Kit, you don't have any protective gear," Aleksander sighed, "if you crash—" he was cut off by Kit running across the street.

   "How many times have I done this before?!" Kit yelled. She got to the bike and smirked, "what idiot leaves the keys in the ignition?"

   Aleksander gave Kit a dirty look. "You can't just steal it," he said.

   "Watch me," Kit replied, mounting the bike and starting it.

   "Kit—" Aleksander started. But he was too late. Kit had sped off.

   She was hot on the unsub's trail now. She sped up, going the fastest she could go, which was about 125 miles per hour. Finally having caught up to the unsub, Kit took a deep breath before throwing herself off the motorcycle. She hit the sidewalk and rolled, groaning slightly as she sat up.

   She watched the bike she had been riding collide with the unsub's. The unsub, who hadn't been wearing a helmet, fell and hit his head on the curb.

   "Yes!" She yelled, throwing her hands in the air as Aleksander, Maribelle, and Derek caught up to her in a car.

   They got out quickly. "You look like hell," Maribelle noted.

   Kit sighed. "I'm well aware," she said, standing up and dusting herself off. There was a small cut on her forehead, and her knees were scraped and bruised all to hell.

   "Well, are you all right?" Derek asked.

   "I'm fine," Kit nodded, "he's not, though."

   Aleksander scoffed. "Yeah, he's dead," he said.

   "Kit?" A voice asked. Loren.

   "Loren," Kit said, "how'd you know we'd be here?"

   "I've been following you," Loren said. Kit glanced at Aleksander, alarmed. "Nice job."

   "What? With the unsub?" Kit asked.

   "Yes. You're the old Kit I remember. She's coming back," Loren noted. Kit's eyes widened as she looked at the collision.

   "Take it back," she said numbly.

   "What?" Loren asked.

   "Take… it… back," Kit repeated, "now."

   "But I don't see anything wrong with what I said," Loren said.

   "There's plenty wrong with what you just said," Kit said, "now take it back!" Loren walked closer to Kit.

   "No," he said. Kit turned away for a second before punching Loren straight in the groin. Loren groaned, throwing a punch quickly. Kit grabbed his wrist and pulled herself up, wrapping her legs around his neck.

   Maribelle smirked as Derek looked at Kit surprised while she got up. Aleksander gave her a proud look before walking away with Maribelle.

   "What the hell was that?" Derek asked, walking closer to Kit.

   "Something I learned when I was younger," Kit said, shrugging.

   Derek gave her a small smile. "You know whoever owns that bike is gonna be really pissed, right?" He asked, putting an arm around Kit as they started walking.

   "Oh, yeah," Kit nodded, "but they won't know it's me." Derek chuckled.

   "Listen, Kit Kat, I'm sorry I've been avoiding you, it's just— I didn't want anything to be bad or awkward between us after… we—" he started.

   "Slept together?"

   "Yeah."

   Kit nodded with a smile. "That's all right. Just… don't do it again."

   Derek smiled as well. "I don't plan on it."

DAI SPEAKS howdyyyyyyyy

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RUSSIAN ROULETTE CHAPTER FOUR

chapters zero, one, two, three

2x06. the boogeyman.

    Kitanna Egorova was nothing more than a weapon. Or, that's how she felt, anyway. And due to never sharing her problems with anyone, no one knew how she felt. Not even her brother, who has mostly the same problems as her.

   Kit's phone rang and she sighed. "Hello?" She asked.

   "Привет Китти," a male voice on the other end answered. ( Hello, Kitty. )

   Kit stopped and glanced around. "Лорен, сейчас не время говорить," she replied. ( Loren, now isn't the time to talk. )

   She heard Loren sigh on the other end. "Китанна, скажи мне это. Вы тоже получили фотографии?" He asked. ( Kitanna, tell me. Did you also get photos? )

   "У тебя есть фотографии?" Kit asked, panicked. ( You got photos? )

   "Я так понимаю, у тебя есть фотографии," Loren said. ( I take it you got photos. )

   "Да. Запомни мой номер, потому что я знаю, что ты разговариваешь по телефону. Поговорим позже," Kit said, hanging up. ( Yes, I did. Remember my number, because I know you're on a burner phone. We'll talk later. )

   Kit walked up to the front door of Hotch's house and sighed. She knocked quickly and Haley opened the door almost immediately. "Hi," Kit said, smiling.

   Haley smiled brightly. "Hi! Jack's missed you a ton," she said, letting Kit into the house, "he's starting to think of you as his big sister."

   That warmed Kit's heart a bit. "Really?" She asked.

   "Oh, yeah," Haley nodded, "he absolutely loves you."

   "I'm so sorry I missed his birthday, by the way," Kit said, "Aleksander and his boyfriend, Noah, were going out all day for Noah's birthday and dragged me along."

   "It's no problem, don't worry about it," Haley said. Kit heard Jack's footsteps and smiled once he ran into the room. He ran over to Kit and she picked him up. "Kit?" Hotch asked as he followed Jack into the room.

   Kit smiled. "It's almost Halloween, I thought I'd see Jack before we're bombarded with cases," she said.

   Hotch nodded, giving her a small smile. "Well, after you're done, I'll give you a ride," he said. Kit nodded.

   "Thanks," she said.

   "Nicholas Faye of Ozona, Texas, was beaten to death roughly thirteen hours ago. Blunt force trauma to the head. He's the second young boy in Ozona to die the same death in the last two months," JJ said, "local hunter found his body in the woods. First victim's name, Robbie Davis."

   "Are these boys connected somehow?" Derek asked.

   "Ozona's population is roughly 2,500," JJ said, "everyone has some kind of connection."

   "Well, shit," Kit said softly.

   "Well, if they weren't linked before, they most certainly are now," Derek said.

   "Both murdered by the same offender," Spencer said.

   "Who's hunting children," Jason said.

plato wrote, " we can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark. the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. "

   "You guys hear Elle was cleared?" Spencer asked as he sat down.

   "Self-defense," Kit and Derek said. Derek noticed her fiddling with the thin chain of her necklace.

   "So, it was a good shoot," Spencer said.

   "She hit what she was aimin' for," JJ said. Kit snorted and looked down, biting her lip.

   "That's not what I meant," Spencer said.

   "I know," JJ said.

   "If they cleared her, how come she's not here with us?" Derek asked, "or Hotch?"

   "Who knows," Kit said, looking up.

   "Focus on the case," Jason said.

   JJ looked at them and sighed. "Ozona police and autopsy report for Nicholas Faye and Robbie Davis," she said, handing it to Jason.

   "Well, the bludgeoning could suggest frustration or rage," Derek said.

   "With no apparent sexual motivation. That's rare when the victims are this young," Spencer said.

   "My maternal instinct is telling me to slap flex tape over Spencer's mouth the next time he mentions that," Kit said.

   "Maternal instinct?" JJ questioned.

   "Flex tape?!" Spencer asked loudly, alarmed.

   "You heard her, Pretty Boy, time to stop with your rambling," Derek smirked.

   "This unsub seems to be taking pleasure from the kill itself," Jason said.

   "So if it's not sexual, what's the significance of targeting young males?" Cora asked.

   "Most serial killers prey upon specific types to carry out their fantasies of revenge," Aleksander said.

   "You've been hanging out with one of the doctors too much, my money's on Spencer," Kit said. Spencer continued to talk ad JJ's phone rang.

   "Bundy killed that looked like an ex-girlfriend who jilted him. Dahmer claimed that schoolyard harassment fed into his fury," Spencer said.

   "So maybe these little boys represent someone who victimized the offender," Kit said.

   "Like a young male from his past," Spencer said, "maybe a bully, an older brother, someone who abused him."

   "No, that's unlikely," JJ said as she got off the phone, "they just found another body. 11-year-old girl."

   Kit sighed and bit the inside of her cheek. Derek grabbed her hand gently. "Why would the victimology change like that?" Cora asked.

   "Maybe the girl wasn't the target. Maybe she just got in the way," Derek said.

   "Or the sex of his victim isn't significant. The pace he's killing certainly indicates a velocity of change," Jason said.

   "We can't surveil every kid in Ozona. How are we supposed to keep them all safe?" JJ asked.

   "Enforce a curfew?" Spencer asked.

   Kit and Derek both shook their heads slightly. "Children shouldn't have to worry about something like that," Derek said.

   "Tell me about it," JJ muttered, "the woods were the only thing I was afraid of when I was a kid."

   "Seriously?" Derek asked, "thought you grew up in a small town."

   "Yeah, surrounded by woods," JJ said.

   "Bummer for you," Derek said.

   "Yeah," JJ sighed.

   "Only thing I was afraid of was the dark," Derek said.

   "Some of us still are," Spencer said.

   "You're afraid of the dark?" Kit asked, "that's okay, I'm afraid of medical masks."

   "When we land, Morgan and Kit go to the new crime scene. The little girl," Jason said, "I'll look at the scene where Nicholas Faye was found."

   Derek sighed and looked at Kit as she spoke with the ME. The deputy ( or, that's what Kit guessed he was ) had told them the little girl was bludgeoned to death the same way the boys had been. "Not entirely true. I found some markings on her scalp that indicated that this psycho beat her post-mortem," the ME said.

   "The unsub's getting more brazen," Kit said.

   "He's getting brazen, all right," the ME said, "I've bagged three children in the last month."

   "Now he's spending more time with the victims even after death," Derek said, "he had to know he wasn't gonna be interrupted, but how? Hoe could he be so sure?"

   "The forest goes for miles and miles, but nobody goes walkin' in it unless they're lookin' to kill," the ME said.

   Kit and Derek looked at the sign. "Or hunt," Kit said.

   "In which case, he'd know every inch of these woods, right, every trail?" Derek asked, "Kit Kat, whoever killed these children is very familiar with this area. In my opinion, he probably lived on Ozona his whole life."

   "It's something we call the buddy system. That means you always go everywhere with a friend," JJ said.

   "That's right, because bad men and women are more likely to talk to us only when we're by ourselves," Derek said.

   "We don't know what these guys look like yet. It could be somebody you know," Kit said.

   A little girl raised her hand. "Yes, sweetheart, you got a question?" Derek asked.

   "There was this little girl once on the news, who just got grabbed right in front of her house. Could that happen to us?" The girl asked.

   Derek glanced at Kit and JJ, Kit simply shrugging, as if to say, 'you're in your own with this one.' He gave her a dirty look.

   "Nothing's gonna happen to any of you, as long as you remember this buddy system, okay?" Derek asked.

   "Can I have your attention, please?" Jason asked, "good afternoon. We want to make something clear. Due to the velocity of change, we predict this offender could try and strike again anytime. His confidence builds with every attack."

   "Look for someone physically fit, shy, kind disposition, someone you may trust with your own child. Because the killer targets kids, he may be small himself," Derek said.

   "And though we keep referring to this unsub as "he," do not rule out a woman," Kit said.

   "Excuse me," a woman said.

   "Chief," deputy said, "you're gonna want to hear this."

   "My son Matthew never same home today," the woman said.

   "Here we go," Aleksander mumbled.

   "When was he last seen?" Jason asked.

   "His teacher saw him in the parking lot after school," the woman said.

   "Search team."

   "Yes, sir."

   "Okay, Reid, Cora, the school is on Willow Road," Derek said.

   "If the boy was abducted, then this area would be the most secluded nearby," Cora said.

   "So Jones can put his guys at the gas station..."

   The story about Finnegan gave Kit chills. An old man who watchers children and hunts them. Skins them. Eats them. Possibly the worst story Kit had heard.

   "Folks have been tellin' that story since I was a kid," the counselor said.

   "Why haven't we heard about this?" Kit asked.

   "Fables are often sparked by an ounce of truth. We should exhaust every possibility," Derek said.

   "Sure looks like a haunted house," Spencer said as everyone got out of the SUV.

   "Morgan, you, Kit, and Jones take the front. Reid, Cora, and I will cover the outbuildings," Jason said.

   Kit, Derek, and Jones ran up to the front quickly. The door was already open, and creaked as it opened slowly. "Mr. Finnegan!" Jones yelled.

   "God, if this isn't horror movie material I don't know what is," Kit mumbled to Derek, who smiled a bit.

   "Always know how to brighten the mood, huh, babe?" He asked as the three ran into the house.

   "Of course," Kit smirked.

   "Upstairs is clear," Jones said, "Finnegan's not here."

   "Yeah, and neither is the missing boy," Kit said.

   "Electricity's out," Jones pointed out. Kit rolled her eyes.

   "Thank you, Captain Obvious," she scoffed.

   "I know," Derek said.

   "Maybe he's been away," Jones said.

   "No. This paper was delivered today," Derek said.

   "So Finnegan was here earlier," Jones said.

   "Yeah, but where is he now?" Kit asked.

   Kit was watching the entire time Spencer was on the phone with Garcia. Spencer had gotten up and bumped into Derek and almost screamed, stumbling slightly. This caused Kit to almost collapse laughing.

   "You really are afraid of the dark," Derek said with a smile.

   "I'm workin' on that," Spencer replied as he walked away.

   "You should work a little harder," Kit teased.

   "My deputy got the boy home safe," the sheriff ( ? ) said as he entered the home.

   "Turns out the poor kid was scared by a tree branch," Cora said.

   "This whole town's on edge," Derek said, sighing.

   "Maybe that's why Finnegan's in the wind," Kit said.

   Kit and Derek walked over into a separate room and sighed. "Hey, that's interesting," Derek said.

   "The unsub didn't use a gun," Spencer said.

   "Bet he knows every trail in Ozona," Jason said, "Finnegan's an avid hunter. Why didn't he use a..." He picked up a lunch box under the table, "Robbie Davis."

   "First victim," the sheriff said.

   Jason picked up another lunch box. "Sarah P. Sarah Peterson, right?" He asked.

   "I guess Finnegan brought the kids back here first before baitin' 'em into the woods," Derek said, "but why wouldn't he get rid of the evidence?"

   "He considers them trophies," Spencer and Cora said.

   "When this is all said and done, I'd like to hang his head on my wall," Derek said.

   "You're lucky I live with three children, Derek," Kit replied blankly. The two walked away quickly.

   Finnegan had died. They guessed natural causes, Spencer had even pointed out that his heart had probably gave out setting a trap.

   "Those Coyotes were gnawing on him for a week," the ME said.

   "Before the second and third murders happened," Kit sighed.

   "The area's off the traveled path. It's a wonder anyone discovered him at all," Spencer said.

   "Is it?" The ME asked, "those leaves didn't cover him up by themselves."

   "He's right. The deputy may have not been the first to find him," Derek said.

   "And our only suspects been cleared," Cora scoffed.

   Kit and Derek looked at Jason. "Square one?" Derek asked.

   "No," Jason said, "if Finnegan's been dead all this time, who's livin' in his house?" He began to walk away. "Let's go."

   "Here's a question— if a tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound if there's nobody there to hear it?" Spencer asked

   "What the hell are you reading?" Kit asked.

   "I was just thinking," Spencer said.

   "The unsub found Finnegan's corpse in a lightly traveled part of the woods, and no one else knew," Derek said, "so he was able to use this house, and no one was the wiser."

   "Actually, I was referring to Finnegan's wife," Spencer said. Kit laughed and looked down.

   "What are you talking about?" Derek asked.

   "She was rumored missing, perhaps killed, almost 50 years ago, when, in actuality, she left Finnegan for another man. Hr writes about it in hid journals, how he would look out the window on a daily basis to see if she would come home. She never did. He never recovered. He ended up turning into a recluse that people in town misunderstood," Spencer said.

   "Found somethin'," Jason said as he walked into the room, "come here." He walked away.

   "Provisions, delivered by the church to every elder's doorstep, each one dated after Finnegan died," Jason said.

   "So the unsub ate everything," Derek said.

   "Almost everything," Jason said, "unopened bowls of creamed spinach thrown into the trash, each other wrapped with ductape."

   "One with each tray," Spencer said.

   "So were looking for a guy who really, really hates spinach?" Kit asked, turning to Derek and holding her hands out, "might as well arrest me." Derek shook his head and shoved her shoulder gently.

   "I bet you'd like getting cuffed," Derek scoffed.

   "Only if it's you cuffing me," Kit smirked.

   "Who doesn't hate spinach?" Cora asked.

   "Me," Aleksander piped up as he walked up to him.

   "Ritualized, meticulous, organized," Jason said.

   "He would eat with the same particulars," Spencer said.

   "Pull prints," Jason said. His phone started to ring, "have Garcia run 'em for a match."

   "It's about Elle, isn't it?" Spencer asked, directing his question more towards Kit.

   "Hotch tells me a lot, but he doesn't tell me everything," Kit said softly.

   "Okay, Miss Future Unit Chief," Aleksander scoffed.

   "I don't know," Derek said to Spencer.

   "You know, I talked to her in Ohio."

   "Reid, we all talked to her."

   "No, I—I—I talked to her before. I went to her room one night, and she was drinking," Spencer said.

   "She almost died. I'd be drinkin', too," Derek said.

   Kit sat on the floor by Derek's legs, picking at her nail as Aleksander braided her hair. "Why the woods, JJ?" Derek asked. Aleksander sighed in annoyance when Kit looked at him, aggressively jerking her head so she groaned.

   "Ow!"

   "Hm?" JJ asked Derek.

   "Your fear. You said it was of the woods," Derek said.

   "Um, I used to be a camp counselor when I was a teenager in the woods up in Vermont. I had the night shift— tuck the girls in, turn off the lights, you know, the typical drill. Everything seemed fine, all the kids were asleep. You know, nothing seemed out of the ordinary… until I noticed that there was some blood on the hallway floor. So I followed the blood trail out to the camp directors cabin, walked up to his bed, and he was just laying there underneath his covers… dead. Someone stabbed him." Kit's eyes widened as Aleksander finished the braid. "I ran out if there so fast. Out the door, down the hall. I just remember it being really dark. Once I got to the door, there was another counselor there. I guess she heard me scream. They caught the caretaker on his way into town. I guess he still had the knife on him. Anyway, I guess that's probably when I decided I didn't like the woods."

   Kit and Derek glanced at each other. "You're serious?" Derek asked.

   JJ took a sip of her coffee, giving Derek a dead serious look before making a face. "No," she said. Kit rolled her eyes, as JJ laughed, "no, I… you fell for that?"

   Derek chuckled and leaned back into the couch. "Come on, I don't know why I'm afraid of the woods. I just… I am." JJ pointed to Spencer, still looking at Derek. "Why is he still afraid of the dark?" She then pointed to Kit. "And why is she afraid of medical masks?"

   Derek disregarded the question about Kit's fear, knowing it was a bad thing to look back on for her. "Yeah, Reid, why are you still afraid of the dark?"

   "Because of the inherent absence of light!" Spencer answered.

   "Oh," JJ said, Kit hearing an ounce of sarcasm in her voice.

   "JJ, that was pretty good," Derek said as his phone rang.

   "Ha! That's what she said!" Kit exclaimed.

   Derek gave her a look. "Just know that paybacks are a bitch," he said. Kit and Aleksander looked at each other with small smirks.

   "I'm shakin'," JJ joked.

   Derek answered his phone. "Yeah." He got off with the phone with Garcia after mentioning the guidence counselor. "Call Gideon. We just found our unsub."

   Derek walked into the cell with Kit and closed the door. He then walked over to Charles and placed the file down. "Here's the deal. I could stand here and tell you what I think you were doin' in Finnegan's house for the last two weeks, or you could do us all a favor. Sign a confession, maybe get a little something taken off your time. What do you say?" Derek asked.

   "I never stepped inside Finnegan's house," Charles said. Derek dropped the pen.

   "That isn't the answer we were looking for, sweetheart," Kit mocked. Earlier, Charles had called her sweetheart, so it was coming back to bite him in the ass.

   "See, fact is, we got your fingerprints inside the house all over the trays of food," Derek said.

   "Of course you did. I delivered 'em every week," Charles said.

   Derek grabbed the red hat. "What are you doin' with Nicholas Faye's hat? Hmm?" Derek asked.

   "Maybe he was trying to dispose of it. Or maybe he was so proud of his keepsake, he wanted a safe place to hide it," Kit said.

   "How these last six months been for you, James?" Derek asked, "not too good, huh? Oh, no, your whole life is fallin' apart, isn't it? Oh, yeah, you gotta be feelin' a loss of control."

   "Sense of abandonment," Kit continued.

   "And we would guess, uh… little impotent maybe," Derek said, "come on, man, give me somethin'."

   Kit smirked. "Why did your wife leave you, hmm?" She asked with a mock pout.

   "What happened, James? She get bored? I mean, you don't seem all that exciting to me," Derek said, "she start feeling a little uninspired? Hey, you're not a Minuteman, are you?" Charles stayed silent.

   "Oh, so that's what it is," Kit said snarkily, smiling as she walked over, "you're done before she even gets started, huh? She left you for another man who has—" James got up, pushing everything off the table and hitting Kit in the process, "okay then!"

   "James, that was exciting!" Derek yelled, "did she hit a nerve?"

   "I want to go home," Charles said.

   "Oh, you want to go home?" Kit asked.

   "Well, we're sorry. That ain't about to happen, so why don't you come over here and sit your ass down?" Derek asked. Charles didn't move, "I said sit down!"

   "I'm done talkin' to you," Charles said.

   Derek looked at Kit and she sighed. "I will tell you what you're done doing, understood?" She asked, "James, we can't help you if you don't start talking."

   "Somethin'!" Derek yelled. Derek got off the phone and Kit gave him a curious look. "What were you doin'? Workin' your way up to the victim you wanted to kill most? Your son?"

   Kit's eyes widened, before finally starting go catch onto what Derek was saying. "What'd you do with him, James?" Kit asked. James shook his head, sparking a new kind of rage in Kit. "Are you really so fucking weak you have to blame your own child for your failed marriage?!"

   "Shut up!" Charles yelled.

   "No! Start talking! Because we need to understand this!" Kit screamed, almost at the top of her lungs, "you beat those children who trusted you! Why?! So you could regain your power?!"

   Derek looked at her before looking back at Charles. "We got a news flash for you. You never had any to begin with," he said.

   "That's right. Keep it comin', keep it comin'," Charles said.

   "We are so far from finished with you, you son of a bitch," Derek said.

   "I could do this all day if I really wanted to," Kit said, "it's only a matter of time before I snap and you're on the floor, knocked out cold. You make me sick!"

   "You know what happens to guys who mess with kids on the inside?" Derek asked, "do you?"

   "Can I have a word with him?" Jason asked as he entered the room. Kit took a deep breath.

   "Yeah," Derek said, grabbing Kit's wrist gently and walking out. Kit leaned against the wall, rubbing her throat gently.

   "Screaming really took a toll on my vocal cords," she chuckled. Derek gave her the slightest smile, looking down at her wrist. He noticed the sever circular scars around her wrists.

   "What's that about?" He asked, nodding to the scars.

   "The US really needs to get better handcuffs," Kit smiled.

   "Ah," Derek nodded.

   "I also handcuff my wrist to the bed at night," Kit said softly, "PTSD has made me anxious. That I might get up and hurt someone without realizing it. Safety precautions, you know?"

   "Kit Kat," Derek sighed, "if you need help, talk to someone. Cora, Reid, Hotch Gideon, your brother, me."

   "None of you are professionals other than Cora, who despises me," Kit said.

   Derek nodded. "I get your point, but still..."

   "I'll keep it in mind," Kit smiled, starting to walk again.

   Derek smiled as well. "Yeah, you better."

   Kit, Derek, Jones, and Jason got out of the car quickly to meet JJ, Cora, and Spencer. "You know, after this mom left, Jeffery probably resented the fact that his dad spends more time at work with other kids than with his own," Derek said.

   "And took that rage out on any kid he viewed as having anything he didn't," Jason said.

   "So Tracy's mom said the bus would have dropped her off here after school," JJ said, "she was supposed to walk home with a neighbor."

   "That's most likely when Jeffery approached, but where would he have taken her?" Spencer asked.

   "There's such heavy patrolling in this town," JJ said, "how do you manage to take a little girl without being seen?"

   "Because we taught him," Kit realized, "nobody will think anything of two kids walking together—"

   "Buddy system, remember?" Aleksander asked.

   "In the process of educating the public, we educated a killer," Kit said.

   "When it's off season baseball, where would a 12-year-old kid hang out?" JJ asked.

   "The park," Jason said.

   "Surrounded by woods," Cora said.

   "Let's go."

   Kit and Jason had found Tracy and Jeffery at almost the exact same time. Jason had grabbed Jeffery while Tracy clung to Kit, Kit holding the young blonde tightly.

   "Are you okay?" Kit asked Tracy softly, stroking her hair a bit. Tracy nodded. "Good. Good. Okay."

   Kit sighed and looked at Charles, feeling slightly guilty. "I'm not gonna apologize, but if you want or need to, Kit Kat, go ahead," Derek said to her. Kit hesitated before nodding and walking over to Charles.

   "Mr. Charles," Kit said, "I think an apology is in order. Had I put it together before hand, I wouldn't have treated you the way I did."

   "You were doing your job, Agent Egorova," Charles replied. Kit smiled sadly.

   "I still shouldn't have said those things." She put her hand out and Charles shook it quickly, "have a nice day."

   Charles nodded. "You too." Kit walked away and over to Derek quickly.

   "You tell him everything you needed to?" Derek asked. Kit nodded and sighed, giving Derek a small smile.

   "Yeah. I did."

DAI SPEAKS howdy hoe

[derekswhore]

RUSSIAN ROULETTE CHAPTER THREE

chapters zero, one, and two

2x04. psychodrama

   Kit's nightmares were getting worse and worse. It was the same dream, over and over. Everyone she loved was dead right in front of her, but she could hear their voices blaming her for everything.

   Kit's eyes were red when she walked into the bullpen that day and everyone was alarmed. Even Elle, who seemed to despise Kit.

   "You all right?" Derek asked, placing a hand on her arm.

   "I'm uh— I'm fine," Kit said quietly, giving Derek a small smile, "nightmare. That's all."

   "Baby, have you been getting any sleep at all?" Derek asked.

   "Six hours," Kit said softly.

   Derek nodded, placing an arm around her. "All right," he said, "as long as you're not staying up too late..."

   "Over the past two months, the LA field office has been tracking a series of four robberies in the LA metro area," JJ said, "it's one individual wearing a black ski mask. He's highly skilled. It's his unique MO that put him squarely on our court. This happened two days ago."

   The video played and Kit furrowed her eyebrows, mostly in disgust, somewhat intrigued. "He's making them undress?" Hotch asked.

   "Kinky," Kit mumbled. Derek gave her a look.

   "He takes their clothes and locks them in the vault, then he goes for the cash," JJ said.

   "Smart," Kit said, "no one will run after him like that."

   "It's also a psychological advantage," Spencer said, "make the captives feel exposed, intimidated, and much less likely to fight back."

   "That, and the MAC-10 he's waving around," Derek said, "boy's got a lot of firepower."

   "But why is this case for us?" Elle asked.

   "Because in the last robbery, two things changed," JJ said, "one, he beat the security guard nearly senseless, and two, after he made everyone undress, he forced two pairs of victims at gunpoint, then he made them simulate sex with each other. "

   "What the fuck," Kit and Aleksander whispered.

   "Woah," Elle said.

   "It's remarkable. By utilizing your practical MO, the unsub has stumbled onto a psychological signature. It's fascinating," Spencer said.

   Kit scoffed. "More like creepy and perverted as hell," she said.

   "He's a sex offender now," Elle said.

   "Fueled by violent rage. Only our unsub doesn't know it yet. If he did, he wouldn't be robbing banks anymore," Jason said.

   "So, he's a violent sex offender in denial," Cora said, "fun..."

   "And a sexual predator. Who's just escalated his crimes," Hotch said.

   Kit bit her lip. "A serial killer in the making."

" man is least himself when he talks in his own person. give him a mask and he will tell you the truth. " — oscar wilde.

   "Stripping Bandit," Elle said, "that's terrible. That makes it sound like the bandit's doing the stripping."

   "What would you call him?" Spencer asked.

   "Man whore," Kit answered immediately.

   "Pervert," JJ said.

   "Scumbag," Elle said.

   "Bitch boy," Aleksander said.

   "Creep," Cora said.

   "Rapist in the making," Maribelle said.

   "I'd call him an ass—" Derek started.

   "Hey, focus, please," Hotch said, "we have the details of four bank robberies before we get to Los Angeles."

   "At this point is he more a bank robber or a sex offender?" Aleksander asked.

   "Both, leaning more towards sex offender," Kit mumbled.

   "Seriously, what's he gonna do next, rob a bank or rape somebody?" Derek asked. Kit tensed slightly and Derek frowned. It's a trigger word, he thought.

   "I'd say we need to know more about how he robs the banks and who he chooses to victimize," Elle said.

   "Why these banks and why these victims," Kit said.

   "Pairing these specific people together is a fantasy," Jason said, "if we can figure out the nature of that fantasy, we may be able to predict his targets."

   "Hmm. In the last robbery, I don't see any photos of what he made the victims actually do," Elle said.

   "There is a problem with the surveillance system. They're working on it," JJ said.

   "That's useless," Aleksander mumbled. Kit kicked him gently. "Ow."

   "We should hit the ground running. How should we break it down?" Hotch asked.

   "There's gotta be a pattern to the banks he's hitting. We should run a geographical profile," Spencer said.

   Aleksander chuckled nervously. "A what?" He asked. Kit rolled her eyes.

   "It's yours," Hotch said, nodding at Reid.

   "For the sexual aspects, we need to look at the specific victimology," Elle said.

   "You, Egorova—"

   "Which one?" The twins asked immediately.

   "You, Aleksander, and I can go with the victim reports, see whatever surveillance footage they got," Hotch said.

   "We'll need the unsub himself," Jason said, "we'll need his perspective."

   Derek looked back at the pictures, before looking at Kit. "Crime scene."

   Kit, Derek, Jason, and the detective got out of the SUV, Kit keeping close to Derek. "The suspect entered arounv 2:00 PM, and a witness said he saw a man on a motorcycle with a backpack speed by just a few minutes after the robbery," the detective said.

   "The freeway is just a few blocks that way, right?" Kit asked, briefly pointing in a direction.

   "Actually, we're within a half-mile of three freeways," the detective said.

   "This is a perfect location," Derek said.

   "If he's on a bike, he's got no trouble getting out of here," Derek said.

   "Well, first he's gotta get to his bike," Kit said.

   Jason glanced at her. "Where's it parked?" He asked.

   "Could be anywhere," the detective said.

   "No," Kit and Derek said, shaking their heads.

   "No. A guy this good wouldn't risk his bike not being near when he comes out," Derek said.

   "He'd park it legally. Probably not in the parking lot, but... Further down the block, maybe," Kit said, "or across the street there."

   "We need to know if any of these places have security cameras that might have caught the bike," Jason said, looking at Kit and Derek while the detective walked away, "ready."

   Derek looked at Kit. "Let's go rob a bank," he said, the three of them starting to walk into the bank.

   Derek and Kit walked back to Jason. "So, he enters and he walks right to this spot," Derek said. They walked past Jason slightly, going to where the unsub had fired his gun to get everyone's attention.

   "Pulls his weapon out and shoots into the ceiling right there," Kit said, looking up and glancing around slightly.

   "That get's everyone's attention, let's them all know he's dead serious," Derek said.

   "Efficient," Jason said.

   "This is the best spot in the bank," Derek said.

   "We can see all the tellers, the front door, and that's the back office right over there," Kit said, nodding towards the back.

   "So, he knew exactly where to go," Jason said, walking over to them.

   "Mmm-hmm," Kit hummed, nodding.

   "He'd been here before," Derek said.

   "Next," Jason said.

   Kit peered over Derek's shoulder and looked at the photos. "Baby, there's a thing called personal space," he said.

   "You love me," Kit replied quietly. If Derek were being perfectly honest, her accent gave him chills.

   "Just a little bit. Next he turns, aims his gun at the guard," Derek said. The two walked over to where the guard bad been handcuffed, "disarms the guard and handcuffs him to the base."

   "Mind doing that with me later?" Kit asked in Derek's ear. Derek turned and gave her a look.

   "Act professional, please, before you go on about us being 'friends with benefits,'" Derek sighed.

   Kit sighed softly. "Sorry," she said.

   "So, where's the threat?" Derek asked, "the guards disarmed and chained. How's he a threat to the unsub?"

   "He's not," Kit said, crossing her arms.

   "Then why did he take the time to assault him?" Derek asked.

   "He's got control, he's obviously got the skills, the very thing that he doesn't have is time," Kit said.

   "He didn't assault the guards in the previous banks, why? What's changed? What's different about this guard?" Jason asked.

   "Maybe this guard reminded him of somebody," Derek said.

   "What were the guards in the previous robberies wearing?" Jason asked, "uniforms?"

   "Black suits," Kit corrected.

   "That's it," Derek said.

   "So?" the detective asked.

   Derek walked closer to the detective and Kit followed. "Our boys efficient, he's determined. This ain't his first picnic," Derek said, "he's got his trade down cold. Something about a guy in a uniform triggers an emotional response."

   "Army?"

   "No. If you're army, you're conditioned to work with people," Kit said.

   "This guy, he don't trust anybody. Prison," Derek said.

   Kit glanced at Jason and Derek. "Best trade school in the country."

   Derek put the pictures down on the ground. "He knows the kids are theirs?" Kit asked.

   "Well, witnesses said he checked their wallets first," the detective said, "He would've seen their names."

   "So, if all thirteen people, a woman in her 60s, a man in his 30s, married couple in front of their children," Kit said, "but why?"

   "Maybe they were the most inappropriate couples he could think of," Derek said.

   "He's sadistic," Jason said.

   "Would explain why he brings them here," Derek said, "he could have taken them behind the teller windows, he could've taken them back into the vault, but he chooses here."

   "The most exposed place here," Kit said.

   "Like a stage," Jason said.

   "Like it was as important to them to see what was going on as it was for him," Derek said.

   "Public humiliation," Kit and Jason said.

   "I used to be into that a couple years ago," Kit said.

   "Babygirl," Derek sighed. Kit raised her eyebrows. He'd never called her that before.

   "Sorry," Kit said softly.

  "The robbery wasn't about money, it was about getting off on what he made these people do on this spot," Jason said.

   "Forcing others to squirm and watch," Kit said.

   "We gotta know what exactly they were forced to do," Derek said.

   "We need to see the fantasy," Kit said.

   "Did you ever get ahold of the security videos?" Derek asked, looking at the detective.

   "Yes, but they were mostly erased," the detective answered.

   "That's Henderson, the bank manager," the detective said, nodding to the man backing up on camera, "said he was so flustered after what he had been through, that when he was gathering the tapes for us, he hit the wrong buttons and erased part of them."

   Kit scoffed and crossed her arms, rolling her eyes. "You believe him?" Hotch asked.

   "No. No. I told him I thought he was embarrassed about the tapes getting out and he erased them on purpose," the detective said, "he denied it."

   "And you ruled out the possibility that he was in on it?" Aleksander asked, causing the detective to look at him and Kit.

   "Why would he be involved in a robbery when he had to go through something like that?" The detective asked.

   "Well, maybe he didn't know it was going to happen. Maybe he was betrayed by the unsub," Elle said.

   Kit fiddled with her knife, continuously biting her lip until she tasted a bit of blood. She groaned quietly, wiping it away and on her jeans. "Kit Kat?" Derek asked softly, grabbing her hand.

   "I'm fine," Kit said. Derek nodded and pulled his hand away.

   "Or perhaps he was coerced," Spencer said, "there's been many documented cases of robbers forcing bank managers to assist them with their crimes."

   "But none of that is consistent with the MO's of the other robberies," Cora pointed out.

   "Maybe there's a reason this last one was different from the others," Derek said.

   "Call from Quantico on one," a man said.

   "Thanks. Garcia, it's Hotch," Hotch said.

   "Are we ready for something completely weird?" Garcia asked.

   "Isn't that what we deal with on a regular basis?" Kit asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

   "How weird are we talking, Garcia?" Derek asked.

   "The security footage Hotch gave me, I ran it through my software three times..." Garcia said.

   "And?" Kit urged.

   "And there are weird height issues," Garcia said, "IE, the unsub in the first three robberies is 6 foot 1 and the unsub in the last robbery, he's 5'10."

   "So what? The last robbery we're dealing with a different unsub?" Derek asked.

   "An unsub who is some how able to erase tapes that show exactly what happened at that bank," Hotch said.

   "An unsub who may have had inside help," Maribelle said.

   "I think it's time our interrogation experts-" Cora looked at Kit and Aleksander, "sat down with the bank manager."

   "Look, I already told the other agent that I was nervous," Henderson asked, "I screwed up. I— what else do you want me to say?"

   "It took you nine minutes to call 911 after the robber left," Kit stated.

   "I was collecting the tapes," Henderson said.

   Kit tilted her head to the side slightly. "Before you called 911?" She asked.

   Henderson paused for a second.

   TOO MUCH FOR HID TINY BRAIN TO HANDLE. Aleksander signed to her.

   GOT THAT RIGHT. Kit replied.

   "You think I had something to do with this?" Henderson asked, "you  think I'd put my family through this?"

   "No," Aleksander said, "I don't think you put your family through letting those tapes get out, either."

   "You were the only one who had access to the tapes, Mr. Henderson. At best, you erased them because you were embarrassed, at worst, because you had something to do with the robbery." She put her hands on the table and leaned over slightly, "which would you rather have us think happened?"

   "You got to understand. We were raised Baptists. It's hard for us to talk about this kind of thing," Henderson said.

   Aleksander took a deep breath. "It's hard for all of us," he said.

   "The thought about anybody seeing those tapes, even the police..." Henderson shook his head, "no. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't think it would matter." Kit and Aleksander glanced at each other. Aleksander stood up and the two walked out of the room.

   "I think it's pretty clear what this about," Kit sighed.

   "Shame and humiliation," Aleksander said.

   The phone rang and Derek answered. "Yeah?" He asked.

   "Uh, pals, don't be ticked, but I think I may have missed the sort of glaringly obvious here," Garcia said, "how would you make yourself taller without being a different person entirely or having some sort of weird Chinese surgery?"

   Maribelle frowned when Garcia mentioned the Chinese surgery. "Ouch," she said.

   "Heels," Kit said.

   "Right, sunshine, but would've seen heels, unless the unsub had them hidden inside his shoe," Garcia said, "the point is, lifts."

   "Lifts," Derek repeated.

   "Lifts, all hidden up inside his boot!" Garcia said, "with a little fancy foot work, pun emphatically intended, Garcie here managed to dig him out."

   "Thanks, girl," Derek said, hanging up, "he's trying to throw us off, hide his real height."

   "But why would he take the lifts out just for the last robbery?" Elle asked.

   "Maybe he's getting careless," Hotch said.

   "Which also means he's getting more dangerous," Kit said.

   "At least we know we're only dealing with unsub," Aleksander said.

   "How far are we from the bank?" Hotch asked.

   "Without traffic, ten minutes," the detective answered. Kit sighed and glanced at Derek.

   "Let's avoid traffic," Hotch said. They went off the road they were on.

   "How are we doing?" Kit asked.

   "Five minutes," the detective said.

   "Make it three," Kit said.

   "Less than a mile," the detective informed, "just around the corner." Kit fiddled with her necklace, which Derek had noticed just moments before that it wad the Star of David.

   When the car had pulled up to the bank, everyone got out in a hurry. "Call EMS!" Derek shouted.

   "FBI," Hotch said to the officer there.

   "He took off," the officer said.

   "Where?" Kit asked.

   "I don't know." Kit sighed and glanced around, pulling her hair back into a braid quickly.

   "Ma'am. Ma'am, can you hear me?" Derek asked, "she's unconscious."

   "Medics are on their way."

   "Gideon, he may be headed your way," Hotch said.

   "You know what the odds are of catching a motorcycle with a car in LA?" The detective asked.

   "Trying not to think about it."

   "If someone can get me a motorcycle—" Kit started.

   "You don't have any protective gear," Derek said.

    "Oh, well—"

   "You'll kill yourself!" Derek yelled.

   "Oh, well!" Kit yelled back.

   Derek sighed and glanced around. "I'm sorry, Kit Kat," he said.

   "It's the first time he's made so many mistakes," Hotch said, "hit the bank in the morning, more people around.

   "Didn't clear the back room, parked his bike right out front," Aleksander said.

   "Didn't bother taking any money," Kit sighed.

   "Did almost everything you predicted," the detective said.

   "Sometimes it sucks to be right," Derek said as he lifted the yellow plastic that was over the dead body.

   "Witnessed said he refused to take off his clothes," Cora said.

   Derek stayed silent for a couple of seconds. "Damn," he said.

   "That's a bad word," Kit said with a smirk.

   "Shut it," Derek replied almost immediately.

   "Yes, daddy," Kit joked. Derek gave her a look but smiled, shaking his head.

   "That's enough," Jason said.

   "It's not the kind of rage you bottle back up," Derek said, "this could be the beginning of a spree."

   "How's JJ doing on the suspect list?" Kit asked.

   "I'll call her," Hotch said, "I'll call Reid and Elle and get them on it, too."

   Kit and Derek walked up to the car. "Hey. You call Elle and Reid?" Derek asked.

   "Yeah," Hotch said.

   "What's that?" Kit asked.

   "My son's first steps," Hotch said, "I was out of town and Haley sent me the file." Kit looked down sadly.

   "She's fourteen. Her body can't endure the torture you want to inflict on her!" The man yelled.

   "She's also pregnant. She's one of our best agents, we can't have her out for that long," the Director answered.

   "So why not perform a safe abortion?!" The man yelled.

   "Because she needs to learn there are consequences for her actions!" The Director shouted back. Kit let out a quiet sob, holding onto Aleksander tightly.

   "Alek, they can't—" Kit started.

   "Agent 550," the Director said, "come with me, please."

   "It's nice," Derek said.

   "It's five months ago. I haven't loaded anything on here since," Hotch said.

   "Okay, so you film a new one when you get home," Derek said. Kit shook her head.

   The two walked away. "You all right? You zoned out when Hotch mentioned Jack," Derek said.

  "I would have a kid right now, fun fact," Kit said, "if it weren't for Russia."

   "What happened?" Derek asked.

   "I was fourteen. I had fooled around with my friend, he was older. About seventeen. I got pregnant and uh, my boss wasn't too happy about it," Kit said, "so he decided to torture me until the baby died."

   "He or she would've been... What? Seven or eight now?" Derek asked. Kit nodded.

   "The doctor who confirmed it gave me an estimated due date... If he wad right, today would've been her due date. She would've turned eight," Kit said.

   "I'm sorry," Derek said softly.

   "Don't— don't worry about it," Kit whispered.

   They'd got the wrong guy. Roland Lynch wasn't their unsub, and now Kit was absolutely pissed off.

   "According to witnesses, he came in and fired into the ceiling. Then he separated all the kids from their parents."

   "Then?"

   They watched the security camera and the son hit his mother. Kit jumped slightly, grabbing Derek's hand. "He's forcing the sons to hit their mothers," Spencer said.

   "He started to. When he tried to get the first one to hit his mother harder, he refused, and when he refused..." The unsub shoved the kid and started firing.

   Kit felt her heart break. A child had lost his life because he didn't want to hit his mother. She covered her mouth and looked away, Derek giving her hand a small squeeze.

   "It doesn't make sense. They're children," Hotch said.

   "He's playing out a fantasy," Jason said.

   "Yeah, but it's his fantasy and someone else's children," Kit spat.

   "They're surrogates of some kind," Derek said.

   "No. You can't do this to someone else's kid to get off. You just don't," Kit whispered. This case was obviously breaking her. And she hated it. She walked away and Hotch and Jason followed, "it doesn't make sense to me. You internalize violence. You take it out on other people. Why force someone else, especially a child, to do it for you?"

   "He didn't make the children do anything at the bank. Manager said he put the parents together," Jason said.

   "So, why is he so focused on the kids now?" Hotch asked.

   "I want to talk to the bank manager again," Jason said.

   "He apologized," Derek said.

   "Sadists don't apologize," Elle said, "they gloat, maybe, but they don't apologize."

   "Our guy's not a sadist," Jason said, "we got that part of the profile wrong."

   "He doesn't derive any sadistic pleasure from these fantasies— they're more like a compulsion," Kit said.

   "Compulsion that's literally life or death?" Spencer asked, "I mean, if anyone interferes, he kills them."

   "It's like he's compelled to direct these fantasies using these people as actors," Cora said.

   "Actors on stage, it's a play," Maribelle said.

   "It's a psychodrama," Cora and Spencer said.

   "What's that?" JJ asked.

   "It's a form of psychotherapy whereby actors serve as surrogates for actual people in the patients life," Spencer said.

   "Incorporates many elements of theatre, including an audience," Jason said.

   "There's a very famous pilot program at the Sam Luis Obispo County Jail in the mid-nineties," Spencer said.

   "Isn't that just a couple hours from here?" Kit asked.

   "Let's go over the suspect list and see how many of them did time in San Luis Obispo," Kit suggested.

   "The answer is four," Garcia said.

   "Come on. Tell me you narrowed it down a little more than that," Derek said.

   "Only two live in state, but only one lives in LA," Garcia said.

   "Ha, that a girl," Derek said, a small smile forming on his face.

   "Caleb Dale Sheppard, last known address, 236 Harbor Lane, Inglewood," Garcia said.

   "Thanks, mama," Derek said.

   "That's only 1.6 miles from the last restaurant he hit," Spencer said. Everyone gave him a curious look, except Cora. "I've been studying a lot of LA maps."

   "If he's attacking that close to home, he's given up any interest in protecting his identity," Hotch said.

   "You all need to go down there and split up, half to his address, half patrol around the restaurant in case he's on the hunt," Jason said.

   Derek pounded on the door. "Sheppard, FBI!" He yelled. When there was no answer, Elle handed him the key.

   "Key," she said.

   "No. I got one," Derek replied. He stepped back a bit and kicked the door in. Kit rolled her eyes.

   "So extra. So, so extra," Kit mumbled, walking into the hotel room.

   "Clear!" Elle shouted.

   "Yeah, it's clear here, too," Derek said, glancing at Kit.

   "Morgan. Crystal meth," Elle said.

   "Oh, he's gotta be halfway out of his mind by now," Derek said.

   "Which would explain why he left that behind," Kit said, nodding to the ski mask Elle held up.

   "Well, it looks like he's on foot, here's his bike," Derek said, "I'm calling Hotch."

" the basis of shame is not some personal mistake of ours, but that this humiliation is seen by everyone. " — milan kundera

   They'd caught the unsub. He didn't even bother hiding his identity. And he'd also held a knife to a little boys throat.

   Almost everyone on the jet was asleep. Kit had a nightmare trying to sleep. She stared out the window blankly, biting at her lip.

   "You know, I think everyone on the team really admires your leadership," Hotch said. Kit looked at him and raised her eyebrows, "you'd make a great unit chief one day."

   Kit gave the smallest of smiles. "You think so?"

   Hotch smiled a bit as well. "I know so."

DAI SPEAKS kit and hotch? brotp

[derekswhore]

RUSSIAN ROULETTE: CHAPTER TWO.

chapter 0, chapter 1, 

2x02. p911.

   Kit and Aleksander hadn't even been on their first case with the team yet and everyone already hated them. With the exception of Jason, Derek, and Spencer.

   Jason was willing to give the twins a shot. No matter how much the team may hate them, they were still apart of the team. Nothing would change that.

   Derek understood Kit and Aleksander had a rough childhood. Hell, they barely even had a childhood. He couldn't just hate them without even giving them a chance. Derek and Kit had grown quite close, he even got a half smile out of Kit.

   Spencer and Kit had just simply grown close. He came to find out that Kit was much more than an emotionless killing machine. Rather, the opposite. Kit spilled a lot of the things she's been through to Spencer, and he didn't know how to take it at first. Then, upon finding out Kit actually cried and could express her emotions, caught on comforted her.

   Yet only Derek got even the slightest smile out of her. Spencer began to think that maybe Kit didn't like Spencer, despite the interest she showed in him and his rambling.

   "Hey," Kit said softly, placing a hand on Spencer's shoulder gently.

   "Uh- hey," Spencer said, looking up at her. He smiled a bit, Kit's eyes seeming to light up slightly, "you know, I've noticed a pattern with you. Everytime someone you've grown to care about smiles, your eyes light up. But you never actually smile."

   "I don't smile for a reason," Kit said softly, "I'll explain it later. When we have time. But JJ said there was a case..."

   "Right," Spencer nodded, "oh, uh- someone sent this to you."

   Kit furrowed her eyebrows. She hadn't made any friends. At all. Who the hell could've been contacting her or sending her stuff like this?

   Kit opened the envelope and looked at the pictures. She flipped through them, the threats on each getting worse and worse. What finally phased her, though, was when her brother was mentioned. She threw the photos in the trash immediately.

   Aleksander walked up to her, also holding a batch of photos. "Вы их тоже получили?" He asked. (You got them too? Or did you get them too?)

   Kit nodded nervously. Spencer looked at them. "я напуган," Kit whispered. (I'm scared.)

   Aleksander placed his hands on either side of her face gently, shaking his head. "Don't be," he said. Kit nodded and bit her lip, "let's go."

   Kit nodded, beginning to walk away. "It'd a sick prank. Just a sick prank."

   "40,000 images of child porn are posted every week on the internet, along with the appearance of twenty new children. The appetite for babies as young as four months old has soared," Spencer said, "many of these children have been kidnapped and sold into pedophile rings."

   "One year ago, the same boy appeared on several websites used by pedophiles," Jason said, "he was a new face then. After a massive hunt led by our Crimes Against Children Unit, the boy disappeared."

   "Until tonight when SSA Cole telephoned us," Hotch said.

   "Katie Cole?" Derek asked. Kit looked at him and raised her eyebrows. Hotch nodded.

   "She was in the BAU, right?" Spencer asked.

   "One of the first profilers, clinical psychologist, brilliant," Jason said.

   "She runs the Crimes Against Children Unit in Maryland," Maribelle said.

   "I've always wanted to meet her," Derek said as he sat down.

   "Really? I heard she's a bitch," a woman said, walking into the room.

   "Nobody ever called you that, Katie," Jason said.

   "Well, not to my face," Katie replied. Kit chuckled and looked down. She looked at the screen and sighed, "the first time I ever saw him, he appeared in a series of photos. I named him Peter." She stood there for a moment before walking up to Jason and Hotch, "now he's being auctioned off when that clock runs to zero."

   Kit scoffed quietly, looking at Aleksander. "Over my dead body," she said.

   "Auctioned," JJ said, shaking her head slightly.

   "His face isn't pixilated,"

   "'Cause the unsub is confident that we're not going to be able to identify him in time," Hotch said.

   "What about the site itself?" JJ asked, "can't we just track it's origin?"

   "It's routed through a proxy server in Belarus," Katie replied, "even if that government wad friendly, Peter'd be gone before we finished the paperwork."

   "Isn't our grandmother from Belarus?" Kit asked, looking at Aleksander.

   "I think so."

   "We don't need to worry about the paperwork," JJ said, "we have Garcia."

   "Better get on that, will you?" Jason asked.

   "Yes, sir," JJ said as she walked away.

   "So, what happened a year ago, Katie?" Hotch asked. The question immediately peaked Kit's interest and she sat up.

   "We cross-referenced the images of the boy. We talked to known offenders nationwide. We narrowed the location down to the eastern United States. We had some suspects in, but the trail went cold. Until today," Katie said.

   "With all due respect, Miss Cole—" Derek started.

   "Uh oh," Kit said, biting back a smile.

   "Hush. With all due respect, Miss Cole, how is this time going to be any different?" Derek asked.

   "We have a starting point," Katie said.

   "The location where the image was first discovered," Hotch said.

   "A chatroom— hosted by an independent web company in Cleveland, Ohio," Katie said.

   "Fun fact, when I was fifteen, I slept with a senior in highschool on a mission in Cleveland," Kit said to Derek. He furrowed his eyebrows and gave her a look, smiling slightly.

   "And this time, I'm brining you all in with me," Katie said.

theologian dietrich bonhoeffer said. . . " the test of the morality of a society is what it does for its children. "

   Kit and Spencer were walking, Spencer trying to get Kit to smile every so often. They walked past the elevator and Spencer stopped, Kit doing the same.

   "Well, if it isn't Dr. Reid," Elle said. Kit stepped back awkwardly, biting her lip as she glanced around.

   "Elle. Wow," Spencer said, walking towards her. Kit stayed put.

   Not needed, not wanted. Everything's the same.

   "Nice haircut," Elle said.

   "Thanks," Spencer said, touching the back of his head, "uh, yeah... I like your haircut, too."

   God, he's so awkward...

   "Is that a boys' regular?" Elle asked.

   "Yeah, it is," Spencer replied, "Wa- do you not like it?"

   "It's totally you," Elle chuckled.

   "So, you're, uh... Okay?" Spencer asked. Kit raised her eyebrows.

   Kit and Aleksander had been in court a few months prior to this case. Really, the only people they got to know were Spencer, Jason, and Derek.

   Hotch opened the door and walked out of the bullpen.

   "I didn't think you were back till next week," Hotch said. Kit rook a deep breath and sighed.

   "Oh, um, I got a text message, so..." Elle said trailing off. Kit sighed before walking away to find Derek.

   "Hey, mama," Derek said, Kit turning around and looking at him.

   "Hey," she said softly.

   "You all right?" Derek asked.

   Kit nodded. "Uh— your coworker, Elle, is back... Figured I'd give Spencer and Hotchner some time with her," she said.

   "You're allowed to call him Hotch, Kit Kat," Derek said, laughing a bit.

   Kit sighed and nodded. "Right," she said softly.

   Derek sighed. "What's it gonna take to get you to smile?"

   "Maybe some coffee after this case," Kit smirked.

   "I'm counting that as a smile," Derek laughed.

   Kit rolled her eyes, shrugging. "Whatever floats your boat, горячая штучка," she said. (Hot stuff.)

   Derek raised his eyebrows as Kit began to walk away. "Wait, wait, tell me what that means," he said.

   "Ask Spencer."

   "The image was uploaded to one of our C.AC. undercovers fishing in a chatroom," Katie said, "we try to monitor as many of them as we can, pretending to be children, pedophiles, whatever works on that site."

   "Did you run forensic linguistics on the chat log? There might be something to Hugz' speech pattern," Aleksander asked. Kit looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "what? I know things."

   "It doesn't really work that way with internet talk." There was turbulence, Kit guessed, which caused Katie to gasp and stumble slightly.

   "Fear of flying?" Jason asked. "Lengthy, deep-rooted issues of control?"

   "I— think better on my feet," Katie replied.

   "Imagine thinking at all," Kit mumbled. Derek looked at her and smiled.

   "Come on, girly, use that brain of yours. I know you're smart, you're just stubborn and refuse to show it," he smirked.

   Kit scoffed. "I wish."

   "Most of the talk is abbreviated text- LOL, laughing out loud. IMHO, in my humble opinion. FTF—"

   "Face to face," Derek and Kit said.

   Derek gave her a curious look and she smirked. "How do you think I managed to get my targets to meet me?" She asked.

   Katie looked at the two and nodded. "Right. Uh, pedophiles can be divided into two categories..."

   There was more turbulence, obviously making Katie uneasy. Hotch stood up. "Situational and preferential. Situational offenders rarely seek out children, but they'll take advantage of a situation when presented with it, whereas preferential offenders actively target children by age group, hair color... They'll seek out jobs that give them as much access to children as possible."

   "They often trawl around residential neighborhoods, hijacking home wireless systems and communicating with children, often outside the very house the child is in," Katie said.

   "Or go to a coffee shop with wireless access to find, locate, and arrange a meeting with a child," Kit said.

   "And it's growing. It's growing as fast as the internet," Katie said, "they're getting smarter and smarter, and all the security in the world can't stop them from coming through our doors. Hell, the monsters are already in our homes."

   "If he's had this kid for a year, this makes him preferential," Kit noted, biting her lip.

   "Definitely," Katie said.

   "So then why is he selling him?" Derek asked. There was more turbulence and Kit grabbed Derek's hand.

   "Maybe, uh... Maybe he's losing interest," Katie said, "Peter's maybe getting too old, too tall. Preferential offenders are very specific about their preferences."

   "And if he can't sell him?" Derek asked. Kit inhaled sharply.

   "He isn't just going to let him go," Jason said. Kit closed her eyes and sighed.

   "Hotch?" JJ asked.

   "Yeah?" Hotch asked.

   "Yeah, I was thinking, shouldn't we release Peter's picture to the media?" JJ asked.

   "No, no, no," Katie said quickly, "if this unsub thinks that we're onto him, he may make a run for it and dispose of the boy."

   Kit made a disgusted face and Derek sighed, giving her hand a small squeeze.

   "Shouldn't we assume he does know?" Jason asked.

   "As I said, we intercepted the image as a part of an undercover operation. These predators have a fairly closed society," Katie said, "the way they run these sites gives them the expectation of anonymity."

   Jason nodded. "Right," he said.

   "Have Reid, Elle, and Wang check the live feed," Hotch said, "not just the boy, but everything around him- the room. See if we missed anything."

   "Okay."

   Kit took a deep breath and looked at Derek. "You all right, Kit Kat?"

   "I'm... Fine," she replied, biting her lip. Derek nodded.

   "Okay..."

   Kit and Derek walked into the building, Kit standing behind Derek slightly. "FBI. We have a warrant to search these premises. Stop what you're doing right now," Derek said, holding up the warrant.

   Everyone froze and looked at him. "Can somebody tell us who owns this place?" Kit asked.

   A man stood up and cleared his throat. "That'd be me," he said.

   "I want access to your chatroom databases," Katie said. The man looked at her nervously.

   The man scoffed as everyone was going through the databases. "This is so typical," he said, "you feds just can't help yourselves. You gotta pollute the truest form of free expression ever invented."

   Kit pulled her stun gun and pressed it against his neck. "You have two seconds to stop talking," she said. Derek snatched the stun gun quickly.

   "Agent Morgan, Agent Egorova, find a chatroom of your choice," Katie said, "your name is Susie you're 12 years old."

   "With pleasure," Kit said, her and Derek walking over to the computer.

   "What are you doing?" The man asked.

   "Fishing," Kit and Katie replied as her and Derek watched the screen, Derek typing on the keyboard.

   "You know, I've got rights, and so do my clients," the man said.

   "And by clients, you mean pedophiles?" Kit asked, raising her eyebrows.

   Derek and Kit found a chatroom.

   Hi everyone. My name is SUZY. I'm 12yo. Would anyone like to talk with me:):);) Derek typed quickly.

   Kit sighed. Why did kids actually put that on the internet?

   The computer began dinging and Kit sighed, biting her lip. "That's the sound of pedophiles looking to hook up with a 12 year old girl named Suzy. You let them run everything through SSL connections from proxy servers in offshore countries," Katie said.

   "So they can't be identified?" Derek asked. Katie shook her head.

   "Not in 12 and a half hours," she said.

   "Hey, I'm just a middleman here, okay?" The man asked, "what can I do?"

   "There's a little boy for sale on one of your sites. "What can I do" just isn't good enough," Jason said.

   JJ had told them there was another kid being held. Everyone got out of the SUV quickly and ran up to the house, Derek kicking in the door. Everyone ran in.

   "FBI!" Hotch yelled.

   They walked upstairs and made it to the room where there was heavy metal blasting. They ran into the room and walked around. "It's... Clear," Kit said softly, sighing.

   Jason turned the music off and said something to the kid, but Kit was too disoriented to know exactly what it was.

   "Safe?" The kid asked, getting up.

   Kit had done that before. Pretended to be tied up and in an inescapable situation. To look vulnerable to her target, only to kill him.

   The kid walked over to his bed and put on a shirt. "What's your name?" Kit asked.

   "Kevin."

   "The man who did this to you. Is he still here?" Hotch asked.

   "This is my house," Kevin said.

   "Graham Rose is the owner of this house," Katie said, "where is he?"

   Kevin dropped to his knees to use his computer. "Don't touch that," Kit and Aleksander said quickly.

   "Back up."

   "Where is he?"

   "He's gone," Kevin said.

   "What do you mean, gone?" Kit asked, saying it so quickly it sounded like one word.

   "He's just gone, okay?"

   "Graham Rose is your father?" Jason asked.

   "Yeah, sure. You can call him that," Kevin said, standing up, "I just call him a bastard." Kit pursed her lips and looked down.

   "I called my dad names too, kid, you're not alone," she said.

   "The father's been in jail for the last eight months. In that time, Kevin's been selling the only thing he's got, which is himself," Hotch said.

   "Just like a street hustler," Derek said.

   "Is that comparing sex workers and drug dealers to a kid?" Kit asked, "if that's the case, don't ever compare me to him again."

   "Only now the street is the internet," Katie said.

   "And his client base spans the globe," Jason said.

   "Well, this kid definitely uploaded Peter's video to the chatroom, 'cause it's still on his computer," Derek said.

   "Yeah, but not the live feed," Aleksander pointed out.

   "He say how he got ahold of the video?" Kit asked.

   "He said it came from one of his clients," Hotch said, "it was a shared file. They'd gone around these chat groups."

   "It's possible. Buyers and sellers routine. They trade files because the act in itself is an illegal act, which proves they're not the police," Katie said.

   "Let's go see what else we can find out."

   "Kid, the boy whose video you've been sending around to all those chatrooms, he's gonna be sold from one pedophile to another," Derek said.

   "Boo-hoo," Kevin said.

   "Just because you're a minor doesn't mean I won't hit you right here and now," Kit said warningly.

   "These are dummy logs. What's the password to get me into the real transcripts of your sessions?" Katie asked.

   "You're the FBI. You figure it out," Kevin said. Kit narrowed her eyes at him and started to walk towards the young boy, Aleksander pulling her back immediately, "yeah, that's right. Keep your lap dog under control."

   "I know you don't think so, Kevin, but we are trying to help you here," Hotch said.

   "Help me? What I do is consensual. No one's getting hurt," Kevin said.

    "Come on, Kevin, what's the password? Your birthday?" Katie asked, "your... Favorite band."

   "Kevin, this is prostitution," Derek said.

   "But I'm a minor. I don't even really know what I'm doing," Kevin said, "plus I never leave this room, so no one, no one ever touches me."

   "Anymore," Jason said, "your father's been beating you since you can remember. First it was he was drunk on the weekend, then he was always drunk. You never knew why he was hurting you... Why he was so angry. At night, you'd cry yourself to sleep, hoping someone would come and save you. No one ever came."

   "You have the chance to be the one who saves someone, Kevin," Hotch said, "you can be the one who answers him, the one who stops his pain. You can't get to your father, but you can get to the guy who's hurting this boy."

Kevin looked at Katie. "Move," he said. Katie got up and Kevin sat down in front of his computer, "this backs up all my transcripts. The screen name of the guy who sent me the file is mehtevas."

"How long as mehtevas been a client of yours?" Kit asked.

"Like, six months," Kevin said.

"Where is he located?" Katie asked.

"He's a local. He's always asking to meet with me, but I don't do that," Kevin said.

"Does he know where you are?" Aleksander asked.

"Just the city," Kevin said.

"How do you contact him?" Katie asked.

"He contacts me," Kevin said.

"Come on, Kevin. You don't just sit around here waiting for these guys to look you up. That's no way to run a business," Derek said.

"Right now, you're the only person who can help us find Peter," Katie said.

"What do you want me to do?" Kevin asked.

"Ask him for a face to face," Kit said.

"No. No way, I don't do that. I've never been out of this room," Kevin said.

"It'll be fine. He won't lay a finger on you," Kit promised.

"We'll be right there, Kevin, the whole time," Hotch said, "I promise you."

"Won't he be suspicious if I suddenly want to meet with him?" Kevin asked.

"He's a need driven offender, Kevin," Katie said.

"What does that mean?" Kevin asked.

"If you offer to meet with him, he won't be able to resist," Jason said.

Aleksander sighed. "He can't help himself."

The second Kevin walked away, Derek and Kit immediately got out of the SUV. "FBI. Turn around," Derek said.

"I didn't do anything!"

"Derek, take it easy," Kit said, "I hate pedophiles as much as you do, but-"

"We need his cooperation," Katie said, "we just need to ask him a few questions

"Here's a question," Hotch said, "what's the principal of a school doing hooking up with a 14 year old boy?"

Hotch tossed Jason his ID. "Let's go. Put 'em on here."

"I wish you would inform me what exactly I'm being charged with," Rawlings said.

"Anything we could possibly stick to you," Derek said, glancing at Kit.

"I haven't done anything," Rawlings said, pulling his arm away.

"You're an educated man, Mr. Rawlings. You know you're in trouble here," Katie said.

"I believe I just walked outside of my school. Is that a crime now?" Rawlings asked.

"It is when we know you've watched a 14 year old shirtless boy tied to a chair online and got turned on by it," Kit said, putting pressure on the pressure point behind his ear.

"Ah!" Rawling yelled. Derek pulled Kit's arm away, keeping a hand on her wrist.

"You know where he is?" Katie asked, handing Rawlings a picture of Peter.

He sighed. "How could anyone hurt something so..."

"Pure? Innocent? Purity and innocence are the two very things being ripped away from him," Kit said, "that takes a toll on your mental health, even as you grow older. It doesn't just affect you as a kid."

"You sent that image to Kevin," Aleksander said.

"Well, that was wrong of me, I know, but I was so shocked. I wanted to try to save this poor boy. I thought Hugz- Kevin- might know him," Rawlings said, "that's why I sent him the link to the website, see if he knew."

"Please. You were trying to save him?" Derek asked, walking closer to Rawlings. Rawlings backed away.

"Help search his office," Jason said.

Kit gave him a look. "I got this," he said. Kit and Derek walked away.

"What a load of bullshit that is," Kit scoffed, scratching the back if her neck slightly.

"You know, you never told me about the brand on your neck," Derek said.

"What's there to tell? Show's my rank in the Academy. The higher the number the better. It went up to 560 in each age group," Kit said.

"You're is 550," Derek said quietly.

"One of the top ten," Kit said. Derek nodded.

"What about the tattoos?" Derek asked.

"Another time, Derek," Kit said as she looked away, cracking the slightest of smiles.

"Tell us we got something we can nail this son of a bitch on," Derek said.

"Not unless we can break the password on this guy's computer," Spencer said.

"Call Garcia," Kit said. Elle gave her a look.

"Take too long," Elle said.

"Come on, genius. Do something genius-like," Derek said, looking at Spencer.

"If this guy does has child pornography on his computer and we type in the wrong password, it could trigger a virus that wipes out the enitre hard drive," Spencer said.

Elle stood up and looked out the window. "What's he saying out there?"

"He's a preferential pedophile who claims he's trying to save them," Derek said.

"Save them. Save-" Spencer cut himself off and got up, grabbing a piece of paper and a marker. He wrote "Save them" on the paper before flipping it over.

"Mehtevas."

Jason, Katie, Aleksander, and Rawlings walked into the room. Derek picked up a chair and walked closer to the four before putting it down. "Mr. Rawlings. Have a seat," he said.

Elle slid his laptop in front of him. "Your laptop."

Derek's phone rang. "Yeah, it's Morgan. Okay, hold on, Garcia. Hold on." He walked out.

"It's, uh, research. I'm writing a book," Rawlings lied.

Kit and Aleksander rolled their eyes dramatically. "Sit down."

"I swear to you this is all just research!" Rawlings said.

"It's not research. It's 100 years in a federal penitentiary," Katie said.

Rawlings closed his eyes for a moment before looking at Jason. "I'd like to make a deal," he said.

"No deals. All you have is a very, very small amount of good will," Jason said.

"Tell me about Peter," Katie said.

"I was contacted by the man who was holding him. I didn't search for this boy. I didn't go looking for this," Rawlings said.

"Stop trying to cover your ass and give us a name," Kit said.

"Well, I only know the screen name," Rawlings said. Kit rolled her eyes, "it's manchild."

"Did you bid on Peter?" Jason asked.

"How much?" Katie asked.

"8,000 dollars. But it was only in order to save him," Rawlings said.

"You the high bidder?" Kit asked.

"I-I think so, yes," Rawlings said, "I was, anyway. I was supposed to go back online and contact him on his website and get the address."

"So you can inspect the merchandise?" Elle asked.

"Look, this child is being auctioned off, and I am trying to save him," Rawlings said.

"Trying to save him," Katie said, "he'd have given you a code. What is it?"

"Come on. I have a family. I have children of my own. I love children. I would never harm them," Rawlings said.

Kit felt tears flood her eyes.

"He loves you, Kitty," the Director said, "he'd never hurt you."

Part of Kit's training as a spy was to sleep with older, more mature men for missions that might involve it. They were all over the age, and Kit was only fourteen. He said they wouldn't hurt her, that they loved her.

It was a lie. All they did was hurt her. She cried herself to sleep every night. Because of them.

"Bullshit," Kit whispered, "I speak from experience when I say that's just a tactic to get children to trust you, you creep." She let a tear slip, her eyes red.

"In your pursuit to save them, you think you could've avoided having sex with them?" Katie asked.

"Mr. Rawlings. The code," Jason said.

Rawlings took off his glasses and placed a hand over his eyes, sighing as he rubbed his face a little. "Butterfly," he said.

Katie walked over and grabbed the computer, typing something in quickly.

"What happened?" Jason asked. Kit looked at the screen, the chat no longer up. Instead, it was a screen that said "error" on it.

"I don't know. He broke contact," Katie said.

"We got reporters outside of the school. This thing is all over the news," Derek said. Kit sighed and looked at him. Derek's face immediately became worried once he saw the tear stains and red eyes.

"Oh my God, that's why the site went down. He knows," Katie said.

"She's sure about this, right?" Elle asked.

"If Garcia says that tadpole shirt came from a unit in Mount Pleasant, then I gotta believe her," Derek said.

"She better be. Mount Pleasant is 60 miles away and there's only two hours left on the auction clock," Spencer said.

"I don't think anyone has anything stronger than Tylenol here, correct?" Kit asked, "that crying gave me a killer headache."

"Maybe. If the unsub knows we're onto him, he may move that clock up," Elle said.

"Recognize him?" Derek asked the man.

"Can't say that I do," the man replied. Kit sighed softly.

"But you're certain that the shirt came from this unit of the tadpoles, right?" Kit asked nervously. She couldn't let this kid go through what she went through. Not happening.

"It disbanded six months ago," the man told her, "before I took over the congregation."

"Why?" Derek asked.

"I was told there wasn't enough interest," the man said, "only a few boys participated."

"Do you have the records of those who did participate?" Spencer asked.

"How could anyone do this to a child?" The man asked as he looked at the picture.

Elle cleared her throat as she sat down. "We need to find this boy," she said, "the records."

"I'm sorry. I don't think so," the man said, "wait. There may be a photo of the tadpoles."

"This may be what you're looking for," the man said as he walked back into the room. He handed Derek the picture.

"Yeah. That's him, right there," Derek said, pointing him out to Kit, "is there a name? Address? Anything?"

"As I said, there are no records left. The church was run pretty sloppily until I took over," the man said.

"Let me see that," Kit said. Derek handed it to her and she took the backing off of it, revealing the three names on the back, "Charlie. His names Charlie."

Everyone got out of the SUVs and met each other in the road. "The name the school has is Charlie Sparks," Aleksander said.

"No Sparks in any of the phone directories," Jason said.

"Garcia can't even find a Sparks within 100 miles for the last ten years," Derek said.

"Probably not his real name anyway," Katie said.

"The school said he may have moved away," Hotch said.

"Then we start over again."

"We don't have a lot of time left," Elle said.

"Guys, maybe we're looking at this the wrong way," Spencer said.

"What?" Aleksander asked.

"The behavior, it's odd, right? The unsub apparently listed this kid in school and the tadpoles until about a year ago. At that point, he had pictures of him online in a regular looking room. But now he's in a prison like room with no windows, no doors, completely hidden."

"Preferential pedophiles don't change overnight," Katie said.

"So what happened a year ago to make his behavior change so much?" Hotch asked.

"Fear," Kit and Jason said.

"Katie almost caught him," Jason said, "you probably talked to him. The unsub's in your records."

Derek's watch beeped and Kit gasped. "No," she whispered.

"Guys, we just ran out of time."

In a fit of rage, Kit punched the back window causing everyone to panic. "Hey, hey, hey," Derek said, grabbing her wrists, "calm down."

Kit closed her eyes as Derek sighed and looked at her bleeding knuckles. "I never really had a good suspect. I only did some general interviews with child offenders on the east coast," Katie said as she began to call someone.

"One of them was the right guy," Hotch said.

"You okay?" Derek asked quietly. Kit hesitated before nodding.

"Fine," she said softly.

"You're gonna need to clean that up," Derek said.

"Later."

"Amanda, hey. Uh, I need you to pull all of the original files on Peter's case. Uh, somewhere in my office. Try my desk. I need the names of everyone I interviewed."

"Have her call Penelope Garcia at the BAU," Derek told Katie, "she'll be able to tell us if we can cross any off."

"You got it? Thanks." She hung up.

"All right guys, listen up, we might have something," Derek said, "twelve men were interviewed. Eight are back in prison, one is dead. One lives in California and two have the last known addresses within ten minutes of us- a Patrick Forest and a Micheal Earlson."

"Patrick Forest isn't smart enough to put this all together," Katie said.

"What about Earlson?" Kit asked.

"Definitely."

The SUVs got there right as Earlson was about to leave. He was surrounded and everyone got out of the SUVs, guns pulled as he tried to run. Derek grabbed him and threw him against the car.

"Where are you going?!" Derek asked, "who's up now, punk?! Don't move!"

Derek cuffed him and put him in the back of the car. Kit sighed as she messed with her knife. "You okay?"

"You've asked me that three times today," Kit pointed out, "you care. A lot."

"Of course I do," Derek said, "now answer the question."

"I'm fine," Kit said, "I bit shaken up... If we were just another minute late-"

"But we weren't," Derek said. Kit nodded and sighed.

"You're right," she said, biting her lip. She glanced at Derek and sighed. Derek wrapped an arm around her.

"You sure you're okay?"

Kit groaned. "Yes!"

"Okay, okay! Just checking."

"Peter's real name is Dustin Powers," Katie said, "he abducted him in Newark, New Jersey when he was one."

Kit scoffed and shook her head, crossing her arms.

"Sometimes it seems there's no punishment enough," Jason said.

"I can think of one. Electric chair," Kit said. Derek bit back a smile. Kit gave him a sly smirk.

"JJ traced his mother. She's on her way," Derek said, beginning to walk out. Kit followed quickly.

Kit sat on Derek's desk as he looked at the paperwork, messing with the pen in his hands. "I just can't thank you all enough," Dustin's mother said.

"Feels good, huh?" Derek asked. Kit looked at him and furrowed her eyebrows, "being able to help reunite a mother and her child."

"You don't even think about putting the pedophile away?" Kit asked.

"I try not to," Derek said, grabbing her hand, "it's easier just to think of the people we made happy." Kit thought for a moment before looking at Derek and nodding.

"It's the beauty of it all, isn't it?" She asked.

Derek smiled. "Now you're getting it."

Kit stood up with a smirk. "Let's go. We still have coffee to get."

Kit and Derek walked around Kit's current neighborhood where she lived with Noah and Aleksander. "It's really pretty at night around here. Especially on holidays," Kit said softly, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Not as pretty as you," Derek said. Kit bit back a smile, or tried to. She looked down with a large smile, causing Derek to smirk, "I did it."

"Great," Kit laughed, "now try and do it next time without flirting with me."

Derek smiled. "Challenge accepted, Egorova."

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RUSSIAN ROULETTE: CHAPTER ONE

kick-off chapter here

original episode.

   "Last night, a team of two criminals was identified," Hotch said, "we originally profiled him as a couple, but we've recently learned that they're twins. Kitanna and Aleksander Egorova, originally Andreyev."

   "They were caught on tape leaving a bar last night, and then a dead body was found in there only minutes after they left," JJ said.

   "They work so well together everyone assumes that they're a couple," Cora said.

   "Typically, siblings tend to argue over everything, especially if they've committed a crime like murder," Spencer spoke up, "but they don't. So everyone assumes that they're either friends or a couple, but didn't think of them as twins."

   "What do we know about them already?" Maribelle asked.

   "Uh— they were born in far eastern Russia, and into a very wealthy community in Nakhodka," Hotch said, "a fire on their birthday, February 14th when they were about seven, burned their entire family mansion and killed all of their family."

   "They had eight other siblings, plus their parents, so in all, that was twelve people living there," JJ said, "they were almost never seen or heard from again after the fire."

   "Except, they've been doing this since they were young," Elle said, "the original profile says that they've been doing work like this since a young age."

   Hotch sighed. "That's where this case get's extremely morbid. They've been working for the Russian government as assassins and spies," he said, "they've been training since seven and going on missions since fourteen."

   "They're wanted for murder, arson, kidnapping, torture, and espionage in almost every country that's not affiliated with Russia and controlled under it's government," JJ said.

   "These kids have been used as weapons all most their entire life," Derek said.

   "But they're adults now—" Cora started.

   "They can't be more than what, 25? 26?" Derek asked.

   "Then why not leave?" Cora asked.

   "Their government still has leverage about something over them," Jason said, shaking his head, "they won't leave because they can't."

" do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment. " — gautama buddha

   Maribelle sighed as she looked at the list of aliases Kit and Aleksander had used overtime. Samantha Windsley.

   Maribelle looked up immediately. "That bitch," she whispered.

   "What?" Cora asked, turning to her.

   "When I first joined... Kit and Aleksander came to me for help," Maribelle sighed, "they said Kit had poisoned Russia's leader and that they needed to get away. I gave them the aliases Samantha Windsley and Connor Lucas. Those are aliases I gave to them so the Russian government didn't track them down."

   "You helped two of the most wanted criminals in the world and didn't tell anyone?" Derek asked.

   "Y-yeah," Maribelle said softly, looking down, "it was wrong, but—"

   "But nothing!" Derek yelled.

   "That's enough," Jason interrupted quickly.

   "She shouldn't be working this case. There's a personal connection," Hotch said.

   "Actually, it'd be beneficial if she were working this case," Cora spoke up.

   Maribelle nodded. "I met the twins in my early CIA days. I know them and they know me. It'll help," she said.

   Hotch glanced at Jason, who nodded. "All right. We'll see how it goes."

   To put it simply, Kitanna Egorova was quite pissed off. Not only at her brother Aleksander, but at her boss and friend, Liv, as well.

   A last minute mission. Were they crazy? If something went wrong, Kit and Aleksander were screwed. They weren't prepared. They hadn't trained at all before the mission had happened.

   "Got anything, Liv?" Aleksander asked.

   Olivia Latimoff was quite possibly the best tech genius you'd ever meet. Her skills, so far, remained unmatched by anyone Kit and Aleksander ever met. "Not yet," Liv replied, biting at her lip gently, "wait. Wait, wait, wait... Oh, never mind, they're only passing by."

   "Who?" Kit asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

   "The cops," Liv replied, "fuck, wait. Guys they're not just passing! It's the cops! They're searching the place!"

   Kit panicked and glanced at Aleksander. They heard the warehouse doors open, causing them both to pull their guns. "Higher ground," Kit said quietly, "they won't see it coming." Aleksander nodded and lifted up his sister, Kit pulling herself up quickly and quietly. Aleksander lifted himself up, aiming his gun at one of the two officers that entered the building.

   He fired, the bullet hitting his head. Almost right between the eyes, leaning towards the right. "Bet I could do better," Kit whispered, aiming her gun at the other officer's head. She fired, the bullet hitting him right between the eyes, "bullseye."

   "Bitch," Aleksander scoffed, climbing down.

   Kit smirked. "We got any thing to burn the Five-O?" She asked. Aleksander pulled a box of matches, "might not be enough, Alek."

   "We can try, Kitty," Aleksander said. Kit rolled her eyes as Aleksander lit two matches, throwing them on the officer's bodies.

   "Let's get out of here, we still have that strip club to hit," Kit said, walking out of the warehouse.

   Aleksander followed quickly. "Yes, ma'am."

   Maribelle sighed as she looked at the board. She bit her lip. "Guys," Derek said as he walked into the room, "two police officers were just found dead and burning at a warehouse."

   "The warehouse was a hiding place to extremely important government documents," Cora said, "we checked security cameras, they said they needed to hit a strip club. There's four in the immediate area, so Spencer and Derek will go to one, Mari and me to another, Jason and Elle to one, and then Hotch by himself."

   Everyone nodded. "We'll leave when the club opens. No drinking, keep badges and guns hidden," Hotch said, "I'll allow smoking if it helps you fit in. Just no drugs."

   Derek glanced around the club. "I don't see her," Spencer said quietly.

   "She probably fits right in," Derek replied, "or she's giving someone a lap dance in private." Spencer gave him a look, "you do know what a lap dance is, right?"

   "Yes, I know what a lap dance is, Morgan," Spencer scoffed.

   "Doubt that," Derek said quietly, causing Spencer to shoot him an offended look.

   "Wait, look," Spencer said, hitting Derek's arm gently before nodding towards a group of people.

   Kit was sat on a man's lap, Aleksander sitting across from her. Everyone in the group was drinking, smoking, or using some sort of drug.

   "You stay and order a drink, pretty boy, I don't need you choking on cigarette smoke," Derek said, starting to walk over. Spencer opened his mouth to say something before sighing.

   Once Derek had walked over, Kit looked up at him with a small smile. The man who's lap Kit was sitting on glanced at Derek before looking back at Kit. His phone went off. "I gotta go, doll, excuse me," he said. Kit stood up and backed up a bit, the man leaving.

   Kit looked at Derek and bit her lip. Derek walked over and sat down, Kit sitting on his lap with a small smirk. Derek took a deep breath, placing a hand on Kit's waist gently.

   Kit glanced at Aleksander, who shook his head. Kit raised her eyebrows before putting her cigarette out, turning to connect her lips to Derek's. Aleksander sighed and rolled his eyes, taking a hit of the blunt that was being passed around.

   Derek deepened the kiss slightly, his grip on Kit's waist getting tighter. Kit smirked slightly as Aleksander's phone went off. He handed the blunt to some random chick next to him, standing up and starting to walk away. Kit pulled away from the kiss with Derek and got off his lap, following Aleksander quickly.

   Aleksander and Kit turned the corner, Aleksander immediately stopping and looking at Kit. "You really can't help yourself, can you?" He asked.

   Kit smirked, tilting her head slightly. "You've been getting high the entire night. I've been making out with random men and women. Call it even," she said. Aleksander pushed her against the wall, the back of her head hitting it, "ah! Ow!"

   "Have a little self control next time," Aleksander said, before walking away.

   "The weeds really getting to you now, huh?" Kit asked.

   "Shut it." The two walked outside, spotting a ladder that leaded to the roof of the building.

   The club had an upstairs 'VIP' section, so there was a staircase leading to the roof. The man who they were to kill stood up there patiently.

   "You're the two best people Vladimir sent?" He asked. Irish. Noted, Kit thought.

   "Is your reaction because I'm a girl or because we look like children?" Kit asked. Aleksander hit her arm gently, "what?!"

   "We'll go with both," the Irish man replied. Kit rolled her eyes.

   "Look, I just want to know if you got the weapons," Kit said, taking a step closer

   "I do. But I won't deal with the girl here."

   Any second now... Kit thought to herself, biting her lip. She glanced at Aleksander and he nodded. "Fine then," she said, pulling her gun. She shot the Irish man in the head twice.

   "FBI, drop your weapon," Derek said. Spencer and Derek were now on the roof, Spencer having his gun aimed at Kit and Derek's at Aleksander. The two froze and Kit dropped her gun.

   Spencer walked over, his gun still raised. Once he was close enough, Kit pulled a stun gun and stun gunned Spencer in the neck. He was down for a minute. Kit grabbed his gun and pointed it at him, Aleksander pointing his at Derek.

   "Let us go and maybe I won't shoot the pretty agent," Kit said with a small smirk.

   "In your dreams, Egorova," Derek replied. Kit sighed.

   "You know, the more I look at his pretty face, the more I'm gonna regret it if I kill him," Kit hummed.

   "Then don't," Derek said. Kit bit her lip.

   "I have to," she said softly. Derek shook his head.

   "You don't," he said, "I promise you, you do not have to kill him. Drop the gun and come with us." Kit sighed and tossed the gun, putting her hands up as Aleksander did the same. Derek walked over slowly, grabbing a pair of handcuffs. He began to cuff hit and she immediately spun around, kneeing him in the groin.

   Aleksander ran over, wrapping his arm around Derek's neck. "We're 27 and already overpowering FBI agents," Kit smirked as Derek began to lose consciousness, "I'd say that's a pretty good win."

   "Wait, wait, wait," Maribelle said, "you played lip guitar with Kit and then she stun gunned Spencer in the neck, then her brother choked you out?"

   "Weak," Cora snorted.

   "Oh, and what did you two do at the club?" Derek asked.

   Cora and Maribelle glanced at each other with small smirks. "One got laid, one got high, we'll let you figure it out yourself," Maribelle said.

   Derek's mouth went agape. "Cora said she wanted to stay a virgin until she got married—" Spencer started.

   Elle snorted. "Ha. That's funny. Cora? A virgin? Nope," she smirked.

   "Place your bets now. Cora got laid and Maribelle got high," Derek laughed.

   "Guys," Hotch said, turning on a TV that was in the conference room. On the news was a raging fire at a government building, with pictures of Kit and Aleksander on the side.

   "Who leaked the profile?!" JJ asked.

   "Who knows," Maribelle scoffed, "plenty of cops that want them caught."

   "But we specifically said not to release the profile to anyone. That it was premature," Cora said.

   "Cops talk. Pissed off cops talk loud," Maribelle and Derek said.

   Jason walked into the room. "There's talk of them at a warehouse. A hideout," he said.

   Everyone looked at him and nodded. "Let's get going," Hotch said.

   "So now what? We wait?" Kit asked, raising her eyebrows.

   "Yup," Aleksander replied, turning to face Kit, "spar with me."

   "Absolutely not," Kit said, "those agents could enter at any moment. If we spar, they will catch us."

   "Fine," Aleksander scoffed, crossing his arms, "spread out."

   "What? Why?" Kit asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

   "They're used to us being together. Besides, more firing from different locations," Aleksander said. Kit nodded and sighed.

   The twins heard the door open as they began to walk away. They both pulled their guns and turned around, pointing them at the FBI agents that had ran in.

   "Kitanna and Aleksander Egorova, drop your weapons and put your hands on your head," Derek said.

   "Well hey there, hot stuff, nice to see you again," Kit smirked, "and of course pretty boy."

   "Drop your weapons," Derek said. Kit glanced at Aleksander and nodded, placing her gun on the ground. Derek walked over, grabbing a pair of handcuffs and cuffing Kit quickly, Hotch doing the same to Aleksander.

   Derek caught sight of the A. 550 on the back of her neck and froze.

   They branded the poor kids.

   Kit sat in the interrogation room, tapping her fingers on the table as she bounced her knee up and down. The door opened and Derek and Spencer walked into the room. Kit jumped and looked at them, biting her lip.

   "They branded you," Spencer said, placing the file down, "what else have they done to you?"

   "You want it in exact detail or just a vague explanation?" Kit asked, raising her eyebrows.

   "So I assume they've done a lot to you?"

   "Yeah," Kit nodded, "they did."

   Spencer nodded. "Agent Hotchner has talked with the US government about letting you and your brother stay under immunity," he said, "if you break immunity—"

   "I know, I know," Kit said, "I get thrown in prison... Or I get deported. One of the two."

   Spencer nodded. "Good to know you know your rights," he said.

   Kit almost let a smile slip. "I'm not stupid, Dr. Reid," she said, biting her lip again.

   "You know, you should stop biting your lip so much. There's a bit of blood," Spencer said as he and Derek got up.

   "What're you sitting there for?" Derek asked, "you and your brother are on the jet ride with us."

   Kit raised her eyebrows and got up slowly, walking with the two men. "Does it hurt?" Derek asked. Kit looked at him, confused, "the brand."

   Kit smirked slightly. "Only when I think about it."

" the love between friends could create life. " — betsy cornwell.

DAI SPEAKS welcome to chapter one y'all !!!

[derekswhore]

RUSSIAN ROULETTE.

IN WHICH. . . Kit Egorova and her brother manage to find themselves stuck with the FBI.

Elizabeth Olsen as Kitanna 'Kit' Egorova

Aaron Taylor Johnson as Aleksander Egorova

Thomas Brodie-Sangster as young Maxim 'Max' Latimoff

Matthew Gray Gubler as Spencer Reid

Hailee Steinfeld as Valerie Westbay

Evan Peters as Anatoly Egorova

Sophie Turner as Valentina Egorova

Grant Gustin as Noah Adrian

Lexi Rabe as Leah Adrian

Jennifer Lawrence as Olivia 'Liv' Latimoff

AJ Cook as Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau Thomas Gibson as Aaron 'Hotch' Hotchner Paget Brewster as Emily Prentiss Joe Magtegna as David Rossi Kirsten Vangsness as Penelope Garcia Shemar Moore as Derek Morgan Lola Glaudini as Elle Greenaway Cote de Pablo as Cora Farid Chloe Bennet as Maribelle Wang

WARNING THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN themes such as child abuse, substance abuse, sexual abuse, verbal abuse, character death, ablesim, animal abuse, anxiety, blood, gore, graphic injuries, body shaming, eating disorders, bullying, depression, kidnapping, loss of a loved one, horrible fucking parenting, misogyny, blatant violence (terrorism, gun violence...)

THIS BOOK ALSO TALKS ABOUT THE SENSITIVE SUBJECTS OF religion, racism, sexuality, gender.

DISCLAIMER: i do not own criminal minds! i do, however, own all my original characters