Elijah was stood in the bedroom, he'd been practicing his violin. He was doing anything to keep his mind occupied, not worrying about Emily.

"How's it coming?" Reid appeared in the doorway.

"It's all sort've coming back to me." Elijah hummed.

"Yeah?" Reid smiled.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Let's see your new song then." Reid walked in.

"It's not perfect yet." Elijah pointed.

"Please?" Reid smiled.

"Fine, but only because I can't say no to that face." Elijah sighed as he began to play.

Reid hummed and sat down, listening to Elijah. Elijah played what he knew before carefully setting down his instrument, turning to Reid.

"That was great." Reid smiled.

"You're just saying that." Elijah shook his head.

"I'm not."

"..I want to play at our wedding, y'know.. Something special for you." Elijah admitted.

Reid looked at him,"Hopefully the day will come."

Elijah smiled softly and took Reid's hand,"It will."

"I love you." Reid hummed.

"I love you too."

"Maybe we could do a duet."

"With you and your keyboard?" Elijah raised a brow.

"My magical keyboard."

"I'd love that." Elijah leaned against Reid.

"You know it can play different instruments?" He hummed.

"Can it, hun?" Elijah chuckled.

"I played one that sounded like a trumpet." Reid nodded.

Elijah kissed his cheek,"It's fun, isn't it?"

"I wish I could play the trumpet."

"Maybe you could try that after the keyboard." Elijah suggested.

"Maybe." Reid nodded.

Elijah hummed and kissed him again,"Music is just.. It's freeing, isn't it?"

"It helps a lot of people." Reid hummed, holding Elijah.

"It really does." Elijah smiled.

"We better go." Reid nodded.

Elijah sighed,"I suppose so."

Reid hummed and kissed his cheek,"Come on."

"I'm coming."

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"What if we got another pet?" Fleur asked Morgan.

"What did you have in mind?" Morgan turned to her.

"Not a cat because Marie would go mental."

"So?"

"Do you want to deal with Marie?"

Morgan chuckled,"Definitely not."

"What about a hamster?" Fleur raised a brow.

"A hamster?" He blinked.

"A hamster." She nodded.

"You want to get a hamster?" Morgan asked.

"Just a suggestion." Fleur shrugged.

"I mean, it could be a good idea." Morgan nodded,"We can think about it."

"We can name him Mr Hammy."

"Cute." Morgan hummed.

"Any names?"

"I don't think anything could compare to Mr Hammy." Morgan shook his head.

"Mr Hammy it is." Fleur pointed.

Morgan kissed her cheek,"I love you, y'know that?"

"I sure would hope so." Fleur chuckled.

"Well, I do."

"I hope one day I'll have a ring on this finger." She held up her left hand.

Morgan kissed her hand,"You will, I promise."

"Could you imagine Beau in a little dog suit?"

"I can." Morgan hummed,"Little bowtie?"

"Oh my god." Fleur smiled.

"I'm giving you ideas, aren't i?" Morgan tilted her head.

"So many ideas." She nodded.

"Well, I'm sure Garcia would love to hear those idess." He nudged her gently.

"She would. In fact, we better go so I can tell her." Fleur nodded.

"Try not to tell her them all at once, you might overwhelm her." Morgan chuckled.

"Oh- And Elijah!"

"Oh, the kid would eat it up."

"I need to tell him."

"We'd better get going then." Morgan nodded.

"I'm driving." Fleur raised her hand.

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The team was sat in the Conference Room as the images of two houses, burned down appeared on screen.

"Two D.C homes torched. Two families on the same night, last night." Garcia sighed.

"I'm suprised it still hasn't hit the news. It's already midday." Morgan looked up.

"Yeah, all anyone's talking about is this storm that may or may not hit. I managed to find an online article on the fires written by this guy Jeff Hastings but no one seems to be running with it." She shook her head.

"How strange. They usually thrive on tragedy." Rossi nodded.

"Yeah, and it gets weider." Garcia showed more pictures on screen.

"Ron and Lauren Cosenza and their ten year old son were found in the master bedroom of their home, each shot through their forehead. The gun belonged to the father." Hotch read out.

"Murder suicide?" Seaver raised a brow.

"It looks like Metro P.D's investigation is going that way, but it's the first forty-eight. They want our help." Morgan shrugged.

"Kerry and Frank Fagan, like the Cosenzas, were found dead in their master bedroom from a suspected gas leak." Reid looked at the file.

"It had to be massive to cause that." Fleur blinked, looking at the destruction,"How does the news miss a house explosion?"

"Any connection between the two families?" Elijah tilted his head.

"Just one. A continent." Garcia sighed,"Kerry Fagan was born in Germany. Ron Cosenza is from Italy."

"So, two of the five victims are from Europe. How does that help us?" Morgan asked.

"It doesn't. I'm just stating facts, and the facts happen to be-"

"Guys, I'm sorry I'm late." Emily quickly walked in.

"You okay?" Fleur looked up.

"Yeah. It's just one of those weeks, I guess." Emily shook her head,"I'm sorry, what did I miss? Arsonist?"

"One appears to be murder suicide, the other a freak accident." Morgan told her.

"So why are we looking into it?" Emily asked.

"House fires are rare. Add to that a few miles apart, within the same hour.. Kind of tips the scales of coincidence." Rossi sighed.

"Yeah, if somebody did this, they're highly motivated and organized." Reid nodded.

"And if he wants to strike again, he's got seventy-two hours before the storm shuts the city down." Hotch got up, leaving the room.

"Hey." Elijah looked up at Emily as everyone else started walking out.

"Hey." Emily grabbed her bag.

"What's his name?"

"I'm sorry?"

Fleur raised from her seat, looking over at the two.

"Ooh, answering a question with a question. How interesting." He hummed.

"Stop it."

"Stop what, probing?" Elijah raised a brow.

"Seriously." She nodded.

"I'm gonna make it my life's work to find out who this boy is-"

"Stop. Just stop." Emily shook her head,"We have enough to worry about already, don't we?" She walked off.

"..Eli." fleur sighed.

"I'm fine." Elijah nodded.

"She's just- She's scared. I don't know why." Fleur looked at him.

"I just want to help her."

"We both do." She nodded.

"And.. And we will." Elijah assured her,"We're going to figure this out."

"Of course we will." She hummed.

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Seaver was stood, looking at the images on the board while Reid and Elijah sat at the table, looking through the files.

"There is no history of any kind of psychological weirdness with either family." Garcia told them as she walked in, sitting down,"They were healthy, happy, fit."

"Until last night." Seaver sighed,"Any signs of financial stress?"

"No, they were healthy on that front, too." Garcia shook her head.

"What's with the.." Seaver trailed off, gesturing to Garcia's scarf and gloves.

"The heat is out in my lair. Not a single snowflake has fallen, and yet the weather remains the top news story." Garcia explained.

"Nothing about these cases?"

"No. They're bound to get hip to it. Once our presence is felt and we connect these cases, its gonna be a ballrook blitz." She sighed.

"Hm." Reid tilted his head.

"What is it?" Elijah turned to him.

"You know, considering the time these fires occurred, the habitual patterns of both families were in direct conflict with where the bodies were found." Reid informed them.

"The master bedroom." Seaver nodded.

"Yeah, normally Lauren Cosenza would be downstairs helping her son with his homework, and Ron wouldn't even be home from work yet." Reid added.

"What about the Fagans?" Elijah asked.

"Their routines were less established. They travelled a lot. But they were expected at a dinner party last night."

"If someone did this, what are the chances these victims are random?" Garcia looked around at them all.

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"Garcia hasn't found any connection between the victims." Fleur sighed.

"There has to be one." Emily shook her head.

"On paper they're perfect. Everything's clean. But what happened to them last night was anything but." Eossi nodded.

That's when Emily's phone buzzed. She looked down at it briefly and sighed before putting it away.

"You okay?" Fleur looked at Emily.

"People text like it's not as intrusive as a phone call." Emily shook her head.

"You know, you haven't had a vacation in a while. Weren't you talking about Italy?" Rossi hummed.

"My mother just extended her trip there. It wouldn't be much of a vacation."

"It's a big country." He shrugged.

"Not big enough." She sighed.

"Think about it." Fleur nudged her.

"I will." Emily smiled softly as the elevator doors opened.

"And pick a place where that thing won't work." Rossi pointed.

Emily chuckled,"Yeah."

The three of them walked out to the offices where everyone was. Emily walking up to Elijah and Reid.

"I'm sorry." She sat her briefcase down, causing Reid to jump slightly.

"I though you were in there." Reid turned, although he soon went back to looking though the file.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm.. I'm.. I'm sure these victims overlap somehow. Garcia pulled their phone numbers, but so far we can't find anything." Reid shook his head.

"You just jumped." Emily blinked.

Reid sighed,"..I've been having these really intense headaches lately."

"Have you seen a doctor?" She raised a brow.

"Yeah, a few. None of them have been able to figure it out."

"Oh- I'm sorry. Does anyone know?"

"Elijah.. And you." Reid nodded.

"I won't tell anyone."

"I know. They just worry. Not that you guys aren't going to worry, but they'll just make me feel like a baby, you know?" Reid chuckled softly.

"I do." She nodded.

"How are you?" Reid asked her.

"I'm good."

"You've been picking your fingernails again." Elijah commented, not looking up from the file.

Emily sighed, "Yeah."

"You only do that when you're stressed." He pointed out.

"It's just a bad habit." She assured him.

Reid looked down at the file, smiling as he an Elijah stood up,"Aha! You coming?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute." Emily nodded as the couple walked off.

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"The media blitz I promised never came. The original online article written by one Mr Jeff Hastings, pulled." Garcia told them as she walked into the Conference Room with Hotch,"So with your permission, sir, I would like to track him down and figure out what the hell is going on."

"What's the connection?" Hotch asked.

"It's a small one. Both families coach soccer on the Hill." She nodded.

"The Fagans didn't have children." Seaver mentioned.

"No, but Kerry Fagan coached her godson's team." Garcia pointed.

"The two victims from Europe were the football coaches." Morgan nodded.

"Makes sense, doesn't it?"

"I'm beginning to think that they'd crossed paths before." Fleur sighed.

"We ran the victim' phone numbers. They never contacted each other, but there is a common number between them." Reid told them as he and Elijah walked in.

"Give it." Garcia clapped.

"703-555-0118." Elijah read over Reid's shoulder.

"Byron Delaney. His wife Grace died last summer, children grown. What do you know? He's British."

"Garcia, send me the adress. I'll grab Prentiss." Morgan stood up.

"Sent." Garcia nodded.

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Hotch, Rossi and Fleur entered the home of Byron Delaney, looking around. He was dead.

"No GSWs, no signs of strangulation." Rossi looked down at him.

"His shoes untied." Fleur crouched down, taking of Delaney's sock and shoe, looking in-between his toes,"He's been injected between the toes."

"Made to look like a heart attack." Rossi nodded,"Armour tech windows, six-pin locks on the entrance door."

"Same as the Fagans and the Cosenzas." Hotch nodded.

"$20,000 in cash, passport. This guy was on the move." Rossi pointed,"Outgoing calls. 3218. That's Kerry Fagan. 10:30am. 10:31, Delaney calls the Cosenzas. The calls only last seconds. Didn't leave a message. Didn't try to warn them."

"Somebody warned him. If not on the phone then in person." Hotch crossed his arms.

"Whatever these victims have in common, or whatever they were a part of, it didn't happen on US soil." Rossi shook his head.

"Let's meet Prentiss and Morgan outside." Fleur sighed.

Hotch nodded as they left the house and got into the SUV. When they arrived at their location, they were stood over the body of a young man.

"Three of the six victims are from Europe." Emily looked over at Morgan.

"And the Mini Beryl says they're serious." Morgan nodded.

"You saw how they move. They've got to be ex-military." She shook her head.

"European hit squad cleaning house? It's happened before." Morgan shrugged.

"They could've taken us out. Easily. Why didn't they?" Emily sighed.

"FBI Agents gunned down in D.C would've definitely started a war. A war this kid wasn't prepared for. He's just a foot soilder. Whoever shot him is the leader."

"Someome must have warned Byron Delaney to get out." Rossi nodded.

"And whoever it is, is next on the list." Hotch sighed.

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Elijah was sat beside Reid, watching as he sketched out what he thought the gunman's tattoo would've looked like.

"Got anything Einstein?" Fleur skipped up.

"The damage is pretty extensive, but luckily some of the tattoo remains." He nodded.

"Seaver, get the victim's photo out to the press." Hotch instructed.

Seaver nodded as she sat down, picking up the phone.

"I think I've figured out who dug the hole." Garcia told them as walked in,"The journo told me to follow the money. Like straight up, that's what he told me, so I did. Turns us, the Gazette is owned by a multinational, global conglomerate. Oil, new technologies, shipping, air and ground transportation, all of which employ the services of one company. CWS."

"Clear Water Securities?" Hotch raised a brow.

"You know them?" Rossi turned.

"I've come across them. They're a private counter intelligence group out of Geneva."

"Ron Cosenza, Byron Delaney, Kerry Fagan, all worked for CWS." Garcia added.

"How long ago?" Emily sighed.

"Seven years."

"Seaver hang up." Hotch ordered, Seaver doing as she was told.

"Do we have a problem?" Rossi asked.

"No. CWS does." Hotch sighed.

"Got it." Reid leaned back in his chair, showing the sketch in his notepad.

It was a four leaf clover. Emily seemed to realise it, walking off. Although Fleur didn't let it pass, she quickly followed after her friend,

"Are you okay?" She asked as she walked into the bathroom.

"Oh- Yeah, I'm good." Emily hung up her phone.

"I don't want to profile you but-"

"Don't start." Emily cut her off.

Fleur stopped, looking at Emily.

"I'm sorry." Emily shook her head,"I.. I'm gonna be alright."

Fleur nodded slowly,"Okay. I'm just.. Really worried about you. The flu is going around. Oh, mon dieu- Are you pregs?"

Emily chuckled slightly,"No. No, I'm just- I'm not sleeping. I'm having this nightmare, it's a reoccurring nightmare."

"Mhm..?" Fleur nodded slowly.

"There's a hill and there's a little girl on tip of that hill. She's like six years old, dark hair. And she's just dancing in the sun. But somehow I know that she's waiting for me, so I start to walk up the hill.." Emily began,"But the hill gets steeper and steeper and by the time I get to the top, the little girl's gone. And I look everywhere for her, and when I can't find her, I start to panic. And I panic becuase I know what's out there waiting for her. I know what the world can do to a girl who only sees beauty in it. Like you."

Fleur smiled softly, taking hold of Emily's hand.

"Somehow you.. You always make me smile. And I don't think I've ever thank you for that." Emily gently squeezed her hand.

"Em, I-" Fleur began as Seaver walked in.

"Hotch needs you in the SCIF." Seaver told Emily.

"Okay. Emily nodded, giving Fleur a smile as she walked past.

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"Here's a million dollar question..Anyone know what language that is?" Garcia asked as she pulled up a photo.

"Those are villages in North Korea. Emily pointed.

"I love you. Of course she does." She sat down.

"There's a political prison near Haengyong-ni. Camp 22. Kwanliso. North Korea denied it exists."

"You think they took Doyle there?" Morgan raised a brow.

"That would explain why he's after them." Fleur nodded.

"Even his prison is off the grid." Garcia hummed.

"All we know is he never married, had multiple residences and was arrested at his Tuscan Villa." Elijah sighed.

"There's paperwork to back that up?" Emily asked.

"And a list of who was there that day." Seaver nodded,"There may be photographs, Reid's looking into that now."

"Right. So those people need to be warned that he's on a warpath." Emily nodded.

"They have been. But there's a whole different life he's led, one that isn't in any file." Seaver shook her head.

"Prentiss, did you hear from your European associates?' Hotch asked.

"I'm waiting for them to send me a document." She nodded.

"We need it now." He sighed.

Emily nodded, taking out her phone as she left the room.

"He's locked in this hellhole for seven years. How did he get out?" Rossi blinked.

"Does it really matter?" Elijah asked.

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Every Agent, Cop, Navy..Any specialist was in the BAU listening as Hotch began the profile.

"It's not often that we know a subjects name, and in this case, knowing lan Doyles identity doesn't give us very much. He's known to a select few, and those who know him well either work beside him or they're on his list." Hotch began.

"Two or three of his victims worked for CWS and were responsible for his transport to North Korea." Rossi contiued

"There were seven operatives on the mission altogether, and the remaining five have been warned. All the federal and international agents responsible for tracking him down are now on his list of targets."

"We'll find Doyle the way we find any other offender, by studying his behavior. We'll dissect his every move since he regained his freedom. When he escaped from North Korea, he killed a man and he used his vehicle to cross the border into Russia."

Hotch continued giving the profile as Fleur looked back at Emily who looked..Distant.

"You good?"

"I'm good." Emily nodded slowly.