ONE ; CAUGHT.

She wanted to scream.

She knew in the back of her mind, she couldn't. Lawrence had taught her profusely that in instances such as this one, the best way to get away with it was to stay quiet.

She wanted to tell them everything.

She knew in the back of her mind, she couldn't. She knew somehow, someway, the others would find out. They always did. They always would.

Lawrence's voice rung in the back of her head consistently since she had been placed in the room. You tell them nothing. You know what you've been trained to do. If you do speak, you throw them off our trail. You tell them nothing about yourself, us, or the Horsemen team. You hear me?

She heard him every time she closed her eyes.

The team of six watched Quinn Carson from behind the two way mirror. Aaron Hotchner stood tall, watching for any tells to inform him about the girl in the chair. Because as for information on the Carson girl, they had nothing.

"How could she be involved with psychos like Joseph Lawrence?" Derek Morgan asked, staring at the girl in disbelief. "She looks harmless."

"That's the thing," Jennifer Jareau spoke up, blonde hair falling in front of her face as she shook her head. "We don't know. We have zero information on her other than her birth certificate and her name."

"Have Garcia get everything in her power about the Four Horsemen and anything else about Quinn Carson. If there's a fact out there, I want to know it," Hotch ordered, looking in Morgan's direction. Morgan replied with a nod, pulling his phone out of his pocket and leaving the room to call Penelope Garcia.

David Rossi put his finger to his chin and took his gaze away from the girl in the room. "I'm guessing she was kidnapped. That's the thing that makes the most sense to me. She's on her own, has no family to turn to. The three men take her, force her to be apart of the team."

"She could have gone willingly," Alex Blake reasoned. "They offer her a job, she takes it without knowing what she's getting herself into. It becomes a bit like Stockholm Syndrome, but instead of falling in love with her captor, she falls in love with her work."

"That is a possibility," Spencer Reid agreed, speaking up for the first time. "The Four Horsemen are all known to have separate abilities that interconnect with the team. Maybe they saw something in her and wanted her to work with them."

Hotch nodded. "We won't know until we get her to speak to us."

Spencer watched as she remained still in the chair, eyes staring straight ahead. Not once had she looked in the direction of the mirror, like many who had been in the room before her. This sparked one thing in his mind.

She had been trained for this situation.

Had the Horsemen known they were coming? Was this a set up? Did they give them Quinn to make them believe they were getting somewhere?

Spencer felt himself pale as he came to the realization of it all. Them arresting Quinn was planned.

Quinn didn't dare to look to the mirror. She knew she had people watching her every move, watching her for something to tell them about her. Nelson taught her better than that. She didn't tap her fingers against the table, she didn't look anywhere but in front of her. The silence was deafening and the anticipation of who was to walk through that door was killing her.

Quinn knew what was coming. They were going to send in a woman and a man agent; the woman was going to be kinder to her, try to break her out of her shell. She was going to tell her that if she told them things, everything would be okay. She would be lying. And Quinn would know immediately.

The man would be a bit rougher around the edges, try to get more information out of her shy mouth. He would tell her that being quiet wouldn't get her anywhere. He would tell her that she didn't have to end up like her counterparts. He would be lying. And Quinn would know immediately.

That was what she was trained for. Looking at people's emotions, their tells, spotting lies. The Horsemen called her the human lie detector, using her when interrogating their victims, when undercover and when observing people they had tabs on. She found trends in their expressions, listened for words that would tell her that the person in front of her was bluffing.

And Quinn Carson was very good at her job.

The door opened suddenly, a man and a woman entering. As suspected, Quinn thought, her eyes following the two as they sat down in the chairs across from her. She didn't flinch as the man put a file on the table before her. "Quinn, I'm SSA Derek Morgan and this is Agent Jareau, we'd like you to answer a few questions for us."

Quinn stayed quiet. Agent Jareau took this as an 'okay' to continue. "Why don't we have any information on you, Quinn?" The girl's eyes stayed in line with JJ's. Quinn saw confusion, curiosity and a bit of restlessness on the agent's face. She suspected Agent Jareau had been up for hours.

Once again, Quinn was silent.

Morgan stared at the girl in interest. "Talking isn't your style?" he asked her, eyebrows raising. Quinn's expression remained the same. "Staying quiet isn't going to get you anywhere but prison, Quinn. You know that, right?"

True, she thought, But speaking is going to result in something much worse.

Whether they liked to admit it or not, Quinn Carson had the upper hand. They needed her to speak and tell them something. The Horsemen were known for their ability to fall off the grid and they weren't going to get anywhere without the help of Quinn. And Quinn knew that.

She wanted to help the BAU, she truly did. But like for the past seven years, the fear of her teammates overtook her mind, keeping her quiet once more.

"If you don't want to answer that question, maybe you can tell me this," JJ began. "How did you become apart of the Horsemen?" Her voice was soft but it had authority laced in it.

Again, the girl refused to speak.

Aggravated, Morgan decide to try a new approach. "You don't want to speak, fine. But I want you to look at something." He opened the file he had placed down, showing Quinn pictures of the all too familiar women the Horsemen had abducted. "Kara Jackson, Lisa Newton, Melissa Smith and Wendy Porter. Any of these women look familiar to you?" The room became silent once more. "They should," he continued. "Your team kidnapped them all and killed them."

It took everything in Quinn not to look away from the crime scene photos. Do not show weakness, Nelson's voice chorused in her head. You show it and you're good as guilty.

"Why did you kill them, Quinn?" The girl's eyes flicked to Agent Jareau's. She wanted to tell her she hadn't killed them. She wanted to tell her she had no part in the murders, she was just a forced accomplice. The Horsemen had forced her to work with them. That she had helped heal the women when they weren't looking.

But she couldn't. They were watching. She knew they were. She knew Masters had hacked into the security cameras somehow. They would know if she broke, they would know if she told them anything. And as soon as she did, she'd be as good as dead. It had been drilled into her brain before they threw her to the Feds.

"If you don't want to speak, fine," Morgan said, putting his hands up. He suspected something was wrong. That for some reason she wasn't allowed to speak. "Maybe you'll want to write."

No, she thought. No, no, no, no. They'll think I'm up to something. They'll think I gave in and am telling them all the information in writing. I'm as good as dead.

Then everything came crashing down for Quinn. In the mania in her mind, she forgot to control her expression. She forgot to remain stoic, she forgot to not show that she cared.

Her eyes widened a fraction of an inch and Derek Morgan smirked.

Bingo, he thought.

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