TWO ; LIAR, LIAR.

Spencer Reid furrowed his eyebrows as he watched the girl widen her eyes a fraction of an amount. Morgan had obviously triggered something in her mind that made her change expressions.

Quinn was a mystery to him. He was used to knowing almost everything and the fact that he couldn't figure her out was unsettling. Spencer could tell that she had been through something traumatic, he could tell that the Horsemen trained her to show no emotion, and he could tell that she wasn't exactly like her counterparts. But he couldn't figure out how who she truly was. What was her 'ability' as a Horseman? How did she get involved with the group? What made her widen her eyes at the mention of writing something down?

Quinn Carson intrigued Spencer Reid and he was determined to figure her out.

He watched as Morgan turned back to her, one brow raised as he neared. "So no writing either?"

Spencer observed as Quinn stayed quiet, but something was different. She seemed less calm and more worried. She seemed almost fearful. "Is there a reason you can't talk to us? Or is it just that you won't?" JJ asked the girl.

Quinn remained silent. There was definitely something going on.

Spencer slipped his phone out of his pocket and sent a quick text message to Morgan. Normally, he hated texting, scratch that, anything to do with technology. But he couldn't burst into the room. Not only would that be unprofessional, it would hurt entire interrogation.

Derek felt his phone vibrate and pulled it out to see a text from Reid, telling him to ask her if her arrest had been planned. He glanced at the window, a silent agreement to Spencer. "Quinn, was your arrest planned?"

Her eyes met Morgan's but she did not speak a word. She couldn't. She didn't want to die today. "Quinn, did your team hurt you? Are you afraid of them?"

Unconsciously, Quinn clenched her jaw, giving JJ the confirmation she needed. Morgan seemed to catch on, sitting back down in the chair across from the girl. "I need you to answer a question for me," Morgan said. "Are we being watched by your team?" She wanted to scream yes. She wanted to tell them everything, but there was no way to tell them without the Horsemen knowing. Quinn still looked straight ahead. "Hey, hey, look at me, please." Quinn bit the inside of her cheek but made eye contact with Morgan. "Are we being watched by your team? Blink once for yes, twice for no."

Quinn's eyes widened in the same way they had earlier. Could this be the way she pulled this off? Would the Horsemen catch on?

Putting faith into the negative, she blinked at Derek once.

Morgan's face became serious, but Quinn could see a hint of pride in the fact that he got her to share with him. "Through the cameras?"

She blinked once.

"Are you wired?" he asked her. She blinked twice. "Are we being listened to as well?" Quinn's still expression fell for a split second, telling JJ that she was unsure of how to answer the question.

"Look to your left for maybe," JJ ordered. Quinn did as she was told and the two profilers exchanged a glance. Morgan grabbed his phone again and began typing a message to Garcia.

Shut down all cameras in the building ASAP. We're being hacked.

Spencer watched as the girl began to cooperate with his teammates. His suspicions were confirmed. She was fearful. She was terrified of the Horsemen. This meant that if she were doing the awful things the other members were, it was through fear. She didn't speak because they had threatened her so many times it was implanted in her brain that they would kill her if anything went wrong.

"Are you truly apart of the Horsemen?" JJ asked her. Quinn's expression faltered for a moment, telling the agent know that she was confused. "Did you join willingly?" she rephrased.

The girl blinked twice.

JJ sighed, glancing at Morgan. Quinn watched the man's face, seeing hints of pity, aggravation and worry in his expression. He felt bad for her. He was unsure of her. He was worried about the Horsemen's access to the camera.

He should be.

Morgan's phone vibrated, lighting up with a message from Garcia.

oh no no no. no one hacks me. i found the device they're using and extracted them but it's only going to be temporary, ten minutes max. whoever their tech guy is, he's really good.

"Garcia cut them from the feed," Morgan announced, glancing at both his partner and the criminal. "We only have ten minutes, so if you're going to help us out, we need to be quick."

Quinn looked at him cautiously, not opening her mouth yet. She couldn't. Her fear was overpowering, the dark thoughts swirling through her mind. Lawrence and Nelson had been relentless in their threats. Quinn knew they were capable of all they had warned her of.

JJ looked at Quinn and leaned forward in her chair. "Quinn, I know you're scared. But if you help us, you'll be helping yourself. You won't be punished."

"Don't lie to me." Her voice was raw, having been unused for an uncanny amount of time. "The government will find a way. I'm an accomplice."

Spencer felt a his lips twitch upwards as he heard Quinn Carson speak for the first time. Her voice was soft yet cold, years of broken innocence laced within it. His small smile soon turned into a frown as he listened to her words. She was right; although she hadn't hurt anyone herself, she was an accomplice to the murders her counterparts had committed.

JJ exchanged a glance with Morgan. "We aren't-"

"It's my ability," Quinn said, eyes not meeting those of the agents. They both seemed to lean toward Quinn at the prospect of new information about her or her team. "I know when someone's lying. The way they say something, how they word it, their body language, their emotions." The room was silent, Morgan and JJ each trying to find the correct way to approach the situation they were in. Quinn's voice was sweet and quiet, but the words she was speaking did not match her tone. "I know what my fate is. I know how I end up. If I tell you things, they'll only make it worse."

"Your team can't get you while you're in here." JJ's voice was smooth and soothing.

Quinn locked gazes with the woman, the fear in her eyes sending a chill down JJ's spine. "You don't understand what they're capable of."

"Then help us understand," Morgan said, voice just as relaxed as JJ's. Quinn almost smiled- their good cop/bad cop act had washed away. "Let us know what they're capable of. You've got-" He checked his watch. "-Seven minutes left."

Quinn was quiet once more. Reid squeezed his eyes shut, silently praying to whatever God that would listen to help the team out.

Spencer understood Quinn. He pitied her, even. Although he had never dealt with people as powerful as the Horsemen, he knew what it was like to be overwhelmed by fear. It was terrifying. You felt as though you were going insane, unable to process what threats were real or what was make believe. The doctor stared at the girl in the chair and put his hand to his mouth. He didn't want to push her, but she had to talk.

"You know them best, Quinn," JJ said. "You're going to be able to give us our best chance at catching them and putting them away forever."

"Nothing lasts forever," she hissed, quoting Lawrence. That was one of the things the man had melted into her mind. Nothing lasts forever. We will always find you. You're simply a pawn to us.

"Kid, I know it's scary," Morgan said, glancing at his watch. They were running out of time. "I know you're terrified. But by doing this, you can prove to us you're not apart of this. That you're not a member of their team."

Aaron Hotchner approached the window next to Spencer. "How far have they gotten?"

"She's speaking," Spencer said, not taking his eyes off of Quinn. "We found out that she can detect lies. That's her ability." Spencer turned to look at his boss. "She didn't join the group willingly. She's petrified of them, Hotch."

Hotch took this into consideration as he watched the interrogation continue. A human lie detector. Interesting. "Alright. We'll give them a couple more minutes, see how much they get out of her. We need her to trust us, we can't pressure her too much." Reid replied with a nod, ears perking up as Quinn opened her mouth.

The girl pushed her fear to the side for a moment. She knew they were right, she knew the FBI was going to try their best to get rid of the Horsemen. She had to trust them that far. "Lawrence is the head of the operation. He chooses the women, he directs how everyone on how it should be done. There is never a random target. The target always 'deserves it' in his opinion."

Morgan and JJ shared a look- this was vital information they were getting from this girl. If they were to succeed in catching them, they'd have her to thank. "What's his ability?" Morgan asked.

"His mind. As psychotic as he is, the man is brilliant," Quinn admitted, her hand beginning to shake under the table. "He profiles, like you do. He plans and plans until everything is perfect. He's a madman, but undeniably smart." She took a deep breath, recomposing her posture and calming herself down. "Nelson is aggressive. The victims, they uh, usually were taken to the basement and interrogated for what they knew about what the group wanted. He trained us all in combat, how to throw an interrogation off." She saw the two become slightly uncomfortable at her last statement. A sigh escaped her lips. "Trust me, if I were deceiving you right now, you wouldn't know."

Spencer let out a small huff of laughter. This was the first time Quinn had shown any signs of confidence about anything in the time they had kept her in the room. He watched as Morgan raised an eyebrow at her words. "What about Masters?" Morgan asked.

Quinn stiffened slightly. This did not go unnoticed by the team watching her. "Kyle's the computer genius," she answered. "He's the one who hacked into your cameras. He's attempting to hack into the data base now." She looked at JJ. "He's the best of the best. Be careful." Morgan reached into his pocket for his phone and texted Garcia the warning.

"She called him Kyle," Rossi observed, eyes narrowed as he thought. Hotch turned to him, cueing the man to elaborate. "She's referred to the other two by their last names.  Which means-"

"-There's an attachment between Kyle Masters and our lie detector," Blake finished. "He was probably the kinder of the group. Helped her the most, was the more caring one."

"Make sure Garcia knows what she's up against," Hotch ordered. "If Masters is as good as she says he is, we could be in trouble."

"Do you know where they are Quinn?" JJ asked.

The brunette shook her head. "Not exactly," she replied. "They're good at falling off the grid. It's hard to say exactly where they'll be." She sighed, searching her brain for ideas. "The secondary bases are in Pasadena, California and Springfield, Illinois." The agents expressions faltered slightly, wishing there was a better lead. Quinn continued. "Their main one was in Richmond, Virginia. That's where you found me. They're not going to be anywhere close to here and they're going to be hidden extremely well."

JJ gave her a small smile. "Thank you Quinn, you've helped us a lot."

She nodded, glancing at Morgan as he spoke up. "You've saved us kid, thank you."

The two agents moved their chairs back, got up and left the room, leaving Quinn alone with her thoughts once more.

This time however, the fear was excruciating.

What if they hadn't turned off the cameras? What if the Horsemen could hear everything she said? What was her fate to be? Would the FBI find them?

Quinn Carson was in the dark about the situation and that, over everything, petrified her.

Spencer glanced at Morgan and JJ as they returned from the room. "That poor kid," Morgan muttered. "She's damn terrified of them."

Hotch picked up his phone from the table to the side of him and clicked on Garcia's contact. "Sir, yes sir," she answered, the sound of keyboards clicking fading in with the background noise.

"Garcia, get into contact with the Pasadena, California and the Springfield, Illinois departments," he said, eyes locked on Quinn's once again stoic figure. "Get everything you can on possible Horsemen activity."

"I'm on it," she replied, ending the call.

"Aaron, she just told them everything she knew about the Horsemen. She knows them best, why are we questioning this?" Rossi asked.

Hotch met the eyes of his friend. "If Quinn Carson can tell when someone's lying," he said, looking around the room to everyone who was watching him. "That means she can lie. Undeniably well."

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