Whose Bed have Your Boots Been Under

*Trigger warning*

Hotch was fuming as he paced in the waiting room lobby, JJ was sitting there, her eyes puffy from crying. Spencer saunters in and walks up to JJ she stands.

"She's in surgery. There's no word."

" This is crazy." He responds and before long Rossi and Emily arrive.

"What do we know?" Rossi asks.

" Police think it was a botched robbery." Hotch explains. He was barely holding it together. But he was doing it for the team.

" Where's Morgan?" Emily asks JJ was distraught she sniffles before trying to talk again.

"He's not answering his cell."

" I'll call him again." Reid walks off to call Morgan.

" What aren't you saying?" Rossi whispers to Hotch.

" I spoke to one of the paramedics who brought her in. It doesn't look good."

After a few minutes JJ returns from the nurses station. "They can't give me an update." she shakes her head.

" Morgan's phone just keeps going straight to voicemail."

" Where the hell is he?" Emily asks everyone waits around again for what feels like hours Emily holds JJ's hand and she lays her head on her shoulder.

William shakespeare wrote: "love all. "trust a few. Do wrong to none."

Derek enters the hospital's waiting room. He sees the rest of his team there, there was still that tiny bit of disbelief.

"She's been in surgery for a couple hours."

" I was at church. My phone was off."

" There's nothing you could have been doing here." Spencer says as Derek turns to Hotch.

" The police got any leads?" He asks.

" I spoke to the lead detective. He doesn't think we'll get anything from the scene."

" Cyra Akintola?"

" Yes." Everyone says. 

"The bullet went in her chest and ricocheted into her abdomen. She lost a lot of blood. It was touch-and-go for a while, but we were able to repair the injuries."

" So what are you saying?" JJ asks.

" One centimeter over and it would have torn right through her heart. Instead, she could actually be out of here in a couple of days. And I'd say that's a minor miracle." Everyone sighs in relief.  "She needs her rest. You can see her in the morning."

" Thank you." Everyone replies as the doctor nods and walks away.

"David and I will go to the scene. I think the rest of you should be here when she wakes up. I don't care about protocol. I don't care whether we're working on this officially or not. We don't touch any new cases until we find out who did this." Hotch says as everyone nods.

//

At the crime scene the lead detective is going over what he thinks happened with Hotch and Rossi. 

" Our guess is he saw her enter, then kicked the door in after her. He robs her, she tries to chase him, then he turns and shoots her as he's getting away."

" You have an estimate on how far away the gun shot was?" Hotch asks.

" Approximately 15 feet."

" Any reason besides the door that you think it was a robbery?"

" He took her purse, dumped half of it before he took off."

" Did you find a shell casing?" Rossi asks as he shakes his head no. Hotch stands where the detective estimated the shot was at.

" So he hit her square from here?" Hotch angles his gun there.

" Hell of a shot on the run." Rossi says.

" Why does he risk coming into an enclosed courtyard to steal a purse?"

" World's boldest purse-snatcher?" Rossi asks.

" It doesn't make sense." Hotch's phone rings and he pulls it out of his pocket. " Yeah. Good. We'll be right there." he tucks it back into his pocket. " She's up."

Cyra groans as jj, Morgan, Reid, and Emily walk into the room JJ hugs her.

" No tears. I'm afraid if I start crying I'll come unstapled."

" How are you feeling?"

" Oh... Confused... Stupid, and... In pain."

" Are you up for some questions?" JJ asks as Cyra looks at her.

"I never saw it coming. He seemed... Deliciously normal."

" You know him?" Reid asks

She turns to Derek. " You were right. I should have trusted it."

" What are you talking about?"

" It's that guy I told you about. The one I met at the coffee shop. I wanted to believe he was interested in me."

" Forget that." Derek says as Cyra shakes her head.

"Im. sorry,"

"Dont you apologize. Okay?" Derek was fuming.

" I let my guard down."

" Do you have any idea why he would have done this?" Emily asked.

" Did he threaten you? Did he want something?"

" I just thought he liked me." She feels herself about to cry. And takes in a breath shuddering at the pain.

" Ok. um... We're gonna-- we're gonna come back in a little while."

"We need a name." Emily asked.

" James Colby baylor." everyone starts to leave and Cyra reaches for JJ'S hand. "J.J. Can you stay for a sec?"

Outside the hospital room Derek hits the wall with his hand.

"We need to stay calm."

" Don't tell me what to be." He snaps at Reid who just nods.

" Do you remember anything she said about him?"

" No."

" I just talked to hotch. They think he used a revolver." Emily explains.

" Who the hell uses a revolver?"

" Somebody who doesn't want to leave shell casings behind as evidence." Reid continues.

" What about witnesses?"

Emily shakes her head. " None so far. And he staged it to look like a robbery."

" Which means if he's smart enough to use forensic countermeasures, odds are the name he gave Cyra is probably bogus."

JJ walks back over to the rest of the group. " What did she say?"

" She made me promise not to talk about her like a victim."

//

" So victimology, why Cyra?"

" Look at her." Rossi says as Hotch sends him a warning look.

" What are you saying?"

" You don't look like that by accident. She wears her individuality like a shield."

" Leading someone to be antagonistic?" Hotch says as Rossi nods.

" She stands out. single woman. Could be someone was watching her for a while."

" The sadist who gets off on gaining her trust and then trying to kill her?" Hotch suggests Rossi nods. He leans up against the car with both hands.

" Pretty common. Kemper, Bundy, Robert anderson-- they all had an element of it." Rossi sighs.

" What's bugging you?"

" A sadist who just happens to choose an analyst for the FBI?" Rossi says matter of factly and hotch nods agreeing with him.

Back at the hospital Reid and Morgan were watching Garci through the glass door of her hospital room.

" I asked her to go out last night. But she was pissed at me. She blew me off."

" So you ended up in church?"

" Yeah. What does it mean? On one hand, if she'd gone out with me, she would have never got shot. On the other hand... What are the odds that the first time I pray in 20 years, she's on the table?" Derek says as Reid listens intently.

The nurse who was changing out Cyra's Iv comes over to the pair. " She's asking for you."

Cyra had her eyes closed when they walked in. Morgan places his hand on hers and she opens her eyes.

" Hey. How are you feeling?"

" Good news, bad news. The morphine's wearing off. When I was in the ambulance, I could hear the song heroes playing in my head. I kept flashing in and out of consciousness. Everything was really bright. And I remember thinking, wait... Is David Bowie really god?" Reid and Derek slightly chuckle at her statement.

" We have a, uh... We have a sketch artist coming in."

" I'm still a little hazy." She says

" It's ok. Anything you tell us will help"

" Yeah." She gulps.

" This guy say what he did for a living?" Derek asks 

Cyra nods. "He said he was a lawyer."

" Did...did people know him where you went?"

" He said he wanted to show me a place. It was half an hour away."

" You drove together? What kind of car?"

" White. 4-door sedan. American. It smelled new."

"Rental car maybe?"

" Maybe. I don't know. I don't look at things like you guys do. I don't see danger–" Cyra  blinks a few tears rolls down her face. "I really thought he liked me you know..I thought wow for once I have a chance....I am so stupid."

"Shh shhh. Don't say that." Derek soothes her. "Take it easy. Take it easy. What else can you remember?"

She sighs. "He smelled good."

"He seem nervous?"

" I thought he was just afraid to kiss me good night." Derek wipes the tears running down her face with his thumb.

" Hey. You sure you're up for this?"

"I could hear him walking. He leaned over me and I held my breath so he'd think I was dead." Cyra gulps thickly. "I kept thinking about my chair,"

//

It had been four days four long and tiring days. Cyra had everyone visit her but she was more anxious for Hotch to Visit. He was so caught up in finding out who did this first. He needed to find out who would hurt her. The most amazing woman he had ever met. Because once he did there would be hell to pay.

"You look like crap." Rossi mentions to Hotch who hands him a file.

" Well, 4 days, no leads, I feel like crap"

"Any word from the hospital?"

" She's out of the icu. Doctor said she could go home in a couple of days. Reid and Morgan are replaying it with her and they'll keep us posted."

" We can always round up the 3 million guys the sketch looks like." Rossi mutters as they walk into the round table room.

" That was the police. They took the sketch back to the coffee shop, restaurant, came up empty."

" I even ran it through vicap. No hits."

" No luck with the rental car companies. No prints at the scene. No shell casings. The cell phone the guy used to call Cyra  at work was a disposable. The guy's a cipher." Hotch explains as everyone looks over the crime scene photos.

//

" Cyra , I know it's gotta be hard to keep reliving this."

" I just don't know what else there is to remember."  Cyra was sitting up in bed if Hotch could see her he would melt at how adorable she looked her hair in two space buns, she had her teddy bear clutched under her arm and her glasses on which she never wore.

" Let's start with the behavior."

" That's all--that's all profiling really is, just noticing behavior." Reid says as Cyra nods.

" Sweetheart, any details you can remember will tell us who he is. Ok?"

" Mm-hmm." She takes a deep breath.

"All right, so let's go back to when you first arrived at that restaurant. Was he nervous?"

She closes her eyes. " No. The opposite, actually."

"So he was trying to impress you by showing you how he can take charge."

" I guess so." She shrugs.

"Tell me about his watch."

" It's a fake rolex."

" You sure about that?" Reid asks

She smirks. " I know my knockoffs."

" Clearly he was playing with it, though, 'cause he wanted you to notice. I mean, he wanted you to think that it was real."

Cyra starts looking around panicked. " Cyra, are you ok?"

"I'm feeling really exposed."

" You're doing just fine. Just fine." Derek grabs her hand.

She continues explaining everything they did and talked about on the date and Reid and Morgan leave her to tell the others.

//

" He knows enough to use legal terminology, but he's not actually a working lawyer." Reid takes a seat at the round table.

" I think we're looking at someone who failed out of law school or didn't pass the bar."

" Did Cyra  say if he gave any details about the cases he was supposedly working?"

" No specifics."

" If he failed out of the system, it could explain why he's got a working vocabulary and not much more."

" It could also explain his anger. Even in his lie, he rails against other people's incompetence."

" Well, he's clearly a narcissist. The clothes, the watch, the subtle hints at where he went to school. He's faking humility when he's saying new haven and cambridge instead of yale and harvard."

" J.J., we need an analyst who can, uh, put our information through the legal databases."

" I'm on it." JJ finds a guy with long curly hair and glasses and she brings him to Hotch. Hotch and Rossi lead him to

" Now, you sure another tech is ok with me in her system? We're kind of weird about that."

" We just need you to run some bar association records." Hotch replies sternly

" Why doesn't she do it?"

" She's in the hospital." Rossi states flatly.

" You're talking about the analyst who was shot."

" That's right." Hotch gives him a look as he gulps.

" You know who hit her?"

" That's what we're hoping to find out." Rossi says as they walk into Cyra's Lair.

" What?" Hotch asks as the analysts looked around the room, it was brightly decorated it made him smile a bit.

He removes his bag and takes a seat." We're the gatekeepers to a whole lot of information, man. It's enough to make us all a little paranoid. You know, I could have done this at my computer."

" First we need you to look up the name James Colby Baylor and see if it shows up anywhere in the system."

" Whoa."

" What is it?"  Rossi asks.

" This system is insane. It's completely linux-based. Open-sourced programming. You don't see this in government systems, I mean outside of, like, Switzerland."

" James Colby Baylor." Hotch repeats this time with more venom than he had before.

"Right. I get it. Chop-chop. jeez. Uh-uh. Nothing."

" All right, let's start with a list of everyone in the area who either failed the bar exam or was fired from a large law firm in the last five years."

"What, are you serious? That's got to be, like, thousands of names." The guy whines.

" Try narrowing it down to anyone with the initials J. C. B. He had monogrammed shirts. Trust me, they ain't cheap."

Analyst guy starts typing and he smirks. " Is there a problem?"

" This might be the coolest girl I've ever met."

" You've never laid eyes on her." Hotch speaks up as Rossi can sense his tension.

" Well, her gooey is mind-blowing."

" The list" Hotch says as the analyst keeps typing/

"Oh, that's weird. Well, this isn't good"

//

This was the first time he visited Cyra since she was in the hospital. Morgan was holding up a mirror for her while she applied more lipgloss to her lips.

"Hey." Morgan moves out of the way so Hotch can see Cyra better. 

" How are you feeling?"

" You know, I've had better dates." She replies as they stare into each other's eyes.

" What's going on?"

" We found an encrypted file on your computer. Are you involved in something that I need to know about?"

" No." Cyra shakes her head.

"Hotch, what's going on?"

" Could this be connected in any way to whoever shot you?"

" I don't think so." She shakes her head.

" I need the password."

" Is this really necessary?" Derek asks unclenching and clenching his fist.

" Yes. The password." he looks like he hates this more than she does.

" Gilman street."

"Thank you." His face is stoic and rid of any emotions. She hated that he could be so stoic in a time like this but she knew at the leader of this team he had to be. That showing emotion would just upset and make things worse

" They don't honestly think Cyra 's a security risk, do they?" Reid asks as Hotch looks at him rather than at the ground.

" I don't know. We've been ordered by internal affairs to stop working on the case."

" What?" Derek says.

" And until this is cleared up... You've been suspended.....I'm sorry." He practically croaks out the apology before leaving. He waits till he gets to the car to cry, it hurts him just as much as it hurts her. He hits at the steering wheel a few times before straightening himself up.

" Right."  Cyra nods as she begins pulling off the pads that were attached to the heart monitor.

" What are you doing?"

" I need to get out of here." She pulls at the tape attached to her chest.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Please, baby, listen to me. We're gonna get it straightened out. I'm gonna find out who did this to you. Okay? I don't give a damn what I.A. wants me to do or doesn't want me to do, but right now you need to rest." Derek says as Cyra sits back in the bed.

" But...one of the last things I said before he shot me was, "Everything happens for a reason." Derek, if I lose faith in that, then nothing in my life makes sense."

" I get that."

" No, you don't."  she sighs as the two agents are looking at her.

"So help me get it?" Derek continues as she nods.

" After my parents died, I... Kind of went off the rails for a while. I dropped out of Cal tech. I lived underground, basically. But I kept teaching myself code. It was like the one thing that kept me together..." she explains everything that happened leading up to the FBI finding her.

"So they offered you a job?"

" Mm-hmm." She nods.

" Like Frank Abagnale. The bureau figured if you can't beat 'em, hire 'em."

" Yeah. something like that." Cyra mumbles, running a hand over her face.

" Cyra, what's on the encrypted file?"

" I'm required to keep a record of everything the team does. And after my system got hacked and Elle got shot, I just didn't want anyone else to be able to get at you." Cyra explains as the two agents look at each other.

" We'll talk to the doctor, see if he'll clear you to leave." Reid says as Cyra nods.

The doctor did clear her to leave but only if she was surprised for  72 hours. At this point she was never going anywhere alone again. Derek loads her into the car and drives her back to her place. The only person that could get her out of this situation was herself.

He steps out of the car first and then  grabs her chair she sits down in it just as an officer walks up.

" Hi. I'm Mike fleming. I'm on till midnight. Officer Cranbeck will be here after that, ok?"

" Thank you." Cyra smiles at him.

" You're welcome." he smiles and nods at her.

" Come on, let's get you inside."  Derek helps her up the ramps and they continue to the door. She looked at the ground where she was shot, seeing a bloody spot there, it looked like it had been cleaned a bunch but it wouldn't come out. " Come on. It washes off. I promise." he leads her inside and she tells him the way to her apartment, when he gets inside. He's in awe at everything.

It was just like her office. Colorful and not coordinated in any specific way, it was chaotic but beautiful and neat and organized and he's pretty sure she painted her walls purple by herself which would explain a lot she heads over towards the the counter tossing her keys in the dish.

" I, um... I would expect nothing less."

" You should be flattered. Not many people are invited in, off the grid." She says as he smiles his grin was bigger than anything she had seen in a while. He looks around more before his eyes lock on a device she has on one of her end tables " Super-8?"

" Yeah." she wheels over to the device and wounds it up, " I always imagined myself fighting crime." The movie starts playing its her as a child being read a book by what appears to be her dad. " My parents were stubborn. I think it horrified them."

"How old were you when you lost them?"

"My mom died when I was ten from an aneurysm, my dad was around for the most part until he eventually died when I, an eighteen drunk driver, hit him. We were.....in the same car.... Together." she feels a tear fall down her face. Derek wipes it away with his thumb, "I'm okay now." she smiles at him as he looks around her place more. She turns the movies off.

He picks up a calendar seeing a few dates highlighted. " I volunteer once a week to counsel family members of murder victims."

" Baby, you don't get enough of this stuff at work?"

Cyra shakes her head. " I look at those crime scene photos all day long. I can't know that those families are out there trying to cope and not do something to help."

" You do know it was stupid to encrypt that file?"

" Yes, I know. Old habits, I guess." The two stare at each other as he approaches her.

" You need some rest."

" You're right. Go. Be free, my love." She pulls him into a tight hug.

" Hey. I'm not going anywhere."

" I'm fine. I got my goon squad parked out front." She points a thumb in that direction. 

"Goon squad or no goon squad, that couch right there is gonna be my best friend until we find this guy. Now leave it alone."

She smirks. " Ok" She heads towards her room. "But if you're thinking of trying to take advantage of me... Let me call my doctor so he can revive me afterward."

Derek just chuckles as she turns and continues on her way. " Hey, silly girl."

" Hmm?" She turns back around.

" I love you. You know that, right? "

"I love you, too." she smiles at him.

"Go to bed." he points to the bed as she smiles. She takes all her many decorative pillows off the bed and pulls her sparkly glasses off her face. Before grabbing her satin head dress and putting on she  pulls herself into bed and turns off her lamp. Derek gets comfy on the couch; he lays down adjusting the decorative pillow under his head.

Everything was peaceful for a while, everyone soon falling asleep. A loud gunshot was heard. And before anyone could do anything Derek is up looking out the window.

"Cyra!"

" What's going on?!" She emerges from her bedroom quickly.

" Stay right there. Stay there!" he looks out the window not being able to see. "Come here. Come here. Come with me. Get in the corner." he hides her in the corner next to her window.  "Get in the corner. Cyra , you listen to me. Take this gun." he pulls a gun from his ankle holster.

" Take it. All right, you keep your finger off that trigger. If somebody walks through that door, you grab ahold of it and you squeeze. Fire, you hear me?" he walks over to her door, he peaks out of it before backing up

"I am aware of how to use a gun, Morgan. What is going on?" a gunshot is heard. " Morgan!"

" Stay there!" he takes off down the stairs. Cyra wheels herself over to the wall that separates her kitchen from her hallway. She backs her chair against the wall waiting for someone to come. She hears footsteps and readies herself a shadowy figure appears around the corner and she, not having on her glasses or contacts can only see the silhouette, which is just a blur blob.

"Aah! Aah!" She holds the gun out ready. She was good shot.

" Cyra! It's me. Don't shoot. It's me. It's Morgan, baby." she its the gun down on the table next to her. As he comes up and hugs her.

" Why is this happening to me?"

"I don't know." He kisses her head. As she tried not to shake, she was scared, she had never had this much action before in her life. She was just a technical analyst.

//

" What's going on?" JJ and Reid enter the room.

" I don't know. This guy's getting seriously bold, and I can guarantee it's not over." Morgan was angrily pacing back and forth.

"You ok?" JJ kneels down in front of her.

" I don't know what he wants from me."

" Could you know something about him?" Reid asks as Cyra shakes her head. 

" I don't know."

" Maybe you have something he wants?"  JJ asks as Cyra shakes her head.

" I don't know who he is. I'm so scared."

" I know." She grabs her hands Comfortably.

Emily, Rossi and Hotch all enter the room. "Hey. Did you get a look at him?" Emily nods to Morgan.

"Nothing solid."

" Cyra, we need to get you back to the hospital." Hotch was already trying to help her up.

" No."

" You know what? You should still be there. We need her somewhere safe." JJ was going all Mamabear trying to help her back into her chair.

" I feel safe with all of you." Cyra says as everyone looks around the room. It wasn't a lie, she felt safe with everyone here.

" We can take you to the B.A.U." Hotch says as Cyra blanks out, he remind was piercing things together trying to figure things out.

" Cyra?"

"You Ok?"

"When we were at dinner... They wanted to seat us by a window, but he insisted on sitting at the worst table in the place. And he sat with his back to the corner." she explains as Cyra looks around at everyone. Who were looking at each other.

Hotch acts as the lead detective if he can clear the room for a second so the team can talk with Cyra.

"Tell us about the car." Reid leans forward in his chair.

" Why?"

" Just go with him." Derek takes a seat in the other chair next to Cyra.

" You said it was white, 4-door, american. what else?"

Cyra shakes her head, " That's it. It was just a car."

" No, come on, think. Anything. go back."

" The seat belt was buckled behind his back. Why does that matter?"

" It wasn't a rental. It was for surveillance."

"Agents don't wear seat belts. They need to get out in a hurry. "

"All right, let's cut the crap. You need to be straight with us. Right now. Look at me, not them." Rossi sits down on the caught table in front of her.. 

" I'm not hiding anything." Cyra looks around.

" You got shot. Most people get shot for a reason. Eyes here!"

" Ease up, Rossi." Morgan snaps.

" You got a roomful of people here willing to believe that an FBI agent has tried to kill you. We need to know everything you do on company time that we don't know about."

" Come on, man."  Morgan was about to hit this man.

" It's nothing bad." Cyra continues.

" Spit it out!"

She didn't like being yelled at and it made her mad. "It's ju-- I counsel victims' families and they know where I work, so sometimes they ask me to look into cases for them."

" What does that mean?"

" It just means that the cases, the unsolved ones, I tag them, so whoever's investigating them knows that the FBI considers them a priority."

" You're not authorized to do that." Hotch says as Cyra shakes her head.

" I know. I was just trying to help."

"But whoever's working those cases thinks you're watching them." Emily explains as Cyra curses under her breath.

" I just wanted to put pressure on them so that they don't slide."

"How many cases are we talking about?" Hotch asks.

" I don't know. 7, 8 maybe. I need to get it into my system."

" You can't. You're suspended." Hotch shakes his head. He was angry at her but, part of him liked that she was the way she was. That she was doing something like this.

" Wait a minute, Cyra. On your date, you said this guy was pressing you to find out if you were working murder cases." Cyra nods. " Hotch, we gotta look at those files."

Hotch looks at Rossi. " I told you, I'm sick of this jagoff being in front of us."

" Dave's right. We'll go back to the B.A.U. Morgan, Reid, Prentiss, you stay here and make sure no one forgets to log out of the system. Cyra should not have access." Cyra grabs her laptops and hangs out in the bedroom.

" Understood." Morgan says.

"I do not have time for this. Oh, you want to play?" she was yelling at her laptop.

"What is she doing in there?"

" Do you really want to know?" Emily teases quirking a brow at Morgan. The analyst that was working from the B.A.U was currently being trapped in a wormhole made by Cyra, she sends the documents to the printer, before updating her living room tv into a backup monitor before resurfacing back into the living room with everyone else.

"Those are all the cases I flagged."

" Ok. Everybody takes a copy. We need to see if any of the agents overlap in all of the cases." Derek hands them all a paper.

"There aren't any agents working on these cases. But the same deputy was a first responder in three." Emily explains.

"What's the name?"

" Jason Clark Battle." She reads.

" What are the cases?"

" Uh, all Three were drive-bys, at close range, shot with a revolver."  Cyra was typing his name into the database on  the tv monitor. His picture comes up and she gulps thickly. " Is that him?"

" Yeah."

"He's been honored twice as a hero." Emily reads his rap sheet.

" So why is he stuck at deputy?"

" Because even to his superiors, something was off about him." Morgan explains as Cyra was glaring at the photo.

" Makes sense. The showy clothes, the subtle bragging. He presents himself as a prominent attorney when he's actually just a deputy sheriff."

"Underappreciated in the world and over appreciated in his own mind." Derek continues.

" I don't understand."

"I think you may have stumbled upon an angel of death."

" I thought those are nurses who put people out of their misery." Cyra says as Morgan shakeshis head,

" Yeah, that's one model. The other is someone who puts people at risk in order to save them."

" So he shot them so that he could save them?" Cyra says as the trio nods.

" Yeah. and when he couldn't, he made it look like a random murder. It's how he was able to be the first responder." 

"It's called the hero homicide complex. It's most commonly found in firemen who set fires in order to save the day." Reid explains.

" Cyra . You flagged these cases. He thought you were onto him."  Derek ask as she nods.

" I wasn't."

" But you're the only person in the world who is gonna make the connection. In his mind, he had to eliminate you." Emily explains.

" Deputy battle, please. Ok, what time is his shift over? No, no message. thank you." Derek hangs up the phone. " Ok, he didn't sign out to a location. His shift is over at midnight. Until then, I do not want this guy knowing that we are onto him."

" Why? What's the profile say?"

" He'll keep getting bolder trying to cover his tracks. And if that doesn't work, he'll die shooting."  Cyra sighs sitting back on the couch.

After a few minutes a link pops up on the screen.

"Ok, that's funky."

"What's going on?" Emily asks as Cyra pulls the keyboard into her lap.

"He just logged in to my system. There's a link up on my screen."

" Maybe it's a mistake."

Cyra shakes her head. " No. he's good. He's not careless."

" Could he be trying to show you something?"  Emily asks as Cyra furrows her brows thinking.

" He could be baiting me."

" What do you mean?" Reid asks.

" If he's with internal affairs, and I follow his lead, whoever login I use could lose their job."

" What's your gut say?" Derek asks.

" He's a hacker. We have a code."

"You trust it?"

She nods. " I have to."

" Do it. Make contact."  Derek says as Cyra begins typing vigorously, before long a little box appear on the screen she enlarges it and it shows the bullpen.

" It's the B.A.U."

"God, that's him." Cyra gasps as Derek pulls out his phone.

"Hotch, it's morgan. He's in the b.a.u. Deputy sheriff, mid-bullpen, just past my desk. Got him? Don't let him know we're onto him. He's a classic narcissist with a hero homicide complex, and he's spiraling. If you let him know we're onto him, he's gonna start shooting." Derek hangs up the phone.

"We gotta slip somebody in behind him."

" Can you get us the cameras outside the bullpen?" Reid asks as Cyra starts typing she clicks through each camera, the hallway was empty. The round table room wad empty. She clicks another time seeing JJ in her office.

" Oh, my girl." She sighs as Derek pulls out his phone.

" Come on, JJ, pick up the phone. Pick it up. J.J, it's Morgan. Listen to me. Listen to me very carefully."  Cyra clicks back to the bullpen camera footage,

They watch as Battle tapes his foot angrily. He stares at Hotch And Rossi. "He knows they know."

" This is crazy. We gotta get over there" everyone starts grabbing their things.

"I'm going with you."

" No, you are not." Morgan says as Cyra is already in her chair she is grabbing her purse and coat.

" You do not have time to argue." She sasses as Morgan kisses his teeth.

Back at the BAU Hotch, Rossi and every agent in the bullpen had their guns trained on Jason Clark Battle.

" The best minds in the FBI. You can't even stop me." He had a gun held to the I.A. Detective's throat.  JJ appears behind the glass door behind him. He turns to see her and she shoots him right in between the eyes,

"It's really over?" Cyra watches as Derek covers Jason's body back up.

"Yeah. It's really over. Now can we please get you back to the hospital?"

" I..." She looks over at the I.A. detective who is practically crying.

" Oh, don't worry about your reinstatement papers. He'll sign them as soon as his hand stops shaking." Emily jokes as Cyra looks at JJ she walks over to her.

" Hey. I never wanted you to have to do something like that."

" I never even blinked. You do whatever it takes to, uh... Protect your family." she explains as Cyra blinks back tears. It was in the moment she realized that these people that she worked closely with weren't just her friends, they were her family.

"I think someone's watching you." she smirks as Cyra looks over seeing a guy with curly hair and glasses.

She looks away quickly as JJ laughs.

" Do you believe everything happens for a reason?"

"Yeah...Go." she shoves her over in his direction.

" You."

" You." he replies in awe.

" You're good."

" You're better." They stare at each other. " Kevin lynch." he extends a hand out.

" Cyra, Cyra Akintola"

"Cyra." he whispers, smiling at her. Cyra's heart may have longed for another, but she knew it would never go anywhere, so why not take in what this guy had to offer. Because the universe was telling us to give it a try. To experience what Kevin lynch had to offer.

Hotch and Cyra will be together soon....if the universe knew anything...it could spot two soulmates from a mile away.

Miles Teller as Kevin Lynch

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