Criminal minds AU fic

Trust your own instincts. Your mistakes might as well be your own.

Morgan approached the ranch as a feeling of dread settled deep in his stomach. He'd gotten a feeling like this before, many times actually, cconsidering his line of work. Last time one of their unsubs turned out to have a fetish for bombs and had nearly blown the whole team (Rossi, JJ, Reid, Hotch, and him) to high heaven. But here he was, lying his way into a libertarian ranch under the guise of a child victim interview expert.

He mostly felt bblah out lying to the other woman, the actual child victim interview expert. Whereas Nancy Lund knew he was an FBI agent, Emily Prentiss had no idea and was simply doing her job. He knew if things went south that she would be in trouble.

However, he had a job to do and he was going to do it. You didn't have to be an serial killer to attract the attention of the BAU, and the leader of this sect had done just that. Benjamin Cyrus was a manipilative man, lying to everyone around him, and Morgan was going to put a stop to it.

Not just for the children, but so the beautiful woman next to him got out unscathed as well. He couldn't help but notice how lovely she was, raven haired and perfectly shaped. He was a bit of a womanizer, he knew it, but maybe when this was over he would ask her out for drinks.

Emily Prentiss had long ago learned to keep her emotioand to herself. Her composure and control were one of the many things she could boast of perfecting over her long career with INTERPOL, and we're certainly some of the most useful.

For instance, now she was jiggering with excitemethey she wasfinally closing in on the arms dealer trading with Al-Qida from inside the US. Benjamin Cyrus was using his ranch as a cover to buy and sell guns, he children and women he housed masked any suspicions people had. Hopefully by the end of today he would be behind bars and his contacts inside the country caught as well.

However, on the outside she was Emily Prentiss, a child victim interview expert from Chicago. You don't have to be in Europe to attract the attention of INTERPOL, and the leader of the sect had done just that. She felt bad for lying to the (attractive) child interview expert next to her and the kind social worker, but it had to be done. She just hoped things didn't go south, because then It would be up to her to protect everyone inside, and she had no backup that wasn't thousands of miles away. Unfortunately, Her gut, was telling her that they were all on a one-way flight to Antarctica, and it had never been wrong yet.