This story is set after Emily leaves… It's not about her leaving though. It may be a little far fetched, but I've let my imagination run with this one and I have no idea how it's going to pan out in the end… So let's start this little journey. Hope you enjoy.

One by one, the Agents strolled into the briefing room. Rossi was telling JJ about a date he'd had with his local florist and they laughed as he told her about how stupid he felt turning up with a bunch of flowers, suddenly feeling they were totally inadequate compared to what she dealt with on a day to day basis. Morgan took a sip of his usual morning coffee as he sat down at the round table getting increasingly bored with Reid's recap of the previous night's chess tournament he'd won. The dark Agent was relieved when he looked up to see Garcia come walking through the door,

"What's the case?" Morgan asked her, cutting off Reid's story.

She shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" JJ asked.

"There isn't a case as far as I know."

"But Hotch called us all in here." Reid stated.

"Well don't look at me." Garcia scolded, just as the Unit Chief walked in through the door with two unfamiliar suited men.

"Guys…" Hotch said, grabbing everyone's attention, "These are Detectives from the local police department. They'd like to speak with us all."

Hotch turned to face the men, indicating for them to begin.

"Thank you Agent Hotchner…." The older of the two men said, nodding to Hotch before turning to face the others. "…. I am Detective Hodgson and my colleague is Detective Harold with the Washington Police Department. We need to speak to you all about your former colleague… Agent Emily Prentiss."

Emily had been gone about two months now. She had transferred to the Counter intelligence department. It had felt that no sooner was she back, she was gone again and every day that they sat at the round table, there wasn't one of them who didn't miss her or half expect her to walk through the door to join them.

"Is she ok?" Garcia was quickest to ask with an immediate panic in her tone.

"We think so." Hodgson replied.

"What do you mean, you think so?" Morgan snapped, sitting up straight in his seat.

"Well, we don't know where she is right now."

"Where she is…..?" Morgan started, his brow deeply furrowed, "….. Why do you need to know where she is?"

"We need to speak with her."

"About what?" Morgan asked impatiently.

"Well first of all we'd like to know when you all last saw her." The Detective stated, his tone defensive.

Rossi stood up slowly, "Detective, with all due respect, I think you need to tell us what's going on. Agent Prentiss is not just a former colleague, she is a friend and we would like to know that she is ok."

"I know you are good friends and that is exactly why I'm here. I know about the history of this team."

"What do you mean by that?" Morgan defended, his eyes scowling at the tall Detective.

Hotch took a step forward toward the intruder, "Detective. Is Agent Prentiss ok?"

"I have no reason to think she isn't."

"So what is this about? Agent Rossi is right. You could at least tell us what is going on." The Unit chief asked, his tone calm but firm.

"Agent Prentiss is a suspect in a current murder investigation."

"What!" At least three of the profilers could be heard to exclaim, the others stunned into silence.

"She is wanted for questioning in relation to the murder of a Shane Castello. We cannot find her, hence why we came here. I need to know when you all last saw her and if you have heard from her in the last few days."

Morgan was the next to stand, "Wait a minute. You're saying you think she murdered this guy?"

The Detective nodded, "That is what we are trying to establish, but the fact that her FBI issued glock was the murder weapon and that she is believed to have fled the country makes her our number one suspect."

"Fled the country?" JJ repeated in disbelief.

Hodgson held his hands out in front of him, "Look, I am not in a position to reveal all the details right now. I just need to ask you a few questions and then I have to get back to my investigation. So if I could just….."

"But…." Morgan started, cut off by Hotch who looked at him;

"We all want answers…." He said softly, "… But let's just give the Detective what he wants right now and then we can find out more." The Unit Chief reasoned.

Rossi and Morgan reluctantly sat back down whilst Hotch nodded to the detective to continue.

"Ok. I need to know when the last time was you all heard from or saw Agent Prentiss." He asked, looking at Garcia, signalling for her to answer first.

Everyone turned to the techie, her face pale and full of worry. She looked towards Morgan as if asking him what she should do. He nodded in encouragement.

"We, er…." She paused, unable to straighten her thoughts with the wave of panic flowing through her. She felt the familiar touch of JJ's hand on her arm, who took over, "We saw her at the weekend. Me and Emily went to Garcia's apartment."

"What for?" The Detective asked.

JJ shrugged, "Just a girl's night in. We had some food and talked."

"About what?"

"Well not about her plotting to murder someone if that's what you're asking." JJ spat out.

"JJ." Hotch murmured in an attempt to calm the blond.

JJ shifted in her seat, defiantly showing no sign of continuing.

"Was there anything different about her?" Hodgson continued, ignoring the blonde's outburst

"No. She was fine. We talked about her new job, men, shopping…. All the normal stuff we talk about when we get together."

"And have either of you heard from her since?"

Garcia shook her head, but JJ nodded, "I text her the following day to say it was great to see her and she text back saying the same. That's it."

"Ok. Thank you…." The Detective said, shifting his gaze to Reid. "…. What about you Agent….?"

"Doctor Reid." The young profiler corrected, watching the detective write his details in his notebook.

"Doctor Reid, the last time you heard from her?" He asked, without looking up from what he was writing.

"I called her last Thursday. We planned to go and see a French movie next week."

"Next week…?" Hodgson said, turning his gaze back to Reid with a raised brow, "….. Did you suggest that or her?"

"I did."

"And she said she'd go?"

"Yes. We'd been meaning to go ever since she left but we never got the chance." Reid muttered with a hint of disappointment.

"Ok. Thank you… Agent Rossi?" The tall man continued, turning to the older profiler.

"The last time I spoke to her was at my place about three weeks ago. Everyone came round for dinner."
"That was the last time I saw her too." Hotch added quickly.

"About three weeks ago…." The detective confirmed, appearing to lose immediate interest in the two older profilers.

He then turned to Morgan, "… Ok. Agent Morgan. The last time you saw her?"

Morgan paused for a second, his chin rested on his hand, one finger rubbing his lips in an attempt to keep in the frustration brewing in him. After labored exhale, he answered, "Tuesday. I last saw her on Tuesday." He muttered, not making eye contact with the tall man.

"As in two days ago?" The Detective asked, his attention fully drawn.

"Yes."

"Where?"

Morgan bit his bottom lip trying to mask the anxiety and as he gained his composure he then looked up to Hodgson.

"At my place." He said, matter of factly.

The room all turned to look at him. He hadn't mentioned seeing her to anyone.

"Tuesday evening?" The Detective asked.

"No. It was Tuesday morning. Before we went to work." He confessed.

He could feel the stare of his colleagues on him, but his gaze remained fixed on the Detective and his expression didn't falter at all.

"You're in a relationship with her?"

The entire room waited on his answer and they watched as Morgan shook his head slowly, letting a breath escape his throat before continuing, "Sort of…. It's complicated."

"And that's the last time you heard from her?"

"Yeah." He whispered uncomfortably.

"Ok, I think you and me need to have a bit more of an in depth discussion…." Hodgson said, turning to Hotch, "Is that ok? I have a few calls to make, but can I then borrow Agent Morgan for a few minutes?"

"Of course." The unit chief nodded.

As the Detectives left the room, there was a stunned silence. No one really knew where to start.

Morgan glanced around the room, holding his hands in front of him as if in surrender, "Ok guys, what's going on between her and me right now isn't important and is nothing to do with this. You have my word. We need to find out what the hell's going on."

And in a split second, they all reverted to what they knew best.

"Garcia, look up Shane Castello. Just on the internet, not police systems." Hotch told the shell shocked blond.

Her shaking fingers tapped on the keyboard and the whole room stared at the screen.

"Here's the news piece." She said, clicking on the link and beginning to read. "… Shane Castello, 38 years, was found shot dead at Hogan's Bar in down town Washington DC."

"I know that place…" Rossi interrupted, "… it's a hang out for Harry Castello."

"As in the local kingpin Harry Castello?" Hotch confirmed.

"Yeah…" Rossi answered, leaning over Garcia, "….Check and see how Shane is related."

A few taps later…. "It's his son." Garcia stated.

"Who's Harry Castello?" JJ asked.

"Likes to think of himself as the local mob boss. Has fingers in many pies around the city." Hotch told her.

Rossi shook his head with worry, "Well one thing's for sure, if his son has just been killed it will have started a war."

"But what the hell has this got to do with Emily?" Morgan asked in frustration.

"Yeah, what possible motive could she have for killing him?" Reid added.

"We're not sure…." The familiar tone of the Detective causing them all to turn to him, "…. But we're working on it. And with all due respect, this is our case. I would ask that you don't interfere."

"But she's our friend…." Reid argued.

"Just a word of warning to you all….." Hodgson began, his tone deep and certain, "…. We are well aware of the background of this team and what you did to help Agent Prentiss last time she was in trouble. You will be monitored closely, so don't think about doing anything stupid."

Hotch's brow furrowed, "Detective I can assure you no one here will interfere in this case, however she is our friend and we are entitled to worry about her. I suggest if you want us to answer your questions, you change your attitude towards my team."

The Detective looked as if he were sucking the inside of his mouth, just dying to retaliate, but he held his nerve.

"Agent Hotchner, I apologise. I meant no offence…." Hodgson said through gritted teeth, "….. Could I now have a few minutes with Agent Morgan?"

"Of course." Hotch said, looking towards Morgan who didn't look quite so accommodating.

The dark profiler didn't say a word as he walked out of the room, not even acknowledging the Detective as he did.

When they had left Hotch turned to Garcia, "You're going to have to stop that…" The Unit Chief said, nodding toward the keyboard. "….Hodgson is right. They will be watching us like hawks with this going on. If they think we are helping her or covering something up, it will be the end of this team."

"But we have to help her." JJ almost pleaded.

Rossi shook his head, "Hotch is right. I don't think for a second that she has done anything wrong. We have to have faith in the Police investigation….."

~~CM~~

The profilers remained together sat around the round table apart from JJ who was pacing the room until Morgan returned to them.

"How did it go?" Hotch asked, standing as soon as he saw the younger agent.

Morgan shook his head and rubbed his forehead, the stress apparent in his eyes, "I couldn't give them anything useful." He uttered.

"Did they tell you anything else?" JJ asked searchingly.

"Yeah, they said she left the country this morning on a plane to Sao Paulo."

"She went to Brazil?" Reid questioned, somewhat stunned.

Morgan sighed, "Apparently she did….." He turned to look at Garcia, "Can you pull up the security footage for the airport. I won't believe it till I see her with my own eyes."

The techie's eyes widened as she stared at him in silence. He followed her gaze as it moved pleadingly to Hotch.

"What?" Morgan said to his Unit Chief.

"We can't get involved in this."

"What do you mean? Of course we have to." Morgan snapped.

"Morgan. They don't trust us after the whole Doyle thing. We could just end up making things worse for her." Hotch attempted to reason.

"This is bullshit." Morgan spat out, kicking a chair leg as he paced the room.

"I know…" Hotch began, "… I'm going to contact the Chief of Police. See exactly what they have and see if we can help officially. I will let you all know everything as soon as I do. I promise you I won't just give up. For now, you should all get on with your work."

They all watched Hotch rush out of the room and one by one they followed slowly until Morgan was left alone with Garcia.

"You're not going to leave it are you?" The blond said softly to her friend.

He shook his head, his dark eyes almost pleading with her, "Is there any way you can get the security footage from the airport without them knowing?" He asked, his voice quiet and broken.

Garcia took a deep breath and nodded, "Yeah. I'll ask Kevin to help."

"Thank you…" He said, trying to force a grateful smile, "…..I promise I won't ask anything else of you."

"Hey…" The techie said, standing up and pointing a finger at Morgan, "….Don't you dare think you're doing this alone. Anything you need, I will help. Ok?"

A genuine smile crept across his face and he wrapped a strong arm around her shoulders, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead, "Thank you Penelope." He whispered.

~~CM~~

Twenty minutes later Garcia and Morgan hovered, each over one of Kevin's shoulders, looking at his multiple screens.

"Right…." Kevin started, "… I managed to pull up the passenger lists for all flights to Sao Paulo this morning from Washington. An Emily Prentiss was on flight AA1721 which flew to Miami and then on to Brazil. Check in desks were here..." He said pointing to the crowded airport lobby.

"How are we going to find her in all these people?" Garcia sighed, almost deflated.

"No worry sugarplum…." Kevin said cheerily, "... They have state of the art security cameras here. It's amazing. I looked up the specification and do you know that…"
Garcia halted him, "Sweetie, I'm sure it's great, but we don't have time for this. We need to find her."

"Oh. Ok… Sorry….. Well she checked in at eight fifteen at check in desk 87, so if I just forward it a little….."

"There!" Garcia said, pointing to the slim, tall, dark haired female stood at desk 87. "…Clock says eight fifteen. That's got to be her right?"

Morgan swallowed hard, watching the female figure. It sure did look like her from behind.

The three Agents watched the woman, who was wearing a wide brimmed hat and dark sunglasses, remove them briefly as the check in agent studied her passport. Before turning around however, she put them back on.

"Kevin, can you zoom in on her?" Morgan asked hurriedly.

"Sure." He obliged.

Morgan leaned in closer to the screen and studied the form walking across the busy lobby. He could barely see her face, the brim of the hat covering all but her chin, but something caught his eye.

"That's not her." He assured.

"How can you tell?" Garcia asked.

"Look here…." Morgan said, pointing to the dark haired woman's neck, "…Zoom in more Kevin."

"What?" She asked impatiently.

"There's a birth mark on this woman's neck. Emily does not have one there."

"You sure?"

"Yes I am. Believe me." He said with certainty.

The blond turned and looked over to Morgan, who took a couple of seconds to notice her glare,

"What?" He asked Garcia who had the smallest of smiles on her face.

"I wish you'd of told me about seeing her….. I wish she'd of told me." Her voice soft and trailing off after the last words.

Morgan placed one hand on the techie's shoulder, "It's not that we wanted to hide it from you or anything. We were just trying to figure our way through it first before telling anyone. You gotta know by now that life with Emily Prentiss is never straight forward." He said, his voice softening, with a hint of a smile in his voice.

She stared at him and placed her hand upon his, "I know. It's ok. I get it."

~~CM~~

It was now late and Hotch was getting nowhere fast with the local cops so he ordered the team home, which they did reluctantly, all of them knowing they wouldn't be getting any rest tonight. Morgan and Garcia kept their findings between themselves for now, realizing their actions could harm any chance of the team helping Emily.

They all prayed that the new day would bring them something they could work with. What came though, was not what they had in mind...

~~CM~~

Morgan sat perched on the end of Garcia's desk, plotting their next move, but they were interrupted as Reid came bounding in, "Guys you have to come and see this." The young doctor said breathlessly, before turning and almost jogging down the corridor back to the bull pen.

As Garcia and Morgan hurried in, they saw all of their colleagues stood staring up at the television screen on the wall. Once they were in position they were both immediately consumed by the vision in front of them. That familiar stock photo of Emily that they had both looked at every day on the 'wall of honor' after she had 'died', but this time it was so different. Above the photo the word 'WANTED' burning out of the screen and the reporter's words bellowing at them;

Reports are coming in from Brazil that an FBI Agent from here in the United States is wanted in connection with a murder in Sao Paulo. Agent Emily Prentiss, pictured here, is an Agent based in the Counter Intelligence Department in Washington DC. The FBI have made no official statement at this time. We will bring you more as we get it…..

To be continued…..