A/N: Okay so part of my new years resolution is to get back your regularly scheduled (ha!) updates! Swear on my life. Now that the holidays are THANKFULLY behind us, here it is!

I'm hiding in Honduras
I'm a desperate man
Send lawyers, guns and money
The shit has hit the fan

"Rossi were you able to get anything out of Prentiss?" Hotch asked as they all reconvened in the conference room.

"She seemed to be blissfully unaware of the case. Almost too much so," Rossi said, fiddling with his pen.

"Okay, well Reid and I picked up Doyle. He's in interrogation as we speak." Hotch said firmly.

"You arrested him?" JJ asked in disbelief. "What are you gonna do with him? We have no evidence!"

"We have 72 hours to charge him. In the meantime, we all know how to break up a partnership. We have to go after the one who has the most to lose. Husband, children… family," Hotch barked.

"Wait what?! Now they're partners? Guys, you've gotta slow down… I- I think you're starting to lose perspective here." JJ said, standing and crossing her arms in defiance.

"With all due respect Agent Jareau, this is not your team, and until it is, I think you should let me do my job." Hotch said standing nose to nose with her.

JJ shook her head and swore under her breath as he stomped out of the room, Morgan following smugly in his footsteps.

"This is going to blow up in our faces, they realize that don't they?" JJ asked incredulously to Rossi and Reid, who looked at each other in disappointment.

"Yeah, the problem is, I don't think they seem to care anymore…" Reid muttered.

Lauren Reynolds stepped down the marble staircase gracefully, her gold satin gown flowing elegantly behind her. She ran her ran along the staircase wall, imagining all of the money and guns that were hidden behind the plaster and art work.

"Ready Love? We're gonna be late." Ian said from the bottom of the staircase, dressed to the nines in a beige suit, with a royal blue shirt that made his eyes, even that much more beautiful to her. Bottomless oceans, or to her dangerous whirlpools that were sucking her in so much deeper than she wanted.

"Yeah, I'm good. Let's roll. You wanna drive?" She asked handing him the keys to her fabulous blacked out Bentley he'd bought her for her first birthday in Miami.

"Anything you like, Cher." He said opening the front doors for her.

They were on their way to the South Beach United Artists Gala where she was publicly endowing the foundation with 50 thousand dollars in a massive art buy. Anyone in the world of illegal activity knew art investments were a wonderful way to hide massive amounts of cash. And in Miami, her and Ian Doyle were practically royalty. They had a beach front mansion, expensive cars, and social dynamite. Ian seemed a little hesitant of the spotlight at first, but she'd assured him they were perfectly safe with the fake identities she'd set up for them. And she'd been right, being a "private security consultant" had sure paid off, both of their businesses were booming and their relationship had never seemed so perfect.

An hour or so later, she was sitting alone at the bar, sipping a gin martini smiling and waving across the way where Ian was chatting up some fellow Miami up and comers.

"Ahh, gorgeous party you think, no?" A woman's voice came from beside her. Lauren instinctively looked back at Ian when she heard the woman's thick Irish accent.

"Ahhh yeah, its beautiful." She smiled, sticking a hand out, "I'm Emmeline O'Reilly."

"Chloe," the woman said smiling, shaking her hand. "Nice man you got over there," she said looking at Ian.

"Oh, my husband? You've met him?" Lauren asked suspiciously, feigning confusion.

"Oh no, I was merely complimenting your fine taste in men, as well as art." She chuckled.

"Oh, thank you…" She said thinly, looking over her shoulder again at Ian, he wasn't facing her anymore and she was uncomfortable for a reason she couldn't explain. The woman was ordering a glass of bourbon, the same Ian had ordered not 15 minutes earlier. Lauren chewed on her lip, eyeing the woman crudely.

"So uh, Chloe, what do you do?" She said, shaking her head and smiling again.

"Oh you know, this and that, mostly boring business trips." She said evasively.

"Oh?"

"Actually, I have a message for your husband." She said, almost bitterly.

Lauren stiffened. She looked over her shoulder yet again, keeping Ian in her sights.

"You tell him, he tries to get out of paying me for my son again, and I will make him regret it. I'm done with cat and mouse. The money, or Declan? Well that little boy could get me the money that bastard owes me and then some." She said quietly. Lauren's jaw dropped and she stuggled for words. What the fuck was this? She turned to answer the woman but she was gone, but in her place was a party napkin with a bank account number and "Enjoy the party" scrolled in emerald green ink.

Lauren snatched the napkin and strode over to Ian.

"Hi, excuse me, Ian darling, I don't feel well. Can we go now?" She asked interrupting the men's conversation.

"Of course, Love. I'll have the valet get the car." Ian said kissing her forehead and excusing himself. She followed him to the front of the swanky hotel. She ducked into the bathroom, leaning heavily against the counter, breathing heavily. This was Declan's mother? She'd thought Louise… and… Ian, what did Chloe mean pay her? Ian had lied, not only lied but omitted certain crucial details about his life. She was in utter shock.

She heard him knock on the bathroom door saying the car was here. She gathered herself, taking a deep breath.

"Everything okay?" He asked, concerned.

"Fine." She said dismissively, grabbing the key from the valet almost more forcefully than lady like.

"Do you want me to driv-"
"Ian! Let's go!" She snapped, slamming the driver's side door.

She threw the car into gear before he'd barely sat down.

"What has gotten into you?" He demanded.

"Do you wanna tell me anything? You know, maybe about Declan, about his mother, about why she's extorting money from you and threatening me?" Lauren said, voice rising an octave towards the end.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Ian said angrily.

"Chloe! She showed up at the Gala, said if you don't quit trying to get out of paying her that shes gonna make you sorry and hurt Declan!" She said hitting the steering wheel. "You bastard. You never told me Louise wasn't Declan's mother! Or that his real mother is a psychotic nutjob!" She spat.

"Aye, fucking Christ, mother of god!" Ian swore rubbing his nose. "That bitch is DEAD. You hear me, Lauren, that Bitch is fucking dead."

"What is she talking about!? Why do you have to pay her!?" Lauren yelled.

"Never mind that. Slow down, the lights turning… SLOW DOWN!" But it was too late, she'd floored it and ran the light. "Goddammit! LAUREN! You stupid cunt!" He yelled as cherries and berries popped up in the mirrors almost instantaneously.

"You are so lucky I did this Ian. You get to get out this conversation for now, but I shit you not. We WILL finish this conversation." She said hatefully, pulling over.

She rolled down her window as the officer approached.

"License and registration ma'am."

"Yes sir, here it is." She said smiling, handing it over.

"You understand why I pulled you over?"

"Umm, yeah, the red light. My brakes are going out, I didn't want to risk sliding into the intersection. I honestly thought I could make it." She said, turning her charms on.

"Uh huh. Could you both step out of the vehicle for me?"

"Why? What's the problem Officer?" Ian asked politely.

"Just step out of the vehicle, please."

They glared at one another as they stepped out of the car.

"Blow into this please ma'am."

"Seriously? A breathalyzer? I'm not drunk officer."

"Emily, just do as he asks please." Ian said through gritted teeth.

The officer waited for her to blow, muttering something into his walkie.

"Ma'am what is that in the ashtray? It looks like marijuana."

"Oh for christs sake, it's a rolled cigarette. Some of us don't like paying by the pack!" She said crossing her arms, rolling her eyes at the man.

"It looks like a joint. And it's in plain view. May I search the car?"

"Absolutely not!" Ian and her both said in unison.

"Well I have probable cause, so me asking is just out of courtesy. Officer Gutierrez requesting back-up" he said into his walkie again.

"This is ridiculous!" She exclaimed as the officer told them both to sit on the curb, handcuffing them.

"This is your fault." She bit out at Ian.

"Shut up Lauren!" He whispered angrily.

Another officer arrived and Lauren paled as she saw them find the guns hidden in the car. She'd really fucked this one up. She might've blown this whole assignment if they were to arrest Ian. She chewed on her lip nervously, as her hands were cuffed behind her and she couldn't get to her fingernails.

What seemed like forever passed and the officer returned to the curb where they were sitting, holding up a sub machine gun in an evidence bag.

"Either one of you wanna tell me who all these guns belong to? Or do I get to arrest both of you?" He said smugly.

She looked at Ian who shook his head ever so slightly, eyes pleading with her not to do it.

"They're mine." She said boldly.

She stood while one officer uncuffed Ian and led her to the back of the squad car. She could hear Ian's yells and pleading as he tried to barrel his way between the two officers.

She laid her head back in the car, closing her eyes. She had to make it til she got her one phone call… to Clyde Easter.

"Emily?" Izzy asked worriedly over the phone.

"Yeah Izzy, what's up?" Emily asked, knowing perfectly well just what was up.

"You wanna tell me why I just had two FBI guys in my bar arresting my best employee?!" She squealed

"Wait what?" Emily said, stopping her kitchen pacing mid-step.

"Yeah, Some dark haired rude, asshole, and your one friend from the wedding just came in and told Ian he was under arrest! Wouldn't even say what for!" She said anxiously.

"The—they arrested him?" Emily asked breathily. She thought they would question him, sure, but not arrest him.

"Yeah!" Izzy cried. "God, Emily are you okay? Do you need Misty to watch the kids?"

"Yes. I mean no. I mean… not yet. There's uh—something I have to do first." Emily said hanging up abruptly.

She slammed the phone down, walking to the garage door. She opened it and crossed the empty garage filled with boxes and tools, til she found what she needed hanging along the wall. She picked up the sledge hammer and stalked back into the house.

She walked into the foyer, pacing holding the heavy hammer in both hands. Where would he hide the money? She thought desperately. Then she remembered Miami. The stairway…

She walked up to where a picture of her and the 3 kids hung in the stairway and stroked a finger over Landen's angelic face, before setting the picture down a couple steps up. She took a deep breath and picked up the hammer and swung as hard as she could. With a heavy thud and crash, drywall shattered to her feet.

Declan came running to the top of the stairs, "Mom what are you doing?!"

"Just need to get something out of here Honey, it's okay. It's not that heavy," she said indicating the sledge hammer in her hands.

"Whats in there?" Declan asked loudly as she swung again opening a giant hole in the wall. "Whoa… is that money?!" He asked, looking at a wall jam packed with stacks and stacks of money

"Money. For a very expensive lawyer, baby." She said panting.