My take on how the events in ‘Lauren’ should have gone down.
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Spoilers: through S7 before Prentiss gets killed off. There is no Seaver yet.
Alright, enough is enough.
Derek Morgan didn’t even bother to check his mirrors before abruptly swerving into the left turn lane and turning sharply. His partner, Emily Prentiss, stifled a surprised yelp and grabbed onto the overhead handle bar.
“What’re you doing? The freeway is back there!”
“I’m getting ‘creative with my driving’, Prentiss. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Morgan replied. That shut her up for a moment, although he heard her mutter something under her breath.”So tell me what you do know about Ian Doyle.” He glanced over and caught the brief expression of surprise before her face became that familiar bland mask that he was really starting to hate. “I know you said you didn’t work directly on his case, but did you know any of the agents who did?”
She blew out a slow breath, her mind racing. “With terrorist organizations and arms dealers, we utilize a source that the FBI does not–infiltration,” she began. “Doyle is a narcissistic sociopath; he doesn’t trust anyone who hasn’t proved their loyalty and has as much to lose–if not more–than he does. He is fiercely protective of what he considers his, be they human possessions or other wise. He–”
“Prentiss.” Morgan interrupted impatiently. “We already profiled the guy. I know all of this. What about the agent who infiltrated his camp?”
“I don’t–” she began, but he interrupted again, following a hunch that was growing more and more with each second.
“Let me tell you what I think, and you tell me if I’m right.” He barely waited for her hesitant nod before continuing. “The agent was female, because Doyle is a dominant narcissistic personality, and wouldn’t trust a male partner on equal footing with his secrets. She wasn’t subservient, but she had to yield on most things physical so that she could get in his head. She’s smart, probably speaks multiple languages, and definitely fits his physical ‘type’. He probably tested her almost immediately, asking her to do a job or find a contact that his own men couldn’t take care of, but that she accomplished easily. That put her on a near equal status and gave him some dirty laundry to pin on her right away, but it also made him suspicious, because she succeeded.” He paused and glanced at her. She was staring out of the window, but he knew she was listening intensely. “The more she got into his head, the more he got into hers. You are who you pretend to be, so be careful who you pretend to be,” he quoted, and was gratified to see the faint smile flash across her face at the familiar words. “Am I on the right track?”
She closed her eyes briefly, knowing that her answer would change everything. “Yes.” She didn’t turn to look at him, but her fingers restlessly picked at her nails even as her gaze was far away, caught up in a memory.
Morgan’s heart dropped as she confirmed his fears and suspicions with one word. “So who are you pretending to be right now?”
Her eyes shot open as she turned to look at him. “I don’t–”
Oh, hell no. Morgan pulled over to the curb and put the SUV in park before turning to face her, his eyes dark with intensity. “Cut the bullshit, Prentiss. You and I both know that you are in this much deeper than you want to admit. Whether that woman was you, or a close friend of yours, you know Doyle, otherwise you wouldn’t be running scared right now. I am asking you one last time to trust me. Trust the team, and let us do our job.”
“Don’t do this Morgan. It’s not your fight.”
“Dammit, Emily! ” He exploded. “Don’t you get it? We’re a team. We’re partners. We’re family, and we protect our own.
You’re doing exactly what he wants! Even after all this time, he’s still in your head, crippling and isolating you from those that would do anything to help you nail this son of a bitch once and for all.” His voice turned cold. “At least do us the common courtesy of leaving some useful bread crumbs before you run so that we can prepare for his attacks.”
She lost her breath at the blunt truth in his words. He was right. He’s meticulous. He plans everything down to the last detail–including you. Tsia and Clyde’s words from the conversation on the train echoed in her head. Doyle knew she would react to his threatening her team, knew she would want to take the fight directly to him. He had planned on it.
Morgan waited, watching the conflicting emotions flit across her expressive face. He didn’t realize he had been holding his breath until she said quietly, “you’re right. All this time…you’re right.” She met his gaze squarely, and he saw the steely resolve in them. “Let’s finish this, and then we need to talk.”
He exhaled slowly and nodded, putting the SUV back in gear to ease back into traffic. He knew she meant that they needed to meet with the rest of the team, but that wasn’t the only conversation that was pending between him and Emily Prentiss. That would have to wait until after Doyle was dead though.