What happens when the team accidentally catches a killer who kills killers? What will the team think about their methods? Will it cause a divide within the team?
***Side note: Hotch isn't going to have a kid in here because no offense but Jack doesn...
"I need you to go undercover as a college student." Hotch says after calling me into his office.
"You're joking, right?" I scoff.
"Not even remotely." He says with a straight face.
"I've never been to college." I argue.
"But you have murdered before." He counters and now I'm confused.
"I want you to take a student law class. The professor likes to call it; How to get away with Murder. I need you to get to the top of the class." Hotch says and I quirk a brow.
"Your new name is Dee Alder." Hotch says and gives me my new ID.
"Oh, there's also a student who goes there, Lila Stangard. She went missing yesterday. I want you to look into it, see what you can find out." He says and shows me a photo.
"You gonna be checking in on me I suppose." I say thinking back to the last time I went undercover.
"No, if you need anything call Garcia on a pay phone, or whatever isn't traceable." He answers and I can't help but be surprised.
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I get to my small apartment and can tell Hotch didn't spring luxury on my behalf. But at the same time it's better that he didn't because I need to blend in.
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It's not a lot but it's enough, I'll be just fine. I don't usually stay in the places I live all that often, I tend to go out at night more, take walks and stuff like that. If it has the basic necessities, it works for me.
My phone goes off and I roll my eyes when I see that it's Patrick.
"Sup." I answer the phone.
"Just checking in, seeing how you're doing." Patrick says casually and I scoff.
"How many times do I have to tell you I'm fine?" I ask.
"It's not a crime to be worried about you."
"It should be. I'm getting sick of it." I scoff.
"I heard you're in California again." He changes the subject.
"Yeah, undercover, so you can't pop in whenever you want."
"Oh, like, let's say outside your apartment door?" He asks and I hear a knock.
"You have got to be kidding me." I huff and open the door to see Patrick standing there with a smile on his face and a bag of take out in his hand.
"Thought I'd welcome you with a nice, luke-warm meal." He chuckles and I scoff and let him in.
I had talked to him about the Red John case. I told him the truth, that I don't remember anything. I was in bed one minute and the next I was laying in someone's lawn, bleeding from my arm.
