Little Agent Gideon

chapter twenty one

ALENA'S POV

Morgan, Emily, Spencer and I got into the car and made our way to the bar. Morgan was driving and Spencer was in the front seat. Emily and I were in the back. She tapped me on the shoulder and whispered to me

"Hey, how come you asked me to come with?"

I smiled, whispering back to her

"I wanted a women with me too so I didn't feel outnumbered."

She smiled back at me, asking another question

"And what about the situation we discussed before? I want the truth Alena because I know what you told me before isn't the truth."

I sighed, signalling for her to keep the volume down. The subject was sore for Spencer so I didn't want him to hear

"Well we are taking things slow. I am more focused on the kindling than the intimacy of the relationship. He's fine with taking it slow as am I."

A smile grew on her face

"Well I think that's good for the two of you. I don't mean that in any way, you two are just right for each other. But I gotta say if you two do have children, they are gonna be baby geniuses."

I laughed, Morgan pulled up outside the bar. We walked in and it was full of misogynistic males that were eyeing up me and Emily. I walked into the old, rustic bar feeling extremely uncomfortable. Morgan took care of Emily, placing an arm around her. Spencer did the same to me, that gave me more certainty. I walked up to the bar, flashing my badge and looking at the bar tender.

"Excuse me, may I speak with the owner of this establishment."

He whipped a cloth over his shoulder. His accent had a southern twang

"Your speaking to him sugar."

Sugar. Throw up in my mouth. He seemed friendly, the right amount of friendly. I showed a picture of a sketch that the sketch artist had drawn from a victim. He shook his head, I gave him my card and wondered around. Showing the other men in the bar the same photo. Some either shook their heads or made disgusting remarks

"If I say yes, will I get to go with you baby?"

I cringed as Spencer walked over, grabbing my arm

"Sir if you can't help, don't waste an officers time and also, she's taken."

We regrouped in a corner, gathering the same information that no one had seen the couple. All of a sudden, the door was kicked down and three gunshots were fired. I drew my gun, as did the others and I came face to face with the man. He was tall, he had brown hair and he had no facial hair. He matched the sketch so clearly. The women was a petite girl, standing at about 4'11" and weighing roughly 90 pounds. With her strawberry blonde curls, she was very pretty. Identical to the sketch and equally identical to the description of Bonnie Parker after the autopsy. The women stood by the door, locking it and the man took control. He pointed a shotgun to the group

"Hey, Listen I'm Agent Morgan. I am with the FBI, just don't shoot."

The man lashed out

"SHUT UP!"

He swung the shotgun and hit Morgan over the head, knocking him unconscious. He looked over to the remainder of us, his eyes never left me. The women was looking at Emily and Spencer but the mans eyes were locked onto me. He edged closer, I tried to reason

"Listen Sir. Please don't shoot."

He smiled, I lowered my gun as he stepped closer

"Oh don't worry honey. I would never hurt you."

His forcefully arm grabbed me and pinned me to the other side of the room. The women started to tie up the rest of the men along with Emily and Spencer on the other side. Morgan was still unconscious on the floor but she tied him up as well. The man stayed next to me, tying me up and chuckling. I asked calmly

"Sir, were you assaulted in prison?"

He looked at me, shocked

"Now, how do you know that I was in prison pretty lady?"

His hand brushed against my smooth hair, Spencer looked angry restraining from the ropes he was tied up to. I grabbed the mans hand

"Don't touch me. I knew you were in prison because so was Clyde Barrow. At the same age as you. He experienced numerous amounts of sexual assault in prison, my question is did the same thing happen to you? Is that what's triggering this persona?"

He got aggravated

"This ain't no persona. I am Clyde Barrow, say my name."

I scoffed

"Well you aren't Clyde because he died from a police shootout in 1934. I studied the case so Sir, please tell me your real name."

He raised his hand

"I AM CLYDE."

He smacked me twice and punched me in the throat. I was coughing as he squeezed my cheeks. He slowly left me, torturing the rest of the victims. After a while, I had the strength to speak up again

"You can't be Clyde."

He walked over, annoyed

"What did you say?"

The women also walked over

"You two can't possibly be Bonnie and Clyde as the main reason they died from a police shootout in 1934 but Bonnie and Clyde never took hostages. Why are you keeping us hostage?"

He slapped my cheek twice

"Oh pretty lady. We go by our own rules, now everyone listen."

He turned to the others

"You all are gonna forget our faces, you will forget we even existed."

He turned back to me

"And you with your team will drop this case. Or I'll be back, and I won't hesitate to kill you."

I chuckled

"I'll save the date in my calendar."

He hit me one final time, took the money from the register and ran out with the women. The bar owner got up and untied his hands, he went round untying everyone else. I was half in and out of consciousness. Spencer ran over to me, stroking my cheek

"Hey, Ali. Are you ok? Can you hear me?"

He untied my hands as I nodded. He lifted me up, onto my feet. I walked out of the bar to get some fresh air and went to phone Hotch. Before I dialled, I saw a small figure in the distance. He had medium length hair and shabby clothes on. His hands were wrapped with rope and he slowly walked over to me. Blood was dripping from my forehead but I dismissed that and ran over to the boy

"Hey buddy, are you ok?"

He shook his head, he was sobbing.

"Help me, the couple kidnapped me."

I held him tightly, radioing for Morgan and the rest to come out of the bar.