Wheels Down in 30

~ he is adorable is he not ~

~ The trick to surviving an interrogation is patience. Don't offer up anything. Don't explain. Answer the question and only the question that is asked so you don't accidentally put your head in a noose ~

"I'm just a communications liaison not a big fancy Special Agent but I do believe that when one gives you information you don't arrest them and place them in an interrogation room."

The agent in front of me glares, "Zip it pretty girl." He snaps.

My eyes widen in mock disbelief, "I also believe that agents aren't supposed to flirt with the suspect. I'm a suspect right? Because that's the only viable reason that I have cuffs digging into my skin right now." I calmly say, jingling the cuffs for emphasis.

He ignores me, "Why didn't Mr. Valentino show up?"

"Aren't you the agent? I think it's pretty textbook and correct me if I'm wrong, but I think you were made."

"Don't get smart with me."

"I'd say ditto but I haven't yet witnessed your intelligence so..." I click me tongue, trailing off.

A bang vibrates through the room.

"Why didn't Mr. Valentino show up to the meet?" He demands.

I sigh dramatically, placing my head upon my right hand, pouting my bottom lip, "I feel like I'm being interrogated by a very sad salad. Like salmonella contaminated romaine with old pruny tomatoes and-"

"Enough!"

"Expired cesar salad dressing..." I trail off with raised eyebrows.

"You are an FBI agent Ms. Valentino, I suggest you act like it."

"Well its a good thing that's a suggestion." I swear to god I just heard someone laugh through the two way mirror.

"I won't repeat myself."

"Fine don't, be lazy, I don't care. But well your at it why don't you go watch some Scooby-Doo or hell even Dora the Explorer because cartoon characters are better at their jobs then you are Mr. FBI. They might teach you some investigative skills."

"Your grandfather had killed multiple people, government agents-"

"Allegedly."

"Letting him go-"

"I never let the man go, again I'm not a Special Agent but I think I can use some common sense and come to the conclusion that he most likely made you and walked his criminal ass the other way."

"Language!"

"English! But I can speak Italian and Spanish, a wee bit of French. Does cockney count?"

Before he could respond the door opens, Rossi and Aaron walking in. The guy turns pale and quickly stumbles out of the room, earning an amused look from me, "He is adorable is he not?" They both ignore me, taking a seat.

The can be mad at me all they want but having someone arrest me in front of Jack warrants me to be extra bitchy. Especially since it was our goodbye day, and it was in the middle of DQ. I don't know what went through anyone's minds when they thought that was a good idea but I would love to have a word with whoever okayed it. A very violent and threatening word.

Rossi takes off my cuffs, although I'm careful not to flinch this time.

Leaning back in his chair, he studies me, "Do you know why you're here?" Aaron's flat voice asks.

I tilt my head to the side, piercing my lips, "Technically I was not informed of the reasons behind my visit to this lovely interrogation room but I'm a big girl, I figured it out," my response earns a disapproving look from Aaron and a bemused look from Rossi.

I shake my head in fake disappointment, "Tsk Tsk Tsk, oh Hotchkins you have very little room to be disappointed in me. I am not the liar in this relationship."

Hotch slightly flinches from my formality, that being the first time I've ever used his last name, in any sense. It was always Aaron. "Were you not read your rights?" He asks, his face void of emotions.

I shake my head, "Hey that's illegal right HotchScotch?" I rhetorically question.

"You have-"

"The right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you can not afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights I just read you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?" I recite in a bored tone, one eyebrow raised, my head lazily resting on both my hands.

"So do you?"

I feign being appalled, "I would not prefer doing that in a interrogation room."

"What?"

"I don't think it's appropriate for a federal agent to tell me to 'do' myself, in fact, I find that highly inappropriate."

"Dan-"

"Francesca." I correct.

"Ms. Valentino-"

"Francesca." I correct more firmly, adding a glare in for good measure.

Aaron sighs, "Did you or did you not warn Mr. Valentino of the FBI's case on bringing him down."

I roll my eyes, slouching down, my arms flat against the table with my head rested upon them, "It would be a humongous waste of my time, and honestly, patience, if my whole plan was to arrange a meeting with my grandfather then give that information to Strauss before warning my grandfather of the FBI's involvement. Seems a bit of a hassle."

Truth is, I hated that man with every fiber of my being. It wasn't hard to figure out his existence after being in interrogation room after interrogation room when ex boyfriend 1 & 2 bodies where found. Strange way to say 'hey I care about you' also strange that Michael was still alive. Though I had a feeling it wouldn't be long.

I had no reason to try, in any way, to defend the man that shares the same DNA as me, and the fact that Aaron or David thought I would- could- was what pissed me off. Salvaging any relationship with the two of them was going to be a lengthy process for sure.

"If your lying-"

"I won't be responsible for anyone's death. I didn't kill them."

"I never said it would."

"You wanted to."

It grows silent again, before the oh so familiar sound of a knock against glass rings through the chilly interrogation room.