"AUDREY PALMER, Nicole Handsdale, Michael Smith." The man who had confidently swept into the interrogation room introducing himself as SSA Derek Morgan, said, shoving photos upon photos of suspected Black Wolves crime scenes in front of her — each one more gruesome than the last. "Recognise the names? They're the latest victims of the Black Wolves."

Astra tauntingly slid one of the photos across the metal table, tilting her head slowly to the side as she carefully examined it — look tough, she told herself, don't throw up, she thought as she incredulously inspected the bloodied corpses, heads bashed in beyond recognition — had Enzo used a gun or a bat? She really couldn't tell. She tutted as she went through the photos, feeling the cold glare of Derek's eyes on her. She needed to act strong before she gave in. "Can't say I recognise this one. Do you?"

He slammed his hands down on the table, ripping the photos from her hand, "you're-". The man beside him, Spencer Reid, placed a hand on his chest, "calm down."

"Maybe you should become familiar with the people you had a hand in murdering." Derek held his composure better that time. Astra Hart knew that she was an enabling force behind countless dead bodies, to say it was a fact that didn't haunt her, would simply be a lie. Of course she hated herself, obviously she was embarrassed of the slight part of her that enjoyed being a part of them. She wished that she could rid herself of any guilt and face the judgement she deserved. But deep down, her life was more important to her than those who were already dead. So, she continued with her act.

She shrugged, a smile of feigned innocence formed on her lips. "You can't prove shit." They were going to reveal it soon, surely, she thought. Now was her only opportunity to say it. She leant in close, her face inches apart from Morgan's. Only he and the man next to him would be able to hear it. "You must be his undercover man, why else would you be so pissy at a girl you don't know?" Derek had never been so confused in his life — he couldn't even bring himself to draw his face away from hers. Spencer watched cautiously as she said her next words, "when the real agents come, let him know that I'll tell them all of the shit he made me do. Because if I'm going down for his crimes, he best believe I'm taking him with me."

"You mean-" Spencer couldn't quite grapple what was going on. "Who do you think we are?"

"You're the FBI."

"But more specifically," Morgan came out of his confused daze, "were the BAU."

"The what now?" Astra asked, feigning bewilderment — she so could've been an actress if she'd tried.

"You think someone else has given you up, someone used you as a scapegoat. Who?" Morgan asked.

"I'm not here because I'm a scapegoat," Astra started.

She continued to pique the mans interest, "then why are you in handcuffs facing life in prison?"

"How do you think he got my name?" Aaron Hotchner's hand was on the other side of the interrogation rooms door, ready to tell Morgan and Reid to give up when the girl said her next words. . .

. . . "Who do you think let the hostage go?"

authors note.
astra's really keeping them guessing tbh