"SO YOUR story is that you let Dylan Mack free, on purpose and the guy still sold you out?" Derek laughed dryly. "A very believable cover you've got there, Astra."

Leaning back in her seat, she shrugged, "I told him to sell me out. Believe me, or don't, but I needed to get out."

"Get out?" Spencer repeated, "were you there against your will?"

Astra couldn't help but let a snide remark slip, "I didn't think the FBI — BAU, whatever — would be so dense."

"Careful," Derek Morgan warned, "we're the ones that decide what to do with you, at the end of the day."

Their eyes met in a cataclysmic glare, "look, everything that's happened up until now was planned." She started, the agents behind the glass equally as intrigued as those in the room. "I tried to withdraw my savings from the bank a few days ago, Dylan was my teller," she fidgeted with her hands — something that didn't go unnoticed by Morgan, she was scared, surely — "they must have, fuck, they had to have trailed me or something, figured it out. I was meeting with that agent, too. The one that got shot."

From behind the glass, JJ gaped, "she what?"

"I was going to tell him everything — he said he could get me out of the country."

Morgan was somewhere between convinced and cautious. "So tell us what you were planning on saying to him."

She laughed spitefully, "please, I'm not an idiot. I don't feel like living the rest of my life in an orange jumpsuit."

Spencer cut in, he too, had his doubts. "What is it you want."

"Witness protection after this is done," she started, "I want a meeting with the DA or I want a ticket out of the US. But for the second one I'd need my millions back and I'm guessing you reclaimed them."

Ignoring her last sentence, Morgan asked, "why would you need witness protection if you help us catch the Black Wolves?"

The team agreed, she was a dubious girl.

"I have a lot of enemies, Mr Derek Morgan." She said with a smile, gesturing to her uniform, "some customers are so disrespectful. Why can't I treat them the same way they treat me?" The two men in the room looked at her as if to say, get to your point. "I've thrown McNuggets at. . ." She began counting on one hand before turning to the other, "eight people — what? They were such bitches."

Spencer tried ( and failed ) to suppress a laugh.

Derek wasn't quite as amused. "So you don't want your McDonalds enemies to catch you?"

She shook her head, "my enemies are everywhere. You don't seem to get what I'm hinting at — I can't go to prison. You think the Black Wolves don't have members in there? They all know who I am and they'll all think I've rat out the group — I'll be fucking killed — or worse. So you get me a deal with DA saying I'm not going to prison or you fuck off and lose your one chance to catch the Black Wolves."

Ignoring her snide remark, Morgan continued. "Okay then, tell us what you know, and we'll consider something. Who are the Black Wolves?"

"Unless I see some proof you won't shove me in a state penitentiary for twenty years with a chance of parole, I have no fucking idea who they are." She said with a smile, resting back in her chair when she noticed their pissed off expressions. "Think it through."

"You're in no position to be making demands, Miss Hart." A new voice, an older man who stood by the door, said.

"I'm not so sure about that," Astra smirked at him, "because it looks to me, agents, or doctors or whatever you all are, like I'm your only hope in catching the real bad guys, the leaders of the Black Wolves."

The agents listened closely to her. The older man ushered the men out of the room, and, like they were telepathic, they stood up in synchronisation, leaving without uttering a single word.

Astra fucking hoped that they were desperate enough to ignore the suspicious situation she had apparently put herself in.

It took barely fifteen minutes before more unfamiliar agents came into the room. A pretty blonde woman and an equally attractive brunette alongside the same older man.

"We've considered your request." The man spoke, a dull, almost bored tone to his voice. "The DA are willing to place you in witness protection if you help us take down the Black Wolves. But, Miss Getaway Driver, if you turn out to know nothing, or you're deceiving us, the deals off and you'll be headed straight for a cell."

Astra quirked an eyebrow at the blonde woman, who stood alongside the man, a dark blue folder in her hands. The female agent reached into the folder, placing a wad of papers down on the metal desk in front of her.

"So, are you willing to comply to our every request?" The blonde woman question Astra.

Someone better give Astra Hart that Oscar, "where do I sign?"

authors note.
that's the end of part one!! part two has also been edited now, so part three is all that remains !!