AFTER KATHARINE'S HOUR-LONG NAP, they finally arrived in Boston. While at Logan Airport, she made a break from the group under the guise of needing to use the bathroom when in reality, she was searching out one of her old lockboxes that she put in the area in case she ever needed to make a break for it. Luckily she was able to locate the metal box and retrieve her own sniper rifle, making sure to lock back up before leaving the airport.

Thankfully, no one questioned the additional bag she had on her shoulder when she returned to the group, all a little more preoccupied with the current situation to realize she had even returned.

They made their way to the Boston Police Station, exchanged pleasantries with the police captain there before getting settled into the conference room they had set up for us. Katharine kept her weapons close to her and stayed close to Hotch, who had wandered into the bullpen as what looked to be a wannabe mobster was dragged into the station by two uniformed officers.

"Who's that?" Hotch asked as the man was pulled away and into an interrogation room.

"Jack Fahey," Rossi told them. "Irish mob. He called Easter's cell phone twelve times in six hours."

Katharine blinked. Looks like the wannabe mobster was actually a mobster.

"Any connection to Doyle?"

"Boston PD says he's low level," Rossi said. "But the Irish mob has long-standing ties to the IRA."

Hotch nodded, looking off at where Fahey had been dragged away to. "See if you can get anything out of him."

Rossi nodded as well, departing from the two as Katharine's phone began to ring.

"Excuse me," she excused herself from Hotch, before taking the device from her pocket and wandering off to a more secluded area of the station.

"Morgan," she said, turning away from the general crowd of people.

"Hey, Katharine," her friend greeted before diving in. "Okay, so I looked into the HYDRA lead and turns out, he's only hired the sniper so far."

Katharine frowned. "Okay, but why would Doyle need a sniper?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. I do think the HYDRA connection is because he knows you're on the team though."

"Good to know he doesn't trust his usual brood to take care of me," Katharine said, looking down at her boot-clad feet. "Anything else?"

She could head Nina shuffling around on the other side before she answered, "No, that's it for now. The sooner you bag this guy the better though."

"Yeah, we're working on that. I stopped by the old lockbox at Logan," she told her. "I'm surprised it wasn't raided after SHIELD fell."

"Well, you do have one of the best working security for you," Nina bragged, causing Katharine to chuckle.

"I'll take care of the sniper," she said, keeping her voice low. She looked back at Hotch, who used his head to gesture toward the interrogation rooms. "I'll call if I need anything else."

"Alright, stay safe," Nina said before hanging up. Katharine shoved her phone back into her pocket as Hotch told her to go watch Fahey's interrogation. She complied with her boss's request and made her way to the interrogation rooms in the back.

"Why were you calling Clyde Easter so much, Jack?" she heard Rossi ask as she closed the door to the observation room. From where she stood, she had a clear view of Fahey's ear that had been blown off by, who she assumed, Emily.

Instead of answering, the weasel-looking man bounced his knee up and asked, "Anybody got a smoke?" He looked at Spencer, who was standing in the corner of the room. "How about you, beanpole?"

"What do you think?" Rossi turned to ask Spencer for his opinion.

"Narcissism masking deep-seated insecurity," her boyfriend replied, crossing his arms.

"So if we puncture his self-image, this hood rat will talk," Rossi said, leaning in and lowering his voice. His words had their intended effect, causing Fahey to practically shoot up from his seat.

"Hey, hey, hey!" he yelled. "I ain't no hood rat. You take that back."

Rossi looked back at the man unimpressed. "Well, you look like one. You smell like one." He sniffed. "You smell that?"

Katharine tried not to laugh as she watched Spencer sniff the air as well.

"Hood rat," the genius confirmed.

"I am not!" Fahey cried. "Take it back!"

"Hey, Jack," Rossi said, turning back around so that he faced the man. "Do you know what a hood rat is?"

Fahey shook his head.

"You see what I mean?" Rossi said, looking back over his shoulder at Spencer. "He's just gonna have to learn the hard way."

"All right, all right," Fahey gave in, "look, Clyde was gonna pay my medical bills, all right? This ear, it ain't growing back."

"What happened to it?" Spencer asked.

"This bitch teammate of his shot it," he confessed. So Katharine was right. "Said it was a warning. Thought she could take on this IRA Big shot named Doyle. So I told these... aah! What the hell, man?! Jeez!"

Katharine watched as Rossi grabbed what was left of the man's ear. Instinctively, her hand went up to her own ear as she winced. She hoped the cameras weren't on.

"Where's Prentiss?" Rossi demanded, not letting go of Fahey's ear.

"Who?" he whimpered, "I don't know!"

Katharine watched as Spencer slammed his hands down in front of the mobster, causing the skittish man to jump

"Lauren Reynolds," he demanded. "Where is Lauren Reynolds?"

Fahey calmed as Rossi let go of his ear, looking up at the two men with a smirk.

"Oh. Friend of yours, is she?" he asked, his hand going up to soothe his wounded ear.

"You tell us where she is right now, or I swear, I'll send you to a prison where they'll teach you what a hood rat is," Rossi promised, coming back around the table so they were facing him.

Fahey leaned back in his seat nonchalantly, crossing his arms in front of him as if he hadn't just been crying like the child he was.

"And by the time you do," he said, looking between the two men, "she'll be in pieces. So, uh... My price just went up."

Katharine frowned as Fahey told them his new price. Rossi and Spencer left the interrogation room, entering the observation room where she was.

"Two-hundred-thousand?" she asked as they stood in the bullpen. They were standing in a circle, Hotch on her left and Spencer on her right.

"What other leverage do we have?" Hotch said, looking at the man they had released from the interrogation room. She followed his gaze to see him sitting by a desk with a uniformed officer at his shoulder. Fahey waved at Katharine, who's frown deepened as she returned to the conversation.

"He asked for a smoke when I came in," she said. "If he's a nicotine addict, we could use that. He'd relax, start to run his mouth."

"Is that enough?" Hotch asked.

"It might be," Katharine said. "If not, I'm sure the roof doesn't have any security cameras."

Hotch gave her a hard look before giving her the go-ahead. They dispersed, Rossi going to gather Fahey and his cigarettes while Katharine went off to fetch her weapon. She ignored the looks she gained from the Boston officers as she pulled on her Kevlar vest.

With her weapon assembled and her vest tightly secured, she walked to the elevators where she met Rossi and Fahey, who just looked at her weapon with apprehension.

"Where'd you get that gun?" Rossi asked, looking the rifle up and down.

Katharine waved him off.

"Unimportant," she said, slinging it over her shoulder. "Let's get this guy on the roof so he can have his smoke."

They rode the elevator up in silence, getting off on the highest floor before taking the stairs the rest of the way up. Once they reached the roof, Rossi locked the door behind them and handed Fahey a cigarette, lighting the smoke stick for him.

Fahey let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"You know when a cigarette is best?" he asked, letting the smoke roll out of his mouth. "After sex with me."

He took a step forward and Rossi rushed to meet him, his arms outstretched.

"Mind your manners," he said, creating a human barrier before Katharine and Fahey.

"All right," Fahey said, holding his hands up in surrender. Katharine had to give it to him, he was still willing to flirt with a woman even when she was so clearly armed.

"You're already extorting us for Prentiss' location," Rossi said as Fahey took another hit.

Katharine tried not to breathe as the smoke was pushed in her direction due to the wind. She exhaled as the cloud passed, trying her best not to look like she was about to throw up.

"So, just out of curiosity," she said, looking the man up and down. "What's it like working for Doyle?"

The mobster took another hit before shrugging his shoulders.

"Eh," he said, blowing the smoke out of his mouth, "he's not so tough."

They let Fahey run his mouth a little. Katharine leaned into the conversation as best she could.

"Wow,' she said as he finished regaling them with his tales of the Irish mob. "I bet you're his hookup, aren't you? I mean, after all, you're the man."

Fahey looked her up and down, practically stripping her with his eyes.

"I could show you how much of a man I really am,' he tried to advance before being met with Rossi's glare. He led up his hands in surrender again. "All right, all right, all right, jeez. What's with the sexy cop/bad cop routine? What do you two think--"

He gasped as a dark red mark bloomed on his shoulder, instinctively reaching to grab at his wound. So that's why Doyle needed a sniper for.

Katharine shook the shock off quickly, pulling her weapon off her shoulder.

"Get down!" she yelled as she ducked behind a metal box, disengaging the bipod and setting it on the metal box she had crouched behind. She sat up and looked through the scope as Rossi grabbed Fahey, bringing him to the ground.

Katharine scanned the surrounding area with the use of her scope, spotting their assailant several roofs over. She lined up her shot and fired twice, catching the sniper once in the shoulder and a second time in the neck. Once she was sure they weren't getting up again, she whipped out her phone and turned back around to assess the scene.

She helped Rossi up and told him to go unlock the roof's door as her phone rang, her boss picking up moments later.

"We need a medic on the roof," she said frantically. She pinched the device between her shoulder and her ear as her hands scrambled to stop the bleeding. "Fahey's been shot."

She didn't hear his response as her phone fell from her shoulder when she reached over and tried to feel for a pulse.

One, two... she took her hands away as she realized there was nothing. Katharine swore loudly as she backed away from the dead body.

Of course, their only lead on Doyle was dead.

She swore yet again, wiping her hands off on her pants. Rossi helped her stand as she made her way over to her rifle, collapsing the bipod before slinging it back over her shoulder.

"Someone should take care of the dude I shot," she said, pointing in the direction of where Fahey's killer had once stood. "I'm not in the mood to be roof-hopping at the moment."

"ASSUMING CLYDE ISN'T THE MOLE," Garcia said, looking at her laptop screen, "we looked through the JTF's personal records again, and Jeremy made some fancy plans before his death. Specifically, he bought a large estate in Spain."

"He signed all the documents with one of his covers," JJ continued. "Made a down payment in cash, deposited the rest."

"So Jeremy sold the list to Doyle," Hotch said. Katharine frowned.

After getting changed out of her bloodied clothing, she disassembled her rifle and stowed it back into her bag. They sent a few officers along with a duo of medics over to the roof where the sniper had been posted and declared him DOA, which was great news for Katharine.

"He was the first victim," JJ said, "killed quietly. Doyle didn't want any attention until he was ready."

"Did Tsia know?"

"My guess is she didn't," Katharine said, reading over Garcia's shoulder. "From what it looks like, Tsia didn't touch that money after Jeremy died. She didn't know."

Katharine collapsed back into her chair as Hotch left the room, most likely to question Easter some more while they still had him in custody.

Garcia and JJ occasionally said a few words in exchange but left Katharine out of the chatter. She was tired, that much anyone could see. It had been a long day with virtually no breaks. They were all exhausted.

Moments later, the British Consul arrived, prompting JJ to get up from her seat and greet the man. Katharine watched as she interacted with the man before departing, most likely to get Easter.

"Do you think Easter'll help us?" Garcia asked, not looking up from her screen.

Katharine looked away from the window and at her friend. She watched as her concentration moved from the screen to her, curiosity dancing behind her eyes.

"I think he'd be a fool not to," Katharine said simply, reaching over and taking a water bottle from the center of the table. She cracked it open as Hotch left interrogation. Soon, Easter came out next, followed by JJ. Instead of meeting with the British Consul, they made their way into the conference room.

Katharine was the first to stand, reaching her hand out to greet the man.

"Katharine Morgan," she said.

"Clyde Easter," he greeted back, giving her a curious look. "You look familiar."

"Do I?" she asked. Katharine took a step back.

Hotch introduced Easter to Garcia, and then to Derek and Rossi as they entered the room. Spencer was the last to join them, greeting Easter with a wave rather than a handshake.

"I wasn't aware that you employed spies, Agent Hotchner," Easter said as soon as introductions concluded.

Katharine scowled.

"Yes," Hotch answered, looking between the two adults that were now full-on glaring at each other. "Katharine transferred to us from SHIELD following the Agency's collapse. It's not exactly public knowledge, so please do try to keep quiet."

"No," Clyde shook his head. "That's not what I meant. Your girl is working for Doyle."

Katharine scoffed at his accusation, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. "Why would I work for the guy who shot me twice?"

"Katharine, is this true?" Hotch asked, referring to Easter's bold statement.

"Absolutely not," Katharine said, her scowl deepening.

"Katharine..." Hotch warned.

Katharine grit her teeth in an attempt to stay calm. She really should have just told them everything at the beginning. It would have saved her the embarrassment of being called out by a guy who's last name was a holiday associated with a giant rabbit.

"Okay, I worked for Doyle but it's really not what anyone thinks," she said, defending herself. "It was undercover work. I never really worked for him. I just did what I was told and I did it well."

"Yet you still died," Easter retorted.

Katharine stood from her chair abruptly, her hand resting on her holstered weapon as a threat. She glared at the man standing across from her.

"How about you try it?" she said, fingers moving to undo the button on the outside of her holster. "Bet you'd still look pretty fuckin smug with a bullet in your brain."

"Okay!" Spencer said, coming between the two of them. He put one hand on top of her's, his touch calming her ever so slightly. She scowled, realizing the scene she had been about to make. "Let's not try to kill our allies before they can help us."

She removed her hand from her weapon and apologized to the room, settling back in her seat as Hotch prompted Easter to present the original profile his team had created on Doyle.

"Ian Doyle's a power-assertive psychopath," he started after shooting a wary look over at Katharine and Spencer, the latter having his arms wrapped around the still-seething woman. "He's highly controlling and very explosive when something doesn't go as planned."

"And how does this fit in with who he is as a family annihilator?" Rossi asked, drawing the attention away from Katharine. "And what Prentiss's role in it is."

"Annihilators have a romanticized view of who their family is," Spencer said, not bothering to remove himself from Katharine's side.

"Well, actually, he was an orphan," Easter refuted.

"Well, they think of family as their possession," Derek said. "Until some law shatters that and starts them killing."

"But Doyle was never married," Easter said. He watched as Katharine reached over and took up the document that read their original profile on Doyle.

"Children?"

Easter shook his head. "No."

"You run your profile that he carried out his murders with surgical-like precision," Spencer said, reading the document over Katharine's shoulder.

"Yes."

"With no collateral damage," Derek tacked on.

"That's right."

"Perhaps this child was a surrogate for one he had," Rossi said, following the theory.

Katharine frowned, removing herself from Spencer's arms.

"Say Doyle had a child and you didn't know about it," she offered. "Is it possible that Emily did?"

"Then why would she keep it from me?" Easter was still hostile toward the light-skinned woman, which was understandable. She had, after all, been extremely tempted to blow his head off a minute ago.

"Who else was in the compound the day that you arrested Doyle?" Hotch asked him.

"Just his staff."

"All Irish?"

"Yeah."

"That's a start."

"I GOT HIM!" Garcia called excitedly from her spot in the conference room. Katharine made her way back over to him, a fresh cup of coffee in hand. "I matched Irish immigration records based on Doyle's employees. Declan Jones, he's the only boy who matches. He settled in Boston eight years ago, adoptive guardian Louise Jones."

"I knew Louise Jones," Easter said, coming up on the other side of Garcia. "She was Doyle's housekeeper."

"Are they still alive?" Hotch asked.

"Declan and his mother went missing seven years ago. Bodies were never found," Katharine watched as another file popped up on Garcia's screen. "Wait, what is this?" She opened the file. "Uh... God, someone took pictures of them being shot."

"Is there an address?" she asked.

"That looks like a warehouse," Garcia said, already bringing up a map. She started typing in parameters. "It's gotta be big enough to house a small army. That's weapons, supplies. Let's see... which means it has its own perimeter. I got it, 1518 Adams street."

Spencer replaced Katharine at Garcia's side as she walked away to get ready to move to their next location. She restrapped her vest and double-checked her weapons to make sure they were all loaded.

"Wait, wait," Spencer said, attracting Katharine's attention, "look at that. Morgan, Kat, come look at this."

Katharine rounded the table, leaning over Spencer's shoulder.

"It's black clothing and a hand, Reid," Derek said, strapping down the rest of his vest.

"No," he said, pointing at the photo. "Look at the fingernails."

"Oh, my God."

"Agent Prentiss is the only friendly in the building. Rescuing her is our primary objective. Our only advantage here is stealth. Once they know we're on site, there's nothing to stop them from killing her. So we keep it quiet until we get to her."

Katharine entered the building with her own team, shooting the first guard she sees without hesitation. Thank God for the invention of silencers, she thought as she made her way through the building.

She and her team cleared every room on their end, taking out hostiles as necessary. Once they cleared their whole end of the building, she gave the order to round up as many people as they could before exiting the building.

It was when she heard her comms crackle to life that she stopped to listen.

"I got her!" she heard her cousin call. "I got her in the basement on the South Side. I need a medic."

Katharine made a break for the South Side. She ran around the perimeter of the building before finding the entrance Derek's team had gone in. She went in the opposite direction of the evacuating SWAT team, finding her way into the basement where she found Derek holding Emily up.

She nearly vomited at the sight of the wooden stake shoved into her friend's stomach.

"Oh fuck," she cursed, sliding to Emily's side. Katharine put her hands where the bleeding was coming from, attempting to stem the bleeding.

When the medics came, she was the one that had to pry Derek from her side. Katharine pulled her cousin away from their friend so that she could be lifted out of there.

"Go with her," she found herself saying once they broke the surface. "We'll meet you at the hospital."

Katharine took the keys from Derek and made her way to the SUV. She didn't wait for Hotch, immediately turning on the engine and flicking on her lights as she trailed the ambulance.

She sent a prayer for her friend, repressing the tears that threatened to fall as she made her way through the city.

Please, she begged. Let her live.

KATHARINE KNEW WHAT DEATH FELT LIKE. She's died before, twice, in fact. The first time, she saw nothing. There was nothing around her but absolute darkness. 

The second time... she wished she saw nothing. The second time she died, she saw her friends gathered around her deathbed as they cried. She couldn't do anything about it. It was torture, to just sit around and watch.

She could only imagine what Emily saw.

As soon as JJ reemerged into the hospital room and told them that Emily never made it off the table, Katharine lost her faith in God.

That selfish asshole that wanted to keep Emily for himself. She wondered what Emily saw that made the temptation too strong. Maybe she was greeted with a warmth that drew her in until she didn't fight any longer. Maybe she saw herself telling her that it was time.

Whatever it was, Katharine didn't want to know.

She stumbled out of the hospital, not bothering to stick around to hear anything else. She sat on the curb as the city passed her by, as the city kept moving as she mourned the loss of her friend.

Katharine looked to the sky as the morning sun broke through the night sky. She allowed her tears to fall as she sent one last prayer up into the sky.

Take care of her, she prayed as the sun's rays caressed her gently. She's gone to you now.