SSA Scottley - A collection - S.R.

Entropy

Through the microphone behind Spencer's tie, the team heard a click.

"What was that?" JJ asked.

"Was that what I think it was?" Tara added.

"Everybody hold." Hotch ordered.

Lily frowned. Without even looking, she knew it.

"She has a gun on him under his table." Morgan confirmed. She bit her lip again.

"Why are we here, Spencer?" She asked.

"We're here because you belong to a network of 4 hitmen who've been operating in the shadows of the Internet. You're known as Miss .45. My team and I have been hunting for months, and I knew that if I boxed you in, I could arrest you with as little resistance as possible."

"Your team being the behavioral analysis unit of the FBI?" She asked, almost in a mocking tone. "You guys are good. You're the only ones that got close to us. But we got kind of close to you, too, didn't we? Hi, Penelope."

At that, both Lily and Morgan stiffened, only imagining what was going through their best friend's head right now. Thankfully she was safe with Hotch at Quantico. And when Lily glanced at Derek, he knew what she meant and nodded. She was safe.

"Do you know why I'm so good at my job?" She continued.

"Because you kill without compunction or remorse." He answered in a heartbeat.

"That only gets a girl so far in life." She scoffed. "No, it's because I think through every potential outcome and then I plan accordingly. You see, I didn't walk into your trap. You walked into mine. Where's your head, Spencer? What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about entropy." He said. She hummed, as she scooted closer to him. Lily could almost hear her dress gliding against the leather couch as she neared him... She bit her lip harder. That was not the time. "It's the thermodynamic measure of the degradation of matter and energy in the universe. To put it another way..."

"There's your gun." She said, as Lily suddenly realized she had been running her hands all around his body to get a grip of his gun in his coat. It was Derek's turn to calm her down with a knowing look.

"Good evening." A voice Lily didn't recognize rang on her ears, snapping her out of it. She assumed it was a waiter.

"Hi, uh, you know what? We've been having so much fun getting to know one another; we'll let you know when we're ready, ok? Thank you." Cat said, confirming Lily's suspicions. "Now that we got that out of the way, will you do me a favor and tell Blondie McBlonderson over there at the bar to disappear?"

"JJ, stand down." Hotch's voice came through the earpiece and only then did JJ get up to leave the bar, her drink still untouched.

As she walked out of the restaurant, toward the kitchen where they were told to wait if their covers were blown, Lily was sure she had never seen JJ walk so gracefully.

"Thanks for playing, sweetie." Cat taunted when she passed, and Lily had to hold back a smirk when JJ didn't even glance in her direction at all.

"If she learns how many agents we have outside, she'll start shooting. Dave, get ready to take her out." Hotch said.

"Yeah." Rossi mumbled back.

"Reid, do not let her get up from the table." The Unit Chief ordered.

"All right, you're in charge." He responded. Smart. Fitting comment to both of his conversations. "Tell me what you want and I'll see if I can get it here for you."