Spencers POV
"This is so cute," Garcia said as she looked at the tattoo on Nya's upper back.
"It is really nice," Emily added.
"Thanks, guys. Could you hand me my jacket?" Nya said.
I handed her the jacket that was behind me. She fixed her shirt and then put her jacket on.
"I can't believe you got a tattoo, with Spencer's name no less," Derek said.
"Love is a very strong thing," Nya responded.
"I might just get one myself," I added.
"Guys we're ready for you," JJ said.
We all walked into the conference room where Rossi and Hotch already were.
We all sat down and JJ handed each of us a folder with the information on the case.
"Wait, this is about a sex trafficking ring, this isn't in our jurisdiction," Derek said.
"No it isn't, but the CIA and the FBI have been working to find the leader of this sex trafficking ring. Hundreds of women and even men across the states have been getting kidnapped and sold. One of the chains is having an auction today in a couple of hours and I need one of you to infiltrate them." Hotch said.
"But none of us have training being undercover," Emily said.
"Nya does," Hotch responded.
"Wait, you want Nya to go undercover in a sex trafficking auction?" I ask.
"It makes sense, she has more undercover work under her belt than any of us. When she got here, she was undercover. I see no one else as fit to do the job as she is." Rossi added.
"That's only if Nya wants to do it," Hotch said.
Everyone looked at Nya and waited for her decision.
"Sure." She said.
I took her out of the room to speak with her.
"You don't agree with my decision." She said.
"No, I don't."
"May I ask Why?"
"You can get hurt or killed or worse. What if they figure out you work for the federal government, there's no way of knowing what they would do to you."
"Spencer, I can take care of myself. Ive been in way worse places with way worse people. I can handle this."
"I know you can, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to worry."
"I know, but I will work with Hotch and we will gather all the info I need. The team will be on comms, and I'll call for backup if I need it, I will be prepared, I promise."
"Ok," I said.
"Ok, I'm going to go spar with Derek. I'll see you later, ok."
"Yeah."
Nya walked out of the room but I couldn't help but feel helpless. I didn't want her going alone and I wasn't about to let her so I decided to talk to Hotch.
"What is it, Reid?" Hotch asks.
"I don't think Nya should go on this case alone," I responded.
"Nya is highly qualified to do this. I don't doubt she can do what needs to be done."
"I don't doubt it either, but she can't go in there without backup."
"And you suggest, you go with her?" He asks.
"Yes," I respond.
"Reid, you have no undercover training."
"It's an auction, it's not like I'm going into a drug cartel, and I'm not letting Nya go without any backup, she's my wife."
He took a minute to respond to me.
"Fine. I'll have a friend of mine come work with you, get you ready and you'll be meeting Nya there."
"Thank you, Hotch."
"Don't get yourself killed." He said.
Nya's POV
I drove and parked on the side of the auction building. I was wearing a long blue dress that caressed my body perfectly. I had my hair done and some jewelry to make myself look rich. That's usually how you appeal to people of this caliber.
I left my gun in my car and took my clutch purse with me that had some of my belongings. I stepped outside of the car and started walking when I saw another car pull up behind me. It was Spencer in a black suit.
He looks amazing.
"Spencer, what are you doing here?" I asked.
"I couldn't let you come here alone, and you look amazing by the way." He responded.
"Thank you, and you do too, but you can't be here. Something could happen and you could get hurt. You catch criminals, you don't know how to infiltrate them."
"I'll be fine. I'll follow your lead, whatever you say, I'll do it. I just couldn't let you go alone."
"Ok, fine, but you have to listen to what I say."
"Ok, I will."
"Good, oh shoot I forgot my knives in the car. Could you get them for me?" I asked.
"Knives?"
"Yes, knives, the ones you cut with. They are in front of the passenger seat in a small box."
Spencer proceeded to get the knives from the car. I could tell he was confused as to why I needed knives. I have a mini belt on each of my thighs, with knife sheaths on them and each one holds 3 knives, so I'm carrying 6 knives on my person.
"Why do you have so many knives?" Spencer asked.
"For protection. Guns are easy to spot, they scream "Feds", but if you have something a bit smaller and less noticeable like knives, you can be more discreet." I said.
I looked at Spencer in his eyes and proceeded to take the gun that was in his jacket pocket.
"See, easy to spot," I said.
I put his gun in my car where mine was.
"You don't think I'll need it?" He asked.
"I certainly hope not," I replied.
He held my hand and that comforted me. I'm kind of glad I'm not doing this on my own but I surely don't want anything happening to Spencer.
"Oh, I'm going to need you to take your ring off," I said.
"Why?"
"It's not a part of our facade. I'm supposed to be Rachel Miller, this rich single entrepreneur from Canada, and you will be Andrew Scott, my friend and business partner. Just friend, meaning we can't walk in there with wedding rings." I responded.
"Fine." He said.
Spencer took his ring off of his finger and put it in the car.
He held my hand and while we were walking, he stopped for a second and kissed me.
"What was that for?" I asked.
"Well I won't be able to kiss you once we're inside so I just wanted to do it now." He responded.
I smiled at him and kissed him again. Even in the most nerve-wracking situations, he could always put a smile on my face.
Once we got inside, Spencer and I were in complete shock. There was a huge amount of people participating in this auction. Most of the people were seated in what looked like a theatre or auditorium. There was also a bar nearby.
Spencer and I took a seat next to this white elderly couple. I could tell Spencer was uncomfortable and jittery so I offered to get him a drink. He said he wanted a Shirley Temple so I made my way over to the bar.
"Can I get a Shirley temple please?" I ask the bartender.
"Coming right up." He replies.
There was a random man next to me, he would look at me for a second and then take his eyes off me. It took him a couple of seconds to actually say something.
" I didn't take you as a Shirley Temple type of woman."
"It's for my f-friend," I said as I stumbled over my words a little.
"Ah I see, I've never seen you around here before, I'm Javier." He says as he introduces himself to me.
"Rachel," I said.
"You're very beautiful, Rachel."
"So I've heard," I said.
"Where are you from?" He asked.
"Canada," I responded.
"Nice, So what brought you into the sex trafficking business?" He asked.
"A friend of a friend," I said, trying to avoid any questions like that.
"Well, people don't usually get into this kind of business because of their friends. There must be something in it for you."
"Is there a problem here?" Spencer said as he approached Javier and I.
"Ooo, defensive. I'm guessing this is your friend." Javier says.
I nod my head.
"There's no problem here, sir, but I'll leave you two to chat. It was nice meeting you, Rachel."
He took my hand and kissed it.
I could see Spencer wince a little like it hurt his soul to see another man kiss me on the hand like that.
Javier then walked away and Spencer stood in front of me.
"I'm going to need something stronger than this Shirley temple." He said
I couldn't help but chuckle.
Despite how Spencer might be feeling at the moment, it doesn't change the fact that I only have eyes for him, and I'm going home to him at the end of the day.
Spencer and I went to sit down since the auction was about to start.
The auctioneer stated how the auction was going to work and they had multiple people on stage in chains and barely any clothes, while the bidders bid on them. It made me sick to my stomach. You would think that after all the things I've done and seen, that would be the worst of it but no. This was the worst of it, human labor. Humans buying other humans for their own personal gain was absolutely sickening.
Spencer held my hand. It was like he was reading my mind, he knew that this was making both of us sick. As parents, and seeing how evil the world can be.
"Hey, I'm going to go find the restroom, I'll be back, ok," Spencer said.
"OK, be safe."
He stared at me for a second before getting up. I could tell he wanted to kiss me but remembered where we were.
He got up to go find the restroom and I saw Javier get up out of his seat as well shortly after. I don't know what to make of that but I'll find out.
Spencer's POV
I found the bathroom luckily and went to go relieve myself. I went to wash my hands and saw the guy Nya was talking to at the bar standing by the bathroom door.
Next thing I knew, someone came up behind me and put a rag over my mouth and nose and everything went dark.
When I woke up, I was no longer in the bathroom but in a small lit room with grey walls. There was one door in front of me, and one door behind me. There were two men standing by the front door, guarding it. I heard someone come in through the back door and it was the same guy Nya was speaking to.
He had a gun in his hand. I looked down and saw blood all over my tux when I realized that I was the one bleeding. I looked at the gun he was waving around in my face and it had blood on it too. He hit me with the gun, repeatedly.
"I know all about your friend out there, Nya. Man, she's gorgeous, too bad I'm going to have to kill her then kill you."
"What are you talking about?" I said in a groggy manner.
"Don't play stupid with me, I know you work for the feds. She, I never would've guessed, but you, you're a dead giveaway away. So tell me what it is that I need to know, and I won't give you a torturous death."
"I'll never tell you anything," I said.
He got upset and hit me again.
I could hear Nya's voice in the distance. She had come looking for me. She found the front door and kicked it open with high heels.
When she saw me, she tried to run to me, not even noticing the two guards that were near the door. The guards held her by her arms and held her in place. She let out screams of agony, seeing me this way.
"I can see you care about him. I point this gun at you, and you barely flinch but I point the gun at him, and your whole body jerks. I'm guessing you two are a couple."
"Javier, please, I'm begging you, don't hurt him, I'll do whatever you want, just please let him go."
"No I'm going to kill him, but I wanted him to watch you get roughed up a little bit so I brought some friends." He said.
The two guards dropped Nya to the floor and four other guards came in the room. Nya looked at me like all she wanted to do was keep me safe, but something in her eyes changed quickly. All I could see was anger and hate. Those were the assassin's eyes, the monster she had tried so hard to bury, it rose once again.
One by one, she killed all 6 of those guards with the knives she had on her. She slit three of their throats, stabbed two, and broke one of the guy's neck.
I had never seen her this way, but I wasn't scared, I was impressed.
Nya's POV
I took the last knife that I had on me and pointed it towards Javier.
"Let him go, NOW!"
"You think that I'm scared of you, I will shoot you right now." He said as he pointed the gun at me.
I walked so close to him that the gun was on my chest.
"You're not afraid? you should be."
"Javier, put the gun down before she kills you. You and I both know even if you did shoot her, she would come back to life just to kill you."
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. A woman walked into the room. A woman who looked exactly like....
"Mom?"
"Hello, darling."
"No, no, no, this can't be right. You died years ago."
"No, you thought I died years ago when really I've been building an empire."
"You..this is your sex trafficking ring? You did all of this?"
"Of course, how else is one supposed to make a living and earn millions and millions of dollars?"
Before I could even say anything, FBI agents came busting through the door. Javier and my mother started to run away. I could have thrown the knife at Javier and killed him instantly for torturing my husband, but my mother, my mother was the leader, the boss, the connoisseur of it all. She needed to be taken down. I took the knife and threw it at her leg, she fell and the FBI was able to take her in.
I went to check on Spencer and he was unconscious. His face was so bloody that it made me cry.
"Oh my God. WE NEED A MEDIC!" JJ yelled as she saw Spencer.
The paramedics came and put Spencer on a stretcher.
Derek came into the room and didn't say a word, he just hugged me.
"This is all my fault, I never should have let him come. I mean, I killed all these people. I killed all these people in front of him. It was stupid, I'm so stupid." I said as I started to cry in his arms.
"Nya, this isn't your fault, you did what you had to do as an agent and you protected Spencer. We got these poor women and men out of here and they'll be getting the help that they need."
"Oh my God Derek, My mother."
"What about your mother?" He asked.
"It's her. She's the big boss here. This is her doing."
"She's the leader of the ring?" He asked.
"Yes," I responded.
"Oh God."
"You can't let anyone question her but me," I said.
"Nya..."
"Don't Nya me. I'm questioning her. I'm going to the hospital to see if Spencer is ok. Could you guys just delay questioning for one night? Spencer is my first priority right now."
"Ok, I'll talk to Hotch."
"Thank you," I said before giving him another hug and heading to the hospital to see Spencer.
The doctors said that he would have to stay overnight. He had to get multiple stitches on his forehead and He has some broken ribs.
I didn't want to leave his side and the doctors told me that I could go home and get some rest but I simply went home to take a shower and headed right back to the hospital.
As I was sitting at Spencer's bedside, I got a phone call from Serenity. I answered the phone and it was Reina. I don't know why but hearing her voice made me cry.
"Mommy, are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine sweetie, I'm just worried about your dad a little, that's all."
"Is he going to be ok?"
"Yeah, he will be, but you don't worry about that ok, just be good to Serenity."
"Ok, bye Mommy."
"Bye, darling."
After that phone call, I just started bawling my eyes out. For some reason, I felt like all of this was my fault.
"Nya...."
Spencer was awake. I didn't say anything, just kissed him. Sometimes actions speak louder than words.
"why are you crying?" Spencer asked as he wiped my tears.
"I was just really worried about you," I said in a teary voice.
"I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere." He said reassuringly.
I lay on his chest and could hear his heart beating. That was the most comforting sound.
I'm just glad that Spencer is safe, and tomorrow, tomorrow I deal with my mother.