Revelation
Ten minutes have already passed, and she still won’t tell JJ and Tara why she did it. We shouldn’t have trusted her like that. Garcia hasn’t found anything about her from the phone call yet, either. I’m not this patient—if she won’t tell us anything in the next five minutes, I’m going in myself.
“All right, Griffin, we’re done with your games,” I say firmly. “If you won’t tell us anything when you said you would, we’re done with you.”
“Just calm down, sweet pea. You’re not asking the right questions,” she says with a sly smile. “Maybe let them sit this one out and you ask the questions instead.”
“And you’ll tell us everything?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
“Again, if you ask the right questions,” she replies, that same smile on her face.
“Who did you call?”
“You’ll find out in a minute.”
“Why did you need the classified information?”
She rolls her eyes. This Bitch. “For my case,” she says firmly.
“What case?”
“A kid I’m handling is connected to it. Her past is linked to the case.”
“Who’s the kid?”
“You don’t need to know that.”
“Yes, I do need to know. Because if it’s a victim, none of this would be happening,” I snap.
“You don’t know her,” she says curtly.
“Please, just answer,” I say, keeping my voice steady.
“Fine.” She rolls her eyes again. “Maya Bennett. You don’t know her, do you?” she asks with a raised eyebrow.
“No,” I admit.
“She’s the child of a police officer who was shot. That’s why you don’t know her—you never knew her father. He died before the BAU took the case,” she explains, disappointment heavy in her voice. “Look, I know what I did was wrong, but I just wanted to give her closure about her father’s death. She was three when it happened. You know... she was just a child. All she had was her father, and I know that’s no excuse for what I did. If I thought it was, I wouldn’t be here.”
“You’re willing to be arrested for a kid?” I ask, almost incredulous.
“Agent Prentiss, isn’t it pretty obvious by now?” she says with a bittersweet smile. “I would do anything for those kids—just to make them happy.”
After that, she answered all the questions truthfully—no lies this time. She was serious, with no jokes or sarcasm. It was clear she truly cared for those kids. The passion in her eyes said it all.
*Knock, knock*
“Come in,” I say.
“Someone’s looking for you,” Luke says, standing at the doorway.
“Alright. JJ, can you continue, please?” I say as I leave the room.
Rossi points toward my office without a word. I make my way over, open the door, and freeze. Sitting there, calm and composed, is the Attorney General of New York.
“How can I help you, sir?” I ask, stepping inside.
“Ah, good. You know who I am,” he replies.
“Yes, of course,” I say, keeping my tone professional.
“Well, you can start by telling me where the hell my niece is,” he says, his voice calm but laced with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Pardon?” I ask, confused. “Who is your niece exactly?”
“Eve,” he says, leaning forward slightly. “Her full name is Evelyn Griffin.”
Holy shit. That bitch is gonna get away.