"Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable." - Shakespeare

CHAPTER 8

THIRD PERSON POV

recap:

"I want a fortune cookie, they're so much fun!" Sparrow cheers, smiling brightly at the three men.

Rolling his eyes Spencer scoffs under his breath, "You think everything is fun, from getting kidnapped to being tortured."

"Okay, let's do this!" North says with a clap, interrupting the building argument between the two siblings. He had plenty of experience being involved in the arguments, and he didn't want to watch someone else argue at the moment. Especially not people that he liked. Or people that his Sang Baby liked.

Grabbing the handles on Sparrow's wheelchair he spins it towards the door. Silas shrugged, ignoring his confusion at the out of character actions for North, and grabbed Spencer's chair. Spencer just groaned and rolled his eyes again, they were all going to be in trouble. 

currently:

"What did I say?" Spencer asks quietly, cutting his eyes to Sparrow who had her arms crossed and an evil glint in her eye as they both watch the scene unfold in front of them. 

The race had gone spectacularly, the only issue being that North and Silas were really muscular, like really really muscular, and they hadn't ever done anything like it before. This led to the tiny problem of the twins being launched down hospital hallways at sprinting speeds with the two hunks having a competition, not just a race.

All was good and well, Spencer had managed to control his need to vomit, and Sparrow managed not to literally scream with joy. That was until North took a turn too fast and plowed over Owen Blackbourne. 

Silas had kept going, mostly because Spencer had quickly urged him to not stop running. If they were there she would have quickly thrown the blame to Spencer and Silas. Not maliciously, but Sparrow was known for getting out of whatever trouble she had caused. And Spencer might not have known the suited man they ran over, but he looked like a baby Hotchner. And a doppelganger of Hotch's was no one to be messed with. At least yet. 

That plan crashed and burned when at the next turn Silas plowed right over actual Hotchner. 

Thus leading them to sit in a brightly lit meeting room with fifteen other people, only two were completely unknown to the twins. Both of the unknown ones, along with most of the known ones, sat quietly watching the throw-down in front of them. Or watching the despicable smirk on Sparrow's lips. 

Hotchner and Owen stood toe to toe, each one furiously shouting at the other. Hotchner had Morgan at his side, continuously trying to tug him away. And Owen had Sean and Sang at his side trying to end the argument. 

JJ was arguing with Prentiss and Dakota, both of which had been sticking up for the four guilty parties in the room. North and Silas stood with Victor and Luke scolding them, well Victor trying to scold them while laughing at the situation, and Luke just outright laughing at the situation but pretending to scold them. 

No one really knew what Hotch and Owen were arguing about at this point. It seemed that the two of them together completely unraveled the other in ways that were almost unbelievable. 

"This wasn't exactly in my plan," Sparrow whispers back, rolling her eyes at her twin who still had his know-it-all look on. Like he did know it all. 

"No, but you knew it was a potential repercussion," Spencer mumbled, rolling his own eyes at his twin, who simply snorted under her breath at his reply. 

"Nothing is a coincidence, everything happens for one reason or the next, and you, you should have been paying closer attention to the two of them." 

The twins tuned out the conversation, both of them turning their heads in opposite directions at the same time. 

"Do you think?" Spencer starts, Sparrow jumping in before he could finish. 

"Of course, it only makes sense." 

"So that means, that it?" 

"Yup, that is exactly what it means."

"Meaning that this just got a lot deeper than we thought."

"Moles, it's the only logical answer." 

"It wouldn't be the first time." 

"And it would only make sense."

"Meaning that this," Spencer motions around the room, half of which was now keenly focusing in on the twins, "was an obvious setup." 

"What better way to bring the Academy into the mix."

"Than to injure two Academy members who are working the case."

"And make sure they get to an Academy hospital." 

"Honestly, it's kinda smart."

"You mean absolutely brilliant."

"Okay look, I don't know what the fuck is going on right now, and I hate to be the asshole, but is there any way that you could share with the class what you two pistachios are talking about?" Nathan snaps, glaring at the twins as they seem to snap out of their weird conversation and tune back into the world. 

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Spencer snaps, glaring at the carrot-topped boy with a vicious tone of voice. He was still on the effect of his pain pills, after all. 

"Besides one of the hotties in our cuties little harem thing," Sparrow adds, chin nodding towards Sang, who blushes a bright red color. Sparrow wanted to know how far down that blush went, and Spencer wholeheartedly agreed. 

"I actually think that the correct question here, would be who you are," Nathan paused, looking between them, "But you both seem like the type that would have a very technical and probably sarcastic remark to that. I'm Nathan." 

"Great," Spencer starts, blowing off Nathan, and directing his attention to the clock on the wall, "How long has it been exactly?" 

"Considering that the accident happened at three this afternoon. It's been approximately four hours." Sparrow mumbles, rubbing her hands together as a smile akin to the Grinch's slowly curls up her lips. 

"Meaning it's been four hours  without anyone managing the case on the level you and I can, four hours of room to move around." 

Sparrow nods her head, plopping down into one of the chairs and snatching a phone out of Victor's hand. 

"Absolutely not, I do not care what breakthroughs you're having on this case. We will reevaluate how this is going to work when Dr. Roberts gets here, but until then you both are not going to be working on anything." 

"You have no authority to tell my team what they can and cannot do, so I suggest you take a step back, Mr. Blackbourne, and remember your place, " Hotchner's voice was venomous as he moved forward to block the twins from Owen's view. 

"No, you have no authority right now. Your team's health should be your most pressing concern, and yet you're going to allow them to work while they are still admitted to the hospital with injuries, one of which being a brain injury. At the moment this is being considered an active Academy case, and according to the twin's legal agreement with both the FBI and the Academy, they are first and foremost Academy property. Meaning that you, Special Supervisory Agent Hotchner, are out of your jurisdiction." Owen's glare once again matches that of an icy glacier as he stares down Hotch. 

"I'm sorry, what?" JJ jumps into the conversation, a glare slowly covering her face, "This is an active BAU investigation on a serial killer, you can't just take over." 

"We can when a member of our organization is put directly in harms way without the proper backup and support needed to successfully manage a case." Sang chimes in, blushing slightly as multiple glares from the BAU team are shot in her direction. 

Sparrow shrugs her shoulders as she cuts her eyes to Spencer, barely nodding that Sang and Owen were correct. It wasn't a well-known rule, seeing as only those within the Academy knew of it. 

The rule actually dated back fifteen years, a president who had been part of the Academy made an agreement with all of the law enforcement agencies that Academy members happened to be apart of, including the FBI. The agreement was also why none of the Academy members happened to end up tangled with the law when a case went south or they were a suspect. It was brilliant in Sparrow's opinion. 

In a matter of seconds, Sparrow was in Victor's phone, past his firewalls. Spencer and Victor both lean over and watch her as she brings up the hotel's mainframe. 

"What are you doing?" Victor asks softly, not wanting to draw too much more attention to the twins as Hotch and Owen continue arguing jurisdiction, this time JJ and Sang participating in the argument. 

Morgan, Nathan, and Gabriel all move towards the twins and Victor. Nathan and Gabriel having not officially met them yet were more curious than anything, and Morgan didn't like the fact that Victor was so close to the twins.

"Tell me what's going on in those crazy minds guys," Morgan orders, plopping down on the table in front of Spencer and shooting a raised eyebrow to the Academy members. 

More attention is drawn to the twins as North and Silas both notice the small crowd moving to form around them, both of which becoming protective as they rise from their own positions and move towards the group. Rossi and Prentiss following the two of them. 

"Not to brag but we're the smartest members in the group," Sparrow starts out, droning off and allowing a second for Spencer to jump in. 

"We're also the only ones to have any sort of relation to the Academy."

"Not just any relation, of course, the head of the board of directors is my biological grandfather, it's not common knowledge, and that's the point here." 

 "The main denominating factor between all of our victims is their occupation, undercover Academy birds on a solo or duo team, no one would notice if they don't contact the Academy for a few days." 

"Not only that but each location that the victim happened to taken from was Academy owned," Sparrow pauses her typed cutting her eyes up to Morgan as Spencer continues her train of thought.

"The cut on their fingers could represent two things, an A for Academy or a V of you know who."

Gabriel clears his throat, leaning forward slightly to interject his head right between the twin's heads, "Are we talking about Voldemort?" 

Sparrow and Spencer both blink their eyes, confusion crossing their faces as they seem to come back to reality and look around the now silent room, before asking at the same time, "Who is Voldemort?" 

"He who shall not be named? Harry Potter's enemy? The worst wizard in wizarding history?" Gabriel's voice gets increasingly shriller the longer he talks and the longer the twins have a confused look on their faces. 

"Kid, I would appreciate it if you stopped distracting my team from their job," Hotch snaps, leveling a glare at Gabriel who scoffs and rolls his eyes, "Birdie, continue." 

Sparrow and Spencer hesitate, both cutting each other looks as they attempt to get back on track. It wasn't that they were nervous about their idea, because with all the logical facts considered it only made sense, it was 

"Right, well if you recall four hours ago at the department the car drove through the wall right as we finished debriefing you guys," Spencer is interrupted by Hotch, who lightly shakes his head. 

"I know where the two of you are going with this, that could be pure coincidence, and you both know we only work with the facts here." 

"With all due respect, sir, the last time that Spencer and I had proposed a possible mole and you shot it down I was kidnapped and raped over thirty times in a three-day period, not to mention what they did to Spencer. So how about now you sit back and listen for once in your life." 

Sparrow levels a glare at Hotch, who swallows tightly before lowering himself into the seat, he knew when he was fighting a losing battle, and he knew that arguing that point with her would be futile, especially considering the fact that she was right.

Reaching under the table Spencer grabs Sparrow's hand, running his thumb on the outside of her thumb as he continues, "We figured out a key portion of the case, meaning that they specifically targeted us in order to give themselves enough time to move around undetected."

"This key portion is the fact that the case revolves around not only the Academy but," Sparrow pauses, shifting uncomfortably in her seat, "But most likely the case from a couple of years ago." 

"By removing Sparrow and me from the scene for a few hours they would have been able to attempt to access our databases, to calculate exactly how close we are to figuring everything out." 

"Thankfully, I hadn't had time to enter all of our findings and thoughts onto a computer, meaning that they currently think that we are still at square one and that we still think the victims from last year and victims now have nothing to do with each other."

"This also means that we can continue to expect another body in the next forty-eight hours." 

"Unless we stop it." Morgan chimes in, tilting his head as both the twins shake theirs.

"We won't be able to stop it, they have a set plan. Our last two victims looked almost identical, the ones from last year also looked nearly identical. The problem arises in that both groups of victims look completely different from each other."

"Changing his demographic means changing preferences in appearance as well," Morgan nods his head, before quickly shaking it, "Except we are looking at multiple unsubs, so it's more of an organized crime effort than an individual serial killer."

"Meaning that the victims aren't just being targeted towards the Academy, each group is specifically targeting an individual within the Academy." Sang pipes in, looking around as everyone nods at her statement, "So the real question is, who are they targeting?" 

Silence ensues for the next few seconds, both teams pondering the question Sang had asked, except the twins. 

Glaring at Victor's phone, Sparrow lets out a few mumbles curse words before thrusting it into Spencer's waiting hands, "See, this is why I demanded the extra laptop." 

On the screen, which nearly everyone crowded around to watch, two masked men appear to be plundering around in a random hotel room. 

It wouldn't have been anything too suspicious if the taller of the two didn't pull out all three suitcases and began flinging them open and throwing the stuff in them around. 

Following that the shorter one pulls out a knife and begins shredding the bedding and curtains in the room, along with the clothes in the closet. 

This continues on for a couple more minutes before the shorter one comes upon a golden-colored MacBook that had been stuck in the bottom of one of the drawers. 

The second they find the laptop, both individuals are moving towards and out the entrance of the room, neither one stopping to look or touch anything else. 

"No gloves," Luke mumbles nodding towards the two suspects, "Guarantee you that they left fingerprints." 

"Is that your hotel room?" North asks, his tone nearly feral as Silas lays a hand on his shoulder.