Not for Sale(Mia/Daph/AInsley)

[SA Val Olwin]

Val sat in her office in New York. She LOVED this city-it was so anonymous. But it was also her last connection to Ty. She read the case she'd been handed-it was going to suck. She was going to work with INTEROPL and the FBI on this, but she would have the lead. She had been given a few names, both in DC. The INTERPOL girl was someone called Ainsley Mackintosh, and the FBI girl was Mia Dearden. Both were promised to look younger than they were, the perfect bait for a man who sold women on the black market.

She made the phone calls she needed, and then called in her CIA backup-Daphne Woodreaux. Val saw a lot of promise in the woman, and hoped that she could teach her a lot. The two women discussed some options over the phone, and Val made a point to note that she would see all three in the next twelve hours.

Soon, she packed up and headed for the store, getting something from the deli for dinner. She DID NOT want to helm this case-they always sickened her, but at least it was a leadership spot. Later, she went to bed after reviewing the file once more.

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[Constable Ainsley Rossi]

Ainsley sat in bed, curled against Dave's left side, reading case files. Occasionally, one or the other would break the silence by sharing something interesting or funny. They had spent a rare quiet evening together, discussing the wedding and work and just spending time together. She had pinned him down to a song for the wedding dance, and she was happy with their choice.They had made love, twice, and were now winding down for the night.

The shrill ring of the bedside phone startled her, and Dave answered it quickly. She prayed it wasn't Hotch; they were having a lovely evening, and she didn't want work to spoil it. But Dave got a weird look on his face, and she raised an eyebrow. She kissed his face as he handed her the phone.
Constable Mackintosh 'ere….It was her supervisor at INTERPOL-the CiA was needing them to assist with a case, and particularly Ainsley's special brand of inappropriate, wild child sheninagins. She could even wear mini-skirts. Her first inclination was to accept this assignment right away, but then she remembered that she was someone's fiancee now, and so she asked the man for a few moments to discuss it with Dave. She turned to him.

Tis INTERPOL. They want me for a case. All birds on this one, and some undercover work. Shall I take it? I promise not to be shot… She smiled a bit, and kissed a line from his chin to his lips. She noted that he looked sad for a moment, but he nodded.

Sure…just be safe, all right?

[/color] She nodded with a smile, and confirmed with her supervisor. They chatted a few more minutes, and then Ainsley hung up., and turned to her husband-to-be.

Thank you. My last hurrah before the wedding…and babies, maybe. I get to wear me old clothes, and me thigh holster. Should be a gas. Team lead is some woman from the CIA, but I've worked with them before, so I am not concerned. Can I take one of your shirts to keep me company? I will miss you… She had scooted closer to him, and snuggled down into the covers.

The next morning, Dave dropped her at the airstrip, where she met Mia and a dark-haired woman she'd never met who introduced herself as Daphne Woodreaux of the CIA. Dave kissed her, and she promised to call him on the daily, and then grabbed her go bag-stuffed full of her wildest clothes-and hurried to the plane. For the intro meeting, she was doing Hotch proud and was wearing a dress, pearls, and heels. She climbed aboard the small Cessna, and waited for the others. She was truly curious about this case.
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TAGGED . Val, daph, mia
WORDS . 345
OUTFITS. nighttime, Next day

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[SSA Mia Dearden]

Mia giggled as a tiny finger poked her nose lightly. She smiled as DJ clapped happily. Mia enjoyed getting to spend any time with the toddler, and she was getting to spend more and more time with the girl as of late. Aimee was sitting texting away on her cell phone while Spencer was reading a book while occasionally looking over at the females. Mia smiled and suddenly let out a loud sigh as a familiar sound filled the air.

It was the sound of her cell phone’s ring tone. The sound was pleasant enough, however, Mia knew that none of her family would likely be calling her at this time of night. Accidental misdials in back pockets were excluded, of course. So, the only logical conclusion was that it was work. So, Mia had no choice to answer it. She picked up her phone and carefully walked away from DJ to take tha call. ”Hello, this is SSA Mia Dearden speaking. How may I help you?”

Her face fell a bit as her boss told her that she had to go to New York tomorrow for a case. While Mia did not mind cases, she had been hoping that she would be able to spend a bit more time with DJ, Spencer, and even Aimee. Well, there went her plans. The fact that this case would entail some undercover work just made her feel a bit more uneasy. She hung up politely and proceeded to say her goodbyes for the next few days at least. Although, the blonde was unsure how long this case would last. She smiled at Spencer. ”Sorry, I have to go. I have to go to New York tomorrow for a case. So, I’d better head on home. Thank you for having me over.”

The tiny blonde had been heading for the door when DJ toddled over to her and latched onto her leg. ”Mama, no!” Tears welling up in the little girl’s eyes, which made Mia’s face fall. She knelt down to console DJ. She carefully petted the child’s hair and kissed her forehead as she held her close. It broke her heart to see DJ cry. ”I’ll come back, I promise, DJ. I need to go help catch the bad guys. But, I promise I’ll come back as soon as we catch them. Ok?”

After a few minutes, DJ finally calmed down and let Spencer pick her up. Mia kissed the little girl on the forehead again. She gave Aimee a short look and then Spencer a sad look. She didn’t like having to be away from either Spencer or DJ. Heck, she had even grown attached to Aimee. ”I’ll call you daily, well, if I can. Tell the team not to worry.”
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Mia had a coat on over her dress and tights, with her go bag packed and situated over her shoulder with a large cup of coffee in her hand as she walked towards the Cessina. She smiled over her shoulder at Spencer, who had been kind enough to give a ride to the airstrip. Seeing as how it would have been silly for her to ride her bike there. She climbed into the plane and sat down, crossing her legs at the ankles while looking around. She knew Constable Ainsley, and looked at the dark haired woman, who she assumed was Daphne Woodreaux. She drank her coffee, keeping it close as she sipped it. It was a bit strange not having any males in the plane. She hoped that someone else would break the silence.

[SA Val Olwin]

Val was hauling buns that morning. This day WAS not starting off well. The idiot dry cleaner screwed up her order, the Barista at Starbucks gave her SOY milk instead of non-fat, and the gate guard needed a good talking to about when to ask the boss for her credientais. Needless to say, the already tempestous woman was more on edge than usual. When she finally parked, she grabbed her go bag from her trunk, secured the green sedan carefully, and headed for the airstrip.

She stepped aboard-she was the last one. Fantastic. She wracked her brain, trying to remember the gate guard's supervisor's name...he was going to get it. She eyeballed the group assembled...a redhead, Woodreaux, and a blonde she didn't recognize. She would call in Maggie LeFebvre if she had to. The blonde Europol agent wasn't exactly her favorite person in the world, but Val grudingly admitted she was good at UC work.

Val cleared her throat.

Listen up, ladies. Here's what will happen... She passed out the case files.

You two, FBI people. You two, for now, are support people. Ms. Woodreaux here will be doing the data analysis. I will reassign when we land and get more intel. In the meantime, please review your files and get yourselves in order. This one is going to be rough...

Val sighed. She was having a bad day and it was about to get worse.

[SSA Mia Dearden]

Mia let her eyes briefly dart around the jet. She felt a tad bit uncomfortable in planes still. It was one thing for her to propel herself through the air doing gymnastics. However, not being able to control how high up she was in a plane made her feel very uneasy. The ride in the jet typically had something that could help take her mind of her unease. The team would discuss a case on the way there, and then she might play a couple of the members at a game on the way back, or she would have semi-silent conversations with Spencer in sign language. None of those things seemed likely to happen on this particular trip though. She had already read the file that she had been handed. It contained some pretty terrible things, but sadly, Mia had seen worse.
The tiny blonde quietly thought to herself that she was probably the youngest person on the jet currently. All the other women seemed perfectly occupied.

Mia noticed an empty plastic cup in front of her and it reminded her of something she had learned from a child from a past case. She placed the cup in front of her and clapped twice. Then, her tiny hands tapped the top of the cup three times. Another clap was followed up by picking up the cup and moving it over on the surface in front of her. Clap, smack, tap, smack, hand the cup to her other hand, smack the table and then set down the cup. She continued the routine as the sound took on a steady rhythm. Mia hummed a melody as she continued the rhythm of the song. Half way through, she could feel someone watching her. She turned her head ever so slightly to see that the woman from the CIA who was in charge was giving her a highly displeased glare.

She put the cup down as carefully as she could. Her whistling ceased and she looked at her file again. Far to frightened of the woman to speak, the young FBI agent signed her apology and then kept her eyes focused on the file in front of her. I’m sorry.

[SA Val Olwin]

Val was reading her novel, having already read the files a few times. She knew what to expect. She knew what her role was, and she knew what she needed to do, so she was going to use the flight to catch up on her reading. She glanced around at the women assembled, and sighed. The Agency sure had scraped the bottom of the barrel, and really? The FBI?! It would be only worse if they'd made her work with someone awful, like...Jones...or Mike Correlli. THAT would be murder-suicide. The redhead and Woodreaux were also reading-one, a glossy magazine and the other a hardbound novel, but reading nonetheless.

A noise from the opposite side of her caused her to turn her head. The teeny blonde was playing. With a cup. How adorable. Maybe Val should remind her that she was a freakin' FBI agent, and not a preschooler, and that Val had NO time to babysit. She watched, an eyebrow raised, as the woman stopped her humming and tapping, and then made a sign with her hand. LOVELY.

Look, Dearden, was it?! You are an FBI agent, so act like it. And what's with the sign language? This isn't the playground. If you're just going to be deadweight, I will drop your butt at the Bureau office in Baltimore...is that going to be necessary? I HOPE NOT. She closed her book with a snap, and glared at the blonde once more.

Do something productive with your time, like figure out how to look like a grownup... But Val's mind was working ahead. Blondes. SHe knew a blonde, a blonde that was MOST CERTAINLY a grownup,and that could help her. She fished her cell out of her bag, and dialed Maggie Lefebvre, a EUROPOL agent she once worked with on a case. The woman readily agreed to meet her, as Val suspected she might, as she knew that Maggie was not keen on work in general, and the two made a plan to meet the following day, the soonest that Maggie could get a flight in. Val hung up, happy that at least ONE person in her life had her stuff in order...whatever sort of order that was, considering the source.

[SSA Mia Dearden]

Mia could feel the intensity of the woman’s glare that was directed at her. It was positively frightening, to say the least. Mia had worked with some frightening people before. She had worked with quite a few very intimidating individuals, who often underestimated her because of the way she dressed and the size. That was fine with Mia. This woman though, Val, she was just MEAN.

Look, Dearden, was it?! You are an FBI agent, so act like it. And what's with the sign language? This isn't the playground. If you're just going to be deadweight, I will drop your butt at the Bureau office in Baltimore...is that going to be necessary? I HOPE NOT. Val barked at Mia, and was obviously very serious about her threat. She heard the woman’s book close with a loud snap and knew to find something else to do, fast.

Do something productive with your time, like figure out how to look like a grownup...

Mia nodded and whispered just loud enough for Val to hear her. ”Yes ma’am.” The problem was that she had already read the books in her go bag numerous times already. So, that wouldn’t be too entertaining. She doubted that this nightmareish CIA agent would be at all amused to see her pull out a deck of cards. So, that left the tiny blonde with one option.

She reached out and ever so lightly tapped Ainsley on the arm to get her attention. Mia could find the woman to sometimes be rather loud, but she was much nicer than this Val any day. Her voice wavered ever so slightly as she asked the redhead a question. ”I’m so sorry to bother you, but would it be possible for me to borrow one of your magazines, please?”

Mia wouldn't say it out loud, but she wished that she had stayed home. This was only the beginning of the case and it already was not looking good.

Mia's outfit and go bag

[Constable Ainsley Rossi]

Ainsley glanced around, an inscrutable look on her pretty face. She was not really sure WHY she was here, exactly-her boss's message has been a bit vague. He'd spoken to her on the phone the night before, and simply said it was a joint op. Ainsley had taken this to mean "secret" and so, she had told Dave just a little. And made sure she turned up properly dressed.

Ainsley wasn't up to speed on who this CIA woman was-INTERPOL with them, but she had never met this Val Olwin, and good bloody thing, because Ainsley might've quit law enforcement altogether. Luckily, she was tougher now, and so she let the woman's obvious pain and anger fly past her. She'd phone, and ask Dave for advice later.

She noticed that Mia was struggling, though, to stay under the radar, and as Mia sighed, Ainsley shifted her pile of magazines. She just smiled as Mia leaned in. I’m so sorry to bother you, but would it be possible for me to borrow one of your magazines, please? AInsley smiled and nodded.

Of course, me dear. The Celtic Bride, Hip Hibernian, or Caledonian Woman? Duncan had secured her a whole lot of women's interest magazines so that she might learn a few skills to assist her in her impending marriage and motherhood...

[SA Val Olwin]

Val was pacing about the cabin. Sitting still wasn't something she was good at, unless, of course, it was for catching a bad guy. Then stakeouts were just her thing. As she paced, she sent an email from her Blackberry. She arranged for Magda and Maggie to meet them in Baltimore. Magda would help the others prepare for the cover, and Maggie was just good fun. Maggie, as a general rule, was NOT someone Val would choose to cover her six, but her input and femininity would be helpful. That, and she knew how to handle a man, something that Val hadn't had to do in a VERY long time.

Maggie confirmed almost immeditely, but Magda was a bit slower. As Val slipped her phone into its case on her belt, she eyeballed the young blonde.

Yes ma’am. She nodded once. Good. It was best to train the young ones fear and respect from the outset, rather than be their friend...because time would come when you'd need to be the boss, and then it would come back to haunt you.

Thank you. She returned to her seat, and watched, her lips tight, as the FBI women shared a conversation. She was about to say something when they both fell silent, each holding a magazine. Val had yet to figure out the redhead, but she would. Soon.

She glanced at her watch. Just another hour. Good. She returned her attention to her novel, and settled in, hoping that Magda would get back to her soon.

[SA Daphne Woodreaux]

Daphne arrived at the meeting place just in time. She climbed out of the car after kissing Max and assuring the Colonel that she would be OK. She shut the car door, and heard the Colonel drive off. She slung her duffel over her shoulder and headed for the jet. She had a quick conference with her boss, and then took a seat quietly while they waited for the FBI people. THis one was females only, due to the type of target they had. They were going to try to attract a man who was selling woman on the black market. Daphne was there, she gathered, to assist Val and provide extra tech support.

She smiled as she got a text from Max, telling her that he loved her and to come home safely. She texted him back, telling him that she would, and that she loved him, and to be good for the Colonel. And whomever else the Colonel would expose him to.

A little bit later, a blonde and redhead boarded, and she realized that these were the FBI agents. She smiled and nodded, but did not approach. As the flight took off, she heard Val chastise the youngest woman. Daphne was SO glad that she was plain-she never attracted much attention, and she kept her mouth shut and her head down. She would talk to the young woman later, maybe her give her a few tips on taming the Dragon Lady.

Soon, all four women were silent, reading, and Daphne felt at ease once more.

[SSA Mia Dearden]

Mia felt the plane land and she felt her stomach drop a tiny bit. She knew who the target was. It wasn’t like she hadn’t dealt with men like that before. It was just that she normally death with them when they were in handcuffs, in an interrogation room, and normally she had at least one other agent who had her back. She wasn’t entirely sure how the CIA agent was going to play it though, so she decided to keep her worried to herself.

She grabbed her go bag and followed behind Ainsley as they got off the plane. The blonde was rather fond of her Bambi duffel bag. It had been a gift from the CAC agents who knew her as an intern after she had joined their ranks as a FBI agent. Of course, she had noticed the look that Val, the CIA agent had given both herself and her bag. It was sort of like a security blanket, so she held it close as she got into the suburban. Well, it was more like she had to climb into the vehicle.

She sat beside Ainsley and the dark haired woman who Val brought along. She thought she recalled the woman being referred to as Daphne. Mia kept her mouth shut though as the vehicle drove off. She checked her cell phone and smiled to see texts from both Spencer and Aimee. She smiled at the text from Spencer, it was just a simple well wish, hoping the case was going to go well. There was the unspoken message of come back safe, but maybe she was reading too much into it. The text from Aimee had a picture of DJ in it. The toddler was holding one of Spencer’s books open and appeared to be reading it. Of course, Mia knew that it was highly possible that DJ was actually reading the book. She couldn’t help but grin at the picture.

The car stopped in front of what she guessed to be a safe house. That was how the CIA worked, it seemed. They didn’t tell you anything unless they felt you NEEDED to know. So, the location of the place hadn’t been reported to any of the agents, save for maybe the CIA woman. Mia just got her bag and carefully and quietly followed the others inside the building. She wanted to keep under that CIA agent’s radar from now on.

However, she was not prepared to see two other women at the safe house. It made her gulp a tiny bit. Mia quietly stepped behind Constable Ainsley. She really wished they had gotten some warning that even MORE people would be joining them. She didn’t know what, but the tiny FBI agent had a feeling that she was not going to like the reasons behind those new women being there.

[SA Val Olwin]

Val finished the rest of the flight in relitive silence. She LIKED the silence. She could think clearly. She got a text from Magda, the woman she relied on to change plain Janes into sirens. Val herself thought the Agency was bit misguided, but she appreciated the woman's work. They landed softly, and as she had arranged, a black Suburban was waiting for them. She got her purse, her go bag, and her laptop case, and climbed into the passenger's seat. She issued an address, and then fell silent.

They pulled up at the safe house in just a little while, and then she got out, and let the other three women in. She smiled warmly at Magda and Maggie.

OH! You two made it! Wonderful. She turned back to the other agents assembled, and spoke once more.

We are staying here for the duration of the case. It's a CIA safe house. Everything and everyone in it is secure. I will show you three the bedrooms-there are six. Ms. Woodreaux and I will room together, and you two FBI people will be together. For now, though, please place your things against that wall and sit down. Magda and Maggie don't have a lot of time. She placed her things in a neat stack against a bare, far wall, and took a seat at the "kitchen" table. Next to Maggie was a rack of clothes-none of which Val would normally let an agent wear, but these were for tonight. She also saw Magda's hair and makeup supplies set up on a rolling cart the woman always had with her.

Maggie, Magda. These are Special Agent Daphne Woodreaux, with me, SSA Mia Dearden, and Constable Ainsley Mackintosh of the FBI and INTERPOL, respectively. She smirked. Let the games begin.

[SA Maggie LeFebvre]

Maggie stood next to Magda, sipping coffee out of a mug, and chatting the Russian woman's ear off. Maggie had worked with Magda before, and even though she was a civillian, Maggie felt that Magda was one of them, really. She was simultaneously flirting with the station house agent and telling Magda about her run-in with the FBI. She had had FUN on that case, though.

Finally, Val arrived, with three other women in tow. UHOH. If THIS what the Joint Agencies Task Force thought that these women would fit the bill, well...she had her work cut out for her. She waited, impatiently, as the women settled their things, and then sat. Maggie spoke first, the softest hint of a French accent tumbling forward. She opened her laptop.

Part of this case will require you to go undercover. As prostitutes. Now, Val tells me you have set it up to meet the target at a private party tomorrow night. Which means that THIS night, we will prepare for the party. The first rule of going undercover, she made a slide appear on her computer screen,[/b]is to be ABSOLUTLEY certain no one will recognize you. That means a new appearance, a cover name, and setting-appropriate outfit. Are there any questions before I go on?[/b]

Maggie's outfit
Maggie's dresses
wigs

[Constable Ainsley Rossi]

The rest of the flight seemed to go without a...what was the word? A hitch. Or as Ainsley would say, "bloody brilliant as a shooting star". She had gotten the impression that her accent, and tendency towards loudness has annoyed their "team leader", but she couldn't help it. So she had just sat, quietly, paging through her magazines. She made some notations on things to suggest to Dave for the wedding, and also noted a lovely skirt she would ask Duncan to mail her. He had ways to ship things to the US whilst avoiding the extrodinary cost, likely through a publisher mate, or something.

Finally, they landed, and Ainsley followed the women, after grabbing her duffel and makeup kit. They piled into a waiting Suburban, and made their way through the streets of Baltimore. Ainsley paid attention; she hadn't ever been there, but was interested in the history of this country she now called home. But they passed quickly, and Ainsley couldn't recognize any.

They arrived at what Ainsley immeditely knew was a safe house-she'd seen a few in her day, and so she knew what they looked like. Val instructed them to place their personal affects against a wall, and she did so, then took a seat before a tall blonde, and short, fat brunette. Ms. Olwin made the introductions, and she nodded.

She listened as the tall blonde, Maggie Lefebvre-bloody hell, that was hard to pronounce-took over.

Part of this case will require you to go undercover. As prostitutes. Now, Val tells me you have set it up to meet the target at a private party tomorrow night. Which means that THIS night, we will prepare for the party. The first rule of going undercover...is to be ABSOLUTLEY certain no one will recognize you. That means a new appearance, a cover name, and setting-appropriate outfit. Are there any questions before I go on? Ainsley's mouth hung open for a moment....Had she heard correctly?! She had. Undercover, as a Sheila. Alrighty...she could do that. Dave might freak out, though.

Just one, if I may...where the HELL is my holster supposed to go?

[SA Daphne Woodreaux]

Daphne had managed to escape the ire of her boss. She felt oddly lucky for this, though she didn't know why. And then, as they landed, it struck her that she was a bit afraid of this Val Olwin woman, the woman known (not-so) affectionately as the "dragon lady". Daphne was too mannered to say that, however, so she simply put aside her feelings, and focused on her job.

They piled into a waiting Suburban, and after she had set up Val's telecom device, she pulled out her cell to text the Colonel that she had arrived in Baltimore and was safe. Finally, they arrived at the Adam H. Peterson safe house, and they settled in. Daphne double checked her systems, and made sure they were secured in the room, and then tuned in to this Maggie Lefebvre. So far, Daphne was unimpressed.

Part of this case will require you to go undercover. As prostitutes. Now, Val tells me you have set it up to meet the target at a private party tomorrow night. Which means that THIS night, we will prepare for the party. The first rule of going undercover...is to be ABSOLUTLEY certain no one will recognize you. That means a new appearance, a cover name, and setting-appropriate outfit. Are there any questions before I go on?

Daphne shook her head, too stunned to speak. Good thing it wasn't HER. She was just the TA, ready to help with computers, but not really made for field work.