Will ran his hand over his face. There was no way he could Jayje about this current case he was assigned. Well, more like had dumped in his lap. His superiors at the precinct all thought that having a wife who was a part of the elite profiling group at the FBI meant that he was good at all things like that. Sighing, he read through the report that the previous cop had done, coming up with the same conclusion.

There was a professional art thief on the loose in DC, and all signs pointed to it being Beth Clemmons. Aaron Hotchner's current girlfriend, and the woman who Jack was beginning to look upon as another mother. And if he told his wife about the investigation, she might tip Hotch off, and he might tip Beth off, and then she would be in the wind. And his job would be gone along with her. No, he had to do this on his own.

Getting up, he decided to check on the first person on his list of leads. The drive out to the opulent mansion was relaxing, despite what he was going to do, and he smiled as he pressed the intercom. "Yes?"

"This is Detective LaMontagne with the DC police. I need to ask Ms. Kramar a few follow up questions."

"Certainly. Wait for the gates to open completely and then drive in." Will did as told and parked near the front door. It opened as he got out and he stepped inside a cool marble entranceway. "Ms. Kramar is in the library."

He nodded as he followed the man to the room. She was sitting there, looking calm and cool and he felt a little intimidated by her. "Good morning, Detective. I take it you're here to ask some questions about my painting."

"Yes, Ma'am. When did you notice that the painting had been replaced with a forgery?" He took out a notepad and pen, waiting for her answer.

"Just after I had it professionally cleaned and appraised. There was something off about the colors, something too bright. And so, I had another, independent, art expert take a look at it here. It was an original Waterhouse, one of the few still in private hands."

"And what would you estimate the worth of it is?"

"Approximately fifty million, conservatively. Most of his works are in museums, and never come up for auction."

Will swallowed. He would never see that kind of money should he live to be three hundred years old. "So, who was the person who originally was supposed to do the restoration work and appraisal?"

"She gave her name as Beth Sanderson. She had all the right credentials, so I never thought to question her." He winced to see a few tears roll down her porcelain white cheek, wondering how something like a painting could mean so much to her. "The painting has, had, been in my family for a hundred years. And I was the fool who lost it. Please, if you can, return it to me."

He nodded hesitantly, knowing he was promising her the moon. "Could I see the fake so that I know what I'm supposed to be on the lookout for?"

"Of course. It's right over the fireplace there." He turned and looked at the painting. It certainly was lovely, especially with the history he now knew to be behind it. Pulling out his cell phone, he snapped a few pictures of it.

"Thank you for your time, Ms. Kramar. I hope to have good news for you shortly." She nodded half-heartedly, as if she knew it was a fool's errand she was sending him on. "Have a nice day, ma'am." The same man who had shown him in escorted him out and he went to the next house on his list, gathering much the same information from the distraught older woman. Only this time the name she gave him was Kassandra Clemmons.

The third home developed his pattern, with another assumed name. With the data in hand, he traveled out to Quantico, getting a visitor's pass. Instead of heading up to the sixth floor, where he normally went, he asked at the information desk where White Collar Crimes was located. The young man there gave him directions and he rode up to the fourth floor, tapping his foot anxiously.

"Will! How are you?" He looked around to see Agent Anderson coming out from one of the offices. He waved to the man, wishing he could disappear from the building at that moment.

"I'm good. What brings you down here?"

"Oh, Agent Hotchner had a profile for one of the teams that they'd asked the BAU to write up. But why are you here? Shouldn't you be up on the sixth floor with JJ?"

"Oh, I just had to run something by an agent here. I landed a case that might involve small time white collar crimes, and need some direction. I figured someone would be free to talk to me."

Anderson nodded and smiled at him as he went on his way. Will let out a deep breath of relief and went up to the first free agent he saw. "Yes, can I help you?"

"I need to speak with a White Collar agent. Anyone, doesn't matter, I just have a few questions to ask about a case I'm working on for the DC police." The woman nodded and led him up to the desk of an older man.

"Bill, this gentleman needs to run some questions by you. He's from the DC police department."

"Thank you, Laura." He grinned at the woman, and Will could tell that they were in love, just from that simple glance. Maybe JJ's lessons in profiling had helped him, too. "So, what can I do for you, Detective?"

"Will LaMontagne. I'm investigating a rash of art thefts in the DC area. Three homes were targeted, and all three had valuable paintings replaced with forgeries."

The man raised his eyebrows. "I wonder why that hasn't come across our desks? I'm sorry, but this is something that we are a little more prepared to handle."

"I think, given the fact that it has been so small, my chief didn't see the need to involve the FBI yet. Besides, my wife works here, in the BAU, and so they assume that I can handle the more aggressive cases like this." He tried to smile winningly and watched the man shake his head. "Now, I have a suspect in mind, but I'm not certain how to proceed, as I've never dealt with a case like this. And it's a bit sensitive."

Bill nodded and motioned Laura back over. "Will and I are going up to the conference room. I'd like you to join us and take notes, by hand."

She took a deep breath. "All right, I'll be there in just a moment with a steno pad."

Bill stood and led Will up to a room very similar to the BAU conference room. They took a seat at the round table and Will looked around, familiarizing himself with the layout. "The room is soundproof. You don't have to worry about what you say here. And there are no cameras, so no one will know you were in here. Laura will take notes by hand, just in case someone were to hack into our system."

"That's good. I, I hate the implications of what I'm about to say."

"I assume that's why you came to us rather than going to the BAU." Will nodded. "It's always good to follow your instincts." Laura came in, closing the door behind her and taking a seat next to Bill.

"All right, present today are Bill Adams, Laura Rosen, and…"

"Will LaMontagne." She wrote his name down on the pad and looked at him expectantly. "As I told Bill, I am handling an art forgery case here in DC. And I think I know who the unsub is." He pulled out the file folder and showed the pair the sketches of the woman who had duped the three families out of their treasure. "I know this woman. She was at my wedding two months ago, and is currently dating Agent Hotchner. Her name is Elizabeth Clemmons. All of the aliases she's given to the families have been variations on her first or last name. It's like she's expecting not to get caught."

Laura took rapid notes, and he felt more at ease, now that others knew his secret. "So, how do you want us to handle this? I mean, this is your case; you were given it by your supervisor. We can be consultants, or we can take over the entire handling of it, given your personal involvement," she said softly, looking up at him over her reading glasses.

"I want to bring her in. But it will have to be done quickly, before Hotch can give her any hints that she's being investigated. I get the feeling that this is not the first time she's successfully pulled this scheme off."

"Very often, that is the case. The art underworld is rife with people like her, who can't get by on a curator's salary and supplement that with theft. I highly doubt we'll recover the original pieces. They were most likely sold to whoever contracted Ms. Clemmons to pull off the forgeries in the first place."

Will nodded. "I would really appreciate the help in bringing her in, though. I don't want to do this on my own. Not that I don't trust my own squad, it'll just be easier this way. I'm sure they'll understand. And I would advise against using Bureau computers to search for Clemmons home address. Penelope Garcia keeps a tab on things like that, she wants to know exactly what's going on with her family."

"A typical hacker response. We dodged a bullet by not accepting her application." Laura nodded at Bill and Will felt slightly uneasy. Garcia was the godmother of his child, after all.

"I'll get the address tonight from my wife and then we can go from there."

"Sounds like a plan. We'll meet you at your precinct tomorrow morning and work out all the details." They shook hands and Will stood, leaving the room. As he waited in front of the elevators, his phone buzzed. Pulling it out, he saw that his wife was calling him.

"Hello, cher. What can I do for you?"

"Anderson said that you were here. Are you going to come up and see me before you go back to work?"

"I wish that I had the time, Jen. It'll have to wait until tonight. I'm sorry."

"That's okay. It must be a pretty big case if you had to come here to ask for help."

"Just something that landed in our laps. I gotta go."

"All right, see you tonight." They hung up and he stepped on the elevator, feeling intensely guilty. He hated keeping things from his wife, but in this case it was a necessary evil. He only hoped that the case would be resolved cleanly and quickly.