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Season 1 episode 9

"Just like they killed Rich and tried to kill Trey!"

It is sickening to watch all the panic, guilt and selfishness of the bastard. He deserves much worse than the grilling Cho and Rigs are giving him.

It's time to bring to light all of his murderous sins.

"You want to know my guess?"

Fear clouds his eyes as I say with complete confidence the name of his victim.

This scum of a clown is way too complacent in his own assumptions. As I tear down his façade of ego, pitting his words against himself, my rage grows unconsciously unchecked.

This son of a bitch killed someone who considered him a friend, just for the sake of something as petty as money. And he thinks he can get away with it without paying for his sins?

I feel an odd satisfaction that the boy is wreaking his vengeance upon these murderers.

I lose myself to the anger raging inside me and utter the darkest of wishes upon him; aware that everyone caught the truth in it.

Cursing at myself for having given so much away, I try to think that maybe it's good that the team knows my intentions, so that when the time comes, they will allow me what is my right with minimal fuss.

"Two notes here."

Ah, I've done it again- undermining Lisbon's authority under her nose.

I have to admire her ferocity in being cool and collected while handling me.

She never gets insecure about it.

And here comes her extreme nobility in performing justice. For her, even the worst of these scumbags deserve equality and protection.

But Machado is essential to my plan of killing two birds with one stone. Anyway he deserves all the misery, panic and terror wrought upon him, all the threat to his life. He should get all that is met out to him.

Lisbon always takes the high road of the law whereas my brand of justice has been clear and simple from the beginning. I should've predicted that Lisbon would disagree. Even after seeing the worst elements of humanity day after day, she keeps her emotions, her level of commitment to the law and the job intact. She is fierce in her belief of this flawed system. Sometimes her naïveté leaves me staggering.

There's no line between justice and vengeance for me.

Peace will find me only over my Red Whale's dead body.

"Trying some kind of reverse psychology?"

Ah Lisbon! She thinks that I will beat myself up the wall for the death of scum like Ben Machado! I want to laugh out on her face. If she has such juvenile thoughts about me, maybe she doesn't see my true intention of this hunt, maybe she needs to know that where I stand is way too farther than where she does.

I can see she is unnerved by my casual yet absolutely true admission. She is torn between horror at my brutality and fear regarding the lengths I'm willing to go for my revenge. I have deliberately given her the absolute core of truth. Now she can decide if she wants a way out. This team has, somehow to my conscious reluctance, gained my trust. If something happens to them because of me or my pursuit of revenge then they deserve fair warning of what they're getting themselves into; they deserve a way out.

Lisbon is, as predictable, placing unprecedented faith in the dreary process of the law. I feel a twinge of disappointment that I refuse to acknowledge. This is good. As long as she thinks she's in control of this hunt, I can do what I have to, in subversion. I shouldn't be too disappointed that she considers my Red Whale as just another case to be solved and to move forward from. Because if she doesn't get too involved in this, she has the chance to come out of it unscathed. And to my surprise, I desperately want it for her no matter how low of an opinion she has of me.

Her threat is very real. In a way she feels it's obligatory for her to warn me of her intentions because of our vast difference in opinions. I have no doubt that she'll act on them. I try to give off an amused smile while struggling to control the numerous emotions roiling inside me.

I secretly glance at the glass separating her and congratulate Lisbon for throwing me off-balance when no one has succeeded to do it in a long time.

"You have root beer?"

At that, my smile widens a bit. Oh, he's good. Even an interrogator like Cho doesn't know how to handle him. It amuses me that Lisbon thinks someone is manipulating him even in spite of all the 'solid physical evidence' on him that cops like so much. I put a stop to all her hilariously wrong speculations and step in to expose the real Tommy within.

"I can see you."

All my targeted words slowly disarm his armor, his act. As I deliver the final blow, I literally see his transformation. It's terrifying to look into the eyes of such a twisted monster and yet I train my eyes to see through them. His face and his body language accommodate the change. I try to lighten up with taunted greetings. I can imagine Lisbon's face twisted in horror and disbelief. I commence to thoroughly deconstruct the boy before me.

"Ahab does die, doesn't he?"

I hope to prod him more, to hit him with his favourite book, to make him understand that revenge doesn't come cheap, that there's a price heavier than what he' willing to pay because here he is- the act fallen through to broken pieces, the ugliness having eaten through to the soul.

His conviction in this knowledge surprises me. One part of me agrees with him wholeheartedly and the other is trying to extract the confession while struggling to remain on track. I feel horror at what he says. There's a ruthlessness, a certain thirst for bloodlust, a level of cruelty that I think is lacking within me as I hear this boy telling his successful tale of vengeance.

Will I sound like this monster when I finish my hunt? Will I sell my soul to destroy my Red Whale?

Even as I stare at my broken reflection, I know the answer to these questions.

Yes, it is redemptive and it will be redemptive.

When the boy scoffs at me that I would not understand, I laugh inside with bitterness and deep self-loathing.

Of course I would. Because I'm the only one who can.

"Revenge is for fools and mad men."

I think I sell the line pretty good to young Maddy Garcia. She has a long fulfilling life ahead of her. It's for the best if she tries to forget this whole thing and move on with her life. She has a mother who loves her no matter what.

For a broken man like me, though, revenge is the only path left if I want to live.

Lisbon, my honest, trusting Lisbon that she is, falls for the line and feels happy that this case knocked some sense into me.

I hate to disillusion her but she needs to see me in the harshest light possible at all times.

Truthfully that knowing smile, those trusting eyes, scare me so I avoid staring into the hooded greens and enjoy the sprint in this first rain bringing hope to this drought-filled place.

This rain which kind of reminds me of Lisbon…