Agent Keen scratched her head. For the past three hours she and Ressler had been nose deep in files on their current Blacklister case. The subject's name was Tyron Moxly; a criminal who had escaped the FBI's manhunt for over 15 years. His claim to fame was human trafficking. The FBI reasoned that Moxly had been responsible for the abduction and trading of over 200+ women since the 1980s. Young. Old. Dark skinned. Fair skinned. Moxly's victims did not have a type. According to Red, his clientele across the globe determined which type woman ended up his next victim.

"I need a break. I think I'm going to be sick." Keen said while pushing away the papers she had just been reviewing.

"I mean what kind of heartless monster could sell people." Her voice trailed off at the end as she stared at the countless photos of women suspected to be among Moxly's victims.

Ressler looked up. "The kind that has no heart", he stated matter of factly. "Look Keen, cases like this… You can't think too much or you end up on the wrong end of the FBI therapist's couch."

She smiled lightly.

"What have you got over there… anything worth noting?" Ressler was trying to get her to focus on the facts and not the emotions behind the case. He never imagined their partnership would get to the point it was at now. Him actually trusting her. But she had proven herself time and time again of being a great agent. And one of the reasons why was because she often allowed herself to feel. To become invested and empathize with the victims and sometimes even the perps. It was one of the biggest differences between them. But it made them work well together as partners.

"I keep going back to the woman that got away." Keen said leaning back in her chair.

"She was the only known victim who ever escaped him. Her report says that Moxly kept telling her that there was nothing to be afraid of. She should feel special… because she was wanted. It's almost as if Moxly thinks he's doing these women a favor by selling them."

Ressler thought about Keen's words for a moment. "Maybe you should go over your profile again. See if there's anything new you can determine from the victim's report.

"Honestly, Ressler. I've read the report a dozen times. I need to actually speak with her; see if I can drum up anything that was missed in the reports."

"That could be hard seeing as how she's in protective custody now. The FBI would never hand over that information", Ressler said while watching the wheels turn in his partner's head.

Keen's mouth turned into a sly smirk. "The FBI wouldn't. But Red would."