Devens, Massachuessets

Will allowed himself a deep sigh of relief. Some distance away, Kate was dragging the abnormal into the back of Henry's van. He looked around at Dr. Magnus and offered her a smile that was both exhausted and grateful. She smiled back at him.

"That was certainly a disaster avoided," she said to him.

Will slipped his gun back into it's holster and gave the empty street one last look. He was glad to be leaving his place behind.

A second later the seeming calm was rent with an explosion. The team was knocked to the ground. Will was first to regain his feet. He took out his gun again and ran forward towards the blasts location.

"William, no," Dr. Magnus screamed. She swore under her breath and took off after him.

Kate turned and gave Henry an amused look. "Think we should follow them?"

Henry said nothing but stared in the direction that they had disapeared.

Will hung behind a large SUV. Dr. Magnus was by his side a moment later. "There was a bomb," Will said.

She stared at him, incredulous. "Excellent profiling, Dr. Zimmerman," she said scathingly.

He glared at her over his shoulder but made no remark. He moved slowly forward staying low.

"Bloody hell, only one of them is uninjured," she said. She watched the agent closest to them. He seemed fairly well, aside from some apparent hearing loss. He got to his feet.

Another one was on the ground, but sitting upright and looking dazed. One of them, obviously the leader of the group paused next to her, assessing her quickly before moving on.

"Wait," Will said. "There were six of them here. That's what Henry said, right? So where are the other two?"

She went deathly pale. "We need to get out of here, William."

"We have to help them. Cale is behind this," he said vehemently.

"We will help them. Just not here and now. For all we know, Cale could have infected the two she took captive. They're the ones that are missing." She tugged at his sleeve. Reluctantly he left the scene with her.

Helen Magnus stared unflinching into the eyes of Cale Monroe, an unassuming young woman by all appearances. A calculating murderer and extremely dangerous abnormal, capable of entering the mind. The malaise was her most useful weapon, palpable terror and despair which destroyed the minds and lives of her victims. It was like a disease in that way, especially the way it spread; once one was infected, those close to the victim could also fall prey.

But here, in this Sanctuary branch, Cale was safely locked behind glass and metal and harmless for the time being. Still a nagging fear knawed at Helen.

Henry came down the stairs, towards Helen. "Doc," he said.

"What is it, Henry," she said, perhaps a little more sharply than she had intended. She winced and opened her mouth to apologize but he was already speaking.

"It looks like one of the agents has been infected. A Jennifer Jareau. She is their media liaison."

"I was afraid that this would happen. The doctors won't know how to treat her. They will think it is post-traumatic, or some such nonsense."

"And she will be dead before they are any wiser. What do you want me to do?"

"Sophie. We need her here. Maybe she can counter the bane. Try to contact Agent Jareau's family if she has one and make it look like the call came from the FBI. You can do that of course," she looked at him half-questioning.

He gave her a reassurring smile. "Will be easy."

"Of course. Send Will down. I need to interrogate her. Maybe he will see something that I miss."

"Got it, boss." Henry hurried back up the stairs and out of sight. After watching him go, she turned her attention back to Cale.