A hollow chared shell was all that was left of the hospital. Liz was wrapped up tight in a black blanket. She had lost another home. Another haven.

And now so had I. It seemed almost unreal the damaged that was done. The white windows shadowed with black from the heat of the flames, nothing was left. Looking over at Liz, she was shaken, though who could blame her with the strength of her pyrokinesis. Though this time seemed different from the last. Myers had managed to convince Liz to come back to the Bureau, while other members had cleared everyone else out. "A complete mess!" Manning was having a field day.

"I'm going in." The resolve in my own voice shook me awake from my haze as I realized I was the one who had spoken.

"Are you nuts? The foundation isn't sound! You're lucky enough you weren't in the building when she went all haywire again." Manning, the director I had learned, had no sense of decorum or tact when it came to his fellow person. I whirled around at him glaring. "Is this location secure?"

"Of course it is. I have enough media issues to worry about with hellboy without this freak fiasco getting out." He lit the end of his cigar after striking a match. That strike was the final straw to my patience. Myers watched from the sidelines glancing from Manning, to me, to Hellboy, who had remained by Liz's side, now looked furious enough to spit fire himself as he rounded on Manning.

"Hellboy!" I put a hand up and he stopped mid stride giving me a look. "Manning, you're the director of these fine gentleman?" I smiled at him batting my eyes letting my southern drawl slip into the words. "Well..Of course I am! Someone has to keep them in line." His stutter wasn't unnoticed by his co workers. Sliding my hands over his shoulders I started to rub the tension out, "And such a wonderful job you do! I can't see why they would ever give you such a hard time."

By now I was trying to keep from gagging and Hellboy looked positively ill.

"I do work hard! So very hard. They make my job hard!" Manning quipped defensively as his dignified facade seemed to deflate. "You poor lil' darlin. Why don't you just go have a seat, and while you're at it…" I spun Manning on his heel to face me grabbing his necktie in a steel grip as his eyes widened in fear. "You'll be sure to keep your mouth shut about Liz. If I had pyrokinesis you would be roasted faster than you could say Christmas dinner. Am I understood?" My grip on his tie had tightened it so much so that Manning had started to turn red, sweat lining his furrowed brow.

"Oh darlin' looks like you're gettin the vapors. Go. Sit." The venom coated grin was all he needed to run tail tucked between his legs fast as they could carry him away from me. When I turned Hellboy was almost doubled over in a fit of laughter and Liz was rolling her eyes trying to hide her smile. "Y'all go on ahead and head back, Hellboy you're in charge of Lizzie." He gave a two finger salute as he led her off into one of the waste management vehicles. I was worried about her but had a feeling she'd be safe with Big Red. As the vehicles cleared out I gazed up at what was left of the hospital. Closing my eyes I began to focus my energy into my being.

Telekinesis was easy for the most part. Little things like turning pages, moving faucets on and off, light switches. All easy, because they took a second to do. Levitation of a human? Different story.

Releasing a focused breath I reopened my eyes feeling myself lift off the ground. It was a feeling like elation, your heart jumps out of your chest in joy feeling. I was weightless. I smiled at my own trepidation of trying this again, though last time had left me with a fractured clavicle, two broken ribs and punctured lung. I felt myself start to falter as I entered through the upstairs window, to what was left of my room. A coal with bits of paper strewn here and there blackened into crisps. All my pictures where gone. Nothing was remotely salvageable like I had prayed for. Sighing I pulled myself over to the next window. Liz's room.

Blackened as mine, nothingness stared back at me. Something had been here. That unshakeable feeling like I was being watched. Something evil was there. Hidden.

Anxiety and fear took over my senses as I was blindsided into the window frame causing a chain reaction. I was falling, and the building was coming with me.

I hit the ground hard. The air knocked from my lungs I struggled to breath, struggled to pull myself away from the collapsing building. Debris smashed into the side of my head and ankle. I cried out in pain as I made it to my feet one of my eyes shut from the crimson liquid now spilling out the cut on the side of my scalp. My mind screamed at me to run, and run I did. The crash of the buildings skeleton hitting the ground echoed into the night. I collapsed to the ground, breathing hard mind turning in different directions. This was no accident.

There's a chill in the air, and somewhere close wooden stairs creaked with weight. I wasn't about to stick around to find out who it was.

I wasn't to worried about my head. Remembering back from med school the head was very vascular, though that didn't mean I was in the clear.

"Damnit." Growling I forced myself to my feet finding I was able to move at only a hobble. The BRPD was a ways off.

The room was white and smelled of disinfectant. Looking at my arm I could see the IVs they had managed to get into me after collapsing a vein. So I was told. One blood transfusion, a concussion, fractured medial malleolus and talus, and a crack in the skull causing an epidural hematoma. Hence all the bleeding. No worse for wear.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Liz had come in though I hadn't heard the door. "I felt it Liz. I feel like I could have done something to save him. A hint. A clue. Fuck!"

I sat up in frustration only to feel lightheaded at the abrupt movement. "You know as well as I do we...couldn't save the Professor. This was a calculated attack. On you and him. Question is why." I shook my head immediately regretting the movement shown by the grimace on my face. "Abe said it had something to do with the Thule Society." Liz gave a ghost of a smile.

"He was worried about you, you know." I gave her a look choosing my words. "As was everyone else. I never meant to worry anyone. I was just hoping something was left." Sighing heavily I went to cover my face with my hands though I was thankful when Liz stopped my right hand from meeting the tender flesh. Liz sighed and wrapped me in a hug. "It was pretty funny to see him turn that shade of purple though.." "Liz.." I knew she was only trying to lighten the mood for my sake. The news of Professor Brooms passing has affected us all differently. I was ridded with guilt and could only hug her back limply as tears threatened my good eye.

I had been regaled with the tale of Myers carrying my limp body down the main hall covered in blood and sheetrock much to Abe's horror. He had taken me from Myers arms and taken me straight to the medic ward going on about who left her alone? How did this happen? And had turned the most ludacris shade of purple when Meyers joked about hearing wedding bells. Wrong time to attempt a joke Myers.

Frankly it was mortifying and with my headache I was in no mood. No one had seen Hellboy. He had even locked himself away from Liz. I couldn't begin to imagine his hurt. Another wave of guilt washed over me. If only. The funeral was tomorrow, which would also be the first day I would be allowed to 'walk' outside the ward. The glass door opened once more revealing Abe as Liz pulled away.

"I'm gonna go see if I can find Red." She quietly made her exit leaving us alone.

He gazed at me as if unsure of something before speaking, "I'm glad to see your healing well."

I smiled at him best as I could, a tear spilling over which I hastily wiped away. "Thanks to you, I'm alright. Thank you for taking care of me Abe."

He smiled coming to take a seat by the bed his eyes seemed to darken as he asked, "What happened Annie?"

I had just about made it back to the bureau, a few blocks more and I would make it! Hows that for grit. I looked like id been through a war zone. In walking Id had enough time to asses the damage. My jeans had tears in them and were blood stained and the jacket I had been wearing was unsalvageable and ditched. My eye had swollen shut though the deep cut above it continued to bleed and my ankle had turned a disgusting purple color. It was definitely fractured with tears the the surrounding tissue.

"Stupid, stupid." Cursing myself for my own foolishness I heard voices.

I could make out figures ahead, close to a street lamp. "Annie? Annie!" The familiar voice of Liz filled my ears and soon enough the two figures came into focus. I was feeling faint after the blood loss. Must have walked longer than I thought.

Collapsing to my knees I felt arms around me before concerned eyes met mine. Her mouth was moving in a blur. Trying to focus with one eye wasn't working.

"Attacked." That was all I managed before I saw the bright headlights of a car pull up and more blurs pool out which seemed to be agents. That feeling hit the pit of my stomach again. Something horrible had happened. Concentrating harder I could make out 'Professor Broom' and the 'no's' coming from Liz. That when it struck me, it wasn't the blood loss that had been gnawing at the back of my brain tugging at my consciousness. It was the dark entity. Professor Broom was gone.

Abe looked deep in thought as I told him what happened. Finally he managed what sounded like a sigh and looked at me standing.

"Do you want a break? From the room I mean.." He trailed off as if unsure. I couldn't help but smile at his offer. "Sure but I can't walk." He looked at me once more unblinkingly before giving a wave of his webbed hand. "That is no problem, may I carry you? The library is just down the hall." He offered a hand and I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. "Well no but I don't!" I never got to finish my sentence as he hoisted me bridal style from the bed into his arms with ease.

Holding out a hand I opened the door for him to carry me through much to the surprise of passing agents.

"So...I heard you can actually turn a shade of purple?" He faltered for a second indeed turning the color I had mentioned while I quietly prayed he couldn't see with his psychic ability how I was thinking how his skin felt against mine.