A/N: I've decided that this story is going to take place after the first two cases, therefore Philly is gone and Erica is in, also they have already gotten the first two fugitives. This story is going to start off with T-Bag and his story, which is going to veer away from the show at that point seeing as how the next episode doesn't air until tonight and I want this story to go a particular way.

And Then There Were None...

Chapter 2

3 Years Later...

Julianne walked into the quiet office holding her coffee. She looked around and noticed Ray was not there at the moment. It had been three years since the incident, and ever since then she had been rather close to Ray. He was like a second father to her.

He helped her through all the aftermath, the therapy, the panic attacks, and the fear. They had not caught the man who had caused her so much pain. They were still looking, and at first Julianne couldn't even go out of her house. But with some help from friends, family, and Ray, she was making progress. That didn't mean that she was completely fine, far from it. She still did double takes everytime she walked down the street, she refused to drive anywhere. She had multiple locks on her door and she kept a gun under her bed. Ray had insisted that she keep it, hoping to help her feel safe, and it did. She did sleep a little better knowing it was under the bed, but the fear was still with her, all the time. She couldn't shake the past enough to completely move on. She knew that would never happen until he was caught and in jail for good.

Ray was so nice to her and he was always checking up on her case. He kept her up to date, but they've had no leads in a very long time. After all she had told them about her ordeal and where she was, they had found nothing. While working with him on her case, he found out how skilled she was on a computer, and offered her a job. The only catch was that she would be working with actual cons. Ray had this theory that it takes a con to catch a con. He had been hesitant at first, given her state, but she assured him and as long as he was around, and that these cons weren't that bad, she would be okay. At least that's what she tried to tell herself ever since she accepted.

"Julianne!" a voice shouted, and Julianne shook her head, and turned to see Ray standing in the doorway. He looked at her inquisitively. "Are you okay? I said your name three times."

Had he? I didn't even hear him. "Oh, sorry, just zoned out for a minute," Julianne said. She turned back to her desk and walked over to sit in front of her laptop.

Ray walked over to her desk and took a seat across from her. "Are you sure you're up for this? Maybe it's too soon," Ray said, more to himself than to Julianne.

"Ray, it's been three years. I think it's about time for me to do something, and this is something I can do," Julianne tried to reassure him. She gave him a small smile and he returned it. "Plus, we've already had two cases so far and it isn't that bad."

"The first two fugitives were nothing compared to our next case," Ray said, handing her the file. Julianne opened it up and took a look at the next con. It was a white male, early forties, who had a mean snarl on his face, and his eyes were so cold. Julianne scanned over his offenses, which went on for pages, but a few words jumped out at her: rapist, kidnapper, murderer.

"This one's a bad one, Julianne, so if you think you can't," Ray started to say and Julianne interrupted him.

"Ray, listen, it will be fine. I need to do this. I like this work, helping people. And if I can keep what happened to me, from happening to someone else, well...," Julianne trailed off, her anxiety getting the best of her. Ray took her hand and gave it a slight squeeze.

"Ok, I believe in you, and if this is what you want, I'm behind you," Ray told her and Julianne smiled through the slight tears on her face.

Just then the front door opened and voices could be heard. Julianne turned around quickly and wiped her eyes, trying to leave no trace on her face that she wasn't in the right state. Charlie had really got into her last time, and she didn't want that to happen again.

"If you don't make this dumb white boy shut the hell up, I'm going to have to break his jaw," Julianne heard Shea say. She turned around in her chair, hoping her eyes weren't red.

"I'm only stating facts," Lloyd said, following behind Shea. Erica was behind Lloyd and Charlie behind her.

"No one is doing anything to anyone, and Lloyd, shut up," Charlie said. Lloyd threw up his hands, opening his mouth, but Charlie gave him a look and Lloyd just shut up.

"You sure know how to pick 'em," Charlie said to Ray, as he walked over and poured himself some coffee.

"Well, they did pretty good with the first two cons, didn't they," Ray commented back and Charlie just went to drinking his coffee. "Alright, you three, take a seat, this one's a pretty tough case."

"Who is it?" Erica asked and Ray gave her a file.

Julianne watched as the three cons took a seat. She pulled her clothes a little closer and curled herself into her computer just a bit more.

"His name is Theodore Bagwell, A.K.A. "T-Bag" and he escaped from Fox River sometime between late last night and early this morning. He's a sick man. He rapes, kidnaps, and murders anyone. Men, women, kids, he just doesn't care," Ray said, as he passed out the file.

"Wow, this guy really gets around," Lloyd commented and Erica huffed.

"He's sick, that's what he is," Erica said, and no one disagreed with her.

"Where should we start?" Shea said, and Lloyd turned to him.

"With all this going on, it's no doubt the guy had mommy issues, or daddy issues, or both," Lloyd said, then he turned to Julianne. "Julianne, does his parents live around here?" Lloyd asked her.

It took her a moment before she answered, surprised he had addressed her so quickly. "Um, give me a second," she said, and she quickly typed on the computer. "His parents are both dead, but it looks like they had a small property about 50 miles from here."

"I'd start there," Lloyd said.

"Good work Julianne," Charlie said. "Alright crew, let's head out."

They all gathered their stuff. "We"ll be in touch, Julianne," Ray said, before heading out.

They all started to walk out, but Lloyd lingered just a moment. He came up to Julianne's desk, and she couldn't help the immediate thoughts that ran through her mind. She forced herself to calm down. She had known this man for a few weeks now, and he hadn't done anything to make her think that he would hurt her.

"When we came in, I could tell your eyes were red and cheeks a little puffy, and I know you'd been crying. Were you still upset with how Charlie acted last week," Lloyd asked. "He acts that way because he wants you to know that he's in charge and not Ray, and he sees the bond you and Ray have, and that makes him insecure."

Julianne didn't look up from the computer. "That's not why and I wasn't crying anyway," Julianne said defensively.

"Still avoiding eye contact and denying the truth," Lloyd commented.

"You should go before they leave you," Julianne said.

"I can tell you're very uncomfortable with me being here. It's not like I'm unfamiliar with that look," Lloyd said, and Julianne chanced a look up at Lloyd. He looked at her and his eyes seemed to go soft for a bit. "I'm going, but I just want you to know that it's okay to cry, it's actually good for you." With that he smiled at her and took off out the door.

Julianne heard the door close and she couldn't help the smile that formed on her lips. Lloyd had just made her feel a little better. Maybe she could learn to cope with this group of cons, she just had to take it one day at a time...one day at a time.