Agent Liette Arnaut had not been among those from Quantico that had been assigned to the Joe Carroll case. Carroll was taking up much of their resources at the Behavioral Analysis Unit but there were still other cases and other jobs to be done. In Liette's case, there was a class to be taught at the training academy. At twenty nine she was the youngest agent to act as a professor. What she lacked in actual experience she made up for in knowledge. She had only worked a dozen cases in her three years in the BAU but at twenty nine she was one of the only agents with two PhDs and work experience as a guest lecturer at four different universities. She was the resident genius in Quantico but that was hardly the reason Joe wanted to speak to her.

"Who?" Ryan asked immediately as Joe voiced his request. He had been out of the FBI for long enough to have lost track of most new recruits. He hadn't known anyone when he had been pulled back onto this case but by now he knew most of their names. He highly doubted she was among those who were working the case. Parker, Weston, Mitchell...not matter how many names he ran through his head the name Arnaut didn't seem familiar.

Debra was not in the same boat as Hardy. The moment she heard Liette's name leave Carroll's lips she was rushing back towards the interrogation room. The guards outside moved out of the way for her with a wave of her hand so she could join the two men. The door flew open, causing both Ryan and Joe to cast their eyes upon the brunette who stood before them. Debra let out a breath so sharp that it felt as if it cut through the air. A concerned look lay upon her face, her eyes narrowing and her brow flattened in confusion. She had been Liette's supervising officer for the past year and a half so she knew exactly who Carroll was talking about, she just didn't know why. With one of her agents already missing and their investigation coming up with nothing Debra wanted some answers.

"What do you want with Liette?" Debra asked before Joe could answer Ryan's question. She swallowed hard as she watched a sickly smile move its way along Joe's lips in one swift motion. He straightened his shoulders and lifted his head, his gaze dancing past Ryan to hold Debra's own. It made her sick to see him so confident like this. They had him in custody and yet sometimes it felt like he held all the cards. Joe was constantly one step ahead of them and Debra needed to find a way to put an end to that. Handing him one of her agents hardly seemed like a smart way to go about that. He already had Mike, he couldn't let him have Liette as well.

"I'd like to see her."

The request seemed so strange. A feeling was rising in Debra that Liette was somehow connected to Carroll but she wanted to deny herself such doubt. They had already seen that Joe had his hands in the military and the police force but Debra hated the thought that he had infiltrated the FBI. She especially didn't like the idea that one of her own could be one of his pawns. From the brief experience Debra had with Liette she knew the girl to be a good agent and a better worker. She was difficult to get to know on a personal basis but she always put one hundred and ten percent of herself into every case they were involved with. That thought spiraled Debra into another, making her wonder if Liette's involvement in the BAU was sparked by Joe. Ted Bundy and a handful of other killers had thrown themselves into the police investigations of their crimes, it wasn't completely impossible for Liette to have joined the FBI in order to stay close to Joe. They had already seen the amount of devotion Carroll's followers had for him. Jordy had killed himself before he had to tell them anything about Joe and the others had created whole fake lives just to play their parks in Joe's book. What if Liette was no different?

"You will get her for me, won't you agent Parker?" Joe's voice beckoned Debra out of her thoughts but not away from her worries. She stepped into the room a bit more, trying to show confidence but her worry was written all over her face. Joe could read her like a book and the smile that remained on his lips showed just how amused he was by the fact that Debra was scared. He fed on that fear, knowing that he could use it to turn her into his puppet for the time being. He just had to tug on the right strings to make her dance for him. "I'll get to see Liette and hopefully you'll all get to see agent Weston again. If you act quick enough."

"How much time do we have Joe?" Debra asked, worried for Mike.

"Not more than a day now. It's a good thing Quantico isn't that far." Joe said, instructing Debra to go do what she needed to to get Liette here just with the look in his eyes. It was difficult not to think about Poe's whole eyes as the windows into the soul when Joe's bore into Debra in such a way. The blankness of his stare was chilling like a night with no stars. The dark brown of his irises appeared black in his unfeeling stare. Those eyes were something that Debra wished she didn't have to look into. After almost ten years with the FBI, Debra didn't scare easily but there was something about Joe Carroll that was haunting. He couldn't startle her or frighten her out of the room but that ghostly stare would still be there when she closed her eyes to sleep.

"Who is she to you?" Ryan asked, realizing Debra had stopped questioning.

"An old friend." Joe said, intertwining his fingers like laces, crossing them over each other tightly in hopes that such a hold would stop his hands from trembling. His face appeared cold and still but the rattling of his chains drew the picture of a man who was stirring inside. Joe Carroll wasn't nearly as put together as Debra took him for, not when it came to Liette. "She was a student of mine." he elaborated, stopping himself from divulging too much information just because he wanted to talk about her. Joe knew he could have written books just on the many looks Liette got when she was studying or the ways she tied her hair up. He could have put pen to paper for hours just describing every curve of her body and tone of her voice. He had to deny himself such descriptive pleasures here with Debra and Ryan or he'd give too much of himself away. So far they saw Claire as his only weakness but she was a mere irritation in comparison to the girl he requested now.

"Liette was in your class at Winslow?" Debra asked, her worries stitching together in a tapestry that held Liette as an accolade. She pictured the young woman, blonde and slender, sitting across from Joe, separated by glass as he convinced her to do his bidding. Could she really be no different than Emma? Another girl enchanted by Joe's charm and his idea that real art involved feeling. It didn't sound like that logical young woman she knew but at the same time Debra knew she couldn't rule out the option.

"That would be how she was my student, yes." Joe rested his hands against the cool metal of the table, separating his fingers to he could push his palms against the flat surface. This steadied him as he prepared to speak again. "Liette took my course on romantic literature as an elective, perhaps you remember seeing her once or twice Ryan. She never missed a single class." Joe didn't expect Hardy to actually remember Liette, after all the most memorable student from that class for Hardy would have been Sarah Fuller. Now the memory of Sarah would be filled with blood and shock, Joe had finished the job that Ryan had originally stopped him from doing. Liette was just the girl in the front row with her hand up all the time, she had been of little consequence to Ryan.

"You can't have her Joe." Ryan decided quite quickly.

"Then you won't be seeing Agent Weston alive again." Joe responded without a second thought. Ryan had to learn that this game would be played by Joe's rules and right now those rules dictated that his request be filled. "I will tell you where he only when Agent Arnaut is sitting where you are now. Until then I have nothing to say to you Ryan. In fact I'm feeling rather fatigued." Joe closed up, locking himself like a safe. Ryan and Debra had watched him do this before. It wasn't a defense mechanism but rather a skill. Joe knew how to shut them out completely and once he decided that it was time to do so he was practically impenetrable until they had the key. This time the key had a name and Debra knew it was time to call her in.

Without another word Debra turned her back on Joe and the room, her hand reaching for the door so she could leave once more. "Hardy come on, we're done here." she instructed, giving no confirmation to Joe that they would procure Liette for him. However, her rushed exit with Ryan was a good enough sign for Joe who relaxed back in his chair knowing that in a few hours his wish would be fulfilled.

"So who is she?" Ryan asked Debra the moment Joe was locked behind them and out of earshot.

"One of my agents," Debra answered, turning to face Ryan as she raked her fingers through her hair. "youngest in the BAU."

"And one of Joe's-"

"We don't know that." Debra interrupted before Ryan made the accusation that she had simply been mulling over in her head. Innocent until proven guilty. It was important to not make leaps and bounds with this Carroll case even if they were always grasping at straws. They had to be careful and that meant making sure they got every piece of the story before they assumed anything.

"There are only so many reasons Joe would want to see her." Ryan had no idea who Liette Arnaut was but he was done trusting people. The last woman they had pulled in here had murdered one of their agents and kidnapped his sister. Maggie had been a ruthless villain hiding under the mask of an abused woman. Monsters hid beneath the skin of people who had appeared normal. Jacob and Paul had earned the trust of Sarah Fuller all while planning on kidnapping her for Joe's sake. Emma had done the same thing with Claire and Joey.

"She could be a victim." Debra reminded him quickly.

"And you'll put her in that room either way?"

"We don't have a choice. We have to find Mike."