Charlie and Ray just gawked dumbly at the woman standing in front of them. They both couldn't believe their eyes, Johnson choose her to be on his team? Lloyd, Julianne and Shea sported the same expression as Charlie and Ray. Erica on the other hand narrowed in on Philly as if wanting to see what was so special about this woman. Johnson looked like he had Charlie and Ray right where he wanted them; caught between headlights. His team on the other hand didn't look too impressed about anything. Charlie was the first one to snap out of trance.

"She has over one million dollars in her account!" Charlie informed.

"An account that the Marshals have control over now until her sentence is served," Johnson replied calmly. "We have come to an ...agreement."

"But what if she escapes?" Ray added furiously glaring daggers at the woman.

"That is information that only we and Philly have come to agreement on. You don't need to worry yourselves over something that doesn't concern you."

Everyone stared at each other for a few moments until Johnson said. "So are we going to catch a dangerous criminal or have a staring contest for the rest of the day?"

Charlie growled something too low for anyone to hear as he headed back over to Julianne. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and whispered something into her ear. She listened and then finally nodded.

"So," Johnson said grandly. "This is the place where the infamous Fugitive Taskforce has been."

Ray and Charlie ignored Johnson as a picture of Blair came up on the screen.

"He is charged on six accounts of first degree murder. A quadruple life-sentence with no parole," Julianne said, her voice was slightly shaky and her fingers kept twirling and intertwining with her scarf. "His brother caught him once, recorded all their conversations and then sent them to the police. Blair tried to elude the police but he was already at large exactly three hours after police discovered six bodies hidden in the walls of his apartment."

There was a silence as the other taskforce took in what Julianne was saying.

"Is that it?" Johnson asked curiously. Julianne frowned as she didn't know how to answer him. He saw her expression and then shook his head as if he were dealing with a child. "What I mean is that all you have?" Johnson turned and then pointed directly at Lloyd. "You're obviously a genius, what else did you guys figure out?"

Lloyd stole a glance at Charlie who nodded. "Blair has had a past record of violence and minor disturbance."

"So low-esteem and high neuroticism," Marshall concluded. "Making his movements more susceptible and lazy."

"Exactly."

Johnson nodded and then turned to Shea. "What about you?"

Shea looked like he wanted to tea Johnson to pieces but he kept his cool and explained. "Most likely he would go back to finish up the job which, is killing his brother Aaron who had put him in prison in the first place."

"His tracks would be easier to find," Erica said before Johnson could get to her. "I think that the more clumsy he becomes with his mind pre-occupied with going after his brother the better we can track and find the guy. Chances are that we could possibly - just possibly move a few steps ahead of him to really see that path that he is on."

"Which would be to get after his brother right?" Johnson asked.

"Yes, and any other tracks that might suggest that Blair is after something else."

"Like what?" Philly asked.

"Anything," Lloyd explained. "From money to get farther away from us or even to visit someone who was also in on the murders that managed to escape from custody."

"We were just going to leave to go look at a few paths that Blair might be headed," Charlie said. "Before you guys came."

Johnson looked back at his team and said, "Well I see no problem in tagging along. What about you guys?"

There was another brief few seconds of a staring contest and Johnson turned back to Charlie and Ray smiling. "There's your answer."


On the ride to Aaron's apartment, Marshall and Lloyd sat in the back not saying one word to one another. Occasionally they stole glances but nothing was said. Marshall wondered on what kind of genius such as Lloyd himself could get caught up in pathological gambling. While Lloyd wondered what kind of skill the kid actually had with human behaviour. In the front was Keenrawl and Ray who too were quiet as they both contemplated silently on either one's abilities as well as personalities. Ray wondered if Keenrawl was still the haughtily asshole that had caught him. While Keenrawl was wondering if Ray still had the abilities to work as a Marshal or if they were destroyed after he had gotten caught. The ride to Aaron's apartment was quiet and filled with silent tension.


Philly and Erica were both at the prison Blair was sentenced too. They had found two locks completely destroyed by what seemed liked metal wires and a fence cutter a few miles away from the penitentiary. Erica examined the locks and noticed a faint sign of a fingerprint. She had Charlie make a print to see if anyone else was a part of Blair's escape.

"So," Erica said slowly moving away from Philly. "I took her place?"

Charlie rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I don't have time for this Erica."

"What did she do?"

"She helped out with getting close to the people who were involved with the criminals."

Erica raised her eyebrow. "So in conclusion she was a -."

"Erica!"

The outburst was sudden and sharp. Johnson who was talking to a guard who had gotten injured looked over and gave Charlie a quizzical look.

"Please," Charlie said slight anger tinted his voice. "Not now."

Charlie moved away from Erica who left to go examine the other lock that was damaged in the process of escape.

"Can't control your team Charlie?" Johnson asked smugly.

"Shove it," Charlie snapped back before going back to some documents.


Back in the office, a box of Blair's belongings was on the table and journals as well as notebooks and scraps of paper were scattered around. Shea was reading an entry that Blair had written into his notebook while Trevor went over the scraps of paper.

"Interesting drawing," Trevor commented holding up the picture of a mutilated body for Shea to see. It was shaded in to give the picture more depth and visuals.

"Lloyd can help us with that," Shea said going back to the journals. "If that has any meaning too it."

"Marshall can help too."

Shea looked up from the entry. "Yes but Lloyd would probably be better."

Trevor placed down the morbid drawing. "Are you saying that Marshall is bad at what he does?"

"I'm saying that Lloyd is more experienced."

Shea and Trevor both turned at the same time to face each other. They both glared at each other until they heard a voice.

"Will you both please stop it?" the voice was shallow yet filled with something along the line of annoyance. Shea turned to see that it was Julianne who had talked. She looked at both at the from behind her computer. Shea didn't reply, only turned back and picked up another journal to read it.

"Still a little uneasy I see."

Julianne tightened up and turned to see Rachelle typing at a laptop that Johnson had gotten her. Julianne didn't say anything only turned back to her computer. But when she went to type something, she froze solid and her fingers didn't seem to work.

"Still having problems?" Rachelle asked with false sympathy as she typed with ease.

"I'm uh...sorting everything ...out," Julianne muttered but she said it more to herself than Rachelle.

"Uh huh of course you are."

Shea, who had obviously heard the conversation, had enough. He turned to Rachelle and said, "And let me guess, you were nothing but sweet during class?"

Rachelle, who wasn't ready for an attack from Shea, looked up from her computer. Her expression went from haughtily to slight anger.

"I'm not talking to you," Rachelle snapped rudely.

Shea shrugged. "Well you talked loud enough that the guys downstairs could probably hear you. Might as well throw in my opinion in too."

Trevor turned to Shea and growled, "Rachelle wasn't talking to you."

Shea turned back to Trevor and replied, "Everyone can have an opinion especially when the person who is talking, gets snippy with their friends."

Trevor shoved Shea who stumbled back slightly. "You wanna say something, you better say it now."

Shea retaliated immediately and gave Trevor an even more powerful push. "I have people in your prison who would skin you alive brother."

Immediately it became push-and-shove between Shea and Trevor until Julianne raced from her desk and stood firmly between Shea and Trevor.

"Stop it!" she hollered, Julianne's mind was going miles per hour trying to figure out what she was doing. Her hands shook uncontrollably and her voice went about a semi-tone higher than usual. "Just stop, or...or I'll tell Charlie."

Shea immediately backed off knowing that if Charlie knew what had happened, Charlie would literally drag Shea back to Sing Sing himself. Trevor moved back knowing that if Johnson knew what had happened his gig would be up. Julianne hurried back to the safety of her desk where she hid herself behind the screen of her computer while typing furiously.