A/N: I just wanted to give a huge thank you to everyone who has read this story and offered me support. It is the kind words from people like you that keep me writing.

Chapter 10: Resolution

Seized by anger, I follow Don out of the little room. "Donald Flack!" I holler down the hallway. "You WILL come here and answer me!" I put my hands on my hips and glare at him from the opposite end of the hall. Oh, if looks could kill – or at least maim.

"What?" Don asks in a tone of exasperation.

"Don't 'what' me in that tone of voice. I will not have you losing your job on account of me! What the hell happened in there?"

Don chews the inside of his lip for a few moments before he answers me. "The guy's an even bigger creep than I thought. His obsession with you is…absurd. He has himself convinced that you are the only person in the world for him and that the world is giving him signs that you need to be together to restore balance to the universe. Or some other bullshit like that."

I roll my eyes. "Figures. Kyle was working on a degree on conspiracy theories and their philosophies when I first met him. It looks like he finally found one to believe in." How the hell did I ever get myself tied up with this piece of pond scum? On a sudden whim, I turn around and walk towards the interrogation room.

"Kathy….what are you doing?" Don's voice has changed from severely pissed off to overly concerned.

"I'm going to finally lay all of my demons to rest." I push open the door to the interrogation room where Kyle still sits. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Don go into the room where I had been watching from minutes before.

The moment that I enter the room, Kyle's head snaps up and a fearsome smile cracks across his face. "Ah, Kathy. I knew you'd come back to me."

"Shut the hell up Kyle." I have finally reached the breaking point. "I'm not going to take your crap any longer."

"Kathy," he practically purrs. "That is no way to treat your husband."

I slap him hard across the face. "You are no husband of mine! I never married your pathetic ass. I don't even know why I agreed to the engagement."

Kyle turns his head slightly. Just for a moment, I can see the charming man he once was back in college. Now his face is shadowed by something dark. "You agreed because you know you are the perfect complement to me. Its there in your genes."

I freeze mid-step. In my genes? My mind races frantically back to our college years at Washington State. "The tests…." I whisper. Suddenly it all comes back to me. Kyle had used all of his friends as guinea pigs. It seemed like every week he'd ask for a new sample of saliva. "Oh gods…" A perfect picture comes up in my memory of a sheet of test results I found once.

Wild eyed, I spin around and face Kyle. "You think I'm a perfect match because one of your tests revealed that I carry no genetic mutations at all. I am neither carrier nor transmitter of genetic diseases. But, here's what was more important to you." The shame of what I am about to reveal to the people who have been helping me all this time becomes unbearable. Nevertheless, I know that I must continue forward and lay everything out. "You found out one day that you and I are distant cousins. I'm not sure what theory you've lost your mind to, but whatever it is, it has you convinced that you must find a pure relation."

"See Kathy, I knew you would see my side of things."

Enraged, I grab him by the hair and slam him onto the metal table. "I'm not done." I look him right in his haunted eyes. "It's over. You will never follow me again. You will never hurt me again." Once I say those words, it feels like a heavy weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

The cops enter the room and take Kyle away. His screams of protest do not even reach my ears. My smile is bigger and brighter than it ever has been. Stella walks in and simply smiles at me. Mac nods gravely, relieved that the ordeal is over. Don on the other hand, sweeps into the interrogation room and wraps me up in a bone-breaking embrace.

"Its over…I can't believe its over."

Don kisses my forehead. "You have your life back."

Quietly, I see Mac and Stella leave the room.

"You know, it's weird. I've been on the run for so long it became natural. I don't think I remember what I normal life actually is." I laugh a little bit at the strangeness of the situation. "After wishing for normalcy for so long, now that I have it, I don't know what to do."

Don flashes me his trademark roguish grin. "Well, I think the first step would be to move in with me."

"Why your place?" I shoot back playfully.

"Well, I do have the bigger apartment…"

"One condition."

His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. "Conditions? You've just resolved a traumatic life experience and you're already demanding conditions?"

"You let me redecorate. Your place is far too bare to be livable."

I can see Don's terror recede. "Is that all? I think I can live with that. What are some of the colors you were thinking of?"

"You know," I say fingering his badge attached to his blue blazer, "blue has become my new favorite color. I think I might use some of that somewhere." The smile on his face tells me that he knows exactly what I am talking about.

And there in that interrogation room is when my life began