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Scars remind us of where we've been, they don't have to dictate where we're going.-Joe Mantegna as David Rossi on "Criminal Minds." (Season 5 Episode 10 "The Slave of Duty")
Lt. Matthew Brody walked into his home and sighed. He was so tired, it was amazing that he could get a full night's sleep and after a full day's work it could feel as if he hadn't slept in days. Removing his gun belt, he placed it on the hall table.
"Honey?" he called out, "Come here girl!" The dog came running around the corner, tongue out and panting.
"What have you been up to while daddy was at work?" he asked the golden haired retriever as he squatted down to pat and rub the dog.
"Nothing much, just getting reacquainted with an old family member," a voice said from the doorway to the living area.
Without thought, Matthew grabbed his gun out of his ankle holster and falling to the ground backwards, he held up the gun towards the intruder. "Freeze!" he yelled out.
Laughing, the intruder said, "Oh c'mon cuz. Has it been so long that you've seen me that you've forgotten what I look like?"
Focusing his attention on the intruder, Matthew realized that the man standing in the doorway was his cousin, Robert.
"Robbie?" Matthew said.
"Hey there Mattie-boy, how's the life of being an officer?" Robert questioned as he tossed two grapes into his mouth and chewed them.
"I'm a lieutenant," Matthew corrected, "and things are going pretty good. I mean there's this one case now that's gotten so entangled that we had to call the FBI in on it, but, I think we're close to catching the sonofabitch."
"You're a lot closer than you think," Robert smirked. Watching as Matthew stood up and glared at him.
"What the hell are you doing here Robbie?" he asked.
"Cleaning up our nation," Robert answered nonchalantly as he tossed in a few more grapes, "so guess who I saw today?"
Matthew led the way into the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, "Who?"
"Remember those black bastards who got me arrested when we were kids? The ones whose parents put up such a stink about the fact that I carved A.N. in their daughter's ankle?" Robert laughed.
"Yeah…vaguely. I don't remember their names. They almost had me arrested though," Matthew stated as he grabbed a beer from the fridge and handed one to Robert.
"I'll never forget the name of the black bitch that sat in court and cried and said that she was scared that I was going to rape her cousin and then rape her," Robert growled, "Kara Morgan. As long as I live, her name is ingrained on my memory. Her and her cousin, Derek."
Matthew spluttered and choked on the beer he was drinking when he heard the names that Robert said. "Kara and Derek Morgan?" he whispered, his eyes closing in anguish as he realized that the reason that they'd looked so familiar to him is because he'd stood by and watched as his cousin and his cousin's friends, new recruits of the Aryan Nation, had beaten them up.
Looking suspiciously at Matthew, Robert continued, "I followed them back to their hotel. That black bitch is dating a white man. They were hugging and kissing all out in public. It was disgusting." He tossed his beer bottle in the trash. "It made me sick, just like seeing those fags out in public."
At Robert's use of the word fags, Matthew turned to look at him. "Fags?" he questioned.
"Yes, fags," Robert agreed, "Between them and these black mongrels it's no wonder that our nation is suffering so."
Matthew continued to drink his beer as his mind began to think back over his childhood with Robert. Robert had always been a troubled kid, his parents had told him that Robert was a little too feminine as a little boy and that his father had beat it out of him after his mother had passed away. He'd never truly understood, not until he'd caught Robert and another boy, Brock, kissing and touching each other underneath the covers at his sleepover. When he'd questioned Robert, Robert had told him that he was setting up the other boy. The next day Robert and a group of other boys had jumped Brock and beaten him up so bad that he'd had to go into the hospital. Robert's father had gotten him out of trouble, but Robert was never the same after that.
Matthew swallowed deeply, his breaths coming out in short, shallow pants, "What have you done Robert?" he asked, cursing himself for leaving his gun on the hallway table.
"I did what you should've done a long time ago. Clean up this damn state! As an upstanding white man in this community, one of God's purest, you should have been killing off these fags for a while now! Then you could've started on the blackies," Robert said as he pulled out a pair of gloves from his pocket.
"W-wh-what are you doing?" Matthew asked as he backed away from Robert who'd just pulled out Matthew's gun from the back of his waistband.
"You've always been soft, Mattie-boy. Can't have you running off to tell the F-B-I that I'm killing all these men. 'Sides, I saw the way you were looking at that bitch, Kara," Robert growled. Aiming the gun at his cousin, he grinned, a sadistic smile, "Damn cuz, if only you had joined in the fight, I wouldn't have to kill you right now."
"You don't have to Robbie," Matthew stammered out, tears forming in his eyes as he tried desperately to find a weapon or something to protect him. Before he could bring the wooden cutting board up to protect himself, however, Robert released the safety and shot Matthew in the head. Watching as his one and only cousin hit the ground, Robert released a small laugh.
"Well shoot cousin, you should have told me that sooner," he chuckled as he tossed the gun down near Matthew. Looking around, he found a piece of paper and composed a note to the FBI.
"This is totally off script for him. He didn't rape, beat, or cut the throat of Lt. Brody," Reid stated as he observed the body of the lieutenant.
"That's because he killed his cousin," Kara murmured, "the only thing worse than having sex with another man or a black woman is having sex with a relative," she said as she read the note left by Robert one more time:
Dear FBI,
It's tragic that Lt Brody had to meet his maker so soon, but I'm afraid that he
was onto me. I have quite a few more men to take care of here in Brunswick before I
can leave, so if you care for this country that you serve, you'll let me clear this state
of all the fags that live here. I'll do my best to not make the areas too bloody. By the
way tell agents Kara and Derek Morgan that I said hi. It's been too long since we
last saw each other. Nice to know that Kara has found a WHITE man to be with. I'll
see her soon.
Sincerely.
"He didn't even sign it," Prentiss said as she looked over Kara's shoulder.
"He knew that he didn't need to," Derek muttered, yanking off his gloves and turning away in anger and disgust.
"So he's going to try to finish killing those 12 men…" Rossi began.
"And then he's going to come after me," Kara whispered, causing the attention of everyone to swing to her.
"Over my dead body," Derek growled.
"Nothing is going to happen to you," Hotch said as he walked over to take the note away from Kara and bagged it as evidence, "I'm not going to lose you to some racist, closeted homosexual who has a problem with himself."
Everyone in the room turned to look at Hotch in shock. "What? It's what he is," he growled out, his anger matching Derek's as the two men looked at Kara in overprotective fury.
Scoffing at both men, Kara turned and walked away. She was too angry and too frustrated to deal with either one of them. "Hey there, are you okay?" JJ asked as she walked up behind Kara.
"Yeah…no…ah, JJ, I have no idea," Kara said as she turned to lean against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest, "my life has been an unending sea of drama. From the moment I was born, it's been nonstop. And Derek's been there with me through it all. I hate that I keep putting him through all of this, and now he's married. He shouldn't have to keep worrying about me."
"I'm sure he doesn't think of it that way," JJ debated.
"How could he not? He's been trying to protect me since I was born. He's probably sick of me by now," Kara pouted, tears in her eyes, "I'm sick of me. And now I've got babies to think about and there's Aaron and Jack…" giving herself a small shake, Kara stood upright. "Well, that's enough of that. I'm going to find this bastard, I'm going to take him out and I'm going to stop being such a girl about all of it."
JJ smiled at Kara and nodded her head in agreement. Kara patted JJ on the shoulder and walked back to the crime scene. JJ turned to see Derek standing in the doorway. She shrugged her shoulders at him.
"I had no idea that she felt that way," he explained, "I don't feel that way. She's family, I love her like a little sister, I don't have to protect her...I want to protect her…" he stopped when he realized that JJ was laughing.
"She knows that Derek, she just needs some time. She's been through a lot this last year, and she thinks that it's all her fault, and with her having just given birth to three babies, she's going to be a little emotional. Then with this latest UnSub. She needs to feel like the hero. Like she's not a jinx or a burden. She'll be okay," JJ stated, waving off Derek's statement.
"Gotcha JJ," Derek nodded then walked away.
Robert Brody paced back and forth in the bedroom of Joseph Williams. The man in question was sleeping soundly after having what he considered the most amazing sex of his life. Robert stared at Joseph in anger, walking towards him, he pulled out his blade and jerking back the head of the man, he slit his throat. His blood spraying Robert in the face. "You're so disgusting!" Robert yelled at the now deceased body, "You're a disgrace to this nation! To this world! To your race! What kind of a man do you think you are?! Sleeping with other men? Kissing them?" The words of Robert's father to him years ago came spewing forth from his lips as he angrily began pounding his fists into Joseph's face and body. Yanking off the covers, Robert grabbed the dead body of Joseph Williams and raped him, while he continued to brutally beat him up. Robert stopped abruptly when he heard the front door open.
"Joseph? Mi Corazon!! Donde estas?" came the voice from downstairs. Robert realized then that it was Joseph's significant other, Miguel Rodriguez. Joseph had suggested a threesome to which Robert had readily agreed. Rushing over to hide behind the door, he waited as he heard Miguel coming up the stairs.
"Joseph? Where are you Papi?" Miguel called out before coming to the doorway of the bedroom, finding the body of his lover, beaten and dead. "Joseph!" he screamed out as he ran forward. Robert grabbed him from behind and whispered in his ear, "Mijo…donde es fuego? Where is the fire?" before slicing the throat of the Hispanic male.
Kara was really starting to get pissed off at Robert. She wanted to know how he was still walking around…how he was still killing. She squatted and sifted through the hair of Miguel Rodriguez, knowing what she was going to find. After finding the swastika and the A.N. letters she stood in disgust, almost turning away and walking away, when her eyes fell on a piece of paper underneath one of the pillows on the bed.
"Hotch?!" she called out. Knowing that she had to keep it professional while they were working. Hotch came quickly into the room as she pulled out the slip of paper.
"We got the bastard," she grinned as she showed Hotch the paper that had Robert Brody's name and hotel name with room number. "With this much blood, he's going to have to go and get cleaned up, and judging from this paper, he's meeting these men at mixers and support parties. We've gotta go."
"Kara, we'll go, you stay here, help them finish processing the scene," Hotch said.
"Hotch, you can't bench me, just because you're afraid that he's going to come after me," Kara protested.
Hotch leaned close to Kara, "And I'm not going to put you anywhere near this psycho so that he can try to take you out. You are the mother of my children, the love of my life, my future wife, and a member of my team that this UnSub is targeting. You will stay here, do you understand?" he whispered furiously to her.
"Perfectly," Kara grounded out between clenched teeth, watching as Hotch and the rest of the BAU team left the crime scene. She growled in frustration at being benched because of Hotch's macho-ism and turned to punch the wall, another classic Morgan trait. Turning around as she grabbed her hand in pain, Kara's eyes fell on a cell phone beside the bed. Walking over she pushed "Send" to call the last number and heard, "Well hello Joseph, are you and Miguel on your way over now? The party's about to start," when the person on the other end answered.
"This is SSA Kara Morgan with the FBI. I need to know the address for this party right now," she said in a rush as she grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. Writing down the address she informed Michael Frank to not open the door for anyone. Hanging up the phone, she opened her phone and dialed Penelope.
"Hey sweetie! Are you bored yet? Derek told me that Hotch benched you," Penelope's voice was tinged with sympathy for her cousin-in-law.
Laughing, Kara answered, "I'm not the least bit bored. They're going to the wrong place. They're heading to Robert's hotel, but Robert's heading to a party. I have the address here, I need you to send me the directions and let the rest of the team know that I'm going that way." She recited the address to Penelope, thanking her when the directions were sent to her. Hanging up, Kara grabbed two other officers for backup and headed down to the waiting SUV.
Hotch pushed on the brakes quickly after hearing Derek's conversation with Penelope. "She went where?" he yelled, turning the car around and heading off towards the address given to them. "What the hell is wrong with you Morgans?" he asked angrily, briefly turning to Derek.
Derek only chuckled, "We're natural born heroes. When you bench us, we react," he explained.
Hotch only growled again as he pressed the gas pedal down to the floorboards, no further words needing to be spoken between the two men. Their admiration for Kara's fearlessness, their fear for her safety, and their anger over her insubordination, very evident to Prentiss, Reid, and Rossi who also sat in the SUV silent.
Kara walked slowly up to the house, her gut telling her that something was wrong. She could hear sounds of lovemaking from inside, but it sounded hesitant…almost forced. Looking through a window on the side of the house, Kara saw four men. Two, bound and gagged. Two others were having sex on the couch. One of which seemed frightened of his partner. As the second man finish, he punched the first man hard in the face calling him a fag, before leaning forward to kiss him. When he lifted his head, Kara recognized him instantly. It had been 18 years, but she knew that she'd never, ever forget his face. Gesturing with her hand to the other two officers, Kara crept back to the front of the house and kicked the door down, her gun poised and ready. She saw as Robert turned towards her, his shirt pulled up around his neck, and his pants down around his ankles. It was this impediment that cost him in the end, grabbing the gun that he'd placed on the back on the couch, he turned and wobbled, which allowed Kara enough time to pull the trigger, shooting Robert in his leg, causing him to drop the gun as he fell to the floor.
Michael Frank crawled off the couch and hid behind it, his modesty at his nakedness forgotten. Robert reached for the gun, attempting to get a shot off at Kara.
"I wouldn't try it Robert!" Kara yelled as she moved further into the room, her gun still aimed at Robert, acquiring his gun, her goal.
"Fuck you bitch! I should've killed your ass eighteen years ago!" Robert yelled as he grabbed the gun and raised it.
Kara shot the gun from his hand before he had the opportunity to shoot it at her and laughed harshly, "You didn't have the balls to kill me eighteen years ago," she said as she kicked the gun away, grabbing Robert's shoulder and flipping his naked body over. "You're too weak. It's why you only kill men, because you're too weak to try to kill a woman. Who's the bitch now?" she whispered in his ear as she handcuffed him, ignoring his bleeding hand and bleeding leg. Robert struggled against the handcuffs, attempting to free himself. Jerking him upright, Kara stood back as one of the officers came to pull up his pants, her gun still aimed at him.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you by the state. Do you understand your rights as I have told them to you?" Kara recited Robert's Miranda rights to him.
"Fuck you," was Robert's reply.
"Very eloquent," Kara responded, placing her gun back in the holster on her waistband. Turning to the doorway, Kara smiled when she saw the rest of the BAU team standing there watching her.
"What's up guys?" she asked as she turned to the two men who'd been bound and gagged and released them, accepting their hugs. Standing she found herself enveloped in a bear hug from Michael Frank.
"Oh!" she gasped out.
"Honey, you saved my life! You now have a best friend for eternity!" Michael exclaimed, his voice high pitched from fear and nervousness, "I mean, the sex was good, but it probably would've been better if he hadn't been a crazy psycho killer."
Kara laughed and patted Michael on the back, telling him to make sure that he gave the officer his statement. Walking over to Derek and Hotch, Kara smiled. "Sorry to steal your thunder guys, but the angels kind of dropped this into my lap," she said as she winked at Prentiss.
"I should suspend you," Hotch said furiously, then he sighed, "but I won't. You needed this." Sighing again, he looked at Derek, glad that he'd told him about Kara's insecurities while they were driving over. "Good job, agent Morgan."
Kara watched as Hotch turned and walked away. Looking at Derek, she grinned broadly and followed shortly afterwards. Derek merely shook his head at his cousin and followed, Reid, Rossi and Prentiss following in his wake.
The BAU team walked into the bullpen and sighed simultaneously. "It feels good to be home," Rossi groaned as he stretched.
Penelope rushed in and threw her arms around Derek, kissing him passionately. As the newly married couple separated, they both sighed, "Now, I'm home," Derek said smiling happily. The rest of the team laughed as they all sat down to finish their reports.
Moments later, Kara looked up when she felt a presence at her desk, smiling when she saw that it was Hotch. "Hey you," she whispered, putting her pen down on her desk.
"Hey," he whispered back, "You ready to go?"
Turning to look back at her desk, Kara made a quick decision, "I sure am." Turning off the lamp over her desk, she grabbed her purse and took Hotch's hand, before walking with him out of the BAU and down to his SUV.
The couple arrived home twenty minutes later, exhausted. Walking in the front door they were assaulted by the smell of lasagna and the sounds of laughter. Smiling they walked towards the laughter coming from the living room. There they saw Shawn and Kathryn dancing around to Michael Jackson's song "Thriller," attempting to do the "Thriller dance," much to the amusement of Jack and his siblings who were watching with wide eyes, laughing delightedly. Kara and Hotch stood watching for a minute, struggling to contain their mirth, before stepping forward to make their presence known.
"Daddy! Kawa!" Jack yelled in glee, jumping off the couch and racing towards them, his arms outspread as he hugged them.
Hotch and Kara hugged Jack, then Shawn and Kathryn, before turning to the triplets, who all kicked their legs and moved their hands in delight at seeing their parents. The two parents walked over and kissed each baby, breathing in their intoxicating baby scent, before they settled on the couch, Jack climbing up in Kara's lap.
"We made lasagna for dinner tonight," Shawn said smiling at his brother and his brother's fiancée.
"Shawn made lasagna, I cut the French bread," Kathryn said laughing.
"Thank you so much," Kara responded, cuddling Jack.
"Yes, Shawn, thank you for watching the kids, the house, and for making dinner," Hotch said, standing to pat his brother on the back, holding Liz in his arms. The little girl touching her father's face. Hotch turned to smile at the infant girl and nuzzled her neck, causing her to squeal and then giggle.
"Dinner's ready," Kathryn said coming out of the kitchen.
Setting Jack down on the floor, Kara picked up A.J. as Shawn picked up his niece Emie, with Hotch holding Liz; they followed Kathryn into the dining room. Sitting down, each adult fed a baby or in Kathryn's case, fed Jack, and then placing the trips into their high chairs and giving Jack some dessert, the adults then ate their dinner.
Kara and Hotch saw Shawn and Kathryn off at 6 the next morning, waving from the front door as the two climbed into the waiting taxi, their bags already in the trunk. They waved until the taxi pulled away and then they walked back into the house and locked the door. "Next time, we ask Penelope to watch them, or we fly in my parents, your brother and Kathryn deserve a vacation," Kara smiled, turning to Hotch, "and we're going to pay for it."
Hotch took Kara in his arms, "Oh we are, are we?" he whispered kissing her neck.
"Mmmhhmm, I'm thinking we can send them to Hawaii for like a week," Kara murmured, her head falling back to allow Hotch better access to her neck.
"Sounds like a good idea, we'll get them the tickets today," Hotch replied as his lips trailed down to Kara's collarbone.
"Aaron?" Kara moaned.
"Hmm?" Hotch responded as he pulled Kara's purple stretchy shirt down her arms.
"What are you doing?" Kara panted as Hotch kissed the area above her breasts before pulling her shirt all the way down her arms, and down to her waist.
"I would've thought that it was obvious by now," Hotch said chuckling as he unhooked Kara's bra and took it off of her.
"Right now?" Kara asked curiously.
"Yes, right here, right now," Hotch answered, backing Kara up to the dining room table and laying her down on top of it. "The kids are still asleep and I need you desperately." Hotch leaned up to kiss her lips before leaning over her and taking one of her breasts in his mouth. Kara moaned and leaned back as Hotch switched to her other breast. "You taste so good baby" Hotch murmured as he unbuttoned Kara's jean shorts and pulled them off, moving down her body, his words muffled by her skin. Looking up at Kara, where he now kneeled between her thighs, Hotch smiled, "Did I ever tell you that I love the fact that you don't wear panties?" he asked Kara, who had her hands in his hair.
Kara laughed in delight. "Yes, I believe you told me that the first night we were together," she said on a moan as Hotch kissed her in her most intimate spot.
"Well, it bears repeating," Hotch said chuckling.
No more words were said as the room was filled with moans, kisses, licks, sucking, and sounds of lovemaking. Two hours later, the couple lay on the dining room table, the tablecloth draped over them, Kara's head on Hotch's chest. She listened to his heartbeat, still amazed that it was in sync with her own.
"What are you thinking about down there?" Hotch asked, a smile on his face.
"Heartbeats," Kara answered honestly. She lifted her head and kissed Hotch's chin before sitting up on the table. "As much as I would love to continue to lay here in post coital bliss, Jack gets up around this time and he always walks downstairs, looking for waffles, eggs, bacon, and orange juice. The babies should be up soon also. And…" Kara said as she redressed, smiling when Hotch began to redress slowly after she began, "the team is coming over later…well, not everyone. Just Derek, Penelope, Prentiss and JJ," she explained as she walked into the kitchen, Hotch behind her, carrying the tablecloth in his arms. "The girls are coming over to help me with the wedding plans and Derek's coming over to help you with the kids," she continued, as she put her hair in a ponytail and then washed her hands before beginning breakfast preparations.
"Gotcha," Hotch nodded, "I'm going to go and stick this in the washing machine."
"Thanks hun," Kara said, her mind focused on cooking the meal.
Hotch shook his head, amazed that she had enough energy to cook after the workout he'd just given her on the dining room table. He laughed at that thought, he'd almost forgotten how much younger than him she was. He walked out of the laundry room and almost walked into Jack.
"Hi Daddy," the little boy said before hugging him and skipping off to the kitchen. Hotch heard Jack's excited chatter as he began talking to Kara as she cooked breakfast.
Hotch smiled and then went upstairs to get the trips, his mind trying to figure out a way to get all of them at the same time. He was spared from having to do so when he heard the doorbell and turned to see Derek and Penelope walk in. "Hey guys!" he shouted out a greeting.
"Hey Hotch," Derek said smiling.
"Hey boss man, where are my god babies?" Penelope inquired.
"Upstairs, I was just going to get them," Hotch said gesturing upstairs.
"We'll help," Derek volunteered, taking the stairs two at a time.
"I don't understand how he has that much energy right now. We're just making it out of bed; he kept me in there making love for hours," Penelope laughed, blushing red when she realized what she'd divulged, "sorry that was probably TMI, huh?"
Hotch laughed, "It's okay, I'm used to it from you Penelope. I totally understand where you're coming from though; I was just thinking the same thing about Kara. It must be another Morgan trait," he said as he and Penelope started up the stairs. He called down a greeting when he heard the doorbell and then heard Prentiss and JJ's voices and Henry's happy "Hi!" He continued up the stairs without stopping and walked into the nursery, pausing to take in the beauty of the room.
"This room is so beautiful," Penelope breathed.
"Kara did it," Derek and Hotch said simultaneously, both of them laughing.
On the walls of the nursery there was a beautiful mural. One wall there was a huge painting of the Chicago skyline, something Kara had painted to remember home, on the other wall there was a painting of a huge meadow with flowers, trees, deer and rabbits, on the other wall there was a painting of the entire BAU team with Kara's parents, Hotch's parents, Shawn, Kathryn, Derek's parents and sisters, and a painting of Gideon in the far corner of the wall looking over everyone, a slight smile on his face that she'd painted from a picture that she'd found in Hotch's things. On the last wall there was a huge tree painted on the wall beside the door, at the top there was written Hotch and Kara's names. Beside Hotch was a line with the word "Hayley-d. (RIP 2009-Always Loved)" written there and a line drawn down between the two of them where Jack's name was written. On each of the three lines drawn down underneath the broken line between Hotch and Kara was the name of one of the triplets.
"Why the broken line?" Penelope questioned as she stepped up to one of the three cherry wood changing tables to change Emerald.
Hotch laughed, "She says we're not married yet so the line isn't complete yet," he explained as he stepped to another changing table to change A.J.
Derek stepped to the last changing table to change Liz as he laughed with Hotch and Penelope. His cousin was incredible and she stuck to her guns…another Morgan trait. He grinned at that thought. He turned when he heard Kara's voice in the doorway.
"And what's taking you three so long? We're all ready to eat down there," she said, grinning as Liz began to squirm trying to get to her mother, "Hey there angel face," she said using one of Penelope's signature pet names. She bumped Derek out of the way and swiftly finished changing the infant. "Amateur," she teased as Derek looked at her in awe.
"I bow in the face of your mastery," Derek said bowing to Kara, causing her and Liz to both giggle.
"C'mon silly people, let's go downstairs to eat," Kara said, holding Liz closely to her as she led the way out the nursery and down the stairs.
The other three followed, each of them talking to the babies as they made their way down to the dining room table.
Racism is man's gravest threat to man-the maximum of hatred for a minimum of reason.-Abraham J Heschel
*A/N: I know this chapter was LONG! It would have been longer but I decided to cut it off here and then start immediately on the next chapter. My muse has kicked into overtime, maybe it's because I'm on this dreadful bed rest, but whatever it is, I am inspired to write. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know it was graphic, not as graphic as it could've been though. I look forward to your responses and reviews.