"Good morning, Ms. Stone."

Frankie smirked cheerfully at the psychologist, "Morning, Dr. Young."

Young quirked an eyebrow and took her seat. "You seem to be in a better mood than our last few sessions."

"What can I say, it's a good day." Frankie shrugged. Waking up wrapped in Bianca, seeing the kids before she had to run off to this meeting, was pure perfection. It was the best way to spend the morning she could possibly think of.

"I am happy to hear you are having a good day so far." The blonde uncapped her pen and scanned her pad of paper. "Then, you will have no problem with speaking about the next topic?"

"It's your show, doc. Ask whatever useless little questions you have on that legal pad, and hopefully we'll get through this evaluation within the next century. I would like to get back to work sometime this year."

Cold eyes ticked up, "Your cooperation is deeply appreciated."

"Anything I can do to help you help me, doc." Frankie settled comfortably back in her chair and waited. The sooner this was over with, the sooner she could get back to Bianca and the girls.

The corner of Young's lips lifted slightly. She skimmed her notes and took a moment before opening her mouth. "I am very interested in the summer of 2003."

Frankie mentally reviewed her cases from that year, "Anything in particular?" None of her cases really jumped out.

"In July of that year Bianca Montgomery was raped."

Time froze.

All expression left Frankie's suddenly pale face.

"Ms. Stone?"

Frankie tasted blood as her teeth cut sharply into the inside of her cheek. She breathed deeply in through her nose and held it till her lungs burned in protest. Slowly, she released the air, forcing her hands to relax and her mind to stay in that moment, in that room. "That has nothing to do with my job."

"Doesn't it?" Young gave a fake glance of confusion.

"Dr. Young, this is an evaluation on my ability to be an agent." Frankie swallowed audibly, "Whatever happened to Ms. Montgomery does not relate to that."

"Rape is a terrible thing. One of the worst acts of humanity. How someone could take something so precious…it can ruin the victim for life." Young held the tip of her pen to the pad of paper, "How did you react when you learned of Bianca Montgomery's rape?"

Frankie glared, her hands curling into white-knuckled fists. How could she talk so casually about that? Like it didn't matter? Like it was just some thing that happened, no big deal?

"Your reaction, Ms. Stone."

Frankie's blood pounded in her ears. Her irregular breaths and twitching hands were a sharp contrast to her hardened eyes. Those brown orbs were cold as stone with an intense blaze of pure rage sparking through. Her body was tense, ready to snap and explode in a sudden burst. She concentrated on the anger, held tight to it. If she didn't, her emotions would twist and turn until she lost herself in feelings she couldn't…didn't want to deal with at that second.

The elevator doors dinged open and she stalked out, colliding with the agent waiting patiently on the other side. She ignored as his armload of papers went flying, her focus solely on the large man conversing casually at the end of the room.

With barely restrained fury, she stormed over to him, the static tenseness around her body attracting the eyes and ears of everyone she passed.

"Stone?" Michaels glanced up, a bit of confusion marring his face. What was she doing here?

Frankie didn't answer, not caring what anyone else was doing. With a snarl she wrapped her hands in his suit jacket and slammed him up against the wall.

"Agent Stone!" Michaels' gruff startled voice shouted. All heads turned and silence filled the room as the agents watched.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Frankie ground out, all her energy funneled into her anger.

"Let go of me right now, Agent Stone." Michaels spoke in stern measured tones.

Frankie pushed him harder into the wall, "Why? What…you kept this from me."

"Agent Stone, drop your hands this instant." Michaels glared at her. "We will discuss this in my office."

Frankie stared at him, body trembling. With one last push, she let him go with a sneer. Michaels pointed to his office door, and she marched in. The second the door slammed shut, he faced her, "What the hell was that? What do you think this is? You are an agent under my command, Stone. You do not act like that in this building or whenever you are working, do you understand me?"

"Why didn't you tell me? I deserved to know." Frankie shook a finger at him, "Damn it, Luke."

Michaels studied her for a minute. He had an idea of what was happening, but he couldn't be certain, "I don't know what you're going on about, Stone."

"Bullshit! You fucking knew, and you didn't tell me? How could you do that? I deserved to know!"

"What is it you deserved to know, agent?"

Frankie's words caught in her throat and she choked. Her mouth quivered, the barrage of emotions taking their toll on her control. She pushed them down. She needed to focus, the anger giving her a filter to look through.

She had just gotten off a case. It had been tough. She had been undercover among one of the most dangerous cocaine dealing gangs in Virginia. Her entire life had been wrapped up in the case. Nothing outside of the gang was heard or seen. Back in the city, she had scanned the newspaper headings while waiting for a coffee when she had seen it. Right there in the fucking newspaper and no one told her. "You know, Luke."

Michaels stared at her stoically, "Do I?"

"He hurt her. He…he…" Frankie's eyes darted back and forth. She could still see the bold black print. The whole story was right there. How Michael Cambias had attacked Bianca. How he had raped her.

"Stone." Michaels exhaled.

The minute she had seen it, read the words, the world turned red. Her mind went blank. All she could think of was what that man had done to Bianca. What she must have gone through. She imagined the screams of terror, the howl of pain. He had touched her, abused her.

"Why?"

"You know why, Junior."

She wanted to kill him.

She wanted to empty every bullet she owned into his body. She wanted to make it hurt. Use every trick she ever learned to make the agony last.

Frankie shook her head and staggered up to Luke, "I could have done something. I could have helped."

"No, you couldn't have. It was done, Junior. It was done already. What would you have done? Huh? Rise from the dead and walk in there like nothing had happened?"

"I…that never should have happened, not to her." Oh god, not her.

"It's over, Stone." Someone had killed Cambias. He was dead, gone forever. "If I told you, you would have blown your cover. You were on a case, for crying out loud. You would have gotten yourself killed."

Frankie shook her head, "No."

"Junior…"

"Fuck you, Luke!" Frankie walked away from him. She angrily knocked over the chair in front of his desk, "I never knew. She was raped, and I never knew it! You never would have told me."

"You need to calm down, Stone."

"Calm down? Don't you get it? Can that useless brain of yours understand this?"

"You have nothing to do with her anymore, Stone!" Luke was unforgiving. "You are not a part of her life anymore. You never will be. You have no claim on her. Now calm down before I have you locked up."

Frankie ran her hands restlessly over her face and hair. She needed to do something. She needed to stop these feelings. Get rid of the hopelessness eating at her insides. The true and utter failure swamped her. Bianca was supposed to be happy. She was supposed to be safe. Safe and happy and living the life she was meant to, the life she dreamed about.

Feeling the walls closing in, Frankie rushed out of the office. Luke was on her heels. He flicked his hand, and an agent popped up.

Frankie forced herself to breathe. She needed a drink, a cigarette, something. Her fingers itched and her mind wouldn't stop. Was she ok? Of course she wasn't ok. Bianca was strong, though. How could this happen? Who would want to hurt her? Why? God, why…how?

A foot from the elevator, a hand roughly grabbed her arm.

"What the hell?" Frankie jerked back, but the hand stayed firm. She looked over at the agent Luke had signaled, "Let me the fuck go." She twisted her arm and griped his wrist. She'd break it if she had to.

"Stop, Agent Stone." Luke ordered.

"What are you doin'?" She broke free and knocked the agent against the closed elevator doors.

"Agent Stone!"

Frankie spun, "Don't trust me, Luke? What is this, huh? You don't want me to leave?"

"You are letting your emotions control you right now. Use your head, Stone."

"What do you think I'm gonna do, huh? What?"

"Let it go. Calm down."

"I am calm! You want calm? Huh? This is me calm. This is me finding out that…" her voice broke.

The other agent, sensing her lack of awareness, bolted up and swung his arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides.

Frankie grunted at the surprise attack. Acting on instinct, she pushed back on her heels and propelled them into the wall. The other agent yelped as his head bounced off the hard surface. Frankie threw her head back, smashing the man's nose. He groaned and his hold loosened. She spun and drew her gun, pressing it against his head, "You stay the hell away from me."

"Jesus, Stone." Luke swiftly stepped up beside the two. "Give me that gun."

The fight knocked out of her, she let him take it and stumbled back. Images flashed through her mind, all fake but as real as could be. Had Cambias come at her from behind like that? Maybe if Bianca had known what to do…

Michaels pocketed the gun and directed her away from the bleeding man, "You need to calm down." He scratched at his stubbly chin, "I get it. I do. But, it's over, Junior. You have to let this go. You have to let her go. She let you go."

"This has nothing to do with that, and you fucking know it."

"Junior."

"God damn it, Luke. You think that matters? You think…that because she loves somebody else I…"

Luke's eyes filled with pity. He could see the cracks forming in her façade, the emotions bleeding through.

Frankie fisted her hand in his shirt. Her face was seconds away from crumbling. In a whisper, she brokenly said, "You should have told me. You…you should have told me."

Nearly inaudible, "I'm sorry."

The elevator doors opened with a ding, and she weakly pushed away from him. She entered the elevator, and Luke watched as the doors closed. Once she was out of sight, he turned on the other agent, "What the hell was that? You never attack a fellow agent."

Inside the metal box, Frankie's knees gave out. She slumped against the wall. Stinging tears rolled down her face as all the emotions within came out.

"My reaction was what it was."

"Is that so?" Young scribbled a note, "Isn't it true you were reported and could have lost your gun and badge because of your reaction?"

"Dr. Young,"

"You attacked a fellow agent." Young interrupted.

"I acted in self-defense. I was approached in an unfriendly manner and reacted as trained. If you were an agent and knew what we do and how we are, you would know that." Frankie slipped out a stick of gum, wishing for half a second it was something else.

Young took the tiny dig in stride, "Be that as it may, it is interesting you reacted in such a way to what happened to someone you didn't really know. To someone you had only been in contact with to hurt."

"I never hurt her, and I never would. The sooner you understand that, the sooner we can move on. Your fascination with Montgomery is turning a little fanatical. Of course, you do have magazines that feature her."

Young wrote on her pad, "Ms. Stone, did you ever blame yourself for what happened?"

Frankie choked back the gasp, "Blame myself?"

"Yes, did you ever blame yourself for the rape?"

Why did she have to keep saying that? Rape. It made the agent want to flinch each time she heard it. "I blame the man who did it."

"Do you? Fully?"

Frankie grit her teeth, "Is there something you're trying to get at, Dr. Young?"

"Did you ever feel you could have stopped it?"

Frankie's hands were curled so tight, they screamed, "I was on assignment when it occurred."

"Now, now, Ms. Stone. Let's be truthful. Did you ever feel guilt?"

Yes. How could she not? The truth? She blamed herself ever day since she found out. There were days she could think of nothing else. If she had been there, if she had never left, if she had kept better track of what was happening in Pine Valley, there were so many what if's that slunk through her mind. She was an agent, and the one person she loved more than anything else on this earth was hurt, and she did nothing about it. She should have done something. She should have stopped it. Bianca was the only one that mattered.

"I felt guilt like I feel guilt about all cases such as that. It's part of the job." Frankie finally answered, her voice monotone.

"You never felt as if you could have stopped it? If you had swallowed your pride and did the right thing by going back to protect her?"

Had it been her pride that kept her away? Her selfishness? If she had stayed…but it was best for Bianca. It would have been selfish for her to stay. Bianca had been better off without her. "I believe we are done talking about this. We have covered everything that has to do with this case in relation to my evaluation."

"Of course, Ms. Stone. I was also hoping to speak about your sister."

Frankie's fingers unfurled and started to tap against her thigh.

"Your sister," continued Young, "was beaten by her boyfriend. She was in an abusive relationship for quite some time, actually."

"You are treading very thin ice right now, doc. I hope you have a reason for bringing this up." Frankie ground out. "Because my sister's relationships do not pertain to you at all."

"Do you feel guilt about this as well? Perhaps believe you could have stopped it?"

Oh Christ, "I'm done talking about this."

"Ms. Stone, if I may, there is something I would like to point out to you. A pattern, if I could."

Frankie ran her hand over her face, "What? Of you asking stupid questions?"

"Of violence."

Frankie ran her hand across her hair and scratched at her scalp, "Violence? Doc, that kind of comes up when you fight bad guys."

"Ms. Stone, if I may, I have read the profiles of the two men who attacked your sister and Bianca Montgomery. There were similar traits between them." She read off a list, "There were violent tendencies, impulsiveness at times that was masked by calculated behavior, a disregard for others and the consequences of their actions."

Frankie sighed, "Great observation."

Young set down her pen and smirked icily, "No, Ms. Stone. The observation is that you possess these same traits."

Frankie sat up straight, "What?" Her blood ran cold.

"You know, as well as I do, you have exhibited all of these traits on more than one occasion."

Frankie blinked hard, "You're saying I'm just like them."

"Could it be possible these two women were able to let men such as this into their lives because they had known these traits before? They had seen and experienced these people before with you, why wouldn't they let someone else just like that into their orbit?"

"No," Frankie shook her head furiously, "No, no, no."

"They were comfortable with you. They knew what you were like. They trusted you, for some reason. If they trusted you, why wouldn't they trust them?"

"You have no idea what you're saying." Frankie abruptly stood up. Her feet began to pace the floor, "That's not true."

"How can you be so sure? Think about it. If they had never met you, they would have never seen people like that. They would have been cautious and wary of the new type of person, not so welcoming."

That couldn't be true, could it? "They're smart. They wouldn't…"

"Wouldn't what, Ms. Stone? Allow someone to take advantage of them?"

"You better watch your mouth." Frankie spun and jabbed a finger at the doctor.

"And what of Miranda?"

Frankie tensed and stopped walking, "She will not be a part of this evaluation. She absolutely has nothing at all to do with this, period."

"Would you hurt her? Will you?"

"What? How…no. Do you hear me, doctor? I would never hurt her. She's a kid, damn it. She's only six. How dare you even think about bringing her into this."

"You don't think you will?" Young remained cool and collected, "Hmmm, maybe not intentionally. She is a child, as you said. But, you are prone to violence. You do act impulsively."

Frankie chuckled bitterly, "You think I would accidently hurt a child on a whim? Huh? No. I would not." Harming Miranda and Gabrielle was unfathomable to her. It didn't make sense.

"Look at your record, Ms. Stone. Look at your case records. You forged evidence that put a man in jail on a whim. You only met her because of your impulsive actions. Actions, might I add, that nearly got you fired."

Frankie approached the psychologist slowly, "We are not talking about Miranda. I will not talk about a little girl with you. You better find something else." This lady was not going to get near either one of the girls.

"Let's say you didn't hurt her. But, you spent a great deal of time with her in France, I know. Children at that age pick up a lot of clues from adults on how they should act. She was around you the most. A person who has repeatedly lied, stolen, committed crimes…shall I go on?"

"No, you shouldn't."

"A bad influence, Ms. Stone. Think about what you have imbued in that child by being around her."

Frankie stopped moving. She stood a few feet away, hands at her sides. She silently gazed at the blonde, her mind absorbing everything said.

"Times up."

Frankie bit her lip and scoffed lightly. Her eyes, though, her eyes were glazed over with a trickle of fear.