BJ and Knuckles were still driving to South Boston; BJ was on the phone with Shadow, he was telling her what happened and what to do.

"Yes, sir," BJ said to the superior over the phone. "If there's anything we can do. Yes, sir. We will."

"What's up?" Knuckles asked her when she got off the phone.

"Uh, that was Shadow."

"Don't tell me. Tails already figured it out, and we drove all the way out here for nothing, right?" He laughed.

"Knuckles," she was serious.

"What?" He smiled then saw the serious look on her face. "What?"

"The-the Unsub... Fiona was shot in her apartment this morning."

Hearing the news, Knuckles slammed on the breaks and pulled over to the side of the road.

"What?" Before BJ could answer, Knuckles started driving again but not towards South Boston, he was going home.

"What are you doing?" BJ asked when he was going back to Quantico.

"I'm goin' back."

"No, no, no. Shadow said not to."

"I don't give a damn what Shadow said."

"Look, Knuckles, he's right. There's nothing we can do at the hospital, ok? But maybe we can find the Unsub through through her, through the victim's profile, through Rebecca."

He knew BJ was right.

"How bad?"

"She's in surgery. That's all they know."


Fiona was talking to her father who she missed.

"Dad, it was hard growing up without you," Fiona told him.

"I'm sorry," he said to his little girl.

"No, it wasn't your fault," she was ready to cry. "I just missed you so much."

"I'm always with you."

"What's gonna happen to me?"

"Happen? That's up to you, baby. That's up to you."


Shadow got off the phone with BJ and joined Sonic in a private waiting room. The blue hedgehog was sitting down in a chair trying to keep calm and positive.

"Any word?" Shadow asked Sonic when he walked in the room.

"No."

"I called BJ. I told her that we'd call them if anything changed," Shadow looked down at the table to see magazines with Sonic's handwriting all over them, pieces of the profile were written on them. "What's all that?"

"This Unsub's extremely organized. Sounded truly shocked that we didn't follow the rules. Honestly believed we would simply listen to his directions."

"He's delusional. He thinks he's a mythological king."

"But delusion and this level of organization are almost mutually exclusive. You don't meticulously plan contacts in the real world if you're suffering psychotic breaks from reality."

Joining them was Agent Thompson with news and concern.

"How is she?" The young agent asked the black and red hedgehog.

"No word yet," Shadow answered. "Is the scene processed?"

"They're finished. We still have it locked up tight, though."

"You find anything?"

"CSU found a partial shooter wrote a message on the wall in blood, and in one of the smudges, they found a whirl pattern," he gave the file in his hand to Shadow who looked at the two photos. "They made a lift. "They aren't sure whether it's enough to get a hit, but they are processing it now."

Shadow gave the pictures to Sonic. He first saw the whirl pattern, then he flipped the other picture to reveal the message the Unsub wrote on the wall in Fiona's blood.

"'Rules,'" Sonic said.


Rouge went to Tails' desk where he was sitting at looking at the poem from the music box.

"She's okay," Rouge said to the fox. "Your mom. Agents picked her up. She's flying here right now."

"I forgot she used to always read me this poem," Tails smiled remembering the memories of his mother reading it to him. "It's funny, huh?"

"Funny?"

"Should have realized sooner than that. Nobody knows things like the fact that BJ collects butterflies except for me. People tell me their secrets all the time. Think it's 'cause they know I don't have anyone to betray them to except my mother. I-I tell her pretty much everything."

"I don't think anyone would mind."

"Do you know that I write her a letter every day?"

"That's nice."

"It depends on why I write her."

"What do you mean?"

"I write her letters so I won't feel so guilty about not visiting her," Tails, now feeling insecure, gave a fact. "Did you know that schizophrenia is genetically passed?"

That's what Tails is so afraid of: he's afraid that he will have a break like his mom. First a professor of 15th century literature, next an FBI agent.


Knuckles and BJ made it to Rebecca's home. They were met by her mother, Celia Bryant, and the originating Detective Casey. They all went to garage where Rebecca's bedroom and personal items were: clothes, diary, toys.

"All of her things are still right here. We kept it all. Everything that was in her room, in case she ever," Celia couldn't finish her sentence; the agents noticed the items in the plastic totes. "You said there's a videotape?"

"Yes, ma'am," BJ replied. "The man who abducted your daughter sent it to us."

"You're sure it's Rebecca?"

"Yes, ma'am, we're sure."

"Ma'am, I don't mean to impose, but we've had ourselves a really long drive," Knuckles asked her. "You got any coffee?"

"Excuse me?" Celia was baffled a bit at the question.

"I'll come with you, ma'am," BJ said to her. As the woman left to go into the house, a Knuckles took this opportunity to talk to Casey. Something was wrong and Knuckles knew it.

"Detective, I've seen kids missin' for a decade, and their rooms look exactly the way they did the day that they left," Knuckles told the detective angrily. "Parents don't just pack up their kid's stuff and put 'em in boxes in the garage. Parents don't give up, ever. What the hell is goin' on here?"

"This wasn't exactly a cut and dried missing," Casey told the echidna in a defensive manner. "This Rebecca is no angel. She was in trouble, a lot of it all the time."

"What kind of trouble?"

"Name it. Dope, vandalism, theft, truancy. Nobody even blinked when she didn't show up for school that day. She was a part-time attendee at best."

"None of that was in the report."

"And why would it be?"

"Because it's relevant, detective."

"Look, uniforms filed the initial report. Missing persons never did a supplemental because the girl had run away five or six times before."

"She didn't run away this time, did she?"

"Oh, yeah, apparently not."

"Nobody even bothered to look for this girl for two years?"

"No," the woman had come out with coffee now.

"Why? Why was she actin' out? Was there a problem at home? Was there abuse?"

"Abuse?" Celia asked offended. "From the moment we treated Rebecca like an angel."

"You just said 'brought her into the house.'"

"When she was five years old, we took Rebecca in as a foster child. And after a couple of years, we adopted her."

"Where are her birth parents?"

"Something happened to the whole family."

"Did she ever talk about it?"

"I don't even think she remembered it. She was just a little girl."

"So her name hasn't always been Bryant," BJ commented.

"No. It was... Garner. Rebecca Garner."


The Unsub was going down to the prison where Rebecca was being held. He had a tray of food, her dinner. Rebecca was coughing, she was sick. Her cough was deep and sickly.

"I brought you dinner," the Unsub said to her, he was gentle to her. "It's chicken."

"Please, I'm sick," Rebecca pleaded with him. "I need a doctor."

"You like chicken."

"No, no. Just take the chains off me."

"No, you'll try to escape."

"Please, no. I won't. I promise."

"I'll be back for your tray in half an hour," he was ready to leave when Rebecca yelled at him.

"Why don't you just kill me, you son of a bitch?!"

"Because I love you too much, Rebecca."

The Unsub left the room to leave Rebecca to eat. She sat on her bed and sobbed loudly.