Garcia was in her office, alone. Her phone started ringing, she let it ring a couple times before answering it.

"Garcia," she said to the person on the other side of the call, she wasn't her usual happy self.

"Hey, it's Knuckles," he and BJ were driving back from South Boston, it was late and very dark.

"Knuckles, what do you need?"

"Rouge, I need information on an adoption."

"Name?" She readied her fingers at her keyboard.

"Adopted name is Rebecca Bryant, birth name is Garner."

"Where?"

"Somewhere around South Boston, Virginia, thirteen years ago."

"Nothing," Rouge finished typing.

"Nothing?"

"I'll try just the name with a wider search," she typed and got a result. "Okay, there's a Rebecca Garner who was adopted by a Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Bryant on December 4, 1993, in Clark County, Nevada."

"Wait. Nevada?" BJ asked confused.

"That's what it says. The rest is sealed."

"Rouge, unseal it," Knuckles told the bat. "I need to know what happened to that girl's family to cause her to need adopting."

"Okay, I'll work on it," she said, she hit the hangup button and started doing her work.


Shadow came back in the waiting room with coffee in both of his hands, one for him and one for Sonic. Sonic was still sitting in the same chair, worrying about Fiona.

"Coffee?" Shadow asked Sonic.

"No," Sonic replied a bit startled, Shadow put one coffee on the table then sat down in the other chair. "We don't have enough for a profile yet, not a good one."

"No."

"Some generalities."

"Not enough to catch him."

"Press conference was the thing to do, right?"

"Sorry?" Shadow asked confused.

"Brought the Unsub out into the open, he made a mistake, left a partial print. We wouldn't have had that."

"No."

"It was really the only way to go. I did the right thing. I did my job. Fiona will understand that," Sonic got up from his chair and left the room finishing off saying, "She'll understand."


Fiona was talking to her dad, she was afraid.

"I'm afraid," Fiona told her dad. "What if I don't come out of it? What if I don't wake up?"

"You keep talkin' like you don't have any choice, peanut," he said to her. "You can choose to fight, to beat the odds. It's up to you."

"What if I want to stay with you?"

"Well, that's a choice, too."


Tails was at the coffee area pouring himself coffee in an FBI blue mug, waiting for his mom to come.

"That's why you're so skinny, you know?" Tails heard a voice a distance behind him, he turned around to see it was his mother with two agents escorting her. "Too much coffee."

"Thanks a lot, guys. I've got her," Tails told the two agents, they left to let the mother and son be together.

"You know I'm terrified of flying," Rosemary said to her son when they were alone.

"I know, Mom. I'm sorry."

"Well, then why did you have those fascists arrest me?"

"Mom, they're not fascists, and you were not arrested," Tails smiled at the accusation, then turned his tone to a serious one. "I'm trying to protect you."

"By forcing me to do the one thing that frightens me more than anything else?"

"I need to show you something. Follow me."

They were headed to the conference room.


Rouge was searching on her computers; she had found more information on Rebecca Bryant/Garner. She called Knuckles to tell him what she had found. Rouge was a bit more cheerful than before.

"Yeah, talk to me," Knuckles said on the other side of the line.

"Not only did I find her records, I found some newspaper articles about your girl," Rouge told the two agents.

"Newspaper articles?"

"Yeah. Apparently most of Rebecca Garner's family died in a house fire in 1992. Faulty electrical wiring in their tract house."

"So when she was four."

"Yeah, Mrs. Garner, both Garner boys, one of the Garner girls. Rebecca was found in the backyard crying, but unharmed."

"How'd she get there?"

"Her father probably. He was a teacher at a Vegas public school, and he tried to save the rest of the family, but he suffered massive burns to his entire body and nearly died. Spent years in a burn ICU, and it was during that time that he gave up his parental rights to Rebecca, so that she could be put up for adoption because there was no other family."

"Could explain her acting out," BJ stated. "You watch your whole family die in front of you?"

"The father was awarded a huge settlement from the contractors who built the development. They were using faulty materials."

"Good work, Rouge," Knuckles complemented her. "Print that up for me, all right? We'll be back pretty soon."

"Huh," Rouge said when some new information on the father came up on her screen.

"What? Somethin' else?"

"No. It just says here that, after the father left the medical hospital, he spent a few years at a Vegas sanitarium. Bennington."

"That mean somethin' to you?"

"Yeah. That's where-" Rouge remembered that Tails didn't want anyone to know about his mom's condition.

"Rouge?" Knuckles was confused as to why Rouge stopped mid-message.

"I gotta go," she hung up the call. "Could that be?"

She got up from her chair and was ready to tell Tails what she had found when something was beeping very loudly. Her search on Sir Kneighf had finally been completed, she sat back down to see what it had found. What she discovered shocked her.


Tails and Rosemary walked in the conference room, they were alone.

"This is where you work?" Rosemary asked her son.

"This is where we meet," Tails informed her. "Uh, my desk, you can see it, it's right out there in the bullpen area."

"The table's round."

"Yeah, just like I wrote you in my letters."

"Yes, just like you wrote in your letters. Dr. Jessen gave me the book you brought.

Margery Kempe."

"She's your favourite."

"That particular book is one of her minor works," Rosemary looked at the evidence board and pulled the bagged skeleton key off, the thumb tack falling on the floor.

"Mom, no! Don't-don't. You can't grab stuff off the board. This key is evidence," Tails ran over and snatched the key out of her hand, he put the key in his pocket and bent over to grab the fallen tack and put the small item back on the board. "Mom, the Unsub that we're looking for- the the bad guy knows things about my colleagues' personal lives, things that only you would know. Do you write about them in you journals?"

"My journals are none of the government's business!" She shouted at the room.

"I'm not the government, Mom."

"Well, this certainly looks like a government office."

"Mother, do you write about my colleagues' personal lives?"

"Why did you bring me here, Miles?" Rosemary was scared, her schizophrenia wasn't helping.

"I need to ask you some things about a man I think you might know. A bad man. He's killed some people, and he's holding a girl hostage."

"You think I know someone like that?"

"Will you just watch the tape and see if he sounds familiar?"

Relentlessly, Tails got his mom to sit down in a chair and listen to the tape. He pressed play on the remote and the tape started playing.

"I had to make sure I had your complete attention," the look on Rosemary's face that Tails saw convinced him that his mom knew who it was immediately. "I assure you, you will all understand in the end why it must be this way. You might even thank me.

Tails stopped the tape.

"You do know him?" Tails asked his mom.

"I'm sure it's Randall Garner," she answered.

"Randall Garner?"

"He was with me at the hospital. He's a very emotionally disturbed man."

Just then Rouge came in the room with her news.

"Tails, I got to the end of the IP string," the bat said to the foxes. "Sir Kneighf, the Fisher King, his name is Randall Garner. He's Rebecca Bryant's biological father."


AAAAGGHHH! The guy took his own daughter and kept her in a prison for two years! This story's almost over; will Fiona make it? Will they find Rebecca and her father?