Back at Rachel and Dick home 6:45 pm.

Rachel was locking everything up; she wasn't in a good mood at all. So she does what Dick uses to do workout. She is working on her fighting skills. Using the wooden sticks has for them to use. She closed her eyes; letting her powers come out they engulfed her.

Inside Rachel head

Rachel see that everything is dark, but there are bright lights. She couldn't believe it at first the shadowy figure look familiar, but she couldn't see his face. He had a weapon all of his own. Both of them face each other and were holding their weapons in a familiar position. Rachel was the first one to attack, she misses him. She was almost hit with his own attack. But she duck very fast hitting him with a side kick to gut. He don't look hurt, both of them are continuing with their attacks against each other. He hit her arm which hurt, but she kept going anyways. They continue their dance with each other.

Rachel mind returns to normal after training, she couldn't figure out who the shadowy figure was. But that don't matter to her right now. Cause she had bigger problems right now. Federal agent Witwer would be back tomorrow morning. She was going have to be more careful. There was something about him; that Rachel couldn't figure out about him. There was something hidden behind his emotions and mind. Was darkness inside of him; hiding from her. Which meant that he was up to no good. That scared Rachel a little; if only Dick were awake right now. He would have came up with a plan by now.

Precrime department 8:30 am

Rachel had arrived earlier before everyone else. She could sense a big change in the air. But couldn't figure out why. That troubles her a great deal. Could tell that something was weighing heavily on everyone mind. Rachel could see Fletcher, Knott's, Jab and the technical assistant were looking at a murder that was going to happen. Rachel was seeing it through their eyes. There was a place that was nice, Rachel thought for a second it looked like Wayne Manner. There was a guy who was dress in all black. That looked very angry, he had a knife in his hands looked to be coming up to whoever it was. When it cleared it was showing her Rachel own face as she killed the man.

Rachel couldn't believe it; without thinking twice she grabs her backpack and her motorcycle helmet. She was walking very fast, before anyone could see her. Getting on the elevator to the parking garage getting on her motorcycle and starting it up. She kicked it to life, was taking off very fast. She could see that the team had begun to chase her. Before any of them could stop her; Rachel use her power to blow up the controls to the gate. Rachel made it out, before anyone could do anything. The team wasn't happy there criminal just escape them. Drive the motorcycle through traffic jam.

Back at Rachel and Dick place 10:12 am

Rachel made a phone call to her grandfather asking for his help. He agreed was on the way, he had arrived by a huge helicopter. They put Dick inside first, Rachel follows a close second and last Bruce gets in right behind her. Rachel holds Dick hand with both her hands. "How could this of happened? Me?! Getting accused of murder?" She don't see that coming one bit. Now her family was in danger cause of her; she has tears running down her face. Couldn't hold in the sobs that were coming out of her mouth. Bruce had a hand on her back trying to comfort her. "You're father wouldn't want you to blame yourself."

Back at the precrime 12:30 pm

Fletcher, Knott's, Jab, Casey and Witwer were going through every piece of footage they could get there hands on. They won't happy the suspect escape from the department. But none of them saw coming from what the precogs could predict. The precogs were never wrong, but no one was going to help her now.

Jab had find her home address, "I got it right here. Look like a location that no one uses." They saw the address were surprised she lived far away from the city.

At Rachel and Dick place 2:30 pm

Fletcher and the team arrived at the place. They were surprised that the building look awful. But the inside was not that bad, they saw a workout area. A small kitchen with a small dining table; two mismatch chairs. Fletcher went upstairs find a queen size bed. The sheets were messed up on one side. But the other side was untouched, but the Imprint of someone sleeping there told another story. There on a nightstand was a picture. He lifted it up was looking at it. He saw Rachel was in the picture, standing behind a younger man. Who looked to be no more then in his thirty. He could see two happy people in the photo. Something about the two of them looking happy; you couldn't look away from the photo. Not until he heard his name being called. "Fletcher?! What's you got?" He was going to put it back. But then he couldn't he take the photo out of the frame it was in. "Nothing important." He placed it in his pocket not wanting to show anyone what he find.

They continue their search but couldn't find anything could help them.

Fletcher and the others got back on board, they were all just sitting there. On the flight back to the department; no one said a word.

Evanna was just piloting; she asked. "I wonder who this kid is?"

Fletcher wish that he had an answer for that question. "I have no idea. I don't talk to her much."

"Neither did I." Evanna then she added on. "But there something mysterious about her too."

Fletcher was lost in thought, "I don't know. But we have to arrest her."