"You probably already knew I served in the army during Desert Storm?" Brennan asks.

"I knew," Adam answers nodding his head.

"Gray Matthews was one of the men in my team. We were really good friends. We worked off each other so well. I always saw the big picture. He could work out all the details to make my big picture work. We were inseparable for almost two years. Then one day he just up and leaves.  No explanation, no note, nothing. My Sergeant told me he had gone AWOL. I had such a hard time concentrating on anything I got injured during a fight. They had to take me home.

I just had never felt so betrayed by anyone my entire life. He was like a brother to me and then he just deserts me. They ended up finding him. They court marshaled him and gave him a dishonorable discharge. I thought about finding him after that, but I could never give myself a reason why."

Brennan's stare is distant.

"Brennan, I think you just gave us the reason why."

Brennan looks up to find Jesse speaking. Both Shalimar and Jesse were listening to his story. They both seat themselves on the lower part of the stairs ext to Brennan.

"Look," Adam says, " we're not going to force you to find this Matthews or not find him. We do, however, need you to keep a rational head while looking for Davenport. You can't let your past keep you locked in the past. We are not one hundred percent sure of Davenport's situation right now. General McMahon is giving us very little to go on."

"I understand," Brennan says, "how's Emma?"

"She's sleeping," Shalimar answers.

"It's 11 o' clock. I think we all need to get some sleep," Adam says shaking Brennan's shoulder.

          It is about 3 in the morning. Shalimar can't sleep and doesn't feel like going out on a hunt, so she sits in her bed reading a magazine with the lights on low. She gets up when she hears noise around the house. Shalimar exists her room quietly and jumps up to the higher part of sanctuary. She can see everything from up there. About a minute later she sees Emma leaving her room quietly talking on her cell phone. Shalimar had only seen that phone, but she never saw Emma actually use it.

          Emma is making her way to the hangar. With the quickness and sneakiness of a cat, Shalimar makes it to the hangar twenty steps before Emma.

"Okay," Emma says on her cell and then hangs up.

She stands by her red car where Shalimar is crouching at the wheel.

"You're not coming," she calls out to Shalimar while opening her door.

"Make me," Shalimar replies jumping in the passenger seat.

Emma turns her head toward her and a pink light forms. She aims it at Shalimar then fires. Shalimar's cat like reflexes kick in and she lays the passenger seat back fast. Emma's psi blast misses Shalimar's head and hits the window. Emma groans and hits the accelerator.

          "Where are we going?" Shalimar asks about ten minutes into the trip.

Emma doesn't even glance at her. She remains focused on the road. They are driving twenty miles per hour over the speed limit. About three minutes later Emma pulls over on a curve in a dark alley. Shalimar is ready to get out, but she realizes it is snowing outside and she forgot her shoes. Emma gets out and opens the trunk. She comes back to Shalimar with rubber boots.

"Put these on you'll need them," she tells her.

"You knew I was coming?" Shalimar asked.

"I had a hunch."

          Shalimar finishes putting on her boots fast and walks with Emma to a man hole.

"We're going into a sewer?" Shalimar asks in shock.

Emma grins a little, but her eyes are somewhere else. Emma pulls out a flashlight and they both walk into the sewer. They travel twenty feet before they see another weak flashlight beam. Emma points her flashlight to the beam up ahead.

"Emma help!" a small voice screams.

Emma and Shalimar begin running. The carrier of the voice runs towards them as well. When they come into contact with each other Emma gives Shalimar the flashlight. Shalimar points it toward the voice.

          It is a small girl five years old maybe seven. She is four feet tall and skinny. She has very long light brown hair and grayish blue eyes. Emma picks her up the second she is in arms reach.

"What happened?" Emma asks.

"Somebody recognized him and stabbed him while we were coming to meet you," The girl cries frantically.

Shalimar and Emma resume running. Until they see a man on the higher part of the sewer. He is hugging his waist tightly. There is blood all over his arms where he is holding a stab wound. He is moaning weakly. Shalimar points the flashlight at his face and gasps. It is Davenport.