Disclaimers, etc., in chapter one.

A/N: This is almost the end..thank you so much to everyone for your incredibly kind reviews! You kept me going.

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"James Larkin?" Danny repeated, staring hard at Cameron Marks. "You're sure?"

"Yeah," Cameron replied a bit uneasily. "Jimmy killed Will and he was the one in the lot with Margo."

"How do you know Larkin had anything to do with Will's murder?" Martin asked quickly.

Cameron rubbed his temples, squeezing his eyes shut for a brief moment before answering. "Will got all his stuff from Jimmy. When he needed drugs, that's who he went to. He did a little dealing for him, lost some money..Will owed Jimmy a lot. But that's not how I know it was him."

There was a pause, and Danny raised an eyebrow. "Well?"

"My print on the shell casing," Cameron explained, shaking his head. "A few days before Will was killed, I was at Jimmy's picking some stuff up. He had a few rounds sitting on a table in his basement, asked me to get them for him. Hell, I knew he had a gun; I didn't think anything of it. But my prints would have been all over those shells."

Danny and Martin exchanged quick glances.

"Why didn't you bring it up at the trial?"

Cameron just shrugged, though he looked a bit disgusted with himself. "I didn't think of it. Besides, I wasn't sure how deep in debt Will was. I didn't know he owed Jimmy twenty grand, that's for sure."

"James Larkin has already killed Margo," Martin reiterated for Cameron. "He's got Dylan, and ten thousand dollars from him. You have any idea what his next move is going to be?"

Cameron frowned in thought. "He's going to want his money," he finally replied. "All of it."

*

"You said Dylan Bradshaw has three bank accounts?" Jack asked Samantha once the team had gathered back at the center of the unit.

"Right," she confirmed, glancing down at her notes. "He made two five thousand dollar withdrawals, one from Millennium and one from Sovereign. That leaves First Union."

"Cameron Marks is sure that James Larkin's goal is his money," Martin offered.

"So why kidnap Dylan at all?" Vivian wanted to know. "Why not just up the ransom to twenty-thousand in the first place?"

The table fell silent.

"Except that Cameron doesn't know Dylan and Margo were witnesses to Will's murder," Jack finally pointed out. "He thinks Margo knew something, but he doesn't know they were there."

"So this way, Larkin gets his money and gets rid of his witnesses at the same time," Samantha finished bitterly.

"Why wait, though?" Danny looked perplexed. "Will was killed ten years ago."

"Because Cameron Marks was just released. Until now, James Larkin hasn't had any reason to worry; someone's been paying for his crime. Cameron's out, so Margo and Dylan became a threat again," Jack responded.

"You're a little too good at this, you know that?" Danny said with a small grin.

"Yeah, well, it's been a long time," Jack replied. "Danny and Martin, take a team of agents and head to James Larkin's house. Sam and Viv, we're going to First Union. I have a feeling James and Dylan have been there recently, or are going to be there soon."

As the team got up to leave the table, Jack motioned to Samantha.

In a low voice, he spoke once the others were out of earshot.

"You sure you're okay to do this?" Concern was etched across his features, but Samantha's mouth set in a hard line.

"I'm fine," she told him firmly, and then her defenses fell, if only slightly. "The last thing Margo said..she said she was sorry. That she tried, and she mentioned Dylan. She tried to warn him, Jack, and she knew it didn't work." Samantha shook her head, resolve setting in her dark eyes. "I'm ready."

"Good," Jack told her simply. "Good."

*

James Larkin lived only a few short blocks from Cameron Marks, which meant he only lived a few short blocks from the home Will, Margo and Dylan grew up in.

It wasn't a particularly rough neighborhood, Danny had noted when they'd arrived earlier to wait for Cameron, and he felt the same on their return trip.

It wasn't a particularly rough neighborhood, but as he had learned time and time again, that meant nothing.

Rolling up alongside James Larkin's less-than-modest looking house, Danny and Martin exited their vehicle first, sending some of the others around the back.

They approached the door, and Danny quickly announced their presence.

No answer.

Martin and Danny exchanged glances in a silent debate before Danny stood back and forced the door open.

*

The street in front of First Union was crowded, packed tight with activity, and Samantha's eyes flicked over the congested sidewalk, half searching for James Larkin and Dylan, and half assessing the damage that might result if a takedown was necessary. The bank's small parking lot, she realized, was the least dense in terms of bystanders.

Jack ordered the back-up team to be ready, but remain on the street for the moment. Leaving the government issued vehicle, he, Vivian, and Samantha made their way through the throngs of New Yorkers and were about to enter the bank when a quick movement in the parking lot caught Samantha's eye.

Two men, leaving through the side door.

One walked slightly in front of the other, head bent.

The other was pressed against the first man's side, holding a small bag in his left hand.

His head was covered in a black baseball cap.

"Jack!" Samantha gasped, pointing to the men before taking off. She slipped frantically through the crowd, straining to keep them in her line of vision even as she was bumped left and right by the multitude of people oblivious to the intensity of the situation.

"Samantha!" Jack's voice behind her again, but this time it was just to let her know he was right with her, and so she forced ahead.

"FBI! Freeze!" Drawing her weapon, Samantha reached the lot with Jack and Vivian on her heels just as James Larkin and Dylan Bradshaw arrived at a small, black vehicle.

In James Larkin's moment of indecision, Dylan backed away from him to reveal the gun the other man had been holding against his back.

James Larkin stared at the three agents and the back-up rapidly approaching with cool, dark eyes shaded by his New York Knicks cap, and Samantha glared back, heart pounding, her entire being set to operate on instinct instead of thought, as was so often needed in situations such as these.

Palpable tension hung in the chilled air, but disintegrated a second and a lifetime later, when James Larkin set his weapon and the duffel bag down on the concrete.

"Cuff him," Jack ordered coolly.

Dylan Bradshaw tore his eyes from James Larkin's arrest to his rescuers, and when they settled on Samantha, it was Margo Reed all over again, except this time, this time..

This time, her hands were clean and the air was no longer suffocating her.

This time, she told herself, it was okay.

TBC..