A/N: Right, this is my first attempt at a semi-serious story with something close to a plot hidden in it. This probably wasn't the brightest thing to start out with...but oh well. I hope it's alright.

Ravyn sighed as she left the little cafe. She had come back to the U.S a few months ago to work on her new assignment. She had set her shop back up and had a steady income coming from both the F.B.I and her store. She had even set-up another website for it. Franco and Sedin had shown up a few days earlier and were up to their old tricks...again. She closed her eyes a moment, listening to her surroundings. Someone was following her. She took the long way around into the alleys. She took a glance behind her at the man following her and narrowed her eyes. There was no way this man was coming this way at random. She stopped, turning abruptly.
"Excuse me sir," she said, watching the man. He wore sunglasses, a white fedora and a very well cut suit. "I don't mean to be rude, but is there a reason you are following me? I would say, guessing by the clothing, that you dont live near this general area. I appologize if I sound rude or snappy," she finished, looking the man over behind her own sunglasses. 'Strong, fit. Most likely a wiry strength that could surpass my own,' she thought. The years of working with heavy objects had given her strenght, though you couldn't tell by looking at her. The form of the man in front of her tickled her memory, though he couldn't remember exactly. Ah, no matter. He was speaking and she needed to listen.
"Not at all, you deserve an explanation," he said, the voice was familiar, hauntingly so. She raised her brow and crossed her arms, unaware of the sense of fear and dread rising in her. "You looked like someone I once knew," he explained, continuing. A flash of herself hiding in a closet at Mason's home. outside she hears footsteps. Through the crack she sees a single maroon eye. It leaves and outside is placed something. She can hear Mason moaning with pain and gurguling down the hall-
"Are you alright?" asks the stranger who is now holding her head up. Her sunglasses are gone and her eyes bared. Unaturally bright green and flecked with silver, they search the face for some sign that her worst fear is the truth. She realizs she's in a panic and so the memory won't come. She swallowed. "Yes, I'm alright. I had...I don't know what," she said in answer to the question. She shakes off the help of standing gently before looking for her sunglasses. He handed them to her with his left hand. She notices a scar running up it, though she doesn't make anything of it. "Thank you,"she says. "This is a rather odd meeting and it was terribly rude of me to follow you as I did. Perhaps you would allow me to take you out to dinner sometime?" Ravyn blinked, slightly shocked. She smiled, managing to keep a blush down. "It's quite alright. You don-"
"No, I insist upon it." She sighed, too low to be heard by most. "Alright, but not dinner," she finally agrees. "Coffee then?"
"Yes." She took out a piece of scrap paper and wrote down two numbers.
"The top is my home number and the other is the shop. If someone else picks up just ask for Ravyn," she said, handing over the paper. He took the paper and looked at it once, filing away the numbers and placing it in his pocket. "And your name is?" asks Ravyn, zipping the backpack up again. "Doctor Feldman. I work at the Smithsonian," he answered. "Yes, I had heard they found a replacement for the late Professor Green. You work in the..."
"Cultural department. It's quite a fascinaing area really."
"I can imagine.Do you study the native cultures or others?"
"Native cultures. I'm giving a presentation over the southern tribes next Friday if you would like to come." Ravyn went through her plans over the next two weeks. "Yes, where is it going to be?"
"At the museum in the lecture hall." Ravyn nodded, mentally adding that to her schedule. "Time?"
"It will begin around six. I suggest you arrive a bit earlier though."
"Of course." She looked around during the silence.
"Right, we're not far from my home if you would like a ride home," she finally said. "Thank you, but I believe I will walk," he answered. "I insist. I brought you this far away from the main street, I may as well give you a ride home."

"If you insist." She nodded and turned. "Follow me." They walked on in relative silence with a few more questions from each other. Ravyn continued trying to remember what it was she had been on the verge of remembering. It had something to do with Mason and the night he...well...lost his face. She could hear a faint voice as she approa- No, not now. Later. She topped in front of a white house trimmed with blue. There was a motorcycle out front. In her garage was a jaguar, but she really didn't feel like driving it right then. "Let me drop my bag off and get the key. If you would like to come in and wait... If not, I'll be out in a couple minutes." She took out a house key as she headed up the stairs and unlocked the door. Dr. Feldman followed behind at a short distance. He looked around the front room, memorizing it and filing away everything. The floor was covered with a dark blue plush carpet, and the walls were a cream color. There was a light colored couch and a two chairs in the room. beside the couch was a glass table and a lamp. In the far corner was a television. Beside it was a radio and a number of c.d's. Most were burnt, he noticed, and quite a few were classical. On the walls were paintings. He noticed quite a few were abstracts, done by hand. 'No pictures of family.
Either they are upstairs or she prefers not to think about them,' he thought. He heard her coming back downstairs and watched her move. Her reddish-black hair was pulled back and swung slightly as she bounced down the stairs. 'Quite a bit like Clarice,' he thought, somewhat fondly. A memory passed throuh his mind of the body laying on the bed they had shared. Burn marks and cuts, the largest across her beautiful throat. Another one of a deer being dragged and finally Mischa being pulled away. Sweat trickled a bit down his back. He firmly stomped those memories.
"Ready?" asked the girl. He couldn't help but think of her as such. "Whenever you are," he said. She nodded her head a bit and locked the door behind them. She handed him a helmet and took another out of the pack on the back of the bike. "You can put your hat in there if you like," she said as she tucked her hair into the helmet. He put his on, nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of the herbal shampoo she used. He couldn't place why her scent was familiar, but that was something that could be dealt with later. He filed away the faint scent of rice flower and incense. He watched her climb onto the bike, the small form looked odd on the bike. He climbed behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist to hold on and feeling her become tense. at the touch. A faint smell of unease came over her and he smiled to himself. She started the bike. It whispered silently through the streets like a tiger stalking its prey. Ah! There it was, that memory that had eluded him since he first caught her scent. "Turn left at the next two stop signs and then right. There will be a small house painted white with yellow trimmings," he said as they stopped. Ravyn nodded and headed straight.

"Mason, Mason, would you like a popper?" asked the doctor, watching as Mason Verger beat off. "Would I?! Wow!" answered the swinging man. The doctor broke a capsule under Mason's nose, knowing full well there was more in it than Mason thought and knowing what he was thinking. The effects soon became apparent as Mason flew around. He kicked the mirror and that was when the doctor heard the door open slightly. He glanced over as he picked up a piece of broken glass and handed it to Mason. "Try this, try peeling off your face and feeding it to the dogs," he said, stepping back as Mason began. He watched the door and the man at the same time, his nostrils flaring to catch the scent of fear coming from over there. His head turned and he looked into a pair of unnaturally bright green eyes with flecks of silver. The eyes widened and the child slipped away. He could hear her run away. He looked at Mason again, deciding the man was finished anyway. He walked out of the room and into the hallway. Looking down he saw spilt dog food. He followed the way the girl had gone and stopped at a closet. He looked in, his maroon eyes meeting once more with the girls. She scooted away and the smell of fear grew. He smiled and placed an oragami tiger whose mouth opened outside the door before
leaving.

'There was somewhere else as well,' he thought as he closed the door on that memory. They were nearly there. He could think about it when he was home. The bike stopped in the driveway, the engine was shut off and Dr. Feldman climbed off, exchanging the helmet for his fedora. "Thank you," he said. "No problem Doctor." They shook and Ravyn set off again, speeding down the street and on her way home. The doctor smiled and walked inside.