V.

If the Cheshire Cat had homicidal tendencies due to overprotectiveness of family members, for instance if the Queen of hearts were to hurt the Cheshire Cat's family in any way, he would smile not unlike how Don was glaring down on Marcus McClintock in the interrogation room. Marcus looked up at Don and pointed, "Aren't you in the least bit disturbed over your brother's choices? I'm fixing the problem."

Don sneered, "Save it, McClintock. We're going to put you away for years, life if possible, and perhaps they'll allow me to put the needle in your arm."

Mcclintock laughed, "you wouldn't."

"You're right, I'd prefer execution style shooting." Don hissed, smacking McClintock in the back of the head.

David looked on from outside. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to have Don get information out of McClintock. In addition to the murders all being linked by DNA evidence, they had Larry tying him to the 1977 murder. The only hitch was that a couple had gone missing last night. One gentlemen was found, barely recognizable, the other partner was still missing. Don's voice darkened, if possible, "I refuse to believe this has to do with gay men, McClintock. You're not doing this just to show your political bullshit. You're after someone. You're doing this to scare someone."

McClintock leaned back in his chair, "And who do you think that is? Human kind, no matter who they are, plague this planet. I hate them all, especially those that go against nature."

"Lawrence Fleinhart." Don said quietly, watching for McClintock's reaction.

McClintock's face seemed to go stone cold and his lip snarled. "Larry. You have him, don't you? That's why he and your brother haven't been around lately. Larry told... I didn't do anything. He is the one who did it."

Don rolled his eyes, "Now that, I know is a lie."

"Then how come it took thirty years to tell you? How come he never told a soul?" McClintock said, his voice getting angrier.

Don laughed, "Listen to me, McClintock, I know it was you in the mart that day. We've other witnesses as well. We're the FBI. We're thorough."

McClintock looked at Don, his eyes chillingly calm, "You know where they are?"

"Larry? Charlie? or all those men you killed? Let's start with Kenny, the man's body we haven't found yet. How about you give me kenny, and I talk to the DA a bit more."

McClintock glared, "I'll give you kenny for Larry."

Don's eyes glared, "Nice try. No."

"Kenny will have to die then. Tell good old Larry it's his fault. All Curly-cue's fault." McClintock started to laugh again.

Don shook his head as David opened the interrogation room door. "We found another body, hasn't been a positive ID, but we think it's Kenny. It was in his ex-wife's car. The 4gr8tkidz one."

Don turned to McClintock and smiled, "Have a nice time in jail, McClintock."

He then patted the veins in his arms, miming a lethal injection. McClintock lost all the color in his face as Don left the room with David. The second they were out of ear shot, Don punched the wall. "I hate that man. It took so much to not reach across the counter and just... attack him."

David nodded, "I know, I was about to send Spencer in to make sure you didn't lose your cool. You know you really freaked McClintock out."

Don nodded, "All part of the job. Want to ride with me to the safe house? Tell the good news?"

David nodded, "Sounds great, Don, let's go."

September 1977 California

Larry walked around his new apartment. He had just come in from playing a game of basketball, and was pulling off his knee socks. He bounced the ball a few times, still looking at the world passively. Larry threw the ball onto his bed and rubbed his face with both hands. He was back home. It was nice. His parents had been fantastic to see, and his father looked great. He ran into his old friends and professors, whom he had the basketball game with. They were concerned about his hospital stay, but Larry didn't let that stop his playing, although he didn't run...well at all during the game.

He looked at his wall of posters, filled with everyone from Johnny Travolta, to Abba, to Feynman again. He thought to that horrible summer and promised himself that the rest of the summer would go well. Larry turned to stare at the prism hanging from his window. He looked at the colors splashing across the apartment and thought of the future. One day, he'd get over this. One day, Marcus would no longer be in his thoughts. One day he'd fall in love, lead a normal life, be a famous physicist or a teacher. Maybe he'd be the next Feynmen, or find some other prodigy genius to fall in love with. Larry smiled. He wasn't in New York, and one day he'd no longer be afraid. He just had to survive until then, enjoying what he had.

the end. It's finished? How about that.