Note: This is not the end of this fic. Just the end of that huge canon hole in Season 10. Thanks to all who have stuck this far!

'Early April. Here's, what the last few weeks have been like…'

'The location for the lair was a huge building. Over 80 women and men being held captive. Our biggest count. And as you can guess, a lot of guards.'

'From going undercover as a secretary at a bank, I found out that the leader of the crooks wasn't around much, but always showed up when it was time to sell the victims. And I found out he was going to be at the building the next day.'

'Our plan was to quietly get all the victims out and arrest the culprits.'

'At first, the plan was going smoothly, slowly getting the people out through a tunnel below the building.'

'And then we were spotted getting some of the victims out.'

'The next part happened really fast, I'm amazed I still remember half of it.'

'The crook that caught us alerted the rest. And, there was a lot of shooting, and trying to get the rest of the victims out.'

'In the end, we got some of the crooks, the leader was injured, but lived. Some of the agents were injured, including my buddy. 10 of the victims were killed.'

'We were lucky. I was lucky I only had a few bumps.'

''The CO thanked everyone for working so hard at bringing the ring down and rescuing all the victims.'

'He came up to me and thanked me for sticking with the mission for as long as I did. I said You're Welcome.'

'I went home. Kept thinking of all those few hundred women and men I helped rescue. They were in terrible shape, Some had a lot of bruises, looked really skinny. Some were even branded!'

'I thought for a long while about them, wondered how much therapy they were going to need, how most of them would most likely never really recover from all that trauma. Reminded me of how lucky I was to have been rescued when I was.'

'And, I also felt really guilty for leaving my team for such a long time.'

'I'm, going to try really hard to be around more.'

'As for what I'll do with these recordings, I'll keep them somewhere safe. As a reminder that, I may had been gone for a long time, but it was so I could do a good thing.'

'Good bye.'

End recording 18