AN: Two in one week! It's like a bonus chapter almost! It's short but there is a good reason for it's shortness... Thanks to Di and to my hubs for their input! Don't own it. Just playing.

"I have questions." Joe said from behind the wheel of his Jeep. Meagan was staring vacantly out the passenger side window. Her shoes were off and her feet were up on the dash, ankles crossed.

"Ask away. I can't promise I will be allowed to answer."

"Why was Tank pissed over the rescue of the chopper crew?" Joe asked.

"Because he worries too much." Meagan said with a grin, "It was 15 against two and the crew was no longer fighting back. We had no way of knowing if they were alive or dead. In his mind we took an unnecessary risk that paid off. He's full of shit though. If he'd been with us instead of babysitting, he would have been right there beside us going to rescue that crew."

"Have you called him on it?"

"Many times. Tank's job back then, and now too I guess, was to keep Ranger and I from getting killed in the process of doing something impulsive and stupid." she smiled at some fond memory, "Before Ranger had Tank and I had my first partner, guy by the name of Rex, you'd have dug him, before we had them Planning for Ranger and I consisted of coming up with some vague idea and execute with a bare minimum of prep. Sure some of that bare minimum of prep could require a lot of work, but we are both good at thinking on our feet. We didn't understand the value of a really well thought out plan. Frakes and Vadrine were smart. They put us each with natural strategists. Rex is more easy going than Tank but no less anal about prep. They made us learn the value of being over prepared, so you are prepared for anything. Tank is one of the best strategists I've ever seen. You don't want to play chess against him unless you want to be humiliated."

"Can you beat him?"

"Yeah, but it's not a sure thing." she said and went back to her window.

"What happened to Rex? Would have thought he'd be a Rangeman."

"He got his left leg blown off in Kandahar while I was running a solo mission in Spain. Got the word while I was wrapping up. Spent two weeks in Germany with him and his now ex-wife and then was detailed to the unit with Ranger and Tank."

"What's he doing now?"

"He's a DJ in New York, owns a club Lester and I enjoy." Her grin was positively naughty as she thought about the club.

"It has a lot of dark corners doesn't it?" Joe laughed.

"Sure does." she confirmed.

"My other question?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you find the mole? Is it possible Beals was involved?"

"We didn't find the mole, it wasn't our job. The shit in Columbia was important and time sensitive. We had bigger fish to fry than finding a mole in somebody else's organization. Manny is the one who figured it out. They'd all been working independent undercover ops. Manny said, he and his handler were told to report to a hotel in LaPaz. He showed up and they were drugged by the bartender. Woke up in the cell. The guards took turns using him as a punching bag until the next group showed up. The agent that was killed was Manny's partner. Manny was next. During the debrief it came out that they were all picked up the same way, within a few hours of each other. Manny tracked the orders back through the chain of command and found who was behind it. It turned out that it was the Director's secretary. Vasquez had him over a barrel. Something about a brother, I'm not sure of the particulars but it had nothing to do with Beals."

"Are you sure of that?"

She snorted, "No. You have to understand, I never even looked at Beals on that mission. My focus was on saving the pilot. Then they offered him retirement instead of court marshal and I didn't even have to testify. At the time, if it got out that I was in the area it would have not only blown that op but one we were setting up in Turkey as well. For all I know he could have been involved. As soon as those agents were safe and we were on our way back to Columbia, I put it out of my head. Hell I'm not even sure I got Beals' name. Odds are that Manny is being debriefed by Carlos right now to make sure there is no connection but I'm almost sure that it was a coincidence that he was involved in that mission and nothing more."

Joe parked the Jeep in the lot of St. Francis and turned to Meagan, "What's eating you Princess."

"Something isn't right." She said finally, "I don't like that this is how we know Beals. I swear, if that mission hadn't earned us all promotions it would have been forgettable. We were there for barely a day, and while it wasn't a cakewalk, it wasn't exactly the most exciting mission we'd been on. Until we read the file, a lot of the details were fuzzy. I'm wondering just what else Beals saw that would lead him to believe Ranger and I were a couple? As far as I know, he would have seen us in the chopper and then sparring.

"I met Lester a few weeks later and we were practically glued to each other for weeks after that. No way anyone seeing us back then would think that Lester and I were 'just friends'. We've never been 'just friends' there has never been anything remotely platonic about Lester and I. I mean we bonded over porn. And what about me and Bobby? We've got enough chemistry and have gone under cover as a couple enough times that I could see how he could mistake Bobby and I for a couple; but me and Carlos? I dunno."

"Does it matter?"

"Yeah, sort of. Speaks to his motive." she sighed, "It doesn't make sense. I hate when I can't make something make sense.

"Come on Princess. Let's go in there and speak to our victim. She might have the key to your puzzle. Maybe he said something while he was working her over."

Joe and Meagan badged their way past security and were escorted by a nurse back to the Doctor's lounge to wait for the Doctor who was looking after their Victim.

Their victim was a young woman by the name of Clara Harris. According to the file she was petite and blonde like the other victims. In addition to possessing similar hair colour to Meagan's (Clara's came from a bottle), and having the same last name, Miss Harris had a degree in clinical psychology from Harvard. "This is just creepy." Meagan said, "I know why she was picked as a victim."

"Why?"

"In addition to have the same name, College degree and hair colour as me, she and Carlos are exactly the same age and were born in the same hospital."

"Where the fuck is he getting this information?"

"Everyone knows where I went to school. I think it was in every newspaper for weeks. Hell Harvard might have hired a skywriter for all I know. They made a huge deal out of me. The stuff on Carlos though…"

"Trust me. I know. I've looked him up enough times." Joe drawled with a roll of his eyes. Meagan smirked and was on the verge of making some smart assed comment when a small, round ,Santa-like character in a lab coat walked into the break room.

"Special Agents Santos and Morelli correct?" He asked and they both nodded and each grasped his outstretched hand in turn. "I'm Doctor MacAdams. I'm the attending looking after Miss Harris." If it weren't for the seriousness of their visit Meagan might have grinned at the absurdity of a man who was a dead ringer for a Coca Cola Santa Claus, speaking with a very heavy New Jersey accent.

"What can you tell us about her injuries?" Meagan asked him, "And when can we speak to her?"

"She's in rough shape," Doctor MacAdams, said. "She's wasn't violated sexually but I think it was just because he didn't get that far. She's diabetic and she metabolized the drugs faster than he was expecting. She managed to hit him over the head with an old fashioned rotary phone then ran like hell. Don't know how. She's got severe internal bleeding, several broken ribs and a fractured tibia. Unfortunately, she's in surgery so you can't talk to her."

"Did she say anything at all?" Joe asked.

"She was getting into her car when another car pulled up. He injected her with something and drove back to her place where she was beaten savagely. She managed to scratch one of her attackers during the assault and we have sent the skin samples to your lab."

"There was more than one?" Meagan and Joe asked at the same time.

"Yes, she said there were two people in the car. They ambushed her beside her car and one drove her vehicle while the other followed in the other car. They carried her into the house and then one of them started trashing the house while the other beat her."

"Well it would seem Terri's attempted abduction wasn't special after all," Joe said. "Same drugs and same method of attack."

"We've been operating under the assumption that Terri was revenge for what you did to Linda. I'm starting to wonder if it wasn't. Hell I'm starting to question everything."

"It's conceivable that the business Beals was speaking about in the security footage was Terri. We know from the video that he was coming back to Jersey that night. IF he flew himself it would have been tight, but assuming his partner had been tailing Terri all day, it would be doable."

"Doctor, is there any evidence at all that unsub number two assaulted her as well?" Meagan asked, "Anything you can tell us about him at all?"

"According to Miss Harris, no, and if they did, they would have they had to be almost exactly the same size and strength as the first assailant because the wounds were all roughly the same size and from the same angle."

"Is there anything else you can tell us? Anything else she said?"

"There was a duffle bag on the floor. It didn't belong to her. It was one of those free bags you get for joining a gym."

"Did she happen to mention if there was a gym logo on the bag? Or any other type of logo?"

"She didn't recognize the gym, thought it might be one of those boutique type places, not a big chain."

"Did she give you a description of the logo? Joe asked.

"I didn't think to ask. Sorry."

"That's alright. Thanks, Doc. We appreciate you getting the information." Meagan assured him.

"Listen, I'll be honest, she might not make it through the surgery. She's strong and I hope she makes it because there have been too many women in the morgue who fit her description. That is why I questioned her, I knew she wasn't going to stay conscious for very long and I want you to nail the bastard."

"We will, thank you, Doctor. Let us know when she wakes up," Meagan said.

"I will, Agent Santos, Morelli." The doctor excused himself to make his rounds and Morelli and Meagan looked at each other.

"Fuck. Two unsubs?" Meagan said, "We've never profiled for there being two. One organized, the other not. The organized unsub cleans up after the disorganized one maybe? Do they both participate in the assault? We need to look at the crime scenes again."

"You still like Beals for this?"

"Honestly? No, I don't. For stalking Carlos and I? Yeah, he totally fits the profile. For using a team to grab us? Totally. But a partnership? I don't think so. Beals is too much of a narcissist to have a partner. Subordinates, yes, but partner, no. He grabbed Carlos and I because he wanted to prove that he was better than we are."

"But you got away," Joe pointed out.

"Because he let us." Meagan's phone beeped and she looked down at the readout. "They want us in Princeton to execute the search warrant. Beals is at home. I want to question him while you and the team do the search."

"Who knows, maybe you'll work a confession out of him."

"Oh, I'll get a confession, the mystery is what is he going to confess to?"