Disclaimer: See first chapter.

No peace and no friends
We trace the mortal edge with no defense
To state the obvious
This world is perilous for us
No sense and no guide
Aint it beautiful to be alive yeah right
I wont resign before the struggle ends
So Ill construct this sound defense

- Bad Religion

I'm not normally one to get angry easily. Or at least, I don't let it show. There are some cases that make me very angry. But I am capable of concealing my rage to benefit the case at hand.

Chester was different.

The things he did were…I don't want to have to think of the details again. Therefore, unspeakable is a good way to phrase it, I suppose.

So when he called us in to interview him, I was interested. I asked Reid to come along. He did.

If I had asked anyone else I would probably be dead right now.

When I pressed that button, and no one came to answer, a sinking feeling ran through me. As if I had a gun pointed at me (ha ha laugh all you want reaper). I pressed again, and I heard footsteps. Reid is light on his feet and is gentle in everything he does, so it wasn't him. I turned and look Chester in the face and the ghost of a grin darkened his features.

Damn.

Next thing I know, I'm furious, I'm taking off my jacket and tie, and I am perfectly willing to start a brawl. I brace myself, ready to protect Reid, who I know would never be able to fight his way from a serial killer (Can I? Even I am not so sure), and Chester grins. He moved towards me, that menacing look chilling me to my core, and suddenly, I heard a sound I would never have thought I would be so happy to hear.

Reid started to talk.

And he talked, and he talked, and I could see Chester's curiosity as he turned to the young doctor, and I slowly began to move behind the man. I knew what Reid was doing, but Chester did not. It was risky, and somewhat foolish of the boy, but he knew that Chester would not attack him. As I listened to Reid, I was astounded at the things he was saying. We already knew most of this, but some of this he had to have learned today.

I listened, and Chester listened, and suddenly, the door clicked open. Reid physically relaxed. I did as well.

I vaguely wondered if Chester believed what Reid had said. As if reading my mind, Chester asked, as I walked out and Reid went to follow, "Do you think it's true? That I never had a chance?"

"I dunno, maybe?" was the rushed reply before we were both out of the cell.

I grinned.

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