"Who is this guy?" Torres asked as they watched Cal sit down at the table opposite Marco, lokoing a lot more menacing than usual. She'd seen it straight away. Something was seriously wrong here. And she knew that for certain when no one answered her. She shrugged and sat down to watch the video footage. She didn't notice Gillian taking a deep breath beside her and casting a warning glance across the room at Ben.

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Cal felt every vein in his body ready to explode. He knew he had to keep the cool, knew he had to take it easy at the start.

"What you doing here then?" he asked nonchalantly. Marco shrugged.

"FBI got it in for me." He thrust his head upwards and Cal smiked.

"Oh yeah? What you do?" Marco frowned and tilted his head.

"You tell me." He was sceptical Cal saw. He returned with a shrug.

"I don't know, I don't work for the FBI. They just asked me to do a psyche profile. I don't really care what you did." If Marco had been a deception expert he'd have seen Cal's jaw tense at this last phrase.

"So what do you want to know?" Marco asked, his responses less strained now. Cal had convinced him pretty easily that he was nothing more than a pencil-pusher. He hesitated for a moment, sniffed absently and looked around him before looking back, shrugging.

"What makes you tick? Is it drugs?" Marco's mouth twitched in affirmative but he didn't answer and Cal was careful not to show that he'd acknowledged the movement.

"Alcohol?" Again Marco's mouth twitched. Cal sat back in his chair, faking exasperation.

"Oh come on, there's got to be something. Girls?" Marco chuckled to himself and Cal tilted his head.

"Who doesn't like girls, man?" Cal fought his desire to punch the man and instead pulled his face into a smile and chuckled.

"Yeah, you're right. So what kind of girls? You like them young?" Marco's smile widened but he said nothing. Cal nodded his head and pushed the nauseous feeling in his stomach aside before leaning forward, elbow resting on the table, getting right up in Marco's face but making it look intentional as his voice quietened on the next sentence.

"There's something about them when they're a bit innocent isn't there? Something more…satisfying. I mean, I shouldn't be saying this to you, I could lose my job but….yeah." he nodded his head, hoping Marco could pick up on what his 'yeah' meant. He fought his face into a grin which Marco mirrored. Cal nodded. He was getting somewhere.

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Gillian took a deep breath. So far so good. The rest of the room, apart from Zoe was still confused though. Gillian half wished Cal had removed Zoe as well. She knew what was coming. Zoe would be shocked.

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Cal reached into his pocket and withdrew a stack of about four photographs. He laid the top one on the table. They were random photographs he'd found on the internet. Except for one. He watched Marco's facial expressions as he laid out the photographs. He watched as his expression illuminated when Cal put down the final photograph. One of Emily. He watched Marco's face before speaking.

"Yeah, it'd be door number four for me as well. She's, well she's a darling ain't she? Real look of a 'never been kissed, ready to learn it all' little girl." Cal swallowed hard again. If he didn't get sick now, he never would.

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Torres' eyes widened as she watched the scene play out.

"Oh my God. That picture's…Emily." Gillian swallowed, knowing Torres had figured out what was happening by now. She stole a glance at Zoe.

"I've never heard him speak like that before." Zoe said quietly. Gillian bit her lip.

"It's not him. He's trying to connect with him, lull him into security. If you could see his face properly, you'd see that it's killing him." Zoe glanced at Gillian before turning her attentions back to the Cube. Torres had gone pale.

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Marco had come out of his shell since Cal's comments about Emily. Cal had finished talking. He'd said as much as he was going to say. Marco had started talking now, Cal was going to let him talk himself into trouble.

"It's white girls I think. They're wholesome. Catholic. Nice tight asses, you know?" He looked up at Cal for some recognition and Cal nodded.

"And they're so easy to keep quiet. You tell them you'll kill them and bam, that's it, they shut up." Cal was starting to lose the cool.

"You know this is all being recorded right?" Marco shrugged.

"So? I haven't said anything the FBI can use against me." Cal nodded his head and gathered up the pictures on the table, standing up. He stopped at Emily's picture and left it in the middle of the table.

"You notice anything about that picture?" Marco looked at it and shook his head. Cal raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing at all?" Marco looked again.

"What's to notice? It's only half a picture." Cal nodded his head, stepping aside from his chair, standing as tall as he possibly could. He took a deep breath.

"You ever think about who might be in the other half of that picture?" Cal asked casually, not wanting to give anything away yet. This guy really was an idiot. He probably wouldn't figure it out until Cal spelt it for him. Marco shrugged.

"Boyfriend, mother, dad…" Cal pointed at the 'dad' comment.

"Third time lucky. Her dad," he said as he reached his hand into his pocket and withdrew the second half of the photograph, placing it down next to the first piece. Marco looked at for a moment before looking up at Cal, a new emotion on his face. Fear. Cal leaned down close to his face.

"In what twisted reality, did you think it was ok to rape my 17 year old daughter?"

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Phew, hope people are still with me and the tension building of this chapter worked for people. There will most likely be some violence in the next chapter. You have been warned. Please review.