Disclaimer: The Real Adventures of Jonny Quest is owned by Hanna-Barbara. No money is being made from this story. It is simply by a fan for other fans. Also, Criminal Minds is a product of CBS, no money is being made from the use of their characters.

Chapter 19

Corbin rubbed his eyes as he checked his wristwatch again. Standing off to the side of the customs station he waited patiently as the weary passengers filtered past him, barely giving him a second glance; they were more occupied with reaching their next destination than the bleary eyed Intelligence agent eyeing them as they passed.

As the crowd thinned out he caught a glimpse of the woman sauntering casually past her fellow travelers towards him; he wasn't the only man watching her, but unlike the others, he was more interested in what she carried than her extremely provocative curves.

"Hey, handsome." She said, stopping in front of the agent and placing a hand on her hip.

"How was your flight?" Corbin asked.

She shrugged, blowing off the question. "So do you have my payment?"

Corbin smirked at her, "Let's go somewhere we can talk. I'm not paying you anything until I see what you've got. You know better than that."

"Any bars open at this hour?"

Corbin glanced around and said, "I really want to get home and get some sleep. Where are you staying?"

"Around."

"Do you need to get anything else? Any other bags?" Corbin asked, as they walked through the terminal.

Shaking her head and motioning towards her carry-on bag she replied, "No, this is all I have. My car should be waiting for me."

"Fine," Corbin replied.

Leaving the terminal behind, they headed for the parking garage and Corbin's car. He unlocked the doors and his companion climbed into the passenger seat as he moved towards the driver's side. After getting in and closing the doors he turned and looked at her. "Let me see it."

"Hopefully these airport cops don't think I'm some kind of tramp." She quipped. "Wanna fool around?"

"Still married," Phil replied with a smirk.

"Happily?"

"Of course."

Smiling at him, she reached into her purse and withdrew a wooden box. Unlatching to clasp, she opened the lid and inside was an object wrapped in a soft, white cloth. She handed the box over to Corbin. Examining its contents he smiled.

"Satisfied?" She studied the agent with curiosity, wondering why he had asked her for such an item.

"I knew I could count on you, Jade."

A coy grin spread across her lips and she replied, "Always business with you, huh, Phil? I heard what happened."

Phil snorted, "I'm not surprised by that at all."

"Race's ex tries to kill you and you're still protecting her. You perplex me sometimes, Phil."

"I'm not protecting her."

"She's not in jail for what she did. I would call that protecting her."

"She acted under duress."

Jade rolled her eyes, "How convenient."

"You shouldn't concern yourself with it. How I handle this from here on out is my business, not yours."

Jade studied him for a few seconds before shaking her head and saying, "Well at least I know your good on your word if nothing else," As if to iterate her point she snapped her fingers at him and said "I showed you mine, now show me yours."

Reaching inside his suit jacket he withdrew a plain manila envelope from an inner pocket and handed it over. Jade put it in her purse without opening it.

"You're not going to count it?" Phil asked as he watched the seductive woman's actions.

"I trust you," She purred.

"There's something else I need from you, since you'll be staying for a while."

"Another job? You know it'll cost more." She said, but didn't refuse.

Withdrawing another envelope he handed it over to the mysterious woman. Opening the envelope, Jade studied the contents. Turning towards Phil she asked, "You can't obtain this information yourself? Or from your FBI friends?"

"I don't have the time. I have another engagement and I want some resolution on that." He motioned towards the documents Jade held in her hands.

"This shouldn't be a problem." Sliding the documents back into the envelope she asked, "What do you want me to do when I find them?"

"What you do best." Corbin stated with utter seriousness. "But you contact me once you get the information I need. I'll handle it from there."

"I need payment up front on this. It conflicts with the other plans I already had." Jade knew better than to ask for details as to what his plans were.

"I'll give you what I have," He replied, pulling his wallet from his pants pocket. "Consider it a down payment." He handed a number of large bills over to her which she quickly tucked away. "This is your priority now."

"For you, Phil, I'll make this a priority."

"One more favor. Don't contact Race or the Quests about this. I think it would be best that they don't know you are here, at least until our business is finished."

"Alright," She agreed and leaned over to give the agent a slight peck on the cheek, "Take care of yourself, Phil. And watch your back." With that she opened the door and climbed out of the car, flaunting her assets for the I-1 agent to observe.

"You too, Jade." Phil mumbled as Jade shut the door.

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'You though you could escape, you were wrong.' Kosta growled.

'Leave me be,' Jessie pleaded, but with no results. The big man held her arm so tight that it was going numb.

'Never, my dear.' He replied as he yanked her off her feet.

Jessie yelped from the pain that shot through her arm; hot tears rolled down her cheeks as Kosta held her aloft, her faces only inches from his. His sick grin repulsed her, but she couldn't look away. He was enjoying the pain, the terror he was causing. Blood trickled down his forehead, but it didn't seem to faze him.

'My father,' Jessie started.

'Your father is dead!' Kosta barked and jerked her arm upward so hard Jessie heard her shoulder dislocate just moments before her entire body was racked with pain. 'And so are you!' Kosta added.

They were on a rooftop. Jessie saw Mr. Boh staring back at her. She was whimpering. Kosta lifted her over his head and laughing threw her off the roof.

Jessie bolted upright, jolted from her nightmare by her body's natural fear of falling. She thought she had let out a cry, but glancing at the second bed she saw her mother was still asleep. Estella had tried to hide them, but Jessie knew her mother had taken pills to help her sleep; where she gotten them though, Jessie did not know.

Breathing quickly, Jessie put a hand against her chest, her heart pounding rapidly. She was drenched with sweat, but was shivering. Closing her eyes she willed herself to relax, telling her mind that it was just a dream, a nightmare; that Kosta was dead and couldn't hurt her anymore.

As her body relaxed Jessie grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand, the time on it read 3:21 a.m. As quietly as possible, she pushed the covers off and got out of the bed. With light steps she made her way to the bathroom, quickly shutting the door and then turning on the light.

She sent a text to Jonny, "I just had a bad dream. I know it's late or early, but need to talk"

Setting the phone down she examined herself in the mirror. The scar across her cheek was healing, creating a long jagged scab. Her face was also a multitude of colors, purple, yellow, pink, and so on due to the times that Drazen and Kosta had hit her. Jessie ran her fingers through her hair, flattening her bed-head as her phone vibrated; scooping it up she read Jonny's reply.

"Of course. Meet you in the hallway."

"Thanks." She texted back. Splashing cold water on her face and quickly running a brush through her hair, Jessie gave herself one more quick look, saw that she at least looked to be a member of the living at this point, and tip-toed back into the room to gather her room key before quietly heading out the door to meet Jonny.

Minutes later Jessie emerged from her room and quietly shut the door. The hallway was vacant except for her and Jonny, who rushed over to her from a few doors down the hallway and embraced her tightly.

"You alright?" He breathed into her ear.

Jessie nodded within the embrace and replied, "I am now, but it felt so real."

"They do sometimes." Jonny said with comfort in his voice.

Jonny released his hug, and his hands slid down Jessie's arms to take her hands in his own. "I left a note for Hadji, but I don't think we should leave the hallway or else our parents will freak out if they wake up and find us gone."

Jessie smiled while nodding, "That's the last thing I want right now."

Jonny led the love of his life over to a spot along the wall between the room she shared with her mother and her father's room, which was connected by a door inside the rooms. Jonny, Hadji, and Doctor Quest were sharing a room a few doors down and on the opposite site of the hallway. The couple sat down on the plush carpet and keeping their fingers interlocked Jonny said, "If you don't want to talk about it,"

Jessie shook her head, "No. I do. I can't allow them to keep me afraid. If I do, then even though they are dead, they would still have a hold on me and would still have won."

Jonny nodded, agreeing with her rational. "Alright."

Jessie relayed the events of her dream, Jonny listening intently the entire time. Afterwards she said, "When they had me captive, for real I mean, I was so scared, but what kept me going was knowing that at any moment you would come through that door to rescue me…and you did."

Jonny gazed into her eyes, seeing the sadness and the pain, but also the hope and the love. "I just knew in my heart that you were still with us and when we saw just how vicious those men were…well…I would have died saving you, you know that, right?"

Jessie leaned her head against Jonny's shoulder, closing her eyes she softly replied, "Of course."

They sat in silence for some time, just happy to be together, neither wanting to be the first to say they should get some sleep. Jonny felt the warmth radiating from Jessie's closeness and soon the rise and fall of her chest was accompanied by light breaths; she had fallen asleep. Slowly, as not to wake her, Jonny maneuvered his hips so he could pull his phone from his pocket. He sent a mass text message to the others, telling them he and Jessie were outside in the hallway and not to worry. Once sent, he put the phone down on his lap and then wrapped his arms around Jessie completely, holding her tight.

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The following morning, the Quests and Bannon made their way to Intelligence One Headquarters. Race had found his daughter and Jonny asleep in the hallway together around five in the morning and had ushered both the teens back to their respective rooms. He knew Jessie was going through more than she deserved and even though it pained him that she didn't feel comfortable opening up to him, he was glad that Jonny was there to support his little girl.

Over the years, Race had come to see the two grow into more than just best friends. It bothered him at first, but he knew that his daughter was becoming a woman and that as much as he resisted the idea, he would have to let her go eventually. He was just happy to know that it was Jonny Quest that Jessie had fallen for and not some young guy that Race didn't know or approve of. Jonny would treat her right, of that Race had no doubt.

"How'd you sleep?" Race asked Estella as they waited for the elevators to take them up to Corbin's office. They hadn't spoken much since their fight the night before and Race wasn't really sure if Estella was ready to talk either.

"Well enough I suppose." Estella replied, but said nothing more.

Inwardly, Race sighed. He let her response stand, the last thing he wanted to do was get them worked up again in front of the others. There would be time to work things out later, once they were back in Maine.

The elevator opened and the group road up in silence, but it was obvious that they were all ready to get things over with so they could finally head back home.

Exiting on the main floor, Race and Benton led the way down to Corbin's office. His secretary Ms. Saunders, the young girl from the hospital asked them to wait a moment and Race saw the girl eye Estella with what appeared to be a combination of suspicion and contempt; he couldn't really blame her and a quick glance at his ex-wife confirmed for him that she must be feeling the same way about the young lady's behavior. Picking up the phone, she called in to the office and after a few words were exchange she hung up then addressed Doctor Quest.

"Doctor, he's ready for you and Agent Bannon now."

"Thank you," Benton said as he stood. Race got the impression that Benton knew something more than he was telling and his gut twisted into knots.

"We'll only be a few minutes." Benton told the rest of the team. "Then we'll get debriefed and be on our way home."

The two men headed into the office. As they entered, Corbin stood up from behind his desk. He looked better, but still tired. He was dressed in his usual manner once again, in a suit and tie. Race couldn't help but notice that while the man didn't wear a vest beneath his shirt, he was armed.

Corbin shook both of their hands and motioned for them to take a seat, "Gentlemen, thanks for coming a bit early. How are the kids holding up?"

"As well as can be expected this early in the process." Benton replied.

Phil turned his attention towards Race, "And Estella?"

Corbin's formalities were not lost on Race. "About the same. So what's going on? What did you need to discuss with us prior to the debriefing?"

Race saw Corbin glance towards Benton briefly and the look confirmed for Race that Benton already knew the details of whatever was about to transpire.

"Doctor Quest and I had a meeting last night as you know," Corbin started, his demeanor turning to straight business, "and we both feel that in light of recent events that your status here within Intelligence One has been compromised."

Race took in the man's words with shock and disbelief. He was being fired! "My performance and dedication to my job have always been my top priority, you know that." He protested. "You can't hold me responsible for what Estella did to you!"

"I'm not," Corbin replied.

"Bullshit," Race spat. "Is this why you took my credentials?"

Corbin shrugged, unphased by Race's outburst. "No, not initially, but I'm not giving them back."

Race clenched the arm rests of his chair, resisting the urge to snap back at Corbin. He turned and looked at Benton, "You agree with him?"

"I do, Race." Benton replied.

"So what now? You're going to assign someone else to the Quests? Kick me to the curb?"

"Calm down, Race," Benton urged his friend.

"No, this isn't right," Race retorted and turned his attention back towards Corbin, who sat silently studying the white-haired man, "This is political and you know it."

"If you'd let us finish," Corbin replied, again ignoring Race's jabs, "I am not assigning another agent to Jonny Quest."

Race was genuinely confused, "Okay, what the hell is going on?"

"Race," Benton started, he kept his tone level, "With Quest Enterprises really taking off I need someone as my head of security. I can think of no one better than you to fill that role. You'd be dedicated to us one hundred percent without having to report back to Intelligence One or worry about reassignment. Director Corbin agrees with me."

"Wait, this was your idea, Benton?" Race asked as he relaxed.

"Yes," Benton replied. "I suggested the idea to Corbin and based on recent events it seems like the best course of action for all parties concerned."

"You may not be responsible for what Estella did, Race," Corbin added, "and believe me I do not hold you responsible, but there are numerous people of influence within this community that would see it that way. Of course you'll still have access to necessary resources within this agency that are needed for you to fulfill your new role. And I may still call on Doctor Quest from time to time for assistance."

Race nodded, "I guess I can see where you are coming from."

"And besides," Corbin added with a smile, "I'm sure the pay is much better."

Race let out a short laugh, "I'm sure you're right about that."

Corbin stood, an indication that the meeting was over. Benton and Race did the same. Corbin extended his hand towards Race who took it, returning the man's gesture. "You were always one of my best agents and I hate to see you go, but this is better for you, Benton, and your entire family."

"Thanks, Phil," Race replied.

Benton placed a comforting hand on the big man's shoulder, "Now let's get this debriefing over so we can get back to Maine. There's a lot you have to get caught up now!"

"Sure thing, Doc," Race said.

Phil called to his secretary and told her to show the rest of the group to the conference room. Benton left and Race hung back for a moment as Corbin gathered his paperwork. "Last night, I asked Estella to come back to Maine with us."

Phil paused and asked, "What did she say?"

"She said she would, but that she had business, unfinished business, to take care of here first. Business with you."

"I have no idea what she's talking about." Corbin replied turning his attention back the folders on his desk, but Race had been around the other man long enough to know that something in his tone suggested otherwise.

"So you two aren't planning a little revenge?" Race asked with caution.

"Revenge against who? Everyone is dead."

"I don't want her to be in any more danger, Phil." Race said.

"I'm not putting her in any danger." Phil sighed, "She told me she was going with me. Was very adamant about it actually."

"Where are you going?" Race asked.

Phil smiled, "You don't work here anymore, Mr. Bannon. I can't tell you that. Now let's go take care of this debriefing."

Knowing Corbin wasn't going to give up any more information, Race shook his head and followed the other man out.

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The group assembled in the main conference room for Intelligence One. They were all seated around the highly polished conference table. Large monitors lined the walls, however none were currently powered on. The conference room had a magnificent view of the nation's capital, but all the blinds were currently closed.

Jonny rapped his fingers against the table; patience was never one of his virtues. Seated next to him was Jessie and Hadji was on the other side of her. Estella was seated on the other side of the table, as was Doctor Natalie Smith, who they had not seen since leaving for Baltimore. Jonny had assumed the young woman had returned to Philadelphia, so he was surprised by her presence.

Just as he was about to ask for another time what was taking his dad and Race so long, one of the doors opened and the two men, along with Director Corbin entered. Jonny saw that Race's brow was furrowed, something obviously on his mind, but he said nothing, figuring if Race wanted to share he would do so later.

Benton and Race took seats along the table and Corbin went to the back of the room and retrieved a small wooden box that was on one of the tables. He brought it over, set it down on the conference table and then took a seat.

"This shouldn't take too long," Corbin said as he opened the box and withdrew the infamous stone. Delicately he handed it to Benton who passed it down the table to Jonny and Jessie.

"So the only question that remains is whether or not this stone truly contains some hidden secret," Corbin stated. "Specifically the secret formula that Yuri Delic claims to have somehow hidden within the stone."

Jessie held the stone for the first time. She shivered involuntarily as she held the object that was at the heart of the ordeal. It was truly a work of expert craftsmanship, the details in the engraving simple but beautiful. Turning it over in her palms she examined the item, but saw no indication of hidden compartments, levers, or markings that could indicate a possible hidden compartment within the stone.

"Does it do anything?" Jessie asked.

Jonny took the stone from her, a look of confusion crossed his face, "The last time I held it I felt a vibration."

"I think that may have been your nerves, Jonny." Corbin replied. "It was a pretty tense situation."

"May I see it?" Estella asked and Jonny passed it across the table.

Estella lightly ran her fingers over the engravings, "It really is quite beautiful."

"But nothing more than an artifact that, over the years, has developed a mythical legend." Corbin replied.

Estella handed it to Natalie and then responded, "You still don't believe."

"I never did, you know that."

"So now what? What about Delic's formula?" Race asked. He watched Natalie hand the stone back to Corbin who placed it back in the box.

"I think his formula was lost when he surrendered. We never found any evidence that he had developed a stable agent that could be weaponized. We took him into custody before he could reach that point. He claimed to have more information only to save his own hide." Corbin stated.

"I do not remember my father ever completing another test after the massacre." Natalie said, "But I was young and scared…of both him and Drazen and his men."

Estella patted the young doctor's arm. "That's completely understandable. It was a war after all."

Race watched as his ex-wife comforted the younger woman and again he realized that there was a special bond between them and Corbin that he would never truly understand.

"So this is it then?" Hadji asked.

"There's not much more we can do." Corbin told the youth. "Everyone is dead and honestly, even if this stone did hold some kind of secrets, I think its best that those secrets remain hidden."

"What do you plan to do with the stone?" Benton asked again.

"It needs to be returned." Natalie stated with determination.

"I'm going to take it back to Kosovo and return it to the proper authorities there." Corbin said.

Benton stroked his beard as he took in the other man's words. "That sounds like the best course of action. Perhaps the legend surrounding it can fade back into obscurity."

"We can only hope." Jessie said, shuddering at the idea of anyone else having to suffer what she and her mother experienced because of the stone.

"I'll be leaving in the morning," Phil stated. "I think we can all safely say that this issue is settled. I can finish up all the paperwork when I return and if I need anything to add to your official statements I'll be in touch."

Nods and murmurs of agreement acknowledged the Director's statement and they all rose. Benton shook Corbin's hand and said, "Safe travels, my friend."

"Likewise, Doctor. I'll be in touch."

Estella moved around the table to her daughter. "I'm going to go with Director Corbin, see this thing settled once and for all. Then I think, if it's okay with you, I'll come up to Maine for a while."

Jessie smiled and hugged her mother tightly. "I'd like that, mom. We can talk and really begin the healing process then."

Estella planted a kiss on her daughter's forehead, "I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. You are so strong."

Jessie blushed, "Okay, mom, stop it."

Race smiled as he watched his daughter and Estella interacting, truly happy that this incident didn't cause a rift between them. He felt Corbin standing next to him. Keeping his eyes on his family, Race asked the other man, "If you're just going to Kosovo, why couldn't you tell me that earlier?"

Corbin slapped the white-haired man on the shoulder and said, "Have a nice flight back to Maine, Race."

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They arrived at the prison the following morning. SSA Hotchner was waiting for them in the parking lot as Corbin, Estella, and Doctor Smith exited their vehicle and met with the FBI unit chief.

"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" Hotch asked as he shook Corbin's hand. His question was directed at Doctor Smith.

"Yes, I need to see him." She replied.

Hotch nodded and motioned for the group to follow him.

"Thank you for arranging this meeting, Aaron." Phil replied. His cousin in the FBI had not been happy with Phil's choices, especially with the decision not to pursue some sort of charge against Estella, but he knew it wasn't really his lane and he trusted his relative to make the decision that was best for all involved.

"Not a problem." Hotch replied as they reached the counter to sign in. "I'll wait here until you are finished."

Leaving his weapon behind, Corbin and the two women were searched, along with Corbin's briefcase and then were led deep into the prison; neither woman had seen the inside of such a place before and Corbin could tell they were both on edge.

"Don't worry, he won't be able to hurt you." Corbin reassured as they followed the guards. "He'll be restrained."

"Okay," Natalie replied.

As they reached their destination they peered through the two-way glass at Yuri Delic. He was, as Corbin described, restrained by cuffs attached to his wrists and ankles.

Corbin looked at the two women, "Ready?"

They both nodded and followed the Intelligence One agent inside the interrogation room.

Delic looked up as the group entered and his face, which had previously held a look of hatred and contempt lit up as his eyes fell upon his daughter. He stood, but Corbin held up a hand, blocking Natalie from moving forward.

"Sit down, Delic." Corbin ordered.

Delic sneered at the man, but did as he was told. "Natasha, oh how you've grown. You're so beautiful."

Natalie looked at her father as she sat down in a chair at the table next to Corbin. Estella sat on the other side of the I-1 agent.

"Father," Natalie said. "They told me you were here. That you wanted to see me."

Delic beamed, "If I had known you were coming to see me,"

"That's not why we are here." Corbin said, his voice cold. Delic turned his attention to the agent, his eyes going hard.

"What do you want then?"

Phil opened his briefcase and withdrew the stone. He set it on the table, just out of reach of the prisoner.

"The stone," Delic breathed and then laughed. "You want me to tell you how to unlock its secrets. Why should I?"

"How many more people have to suffer because of this stone?" Estella asked. She couldn't tell if Delic knew who she was.

"Why should I care about that?" Delic's words were ice.

"What about me, papa?" Natalie asked. "Am I just another victim of yours? Another experiment?"

His eyes softened at his daughter's words, "That was an accident, one I've always regretted. I took you to these two so they could save you."

"And they did." Natalie rubbed her stomach. "and now I am happily married and I am pregnant."

Delic's mouth was agape, at a loss for words. Finally he whispered, "I'll have a grandchild."

"One you'll never see." Corbin stated.

"That's not for you to decide." Delic growled.

Natalie touched Corbin's arm and said, "I don't feel well."

"Come on, honey." Estella said, rising and helping Natalie from the room. Delic watched them go, but Corbin kept his eyes locked on the disgraced scientist.

Finally, Delic turned his attention back to the agent and said, "Why should I give you the secrets to the stone?"

Corbin held the man's gaze and said, "I never said I wanted you to tell me. You saw your daughter, so now I want the information you promised."

"Please, refresh my memory, Agent Corbin." Delic sneered.

"I want the identity of your buyer."

"I don't know if I remember, it has been so long."

Corbin glared at the man, knowing the game he was attempting to play. "If you want to see her again, then tell me what you know."

Delic stared down the agent, neither man giving any indication of his true intentions away. "Well, let's get started then," He said, attempting to take control of the situation, "but if we are going to be here for a while I would like a glass of water."

Corbin held the man's gaze for a moment, then motioned towards the window. "This won't take long, but sure."

After a few moments, Estella and Doctor Smith returned and placed a paper cup filled half way with water in front of the prisoner.

Delic smiled at his daughter, but when she did not reciprocate he sneered and chugged from the paper cup, crushing it when he was finished. "Why are you all really here?"

"We wanted you to bear witness to this," Estella proclaimed. On cue Corbin stood, grasped the stone in his good hand and slammed it down on the edge of the table, breaking the ancient artifact in half.

Disbelief overtook Delic and he burst from his seat, "What are you doing?" He screamed.

"Ending this for good." Corbin said as he dropped to two pieces of the stone to the floor and stomped them into rubble.

"You fools!" Delic cried, "You're mad!"

"That stone has caused nothing but death and destruction," Natalie stated, "This is justice for all you have wronged; all you have killed."

Delic's face was flushed with anger and he attempted to lunge across the table, but his muscles suddenly cramped up and he felt sick to his stomach. Sweat beaded his brow and he sat back down. In an attempt to regain his composure he said, "It doesn't matter, the formula is still up here." He tapped the side of his head, but the movement made him dizzy.

"So what," Corbin replied. "You're going to die in here."

Delic snorted a laugh, but it was getting difficult to breathe, "You think your American prison can hold me?"

"You misunderstand, father," Natalie said in her native tongue, "You are going to die in here. In this room."

Corbin glanced at the Doctor as she spoke to her father, but remained silent.

Delic's eyes widened in horror at her revelation and he grasped his chest. His breathing was labored, attempting to stand, he stumbled and crashed to the floor. His eyes were wide open and he stared at the ceiling as he heard the chairs scrape across the floor as the two women rose; seconds later the door opened and slammed shut again. Delic winced as the pain racked his body, his muscles tightening so much that he couldn't move his limbs. He attempted to yell, to call out for help, but if any words crossed his lips he did not know. He squeezed his eyes shut and his body convulsed in one last spasm of pain and then went limp.

None of the group spoke as they left the cell and returned to meet back up with SSA Hotchner. The FBI agent immediately saw the grave looks across all their faces and asked, "What is it? What happened?"

"Yuri Delic is dead." Corbin stated. "It's over."

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To Be Continued….

A/N: Almost done! I hope those that have stuck with this so long are enjoying the story. The ending on this chapter kind of brought the story back to its roots, with it being more about Estella and the events of her past in Kosovo.

Again, thank you all! I think I have one more chapter left and this will be complete! I hope to have it done soon, so be on the lookout!