"Emily. I think I found something." Tamia said gently as she watched Emily pace back and forth with crime scene photos in her hands. The slim brunette didn't stop pacing but she did lock eyes with Tamia. Tamia enlarged the document on the laptop in front of her. "When Brenda Kilpatrick was two, she was diagnosed with Gaucher Disease. It's basically the absence of the glucocerebrosidase enzyme. She was diagnosed with Type 3. Her symptoms at the time of diagnosis were severe deficiencies and difficulty with her spleen and liver. They tried enzyme replacement therapy but it did nothing. They took drastic measures and did a bone marrow transplant. She got the transplant done in Nice. It's a genetic disease but not on Daphne's side. I thoroughly checked her genetics and she wasn't even a carrier for it." "So that would mean that Brenda got it from her father's side. Does Simon have it? Does anyone else in his family have it?" Emily waited patiently for an answer and her phone started buzzing. She saw that it was Mick and silenced it immediately. "Simon also has Type 3 and received a bone marrow transplant when he was 11. The only other person who has it in his family is his mother. She lives in Maine. Wait a minute…Daphne lived in Maine for about 4 months after Brenda got the transplant. Do you know specifically where Simon is from?" "Augusta, Maine. 980 Bradshaw Lane, I think." "Daphne lived at 974 Bradshaw Lane in Augusta. She was two doors down from Simon's childhood where his mother still lives. What do you keep staring at over there?" "I'm trying to figure out when he met all these women. They all worked in different places, dined all over the city, lived in completely different neighborhoods, and were in completely different socioeconomic classes. Some of them had debt, some had none at all."
Tamia remained quiet as she let Emily think out loud. "Can you see if their jobs had a temp agency on the premises or any temps loaned out to their workplaces?" Tamia didn't hide the confusion but looked for the information anyways. "No. they didn't use the same temp agency. Wait a second, the names may be different but the address is the same for the temp agencies that went to each workplace. The temp service looks to have had a contract for three months with each company. They only sent men to each workplace. He was there for two weeks before moving on. The names are all different so, give me a second and I'll see if I can find a picture. Okay here we go, the faces are all the same and they are none other than….Simon." Emily walked over to the computer and gave a look of satisfaction. "Got you, you little bastard." "How did you know to ask about temps?" "When I was in college, I worked as a temp and they sent me to five different offices for the 8 months that I worked for them. I was usually some office hot shot's assistant. That meant that with a few key strokes, I knew everything about their personal life. I thought about looking for temps on a hunch and I was right. If Simon pretended to be a temp, then he had the opportunity to know everything about these women without them even knowing. That was how he chose his victims. That's why the victimology is all over the place."
"Okay, I follow that. What I don't follow is how this connects to his fixation on Daphne." Tamia said. "I think that he tried to keep up with her after the rape. Maybe she fought back the hardest or maybe she submitted to him more than his other victims. I'm thinking that she did a great job of hiding her pregnancy. That hereditary disease that was passed on to Brenda is pretty rare. If she got treatment in Nice that saved her life, then I doubt very seriously that he didn't find out about it. After all, he is a large donator to the hospital where she received treatment." "Okay, so what's the end game? Why now?" "It's possible that after he found out about Brenda's treatment that he spent a lot of time trying to find her. He may have had a lead when he found out that she lived two doors down from his mother. From what I hear, they're pretty close so it's not unbelievable that she didn't mention someone new in the neighborhood to him. She's done a really good job of staying hidden. I think that now he finally got his chance and took it. I mean come on, he killed one daughter…why wouldn't he want to kill the other." "Shouldn't we be heading back to her place?" Tamia asked as she stood up and closed the laptop. "I don't think that he'll be there. If he's been watching her then it's safe to assume that he won't run the risk of going to her place." "So where would he go?"
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Gina and Beth returned to the police station looking frustrated. "Marcy Ross was a bust. She doesn't remember anything distinguishing about her rapist. However, she did get pregnant as a result of the rape. She had a son. He is about to turn 5 in 7 months. You get anything Coop?" Gina asked. "We pretty much got the same thing with Angela Frazier. She only remembers that he smelled like raisins, not that it really helps us much. She too got pregnant from the rape and also had a son. He's 3. While we wait on Mick and Prophet, let's run down what we know. Both Marcy and Angela remember very little about their rape. They both had sons and have not been targeted again. Both women stayed local and put it behind them as much as possible. Our guy had to be satisfied with their decisions after the rape because they are both still very much alive and unharmed. Do we know anything about Daphne Kilpatrick?" "No we only know that she fell off the face of the Earth and only recently popped back up." "She's been hiding something." Cooper picked up his phone and called Garcia.
"Garcia, I need you to look into a complaint that Angela Frazier filed with Human Resources about a month before her rape." "Little Ms. Blonde Bombshell Angela filed a HR complaint against…huh that's weird. She filed it against a temp. She said that at first he merely made her uncomfortable by staring at her, then she would see him outside of work. It wasn't enough to get a restraining order so she filed a complaint." "Do you know who the guy was?" "His name was Jack Sinise which is obviously a fake because I can't find him anywhere. I managed to hack into the camera feed from that day. Give me a second and I'll see if I can get a good shot of his face. I got him. I'm sending it to you now." "Thanks Garcia. I'll talk to you later." Cooper waited for the image to come through and looked up when Mick and Prophet walked in with anger set square in the middle of their faces. "Any luck with Daphne?" Cooper asked. Mick refused to answer and everyone saw his jaw tightened. "She wasn't home. She's missing. We put out an alert and there were signs of a struggle. One of her neighbors said that she had two female visitors two hours before we got there. There's something else Coop….she's got a daughter and she's missing too." Cooper shook his head as he looked at his phone once more. "Are you going to tell them?" Prophet asked as he nudged Mick. Cooper spun back around, "Tell us what?" Mick still refused to talk so Prophet spoke up. "Emily isn't in D.C. She went AWOL days ago and isn't returning Mick's calls." "What does this have to do with this case?" "Don't you dare Prophet", Mick snarled out. Prophet got ready to speak again when Mick suddenly grabbed him forcefully and shoved him into a nearby wall. "Shut your fucking mouth!" The sudden action startled all of Mick's team and it took them a second to react.
Cooper pulled Mick off of Prophet. "What the hell is going on?" Cooper nearly yelled. "Mick called Emily's office and found out that she wasn't there. Then, he called her mom and she told him that Emily was here working on a case." "Okay, so what? Look I just got a photo from Garcia. This is probably our guy. Do me a favor, tuck the bullshit and do your job. Mick or Prophet, I don't care which one, blow this photo up and get it out to all these officers and start canvasing. We need an id ASAP." Mick snatched the paper out of Cooper's hand and balled it up after looking at it. He threw it to the ground and took off out the precinct. "What the hell is wrong with him?" Gina said as her hands settled firmly on her hips. Prophet unballed the photo and sighed heavily. "Care to share?" Beth said with a curious look on her face. "This is Mick's brother-in-law Simon. Emily is here doing a favor and I'm betting it's got something to do with this guy. It's no coincidence that us, Simon, and Emily are all here at the same time. We're all working the same case. I have to go find him before he goes ballistic." Prophet said as he put the photo down and took off in a jog after Mick.
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"Emily, an alert just came in. It looks like Daphne's place has been ransacked; her and Brenda are missing." "He's got them. Simon has the both of them." Tamia stopped the car abruptly. "Where the hell would he take them?" Emily thought for a second before speaking. "If I were him and I had the FBI closing in on me, I would go somewhere private but also somewhere that's symbolic for me…..her office. Is her Scottsdale office still in use?" "No. It was one of the first places I checked. It's been closed for like three years and set for demolition in a few days." "Turn the car around. That's where he has them." "What's his end game?" Tamia asked. Emily let out a solemn breath, "Murder-suicide probably because there's no way a guy like Simon will survive in jail."
Silence fell over the car as they went in the direction of the abandoned office.
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"What did you just do Elizabeth?" Sheldon asked Elizabeth. "I was not going to lie to him! Just because you can lie with ease-" "Don't! I did what I had to do Elizabeth. You can be mad at what I did but I still stand by my decision. It was better to send her with supplies than to let her go with nothing at all." "This is Mick's case! How was that supposed to pan out?" "I don't know! Why are you putting all of this on me? It's not my fault. It was Emily's decision and not mine. She didn't come to you because she knew that you'd have this reaction. It's probably the same reason why she didn't say anything to Mick! The two of you act on emotion rather than logic!"
The bickering couple stopped speaking when they heard footsteps. "Papa, Nana Lizbeth no fight." They could both see that Kehlani was on the verge of tears and immediately felt bad. Elizabeth rushed over and picked the toddler up before looking at Sheldon once more, "At least we have emotions." She grabbed their things and went outside to the car. Sheldon let out a long breath and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. He looked up when a figure appeared in the doorway. "Is everything okay?" Jeanine asked hesitantly.
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"Time to wake up." That cold distant voice made her blood run cold. "Daphne! Open your eyes." Daphne reluctantly looked up at Simon. "Where is my daughter?" "That little ingrate is not important." "She is my daughter!" "She is something you should have gotten rid of from the beginning." Daphne took deep breaths as her eyes followed Simon's every move. The room that she was in looked so familiar…too familiar. Although there wasn't any furniture or desks, Daphne knew that it was her old office. She could only hope that someone would find them and save Brenda—Brenda mattered more than she did.
Daphne watched as he circled her like prey once more before he stopped walking completely and sat down in a chair not that far from the one she was tied up in. "What are you going to do to me? You going to kill me?" Simon smiled before pulling out a knife and toying with the tip of the blade. "Not at all. I plan on getting rid of little Brenda and making you watch. How long did you think it would take for me to find out about her?" Daphne was about to answer but Simon held a hand up to silence her. "At first, I had my suspicions but I thought that you had an abortion. Then after extensively tracking you down, I find out that not only did you have my child but you had a girl. I detest girls." "Because you destroy them" Daphne spat out. Fearful eyes met cold ones, "Because they ruin everything. They are too needy for affection and don't have the capacity to be leaders." "You mean they don't have the capacity to be a rapist like you."
Simon punched Daphne in the mouth. She was momentarily stunned and felt the blood trickle into her open mouth as the distinct metallic taste hit her tongue. "You will show me respect." "Like your wife does?" Daphne finally managed to catch Simon off guard and his shocked expression egged her on. "You forgot to take your wedding ring off this time" she said as she motioned towards his hands. "Either you just got married or she is truly brainwashed by you. She is off her rocker to follow your every command. I feel sorry for her." "Shut your mouth! She does as she's told. She doesn't disobey me. She knows better." "Bullshit! Everyone has a breaking point…even your wife. How long do you think it's going to take for her to 'disobey you' if she already hasn't? I'm almost positive that your wife has at least one ally." "She has me and that's all she needs."
Daphne hung her head momentarily before lifting it again with fire blazing in her eyes. "How did you find out about Brenda?" "You were in Nice. I lived in Nice for quite some time. I am also good friends with the hospital administrator where she got treatment. Don't you see? I own you. I control your every move." "You don't own me. I am not your property!" Simon chuckled, "I have you right where I want you and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. You have no idea what I am capable of." "The only thing that you're capable of is raping women and implanting your defective sperm into them. You are a coward. I will die before I bow down to you." "You will give me a son first and then we can revisit that death conversation. There was always something special about you." "Did you kill my fiancé?" "Yes, I did." Daphne couldn't hide the tears that clouded her vision. "Why?" she managed to croak out. Simon straightened out the cufflink on his shirt before responding. "He was trying to adopt that vermin that you call your daughter." "Don't call my daughter vermin; what does that have to do with you?" "If the adoption went through then, it would put a major kink into my plan." "So, you just bash a man's head in with a brick? What is your plan?" "You must learn to listen better. I detest girls; therefore, once I found out about her, I decided that she needed to be exterminated. Nothing and no one will stand in my way. Besides, you are mine and not his!" "Brenda is not a fucking bug! She is a child! She is an innocent child with her whole life ahead of her! Kill me instead of her because if you kill her then I'll already be dead inside."
Simon stepped forward and brought his face eye-level with hers, "If you had a boy then we wouldn't be here right now. How do you expect me to get a son from you if I kill you? Her life ended the moment you gave birth to her. Mother and I have never had a use for girls." "You have some sick and twisted love affair with your mother? Who are you? Norman Bates?" Simon gave a wide grin, "My name is Simon Griffin. My mother is Diane Griffin. You too have met, correct?" Daphne's face paled as she recognized the name as the woman who lived two doors down from her in Maine.
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"Mick! Slow down before you kill us both." Prophet said quite alarmed as Mick weaved recklessly through incoming traffic. "She's a liar. She lied to my face. She could have told me the truth and I would've handled it myself." "Mick, mate-" "I tracked the GPS chip that Daphne put in her daughter's watch to the old building where she used to work. It's out best option right now." Prophet pulled out his cell and relayed the information to Cooper and the rest of their team.
Back at the building, Emily and Tamia pulled their weapons as they slowly walked up to the large building. Emily flattened her body against the cold brick building and Tamia did the same as two stocky men with automatic weapons seemed to be walking the perimeter. Tamia slowly pulled out a thin, but durable, piece of cord and gave one to Emily. Both women jumped the men from behind and pulled the cord tight against their windpipe and jugular. Once the men dropped to their knees, both women shoved one of their knees into the middle of their backs and yanked their heads back further. Emily heard a cracking sound with the guy she held before he collapsed backwards in her direction. The gurgling sound of fluid hit Tamia's ears before she loosened her grip as the body in front of her went limp. They both grabbed their weapons again and crept as quietly as possible to the main entrance. With a gentle tug, Emily deduced that the front doors were all locked. Both women split up into opposite directions to check the other doors on the ground floor. They bumped into each other as they came full circle. Emily looked up, "Mind giving me a boost?" Tamia complied immediately and helped Emily climb to the second level. Emily wrapped her legs tightly around the thick pole that she was sitting on before swinging her upper body down and stretching out her hands. Tamia did a small run before jumping up to meet Emily's dangling arms. On the second go, Tamia gripped Emily's hands as the brunette use the strength of her forearms to secure her grip on Tamia before lifting both of their bodies up.
Emily found an open window and went in first before Tamia followed. They with their backs pressed together as they ensured that no one would catch them off guard. They got near a stairwell when Tamia saw a ribbon on the ground. She nudged Emily, who turned around and whispered, "Brenda was wearing a polka-dot ribbon earlier today." A small shift against metal rang in Emily's eyes as she darted around, gun drawn, at the sound. Emily let out a small sigh of relief when she saw Brenda tied to a beam in the corner of the hallway. She lifted her finger to her own lips, signaling that Brenda needed to be quiet. The little girl nodded her head, but her eyes went wide as she saw Emily pull out a knife. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to get you out of this rope, okay?" Another tentative nod gave Emily the permission to continue. Once Brenda was untied, Emily took her over to Tamia. "Get her out of here Mia." "What about you?" "I need to find Daphne. The last thing that she needs to see is what I may find. The two of you won't be able to make that jump, so you'll have to find another way out." Tamia didn't want to leave Emily, but Brenda didn't need to see anymore. Emily took the stairs two at a time until she reached the fifth floor. She heard raised voices and knew that she must be close to Simon and Daphne.
Just as she was about to take a step forward, an average-sized man was within spitting distance of her. He hadn't noticed her, so she took the chance and grabbed the knife from the holster on her cargo pants. She tiptoed behind him and put one hand over his mouth as she rammed the knife at an upward angle in his back before twisting it roughly. She lowered his body into the small space of a nearby deserted cubicle. She tried to ignore the wild beating of her heart and the constricting feeling in her chest. For the first time since she started all this…she was scared out of her mind.
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"Did you kill all those women on the news?" Daphne asked in a defeated voice. "They had it coming. They aborted my children, so they had to die." "You are truly demented and buck fucking nuts if you think that rape justifies you having parental rights let alone you deciding to play God with someone's life!" Daphne took another blow to the face. She'd stopped feeling the hits and reveled in the satisfaction that came with getting Simon riled up. She hoped that she could use this strategy until she figured out a way to save her daughter. "I have one last question before I kill the brat. You had a visitor earlier today. Who did you see? What did they say?" Through the swelling eye and the badly split lip, Daphne looked up with defiance in her eyes. "I saw no one. No one said anything to me." "Wrong answer." Simon walked away and ignored Daphne's pleas for Brenda's life. He got into the stairwell and felt a hand on the back of his head before his face me the unforgiving concrete wall. Stunned at first, it took Simon a moment to register the kicks and punches until one hit him in the eye so bad that he could no longer see out of it.
Emily had the upper hand and took advantage of it until she miscalculated a kick and Simon yanked her ankle until she hit the landing at the top of the stairs. He punched her hard in the chest before rising to his feet. He went to kick her and felt a stabbing pain in his calf before realizing that Emily had stabbed him. She grabbed her by the neck and lifted her against the wall until her feet were no longer on the ground. Simon was significantly taller than Emily so he continued to push her body up against the wall as his grip on her neck tightened. Emily's vision became blurred and the black spots were taking over her normally 20/20 outlook. She clawed at his hand as the color drained from her face. She used the last bit of energy she had to lift her leg up higher. She was wearing boots with a slim high heel, so she shoved her foot, as hard as she could, into Simon's right eye. His screams bounced off the small corridor as he let her go and her body hit the ground with an audible thump. The pain was ignored as Emily focused on breathing; Simon couldn't hide the amount of pain he was in. He gripped the wall for support and forced his one good eye open to find Emily. She was taking large gulps of air in and pushing them out. He staggered over to her and before she could react, Simon drew his leg as far back as it would go and swung it forward and kicked Emily down the flight of stairs. He couldn't even watch in satisfaction as her body tumbled down the stairs because of the amount of pain he was in. Emily was unconscious as she laid at the bottom of the stairs.
Mick and Prophet got out the car and immediately ran towards the building. They got to the front door just as Tamia shot it out before kicking away all the glass and picking Brenda up and going through it. "Where's Emily?" Mick asked frantically. "We found her on the 4th floor and she went up so-" Tamia couldn't finish her sentence before Mick and Prophet took off inside the building. Less than two minutes later, Cooper, Gina, and Beth pulled up and got out the SUV with their guns drawn. "Probably the 5th floor", Tamia said as she pointed to the building behind her. Beth stayed with her and Brenda as Gina took off after Cooper, who had already sprinted into the building.
Simon hugged the staircase as he clumsily descended the stairs in an attempt to finish Emily off. She started to come to and groan at the pain she was feeling in her body, mostly her head. Mick felt his heart stop when he got to the stairwell and saw Emily's limp body lying on the ground. He went over to her immediately and looked up to see Simon charging at him. He dodged the assault and rammed Simon into the brick wall in a nearby hallway. Simon dropped to his knees with a grunt and Mick kicked him repeatedly in the chest. Simon tried charging Mick again and failed as Mick got him in a chokehold. Prophet was frozen in place the minute that he saw Emily. He snapped out of his daze when she moved. He went over to her and turned her over slowly. "Emily. Show me those pretty brown eyes" he pleaded. Slowly she opened her eyes and Prophet felt his heartrate slow down. Emily pointed to the top of the stairs and mumbled out "Daphne" Prophet turned to get Mick's attention and saw Gina and Cooper turn the corner. "Emily needs help; can one of you come with me to find Daphne?" Cooper knew what Prophet was doing seeing as how Mick still had Simon in a chokehold. Gina went over to Emily and Cooper and Prophet ran up the stairs to find Daphne.
"Do you think this is over? I'll get out. I'll kill them all. I'll kill Jeanine, Nina, Archer, Jenna, and Nico. And when I'm done with them, I'm going to kill you, Emily, and that little bastard of a daughter that she has. You may try to stop me but my sons will be just like me. I own Jeanine. I will rip everything you love away." During Simon's rant, Mick stared into Emily's eyes with anger; however, she didn't see anger…she saw Mick killing Simon. In that moment, she was right because the sound of Simon's neck breaking echoed throughout the otherwise quiet stairwell. Emily couldn't tear her eyes away from Mick. He dropped Simon's lifeless body and walked away. Emily felt a lone tear force its way down her cheek. Gina rubbed a soothing hand on her back before helping her to stand. Emily looked up as she heard footsteps and saw a battered Daphne walking down the steps with the help of Prophet and Cooper. The two women shared a look of understanding as Cooper noticed Simon's lifeless body. "What happened?" "He fought back. Mick had no choice. It was self-defense." Gina said smoothly. "That's what I thought" Cooper said with a silent nod of the head.
Although Emily knew that Mick was still pissed her, she couldn't help but feel that it was all worth it as she saw mother and daughter reunited. She turned her head and saw Jeanine and so many other women's nightmare get wheeled into the back of a coroner's van. She took the icepack off her head and gave it back to the paramedic as she waked over to Mick. She reached out to touch him but he moved away quickly. "Don't touch me" Mick said it an eerily calm voice. Emily felt fresh tears prick her eyes, "Mick" she whispered, trying to hide the sob that threaten to escape. "You lied to my face and decided to go off on a vigilante mission. You didn't trust me enough to tell me. Jeanine is my sister and you should have told me. You obviously don't trust me so it's only fair that I don't trust you either. Until I found out the truth, do you have any idea what was going through my mind?" "What did you think was going on?" Emily asked in a low voice. Mick's silence and eye contact avoidance answered her question. "You thought I was cheating on you?" Mick looked up and saw the tears welling in her eyes. He felt awful and reached out but she recoiled, "Don't." "You need to go spend time with your daughter." "My daughter? So, she's not yours?" "I didn't say that." "It was implied. Since you obviously think I'm a whore, I'll just go and spend time with my daughter."
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Jeanine and her boys were back on a plane to London after finding out about Simon. She was relieved, hurt, confused, angry, and a host of other emotions. One thing she was not was scared. She agreed that she's go back and tell her family everything from beginning to end. Mick barely acknowledged her, not that she could blame him. The tension at the Prentiss home in Alexandria was thick. Sheldon and Elizabeth wouldn't stay in the same room together. Elizabeth and Emily hadn't shared more than 20 words. Mick barely came around; he came around long enough for Kehlani to think it was normal. She wasn't a dumb kid and immediately picked up on the silence with her parents and grandparents. The one time that Mick and Emily were in a room together, she cried her eyes out when they started to argue. Emily picked her up and stormed upstairs as Mick stormed out. Sheldon and Mick didn't dare talk to each other because it wouldn't only end up in a fight.
After nearly 3 weeks of avoidance, Mick came to the Prentiss home. He rang the doorbell and Emily answered. She was dressed in sweats with her hair piled on top of her head. She looked tired but absolutely radiant to Mick. "You're staring" Emily pointed out emotionlessly. Mick cleared his throat, "Sorry. I just wanted to see Kehlani, if that's okay." Emily stepped back and let him in. "She's asleep but you can go in her room. I'm going back to bed." Mick felt guilty that he'd been treating Emily the way that he had. After about an hour of watching the toddler sleep, Mick walked to Emily's room and knocked on the door. There was no response, so he slowly turned the doorknob and poked his head into the room. Emily was sitting upright in her bed and staring out the window. He walked over quietly and sat on the edge of the bed. Emily felt the bed dip and knew that it was him. He was the only person that'd have the balls to invade her privacy.
"What do you want Mick?" "You." "Well, I'm not Burger King, you can't have it your way." "Emily, I'm sorry." "Sorry doesn't always fix everything." Stunned, Mick's eyes went wide as he looked at her but she refused to make eye contact. "What are you saying Emily?" "I'm saying that you know where the door is." "What if I don't want to use it?" Emily finally turned to Mick, "What if I want you to?"