Helena pulled at the handcuff keeping her attached to the table. If she had a pin she could have easily broken out of them. Although she didn't mind the solitude; she was perfectly comfortable being alone with her thoughts. It was the possibility of someone watching her through the one-way glass window that bugged her. She found that if you stared at a certain spot in the window long enough you could sometimes catch a glimpse of movement from the other side.

Helena heard the door click and looked up next to the right of the window to see Agent Rossi and Prentiss entering the room. Rossi sat down at the table in front of her, while Prentiss stood with her arms crossed in front of the window facing Helena.

"Ms. Wells," Rossi greeted her with a smile. "Would you mind if we asked you a few more questions?"

"Well it's not like I can refuse, now can I?" she replied flatly and shook her hand cuffed wrist.

"Good point," Rossi agreed.

"Ms. Wells," Prentiss interrupted. "What were you doing at the crime scene this morning?"

Helena groaned. "Have we not been over this already? I told you people that I just happened to be walking by and saw the blood. I went over to see what happened."

"Then why did they find you going through the car our victim was in?" Prentiss questioned.

"I was looking for a cell phone."

"A cell phone?" Prentiss repeated in disbelief.

"Yes, you know, one of those devices everyone carries around attached to their hip?"

"I'm well aware of what they are. I just can't believe that you don't have one, considering everyone carries them around," Prentiss quipped.

"Well, I-" Helena started, but was interrupted by Prentiss.

"In fact, you had almost nothing on you when they brought you in. No ID, wallet or any cash, no keys to a house or car. Can you tell me why that is?" she said with a raised eyebrow.

"As I was saying, I don't have a cell phone; call me old fashioned. The reason I don't have any keys on my person is because the building I live in requires a code to get into, no keys involved. I was in a very bad mood when I left; I forgot to grab my bag. I was just going for a walk, trying to clear my head," Helena finished, hoping to get Prentiss off her back.

"Really? Because we couldn't find any record of you anywhere." Prentiss moved forward and leaned on the side of the table next to Rossi. "No bank accounts, credit cards, and no residence listed under your name."

Helena sighed and directed her next words to Rossi.

"Is this really necessary? I've told you everything I know. And I am not involved."

Rossi glanced at Prentiss. "Could I talk to you for a minute?" he asked her and they walked over to the corner by the door. They started talking to each other in hushed tones so Helena couldn't hear them.

They were clearly playing good cop-bad cop, hoping Helena would slip up and make a mistake with her story. A mistake was something she definitely couldn't afford, not if she wanted to get back in the god graces of The Regents.

Rossi came back over and sat in front of Helena, a serious look on his face. "Helena, we're prepared to offer you a deal. We know you're working with a partner, so if you give us a name we'll tell the DA you co-operated."

"But I'm innocent!" cried Helena, completely exasperated. She was getting very annoyed and a little angry at them now. "You're in here questioning me while the killer is out there. You're wasting your time and mine!"

"Alright," Rossi said slowly. "How about you just answer our questions so you can get out of here faster?"

"Fine," Helena grumbled. "But no questions you've already asked because I've already told you my answers." Helena glared at Prentiss who was still standing in the corner.

"Okay, well we've got some new questions anyway," Prentiss replied and walked back over to the table, ignoring the look she was getting from Helena.

"What did you mean when you said you smelled fudge at the crime scene?" asked Rossi.

"Just that," Helena replied with a shrug. "I smelled fudge."

"What's the significance of it?" Prentiss clarified. "It must be important since that's what you told Agent Bering when she was in here."

"I told her because she knows I'm not crazy and she knows that I wouldn't do something like this. The explanation of smelling fudge wouldn't sound odd to her coming from me because she knows I'm not crazy..." Helena was rambling and she knew it.

"Well Agent Bering may think you're innocent but I don't know about the rest of your friends," Rossi stated.

"What are you talking about?" Helena was growing uneasy. The only other people that the BAU would have talked to were Pete and Claudia. Helena wasn't really sure about what Claudia thought of her after she saved Claudia's life but it couldn't have been that she was a killer. Helena also knew for a fact that Pete really didn't trust her, or like her for that matter.

"Agent Lattimer believes that you could very well be committing these murders," Prentiss informed her. "And Claudia seems to think that you could be committing them but you aren't."

"Of course he does," Helena mumbled. "Although I don't see why, since I never actually did anything to him. It was just the circumstances we met under."

"And what were those circumstances?" Prentiss questioned.

Helena thought for a moment. Either the agents really didn't know or they were testing her to see if she would give them the same answer as Pete had given them. She had no way of knowing what Pete had told them though, so she decided to just keep her mouth shut.

"Ms. Wells? I thought we came to an agreement that you would answer our questions?" Rossi asked.

"I believe I'm not at liberty to discuss how we met," Helena took a chance and said. From the look of disappointment on Prentiss' face, Helena could tell that what she said was near the answer Pete had given them.

"Okay, fair enough," Rossi said. "Ms. Wells, how well do you know Claudia Donovan?"

"I'm acquainted with her. Why?"

"You saved her life," Prentiss pointed out.

How the hell did they know about that? Helena thought.

"I just happened to be the only one who knew what to do..." she replied.

"Okay," Rossi said. "Do you know how... Technically gifted she is with computers?"

Helena stared blankly at Rossi for a few moments. "I apologize. I don't understand your question."

"Is she a hacker?" Prentiss snapped.

"I don't know," Helena snapped back at Prentiss. Helena knew very well that Claudia was a very gifted hacker. MacPherson had filled her in on all the important things about the current warehouse agents before she had killed him. She had to keep the BAU away from the warehouse though so they could find the artifact. "I don't think she's that good. I mean really, she's only, what? Twenty years old? How would a girl her age even have the training to be a hacker?"

Prentiss sighed and started pacing around the small room. She seemed to be much more irritable than she was this morning.

"Why does that even matter?" Helena asked. She got no response from either agents and made the assumption that Claudia had hacked something, or that they got hacked and had no other suspect in mind. "Right, well are those all the questions you have for me?"

"We were also hoping that you could clear something up for us," Rossi replied.

"And what would that be now?"

"Agent Lattimer said something that makes absolutely no sense to us," Prentiss started. She was now pacing behind Helena, so she had to watch Prentiss in the window to see her. "Can you tell us what it means to be bronzed for one hundred and ten years?"

Bloody hell! Pete is a complete idiot! Helena remained calm, that was the only way for her to get through this. She was going to murder Pete once she got out, that is if someone else hasn't already beaten her to it.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said and shook her head.

"You took longer to answer the question," Rossi stated."Why is that?"

"Because I was trying of make sense of the question," Helena lied.

"So you really don't know?" Prentiss came around and stood next to Rossi. "Because I find that very hard to believe. Just like the rest of your story."

They were interrupted by Agent Hotchner opening the door. "Rossi, could I talk to you for a minute?" he asked.

Rossi nodded, got up and went out into the observation room with Hotchner.

Prentiss let her question drop and turned to the window. She stared at it for a moment then Helena heard her curse under her breath.

"Are you alright Agent Prentiss?" Helena asked her.

"I'm fine. Why do you ask?" Prentiss questioned suspiciously.

Helena shrugged in response.

Rossi and Hotch came back into the room and Rossi uncuffed Helena from the table.

"Ms. Wells you're free to go," Hotch informed her.

"Really?" Helena glanced from Hotch to Rossi, who both nodded. "And why is that?"

"We got an order from the higher ups," Hotch said and motioned to the door.

Mrs. Fredrick had silently entered the room without anyone noticing. She was standing next to Prentiss and it looked like Prentiss didn't even know she was standing there.

"Ms. Wells," Mrs. Fredrick addressed her. "How nice to see you again."

At the sound of a voice to her left, Prentiss literally jumped a good two feet to her right.

"Mrs. Fredrick, what a lovely surprised," Helena said with a fake smile.

"I should hope so," Mrs. Fredrick replied. "Now if you'd please come with me." Mrs. Fredrick turned and left the room. Helena trailed close behind her.

Helena was quite shocked; she wasn't expecting Mrs. Fredrick -let alone- anyone to bail her out. They both walked out the police station, leaving the confused FBI agents behind them and into Mrs. Fredrick's waiting car.

Emily pulled her hair into a loose pony tail and sat down heavily on a chair. The rest of her team was in the break room looking for lunch so she allowed herself to drop the mask she had been wearing since she got back. Emily was definitely over-compensating for her time away and the worst part was that she knew she was doing it. She just wanted things to be like they were before her 'death' but she knew that would never happen, so she was bound and determined to get it as close as possible. She propped her elbows up on the table in front of her and dropped her head into her hands. She was running on very little sleep, an empty stomach and bad coffee, something she could normally deal with but she was also getting a migraine. Almost the entire time they had been interviewing Wells she couldn't see out of her left eye and now the nausea was starting to kick in. Pretty soon her head would be pounding and the florescent lights and noise level in the police station certainly didn't help matters.

"Hey Em, you okay?" JJ said from her left.

Emily opened her eyes, straightened up and forced the bile back down her throat. "Yeah, I'm fine," she lied. "Just a little tired."

JJ looked at her wearily; Emily knew she wasn't convinced. "You sure about that? You look a little flushed," she remarked.

Emily cleared her throat and started drumming her fingers on the table. "Yeah," she replied and forced a smile.

JJ studied Emily for a long moment before glancing down at her dancing fingers.

"Claudia Donovan was doing that earlier. Why did we eliminate her from our list of possible suspects?" JJ asked a little too loudly for Emily's taste.

"What?" Emily asked confused and stared at her friend with a blank look. She hadn't been listening to a word JJ had said.

"Claudia was doing that when she was here earlier against her thighs," JJ explained. Emily continued to stare at her blankly.

"It looked like she was typing on a keyboard, and she did say she was a Technical Analyst," JJ continued.

"But Wells said that she doesn't have the skills to hack Garcia," Emily reminded JJ. She was hit by another wave of nausea and quickly looked down and closed her eyes.

"Were there no behavioral clues to say that Wells was lying? Because at this point, it wouldn't surprise me if she was," JJ replied. "Are you sure you're alright?" she asked again, the concern evident in her voice.

Emily swallowed hard and met her friend's worried blue eyes. "Yeah I'm just not feeling too good. It'll pass," she said with a wave of her hand. "Wells is one damn good liar because I didn't notice anything. Rossi might have, he was closer to her than I was. Although if she really is crazy then it will be hard to tell when she's lying and when she's not. I will say that there's definitely something off about that whole group and they're hiding something. So maybe it was Donovan who hacked Garcia."

"Okay. I'm going to go ask Rossi then tell Hotch our theory," JJ said and with that was gone back to the break room.

Emily took the opportunity to quickly make her way to the restroom. She locked herself in the stall furthest from the entrance and leaned her forehead against the cool metal of the door. She didn't care about how unsanitary that might have been, just as long as she had a moment of peace. The bile rose again in her stomach and this time she didn't push it back down. She turned around and emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet before her. After flushing the toilet, she sat down and leaned against the wall, enjoying the feeling that came right after the nausea but before the headache began. She felt fine but she knew the feeling would soon pass.

Emily had no idea how long she had been sitting there like that before JJ came in looking for her. It was probably only a matter of minutes but to Emily it felt like hours. JJ knocked on the stall door.

"Emily? You in there?" she asked softly.

"Yeah, just give me a second," Emily replied.

Emily stood up slowly, hoping to prevent getting dizzy but still she felt herself sway as she reached for the lock. She opened the door and was face to face with JJ.

"What's wrong?" JJ asked her. "And don't just say you're fine, because you're not."

"JJ," Emily warned feebly and brushed past her to the sink. Emily washed her hands and face all the while avoiding the gaze of her worried friend.

"Emily," JJ began."You're not Wonder Woman, you can take some time off if you need to. Especially if you're sick, Hotch would understand."

"I have a migraine," she confessed. "I'll take some ibuprofen and be fine in an hour or so."

JJ shook her head. "Em, you look terrible. You need to go get some sleep."

Emily tried to protest but JJ put up a hand to stop her. "I'm going to get Hotch to drive you back to the Bed & Breakfast. You're going to get some sleep then hopefully some food and come back ready solve this case."

"No, really I'm-"

JJ gave Emily a look that not only scared the hell out of her but also told her to stop talking. It was probably a look she gave Henry which was why she was so good at it. Emily sighed in defeat and followed JJ back out to the bullpen.

Emily watched as Hotch and JJ conversed, occasionally glancing her way. Hotch nodded and made his way over to Emily.

"Do you need to take anything back with you?" Hotch asked. "Aside from case files because you're not bringing any with you," he added as an afterthought.

Once again Emily tried to protest but Hotch stopped her. "Prentiss, you're running yourself into the ground; you need some rest. If you bring them back to the Bed & Breakfast with you then you won't get any rest at all."

"Fine," Emily grumbled. She knew he had a point; it just bugged her that he knew she would do that.

"Alright, let's go," he said, leading her out the doors.

The two got into the SUV in silence. Hotch turned on the radio, Emily cringed and quickly turned it off.

"Oh sorry," he said. "How's your head?"

"Not too bad," she lied.

"Prentiss?" Hotch questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Emily sighed.

Since when did he become so good at knowing when I'm lying?

He's a profiler you dumb ass, of course he can tell.

Well clearly he's gone against the rule of not profiling team members.

Emily's thoughts were interrupted by Hotch. "Prentiss? Are you okay?" he asked. She could hear the concern in his voice.

"Yeah it just feels like a herd of elephants are tap dancing in my head," she replied with a weak chuckle.

Hotch remained silent for a few seconds. "If you want to take the day and just stay in your room-"

"I'll be fine in an hour or so," Emily cut him off. There was a little more edge in her voice than she intended.

"If you're having a bad day, you can tell me. I won't think any less of you." He glanced in her direction.

"Thanks Hotch," Emily said reluctantly in a small voice. "I know."

They arrived at their destination and Hotch turned off the SUV.

"Do you want me to come in with out?" he asked tentatively.

"No thank you. I'll be fine," Emily replied and got out of the vehicle.

Emily opened the door to Leena's Bed & Breakfast and was met by the sound of a man and a woman fighting upstairs. Her head was pounding too hard for her to distinguish who they were or what they were saying. She decided to head for the kitchen in an attempt to find the owner, Leena, and see if she had any ibuprofen.

Upon entering the kitchen, Emily found that Leena wasn't there. She didn't want to start rifling through the cupboards, so she tried to remember if she had anything she could take in her go-bag. Emily's thinking, mixed with the yelling from upstairs simply made her migraine worse though and she couldn't concentrate on anything. Emily leaned on the counter that sat in the middle of the kitchen for a moment in an attempt to subdue the vertigo that had decided to join the party.

After a minute or so, Emily felt good enough to make it up the stairs. She stood back up, turned around and almost jumped out of her skin when she saw that Leena was standing behind her.

How long has she been standing there? Emily thought. She never even heard her come into the room.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Leena said sweetly.

"Oh, no it's okay. I was in here looking for you actually," Emily replied with a weak smile.

"I know," Leena said with almost no expression on her face.

"Alright." Emily was growing uneasy and it had everything to do with the way Leena was looking at her.

"You need me to get you something?" Leena asked, reminding Emily of the reason she was standing in the kitchen in the first place.

"Right," Emily said and shook her head. "Do you have any ibuprofen or something?"

"Of course," Leena replied calmly and walked over to a cabinet.

Emily couldn't understand how this woman could be so calm while there was a couple arguing upstairs. Yes, it would have been a little rude for Emily to go and ask them to stop, but coming from the owner? Not so much.

Leena handed Emily the bottle of ibuprofen followed by a bottle of water.

"Oh, I don't need the whole bottle." Emily tried to hand the bottle back to Leena after taking out two pills but Leena wouldn't have it.

"You don't now, but you will," Leena replied.

Emily narrowed her eyes and Leena. She had no idea what Leena was talking about or what she was implying; Emily just knew that her head hurt too much to figure it out.

"And with that odd comment, I'll be going upstairs," Emily said, grabbed her water off the counter and turned to go.

Emily reached the doorway to the hall when Leena's voice stopped her.

"Your shadows will follow you, no matter where you go or how fast you run."

The bed & breakfast suddenly went quiet, eerily quiet. The couple had finally stopped arguing and you could now hear every tick of the clock, the groans and cracks of the house.

Emily slowly turned back to Leena and saw that Leena was looking at her like she was a bug under a microscope.

What the hell is that supposed to mean? Emily wanted to say to her, but being the polite woman her mother hired other people to raise she said, "Excuse me?"

But Leena never replied; she looked at Emily with that same calm, creepy look, turned and left out the other door that Emily wasn't blocking.

Who is she to judge how I live my life? She doesn't even know me!

Well she seems to know you a lot better than you know yourself right now.

Really? Even my voice of reason is conspiring against me now.

Emily's head resumed its throbbing and reminded her as to why she was even at the bed & breakfast in the first place. She made her way down the hall and up the stairs to her room. When she reached her door she found that the arguing couple were no longer on the landing and it was still silent. Emily quickly entered her room, pulled off her shoes and jacket, closed the blinds and sat on the bed.

She finally took the medication knowing that she would be feeling like herself in a few short hours. Emily set the alarm on her phone to wake her up at two pm, and then she curled up under the covers and waited for sleep to claim her.

A/N: I know, I suck for taking so long to update this. My plan to update once a week crashed and burned as you may have noticed. So now I'm just going to update whenever I can. I'm extremely busy the rest of April so I probably won't update again until May, sorry. You can always check my profile page for my story statuses and when I plan to update.
Anyway, I hope you liked the chapter. The second half of this one was more of a character-centric chapter because I didn't have the brain power or energy to put more of the case in. Chapter nine will definitely be more about the artifact so it should be interesting. If you guys have any ideas on what should happen next I'd love to hear them :)