A/N - Hey guys. I'll be staying with my sister and neice for a few days, out in the contry, where the internet is scant and very unreliable. So I thought that I would post this chapter, which should keep you going for a little while at least.

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So read, enjoy and review.

Oh and just so you know, the Navajo code is a real thing - Also known as Whispering Indian. Hitler hired the finest minds to try and figure out the code but failed. It remains one of the few advantages that America had in WWI and WWII.

Chapter Sixteen – When You're Lost

Olivia was on the sofa, watching Etta and Walter when Peter came into the room, a big smile on his face.

"Astrid found something."

Olivia moved quickly and headed back into the kitchen, where Astrid was making notes, a small frown on her face.

"I don't know how correct this is. There is not much information about this particular code. I guess they wanted to keep it quiet just in case."

"What is it?"

Astrid clicked a few buttons on her laptop.

"You said that Michael's father was a fan of World War Two right?"

"Yes."

"Well there were very few codes during that time. Basically it was split; Germany and everyone else. This particular code stood the test of time, being used in both world wars. It was known as the Navajo code. It was used becasue it was rare to find someone outside of the Indian society who actually understood it, whch made it perfect for the soldiers fighting."

"Can you translate it?"

"Most of it. I compared his father's letter to the message and it's a match. Here's the letter that his father wrote."

Astrid taped a few keys, bring up a copy of Michael's letter from his father.

"Lin Tkin Ma-as-tso-si Tkin Moashi Lin Wol-la-chee Dzeh Dibeh-yazzi

Tkin Dibeh Wol-la-chee Gloe-ih Than-zie Lin Tkin Dibeh Wol-la-chee Nesh-chee Be Tkin Than-zie Lin Ne-ash-jsn No-da-ih Klizzie Lin Thanzie Ne-ash-jsa Tsah-as-zih Ne-ash-jsn No-da-ih.

Tkin Klizzie-yazzie Nesh-chee Ne-ash-jsn Gloe-ih Than-zie Lin Wol-la-chee Than-zie Tsah-as-zih Ne-ash-jan No-da-ih Gloe-ih Tkin Dibeh-yazzi Dibeh-yazzi Dzeh Nesh-chee Tkele-cho-gi Ne-ash-jsn Tsah-as-zih Tkin Than-zie.

Dibeh-yazzi Ne-ash-jsn A-keh-di-glini Dzeh

Be Wol-la-chee Be"

"Now the written translation would be completely different from the spoken. The written is far longer and more complex."

"What does it say?"

"Roughly, this."

Michael,

I saw this and I thought of you. I know that you will enjoy it.

Love you,

Dad.

"That is a massive amount to translate for a couple of sentences."

Astrid shrugged.

"It's a little like Maori I guess. During the war, it was mostly done with slang or bullet points so obviously, it would be far more complex in terms of writing."

"Ok. So the huge amount of writing on my mirror was a small message?"

"Yes. And Michael was fast when he wrote it. Not surprising considering the practice he got through the letters. There are hundreds here."

"So what did it say?"

"Well, here's the message."

"Ne-ash-jsn Dibeh-yazzie Tkin A-keh-di-glini Tkin Wol-la-chee

Dibeh Lin Dzeh Lin Wol-la-chee Dibeh Gah Dzeh Be Lin Wol-la-chee Tkin Gah.

Tkin Klizzie-yazzi Nesh-chee Ne-ash-jsn Gloe-ih Lin Tkin Tkele-oho-gi No-da-ih Dibeh Than-zie Be Ne-ash-jsn Nesh-chee Than-zie Klizzie-yazzie Nesh-chee Ne-ash-jsn Gloe-ih Lin Ne-ash-jsn Gloe-ih.

Dibeh Lin Dzeh Klizzie-yazzie Nesh-chee Ne-ash-jsn Gloe-ih Dibeh Na-as-tso-si Dzeh.

Ma-e Tkin Nesh-chee Be Na-as-tso-si Dzeh."

Astrid pressed a few more keys on her laptop.

"And here's the translation."

Olivia,

She has red hair. I know her, I just don't remember how.

She knows my name.

Find me.

Olivia sighed.

"How did he write all of that so quickly? He must have only had a few minutes between the start of the commotion and the intruder coming to get him."

"I don't know how he did it but he did."

"Liv."

Olivia turned to Peter for the first time, watching his face.

"What do you see?"

"Red hair. Cassie could only say one word."

"Red."

"And we only have one suspect with red hair."

"Marion Chessler."

Olivia smiled, the first genuine one in the last few days.

"Astrid-"

"Find out everything about Marion Chessler outside of what we already know."

"Exactly."

It didn't take long for Olivia's impatience to get the better of her. She called Broyles and informed him of what they had discovered and with a quick kiss on Etta's cheek, Peter and Olivia were out the door. Olivia had her gun at the ready, the adrenaline pumping hard and fast in her veins, by the time they got to Marion Chessler's home. Only a few of the lights were on and Olivia took point, waiting for the other Agents to spread around before moving forward to the front door. She glanced at Peter, stepping back as he forced the door open with a sharp kick. She waited for the chorus of 'clears' before she finally took in her surroundings and discovered the motive that she had been so desperately trying to establish. She stood in the living room, moving in slow circles as she took in the baby paraphernalia that littered the wall, furniture and even the floors. All over the walls were pictures of a smiling baby, not much older than Etta, big blue eyes, a dusting of red hair and round, dimpled cheeks. Peter moved away from her heading down a narrow hallway. Olivia only snapped to her senses when she heard Peter's voice calling her through. When she found Peter, he was in an elaborate nursery, complete with crib, changing table and a myriad of stuffed animals.

Olivia picked up a toy that looked a lot like Etta's teddy bear, Henry.

"She lost her baby."

"And what? Takes kids to try and create another?"

"Perhaps. I kind of understand it."

Peter raised his head, frowning.

"What?"

"I want to get Michael back and all the other kids but I get it. She's going about it the wrong way but she's lost in her grief."

Peter moved closer to her, his hand on her wrist.

"Nothing justifies the hurt that she has caused. Who knows what state we are going to find those kids in?"

"I know."

Peter grasped her hand in his, passing another quick glance around the room.

"The kids aren't here and neither is she."

"We should try Trualific Sciences."

"That's what I was thinking. Come on."

Olivia placed the teddy bear careful back into its position before following Peter out of the nursery. When they got back into the living room, Agent Carter was standing near the front door, a small evidence bag in his hand.

"We found this in the kitchen."

He handed it to Olivia, who examined it closely.

"It's a balaclava."

Trualific Sciences was deathly quiet but Olivia could see Marion's office light from the parking lot. Olivia got her gun out, ensuring that she had another clip on her before getting out of the truck. They moved quietly through the building and down the hall to the front of Marion's office. Olivia could see her silhouette behind her desk. Olivia glanced at Peter before pushing the door open, finding her target instantly, gun pointed directly at Marion's chest. Unlike a normal person, Marion didn't flinch at the guns, merely frowned.

"How can I help you?"

Her reaction confused Olivia. Even she, a practised FBI agent, felt a sense of fear when a gun was pointed at her It was a natural reaction when you knew the damage a gun could do.

"Marion Chessler, you are under arrest for assault and kidnapping."

"I told you I know nothing."

Olivia narrowed her eyes and studied Marion's face more closely in the dim light and saw the muted outlines of bruising around her face.

"Peter."

"Yeah?"

"Her face."

Peter studied Marion for a moment.

"Kathleen said she got some shots in."

"Precisely."

Olivia moved closer.

"Marion, you need to come with us."

Marion sighed, closing the file that she had been working on.

"Fine. But I fail to understand what you are going to accomplish asking me the same questions over again."

Olivia re-holstered her gun, sliding her cuffs from the back of her belt. When Marion stood, Olivia pulled her hands roughly behind her back before shoving her hard into the wall.

"You broke into my home and took Michael Wainwright."

Marion chuckled slightly.

"You have a fabulous imagination."