"There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance." Gilbert Parker.

Korra's POV

"One, two, three…"

I kept repeating those words as I pressed on the teen's chest but I wasn't getting a response. One, two, three. Nothing. Still nothing. She couldn't slip away. I couldn't let her die. Not now that she had been so close to being free, to getting out of this nightmare. My hands continued to press against her chest as I continued CPR. I wouldn't let her die.

"One, two, three, four, five…"

Mako didn't say anything as he stayed next to me while I continued to press. I knew what he was thinking, what everyone was thinking. She was gone, but I wouldn't let her give up. I hadn't given up yet.

"There's no pulse," someone said.

I shook my head. No. She wasn't gone.

"Come on, breathe," I said as I continued my chest compressions. "I'm not losing you!" I pumped her chest again. "Breathe!"

Please…breathe…

Mako's POV

I grabbed the files Toph had told me about over the phone and headed over to the conference room. It had been quite the weekend for me, having had attended two of my son's soccer games. Jack was four years old and was competing in the peewee league. They were a little rough around the edges but it gave the kids something to do, somewhere to get rid of some energy. I visited him every weekend, as Jessica, my late wife's sister, and I had agreed. At first the arrangement had been temporary while I got everything ready to take him home but seeing as I had a full time job…Jack needed someone to be there for him and I was afraid that I wouldn't be.

"Long weekend?" Zuko asked.

I sighed and nodded. "Went to two of Jack's soccer games."

"Did they win?"

"We, uh, don't keep score in Jack's age group."

The elder agent chuckled, shaking his head. "That bad?"

"Yep," I replied as we entered the room. I handed over the case files before speaking. "An unidentified young woman was found down a cliff on the outside of a village in the Northern Water Tribe," I began. "She was found by group of fishermen and is currently in intensive care."

"This girl survived this?" the youngest member of the team asked as she looked through the medical file and pictures, her jaw clenching slightly.

I nodded.

"No one from her age is missing from the main city or neighboring villages?" our techie asked.

"No."

"So then why are we being called in?"

"Three years ago in the Makapu Village there was a torso of a girl found whose body sustained similar injuries, she was never identified."

"This girl was r*** repeatedly, tortured and based on her wounds wasn't held for very long," Korra noted. "He's a sadist who gets bored with his victims very quickly."

"And you're thinking both victims are connected and our guy started in Makapu and then left to the North Pole?" Lin questioned, looking at me.

"The Village is located close to bay. We may be looking at someone who often travels from there to the Northern Tribe. So we'll start our investigation there. Asami-"

"Already on it."

"Look for anyone with sexual offenses around the Makapu village."

"So far there's one guy, he was a arrested for fondling his girlfriends six year old son," she answered as she typed into her laptop.

I shook my head. "More recent."

"Mark was busted in 2009 for flashing a girl."

"That doesn't say sexual sadist," Zuko commented.

"Right," Asami replied as she typed more information. "What about…ew. Marcus Talbout, he was arrested for pepping through holes in the wall in the girl's restroom five years ago."

"What does he do now?" Bei Fong asked.

She made a disgusted noise. "Really?" she asked, mostly to herself. "People do not do their research! He's currently teaching in Makapu Village as an art instructor."

"We'll start by interrogating him then," I answered. "Go home, get your travel bags and we'll meet at the airport in an hour."

"Travel bags?" Korra asked.

I sighed. This was the first case away from home. "Sometimes our cases require us to travel," I explained. "When they do we pack a bag of clothes and we stay a couple of days."

"A couple of days?" I could understand her hesitancy, her mother had schizophrenia and needed someone to watch her. "I'm going to have to ask Yagoda if she'll be able to stay for a couple of days."

"I can help out in Makapu and then head back home," Asami offered. "I like staying at headquarters anyway."

I looked over at Korra before nodding. "Okay. Reception isn't all that great in the North Pole so perhaps you are better off here. Meet you all in an hour."

Korra's POV

I couldn't help but feel nervous as we sat on the plane to Makapu Village. This would be the first time I would be away from my mom for more than a day since I'd returned to the city. I hated leaving her alone. We had been apart for so long… I shook my head. Asami was going to go back by the end of the day, she wouldn't be alone. I just hated that it wasn't me with her. My best friend must have sensed my unease because she squeezed my hand tightly, letting me know everything would be alright. I managed a nod.

Soon enough we landed and Hotch split us up like he usually did. Asami and I would go to the creep's house while he and Zuko would pick him up from the school. Bei Fong would meet with the authorities and get us set up. I couldn't help the anger that came over me as the pictures of the girl came to mind. She had been cut, raped, hit…it was all too familiar and I hated to imagine that there were others like Unalaq that did that to girls. Sometimes eidetic memory was more a curse than a gift.

Asami and I pulled out our weapons as we approached the house, she went in through the back and I took the front, ready to stop anyone who tried to run. If there was someone in there, they wouldn't get away, I'd make sure of it.

I knocked on the door before kicking it in and searching the rooms, hearing the other door open. Soon enough we cleared the place and I met up with Asami as we looked around. There was a door at the end of the hallway to the living room and I gestured to it, signaling her to be quiet before opening the door.

I frowned, putting my gun away as I went inside, realizing what it was: a dark room. The creep took pictures and judging by the ones he had hanging around they were all minors. I frowned, noticing something on the floor, getting out a pair of gloves before turning it over to see it was a university sweater, with the name 'Marcy' engraved. Asami's phone rang and she answered, greeting Rossi.

"Looks like we found our guy," she said. "We found a dark room with the photos of girls, don't look to be any older than sixteen."

"Photos?" I heard him ask. "How many are there?"

She looked around. "I'm thinking 30-40?"

"Fifty-four," I corrected as I continued to look around.

I almost heard her roll her eyes. "Excuse me. Fifty-four."

They exchanged a couple of words and I showed her the sweater. She looked it over, searching in her phone for missing persons when two images came up. Marcy was blonde and the other, Angela was a brunet. The girl we had found, however, had been blonde but looked nothing like Marcy. That's when it hit me.

"He dyed her hair," I told her.

"It's not unusual for the unsub to manipulate his victims to fit whatever it is he wants to relive."

"Unsub?"

"Unknown Subject."

I hummed thoughtfully before walking out of the room. "We should get back. I want to have a crack at this guy."

I'd make him tell me where Marcy was.

Mako's POV

I looked through the one way glass at our suspect, Marcus Talbout, watching as he nervously looked around. Not that I could blame him. Things weren't looking too good for him. Korra and Asami had found a dark room with pictures of underage girls and the youngest member of the team had found the jacket of the other missing girl in there as well. Just a few hours prior the parents of two teenage girls had reported them missing after a police officer found their abandoned car. The two girls had been on a trip for Spring Break. They never made it.

Korra stood next to me and I spared her a glance, observing how jaw flexed and her hands kept clenching and unclenching. I already knew what she was going to ask and based on her behavior I should probably say no.

"Let me ask him a few questions," she finally said.

"I don't think that's the best idea."

"Please," the youngest member persisted. "Just give me a few minutes with him."

I took in a deep breath before nodding my permission. I already knew this wouldn't end well.

Korra's POV

I walked inside the interrogation room to find myself with an old, skinny, bald guy with glasses. I could feel his nervousness, I could even see fear in his eyes but I didn't care. He was going to tell me where that missing girl was by the time I was through with him. Back in the South Pole, I had done most, if not all, the interrogations, always with someone to make sure I didn't get out of hand. But right now I didn't care if I snapped a little. I needed to show him that I wasn't playing games.

I threw a folder on the desk before showing him Marcy's picture. "Just your type, isn't she?"

The man didn't say anything for a moment, just closed his eyes and shook his head. Then he glanced down at the picture, putting his hands together. "I didn't hurt those girls," he said, his voice wavering. "I love kids."

I made disgusted noise in the back of my throat, putting the picture back inside with the others. It wasn't love, it was lust. I could still remember how Unalaq would tell me he cared about me; that he was going to make sure I had a good time but I always hated it. I hated every single moment he was with me. I hated when he stayed with me after he abused me, his hands roaming my body…

"I mean, I'm a teacher," Marcus tried. I didn't answer. He gulped before standing. "Speaking of which, I-I have another class in an hour."

"Oh yeah?" I challenged. "Well class is cancelled."

"Then I want my phone call."

My eyes narrowed and I started walking towards him until he hit the wall. "Phones are down."

He lowered his gaze. "What are you going to do to me?"

"What am I going to do to you?" I repeated. There were so many things that came to mind.

I slammed him against the wall and he let out a whimper. Pathetic. "You're going to tell me where those girls are or I'm going to-"

The door opened and I glanced over my shoulder to see Hotchner. He did not look happy. "A word, Agent Morgan."

I let out a deep breath before letting the sniveling excuse of a man drop onto the floor, taking the file and going outside. "What is it?"

"If Talbout has Marcy, then its critical the way we talk to him," he began.

I scoffed, crossing my arms. I didn't need him to tell me what to do. "I've broken tougher scumbags than this pervert," I answered.

"I'm sure you have," Mako replied. "But the Northern Tribe just contacted me, letting me know they found a burial site on the cliff, Angela presumingly jumped or was thrown off. It's no longer about just these two."

"So what are you trying to say?"

"I don't want you in there with the suspect anymore." My jaw clenched. "You've made this personal and I need him to cooperate. Go see if you can talk to Angela, take Asami with you."

I growled. Unbelievable.

Asami's POV

From the look of Korra's face, it was safe to say she was ticked. Mako had texted me, asking me to go to the hospital where the girl had been transported to from the North Pole. Her parents wanted to be close but her condition was very delicate so they had only managed to bring her to the village. I sighed as I watched my best friend look out the window, arms crossed. She was getting defensive and a part of me wanted to stay back and help keep her on point but…she was worried about her mother and I figured I could help her relax. I pulled out her inhaler and handed to her.

"I'm not going to be around," I told her, knowing the look she was giving me as I kept my eyes on the road. "And I know you don't carry one with you."

"I don't need it."

I pulled over off on the side of the road, giving her a look. "If you get stressed and you don't have this thing, everyone is going to find out you have asthma," I began, knowing that was exactly what she didn't want. "And you could die. Now your mom told me you use it at home whenever you have nightmares at night. Hide it, and use it if you need it."

Korra let out a long sigh before nodding and taking it from me. She wasn't happy about it, but I didn't care. I had promised her mom I'd watch over her whenever we went out on missions and I intended to keep that promise. We arrived at the hospital and the doctor greeted us before taking us to Angela's room. The girl was completely covered in bandages, all sorts of wires connected to her, her face entirely bruised. She wasn't looking good.

"What are her injuries?" I finally managed to ask.

"Her fall caused a C-4 spinal fracture, paralyzing her from the neck down," the doctor answered. "She has enormous amount of internal bleeding and her cuts had heavy levels of lead."

I nodded, watching as Korra went inside the room. She placed a hand over Angela's and I could see the pain in her eyes. Korra had made this personal because it reminded her of what she had gone through, of the nightmare she'd lived. And right now she was looking at what could have happened to her, what would have happened had she not escaped. I went inside the room, putting a hand on her shoulder, watching as the teen started to come to.

"Hi," my best friend greeted. "I'm Agent Korra Morgan from the F.B.I., can you talk?" The girl didn't reply and Korra tried again. "Can you tell me who did this to you?"

"He…hurt…," Angela managed to say.

"Who hurt?"

"He…he…he has...Marcy…"

"Who is he?"

Her eyes closed and the machines started beeping. I pulled Korra away as the doctor and nurses came in, trying to stablize her until she flat lined. I turned my best friend away from the scene, getting her out of the room as they tried to revive but I already knew it was too late.

She was gone.

Korra's POV

After we left the hospital, Hotch called us to let us know that the pervert had a solid alibi for when the two girls had disappeared. He also added that the shirt I had found had traces of lead and other toxins that were found on Angela but where not found anywhere else on his property. The evidence had been planted. Rossi had talked to him and Marcus revealed that he often had students and other adults inside his dark room since he was the only old school guy in town and agreed to give a list of everyone who had been in there. Three matches were connected to the North Pole and we were leaving in half an hour.

I said goodbye to Asami at the airport, asking her to give my mom a hug and to take good care of her, though I knew I didn't have to tell her that. My mom was like the mom she never got to meet and my mom saw her as the second child she'd never had.

Our flight was delayed and after three hours we finally arrived at the Northern Tribe. I pulled a parka over my head before following the team to our hotel. I had kept to myself for most of the ride, exchanging a few words with Zuko before pretending to be asleep with my iPod on.

I dropped my bag on the floor before pulling out my own laptop and dialing Asami on Skype. After two attempts she finally answered and by the look of her face she had probably been sleeping. I had forgotten all about the time difference.

"Hey 'Sami," I greeted, grinning.

"Just so you know, it's two in the morning over here," she answered, her voice thick, almost rasped.

I laughed. "Is my mom awake?" She didn't answer but moments later my mom was on the screen. I couldn't help the smile that appeared.

"Hey Momma."

"Hi baby," she answered, giving a small wave. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just a little cold."

"Asami had just fallen asleep when you called. I didn't know how to use her laptop so I had to wake her up."

"It took us a little longer than expected to get here," I told her. "It's barely past nine over here. How was therapy today?"

"Tenzin says I have been improving. I told him it was because I have my little girl with me."

I smiled. "I miss you, Ma."

"I miss you too, sweetie."

"I'll talk to you tomorrow," I replied just as someone knocked on my door. "Good night."

"Good night."

I closed my laptop before grabbing my gun and quietly creeping over to the door. Years of having a sadistic uncle come inside my room had left me on edge. I peeked through the hole to see it was only Hotch and I sighed in annoyance before putting my gun down and opening the door. What did he want?

"Can I help you?"

"Asami told me you were both there when Angela passed," our team leader began. "I already talked to her but I wanted to see how you were doing."

I crossed my arms, leaning against the door frame. "I'm fine."

He nodded his head. "Look, Korra, I know we've bumped heads a little. You're a great profiler and a great detective from what I have heard. I just want you to know that when I ask you to stop interviewing a suspect it isn't anything personal."

"I know," I replied quietly. "I'm sorry I lost in there. I just…something in me snapped."

"It's understandable. We all have the cases that make us snap," Mako answered. I nodded. "If you need anything I'm right across the hall. I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good night."

I smiled a little. "Good night."

Zuko's POV

For a federal agent I wasn't as loud and outspoken as others. I was more the kind that observed, waited, watched. And that gave me much insight inside crime scenes and my fellow team members. The first time I had seen Korra she had been a rambunctious toddler, barely able to sit on her own. I could still remember the her dimpled smile when she'd played with her father. She had been a daddy's girl right from the start. But then he had disappeared and she had ended up living with Unalaq and her mother was put in a mental institution. She had no memory, no recollection of how good of friends her father and I had been.

Now seeing her as a grown adult I couldn't help but notice how much like her father she was. She definitely had his eyes and smile, though that hardly ever made an appearence. I knew she had gone through a lot in her short twenty-five years. Sometimes, when she thought no one was looking, she'd wince and rub her side and I had to wonder what the cause was. She was quiet, reserved, but highly intelligent, anyone could see her potential of one day being leader of the team. Mako saw it too and I suspected that he took notice in her not only for her talent but because of something else.

"How many bodies have they found?" Hotchner asked.

"So far, three," I answered, watching as Lin came in, Korra a little behind her. I sighed. It looked like Korra still wanted nothing to do with the younger Bei Fong. "They found a shallow grave, it was empty."

"Think that was our victim's?" Lin asked.

"That could explain how she ended thrown off that cliff," the youngest team member answered, gesturing to the edge.

"Forensics think that these bodies may be up to ten years old. It's hard to say because the cold preserved the bodies so well."

"We found another one!" one of the forensics workers shouted.

"Asami needs to check missing cases up to ten years from now and cross reference them with those on the list who live here," Hotch said. "He's been doing this for a while."

Asami's POV

I had to admit. I may have been drifting off when Mako called. I sighed and opened my laptop before answering my phone. Korra's middle of the night call had woke me just as I'd started to fall into a deep sleep. If it wasn't for the fact that I saw her as the little sister I'd never had, I might have strangled her by now. But I knew she worried about her mom and I just wanted to give them both some peace of mind.

"Speak and be heard," I answered, rubbing my eyes and trying not to sound too disgruntled.

"Asami, has there been any missing persons reports filed of girl's that may fit Marcy's description?" he asked. "He seems to have a specific type."

I started to get to work, finding six girls that had been missing around the village and the North Pole. "Yep, six matches."

"From the three people you gave us, is there anyone that has been living here for more than ten years?"

"Two," I answered. "Robert Bremmer and Carl Wepse."

"Bremmer?" Zuko questioned. "His name comes up in the list Marcus gave us."

I typed in a few more things, coming up with his full profile. "Bremmer works with stain glass, which could explain the amount of lead found in Angela's wounds," I murmured. "He travels a lot to Makapu Village. He actually used to live there until he and his stepdaughter, Rose, moved to the North Pole."

"Does he still live with them?" Korra asked.

I shook my head even though I knew they couldn't see me. "Bremmer's wife was unstable, she was in and out of mental clinics, leaving him to care for Rose," I continued as I read through the articles. "He was accused of molesting her and every time his wife and stepdaughter tried to leave him, he'd go after them. As a final act of desperation and in a poor state of mind she drove the car off shore and into the icy water. They both drowned."

"So he's still in the North Pole?" Zuko questioned.

"Yep, and guess who looks like Rose," I replied as I sent them a picture. "Marcy."

"Send us his location," Mako asked before hanging up.

I sighed as I did what I was told, hoping they were in time to save that little girl.

Mako's POV

After Asami sent us a picture of Rose it all started to make sense. He had been trying to find a surrogate to fit his delusion and luckily, so far, Marcy had played along, buying her some time. I looked over at my companion and watched as she clenched and unclenched her hand. After finding out the suspect's location we had split up. I had taken Korra with me, knowing she wouldn't be able to stay behind while leaving Rossi and Beifong behind to set up a road block.

I pulled up to the house and unhitched my gun, watching as the younger agent did the same. I gestured to the back of the house and she nodded. Soon enough I kicked the door in, checking the front rooms and hearing Korra check the back rooms before going upstairs. I let out a frustrated sigh. He was gone and there was no sign of him having kept her there.

"Hotch!" I heard Korra yell.

I quickly went downstairs and gestured to a shed. I nodded my head and we approached, opening the door to find it empty as well, except I knew this is where he kept her. Female clothes were scattered around and there were chains everywhere. Korra walked over to the desk, looking around before showing me something.

"I know his endgame," she said as she headed back to the car.

The drawing was that of a blonde woman and a man, swimming. He was going to die with her this time. I quickly followed her, getting in the car before calling Zuko. "Rossi, you need to keep an eye on that roadblock," I told him when he answered. "He's going to want to drive off the road and into the water. We're on our way."

"Asami?" I heard the younger member say into her phone. "What kind of car is the suspect driving?" She nodded her head, thanking her before hanging up. "We're looking for a light blue Nissan KIX."

I nodded and made a turn, looking at the road block stop ahead. I spotted the car and I called Rossi and told him. They were just going to reach his car when he went to the side of the road, straight for the edge. I sped up, trying to catch up when the car disappeared. I hit the brakes just as we reached the edge before my passenger side door opened. I looked to the side and watched as Korra dove into the water.

"Korra!"

Korra's POV

I didn't think twice as I jumped off the small cliff and into the water below. For a moment I couldn't move, the freezing water made my skin feel like it was being pricked by a thousand sharp needles and it paralyzed me. But after a second, I forced myself to continue after the sinking car. It felt like an eternity when I finally reached it and I went to the passenger side to see air bubbles escape Marcy's mouth. I opened the door, taking off her seat-belt and pulling her out. I was going to start to swim when I felt a hand grip my foot. I struggled against it, trying to make him let go, but he was dead set on having the teen die with him, and anyone who got in the way.

Suddenly, two shots were fired and Bremmer finally let go of my leg, red blood flowing freely in the murky depths. I felt my lungs start to constrict and I knew I was running low on oxygen. I quickly grabbed the teen, swimming to the surface as fast as I could, taking in a large breath when I came up before shifting Marcy so that she could breathe as well. Hotch was beside me in an instant, helping me with the teen before heading to shore a good distance from where I had jumped off.

I helped him pull her up, noticing the blue of her lips. She wasn't breathing. I shook my head and started to apply CPR. She couldn't die. No, she wouldn't die.

"One, two, three…"

I kept repeating those words as I pressed on the teen's chest but I wasn't getting a response. One, two, three. Nothing. Still nothing. She couldn't slip away. I couldn't let her die. Not now that she had been so close to being free, to getting out of this nightmare. My hands continued to press against her chest as I continued CPR. I wouldn't let her die.

"One, two, three, four, five…"

Mako didn't say anything as he stayed next to me while I continued to press. I knew what he was thinking, what everyone was thinking. She was gone, but I wouldn't let her give up. I hadn't given up yet.

"There's no pulse," someone said.

I shook my head. No. She wasn't gone.

"Come on, breathe," I said as I continued my chest compressions. "I'm not losing you!" I pumped her chest again. "Breathe!"

Please…breathe…

"Come on!"

After another chest compression Marcy started to cough, water coming out of her mouth. I couldn't help but smile, my body sagging with relief as the paramedics wrapped a heating blanket around her before giving Mako and I each one. He placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled, giving me a nod, silently letting me know that I had made the right decision.

Soon after we found ourselves in a stretcher, on our way to the airport. I had insisted that it wasn't necessary but since Hotch and I had a mild case of hypothermia, the doctor said we were lucky to be going home as soon as we were, so with an annoyed and irritated sigh, I had let them bundle me up in blankets and put me on the damn stretcher. Once inside the plane, the paramedics laid us on the side seats, making sure we were warm.

"Well done, Agent Morgan," Zuko congratulated.

"Well done?" Lin asked, crossing her arms. "Her and Hotch are practically freezing to death."

"Don't exaggerate, Beifong," Mako answered before shuddering.

"How are you doing, kid," she questioned looking over at me.

"How's Marcy doing?" I asked.

"She has hypothermia, a concussion, bruises and cuts all over her body. But physically she'll be fine. Psychologically and emotionally…not sure." I nodded. "Aren't you a little cold?"

"Just a little," I replied. I was actually more than little but I wouldn't let them know that. "I'm fine."

The two elder team members nodded before taking their seats in our private jet. I looked to the side to see Mako trying to suppress his shaking and I couldn't help but smile at that. It was thanks to him that Marcy and I both made it out of the freezing water. Maybe he wasn't all that bad after all.

" Life is too precious, do not destroy it." Mother Teresa