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"There are no secrets better kept than the secrets that everybody guesses." - George Bernard Shaw.

Korra's POV

I sighed as I wrapped an arm around Mako. We had been dating for six months. We were in his car, the seats leaned back, just hanging out. It was our day off and I loved spending it with him. We'd gone out for a run and then we'd had the rest of the day to ourselves. Usually we planned our outings but today we had just decided to hang out and so far it was going pretty well. My head was nuzzled against his shoulder and he gently rubbed my back, causing me to sigh.

"Did you fall asleep?" he asked when I stopped moving around.

"Not yet," I muttered with a yawn.

He chuckled, kissing my temple. I smiled, looking up at him before giving him a chaste kiss. I had to admit that lowering my defenses around him had been easier than I'd thought, though some body contact still bothered me. I loved being close to him. He made feel...

"I love you," he whispered when I pulled away.

I smiled again, leaning up to kiss him when my phone rang. I felt him try to reach for it but I shook my head, cupping his cheek. Whoever it was could wait as far as I was concerned.

"Korra," Hotch muttered against my lips.

I sighed irritably before answering the phone. It was Lin. Leave it to a Bei Fong to ruin the moment. However, as she continued to explain the nature of her call I had to admit I was glad I answered. I hung up and looked over at Mako, gently combing my hand through his hair before his phone rang.

"It's Lin," I told him. "I got the approval for the case I wanted to work."

He raised a brow. "What case?"

"The one of the girl Asami and I found when we were kids. I've been having dreams of her and I want to know what happened to her."

"Unalaq murdered her," he answered. "What else do you want to know?"

"Why he did it."

Mako sighed and shook his head before answering his phone as well. Twenty minutes later we were back at headquarters for a short briefing. We walked out of the car and he tried to hold my hand but I shook my head. I could see the irritation on his face as he opened the door for me. We still hadn't told the team about us and I had told him I would but...I hadn't gotten around to it. It was none of their business.

"Were you two together when we called?" Rossi asked noticing us coming in together.

I shook my head. "My car is at the shop." Technically not a lie. "So I asked him to pick me up."

The elder looked at me for a long time before shrugging his shoulders but I could feel Hotch starring at me. I tried not to let it bother me as we went over what we knew about the girl. She was around twelve. When she was murdered. She had been tortured and no one had claimed her. Once everyone was up to date we got up left but I stayed behind knowing Mako wanted to talk to me.

"Why did you lie to Rossi?" he asked.

"I didn't technically," I answered. He didn't laugh an I sighed, crossing my arms. "It's none of their business."

"What do you tell Asami when she asks you to go?"

"I don't tell her anything." He shook his head and I bit my lip. "If Asami knew then everyone would know, Mako."

"And what's the problem?" He was getting frustrated.

"In this team, everyone knows everything about everyone. There is no privacy." I paused. "I want to keep us away from here, okay?"

"Well then we should probably go. We wouldn't want the team to think there's something between us, would we?" Mako answered, grabbing his keys.

"Hey, wait," I protested, grabbing his arm. "Please don't do this, okay?"

"You do realize that eventually they're going to see us together somewhere, right?"

"There are always ways of explaining that."

Hotch scoffed. "I'm taking you home."

I huffed in frustration. Well played, Korra.

Zuko's POV

Hotch and I had come up empty handed from Republic City's police station. Saikhan had never been the sharpest tool in the shed per se and it didn't help that the murder was committed fourteen years ago. Hotch had called Iroh for an update but he and the Sato tech weren't fairing much better. There were too many missing kids at the time and we didn't exactly have an accurate description of her. The girl's hair had been dyed and probably cut plus she was so dehydrated that we didn't even know what she'd looked like before her captivity.

I suggested to our team leader that since Korra was the one that remembered the girl, and claimed she had been kept in her uncle's basement, she might want to talk to her cousin about letting us look. He agreed and called Lin instead, asking her to pass on the message. I raised a brow. For the last couple of months Hotch and Korra had been getting along pretty well and now he wouldn't speak to her? Odd.

"Asami, you seriously have nothing to give me?" he asked as he put one of the techs on speaker.

A frustrated growl was the answer. "We're trying," she snapped. "But do you have any idea how many missing kids there are? And some of them are runaways and never get reported."

"What would you need for a more accurate search?" I questioned.

"More demographics," Iroh replied. "Her age, nationality, an accurate description."

"Would you like her home address with that?"

"Well that would be-Hey!"

I chuckled. "We're going to coordinate with Korra, but it looks like as far as today goes, we didn't get much. See you back at headquarters."

Lin's POV

After a quick briefing we were sent out to investigate the case Korra had brought up. My mother hadn't been all that happy that our attention was going to a cold case that would probably never be solved, but since there weren't any urgent cases and it wasn't going to affect our budget she let it slide. Hotch and Rossi were going to go and talk to Saikhan, the responding officer, and see what they could get off him while Asami and Iroh tried to look through all the missing kids files and see if they could find a match. The kid and I, on the other hand, were to go see the coroner that examined the girl's body after having her exhumed. He hadn't been very happy about it but seeing as it was his job and a federal investigation, he had no choice.

"What was the cause of death?" the kid asked as she examined the file.

"She was stabbed in the chest seven times."

"Were there any distinct marking we could track her by?" I questioned. "Plaques, dental records, birth marks?"

"I worked this case when Saikhan brought her in fourteen years ago," the man answered. "She didn't have anything then, and there's nothing different now."

"Except that there are a lot more technological advances."

He sighed and looked over at the younger agent. "She was severely dehydrated, bruised up, bloody." The man paused, shaking his head. "I think she's suffered enough, just put her back in her grave."

Korra nodded her head. "I intend to. Once I know who she is. Her family deserves to know what happened to her."

Eska's POV

It was early the next morning when I received a call from my younger cousin. For the past couple of months we would meet during her lunch or whenever time allowed. She was so different from when we were teenagers. Korra had been quiet when we were younger, but incredibly smart, that still hadn't changed. She seemed more social and I could see she even enjoyed spending time with Desna and I. However, the nature of her call this time was more work related. She wanted to come over with one of the agents to ask a few questions and I agreed, asking my brother to go ahead and start the meeting at the Northern Tribe Embassy without me.

"Korra," I greeted when she arrived, giving her a hug. She returned the embrace, smiling at me and I greeted the older agent that was with her. "It's been a while since you've visited."

"I know," she answered, sounding apologetic. "I've just been busy and now I'm working this case. The Jane Doe that led to your father's arrest?"

I nodded before tilting my head. "You think I can help you?"

"Agent Morgan thinks she might have seen the girl here in the house," the older agent, Rossi, explained. "We just want to take a look around."

"Where do you think you saw her?"

My younger cousin bit her lip. "It's, uh, sort of like a memory," she began. "I saw her in the basement. I know your dad never let us down there but do you know if I ever...?"

I took a deep breath. "Korra, some things aren't worth remembering."

"I need to know what happened to her. She's someone's daughter, someone's sister. They have a right to know. She deserves a name on her tombstone."

I released a long sigh. "The reason why Dad didn't like for us to go down there was because he took his…female companions," I began. "I saw them come in once but he didn't see me." She nodded her head, asking me to continue. "You-you started to go down there, a lot, and at first I thought he was beating you but you'd come back without a scratch. It wasn't until he caught you that I found out he didn't know and he dragged you into the room and he…"

Korra flinched, nodding her head quickly. "He broke two ribs. I remember that." My cousin looked at the older agent before looking at me. "Can we see the basement? Please?"

I led them through the house until we reached the back, opening the door that had been locked for years. Both agents pulled out a flashlight and Korra took my hand as we went down the steps. There were old toys of ours, bikes, board games, even boxes of what looked like clothes. I found the light switch and turned it on, the light flickering before lighting up the middle of the room. Agent Rossi looked through the boxeswhile I simply stood there in the center, trying not to get in the way when I saw my cousin stop were an old mattress was.

Both the agent and I approached her and I gasped as I noticed what she had seen. The mattress was full of blood, the walls filled with bloody hand prints and tally marks. It only took me a moment to realize what it was. Whoever had been kept here had been keeping record of how long she was being kept. My cousin started to wheeze and she took out her inhaler, giving a puff before I wrapped an arm around her as the other agents called for backup.

What else had my father done?

Korra's POV

This investigation was giving me more questions than answers. Eska had said I went down to the basement frequently until I was caught. If I did...why didn't I let the girl go? Why couldn't I remember any of it? Mako had come with Bei Fong to look at the crime scene and he'd tried comforting me but I pushed him away, looking at Rossi and Lin. He huffed in irritation before leaving and I sighed. I was definitely not helping my cause.

Based on the tally marks she had been kept in here at least six months. We still didn't know how accurate they were or if it was days she was counting, but I mean, what else could they be? After we finished documenting everything at the scene we went back to headquarters and slowly everyone called a day except me. The medical examiner had the girls age at twelve when she was killed...had Unalaq kept her there since she was younger? I sighed as I leaned against my chair. Why couldn't I remember what had went on in that basement?

After a couple of minutes I decided to call it a day and made my way out of the building, putting my jacket on in the process. I reached my car when I heard someone behind me and quickly turned around, hand reaching for my gun only to see it was Hotch.

"You were going to leave without saying goodbye?"

I sighed. "I didn't know where you were."

He scoffed, shaking his head. "Did you even look?"

I hadn't. I had actually been keeping my distance from him. I didn't want to but he wanted us to take a step I just was t ready to.

Hotch chuckled dryly when I didn't answer. "Should I be worried?" he asked. Still, I didn't reply. "I mean, it doesn't take a profiler to see you have one foot out the door in this relationship."

"Mako, can we please not discuss this right now? And lower your voice, please."

"I don't care who hears us," he replied. "I want everyone to know how crazy I am about you. I don't have a problem with people knowing."

"Well I do," I answered. Why didn't he get it?

"Why?"

"I already told you, I want to keep us away from here. It's none of their business."

He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Did I do something that made you uncomfortable?"

"No."

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No."

"Are you seeing someone else?"

"No." How could I? I didn't want to see another guy. I had enough trouble just working with this relationship. If he would just understand...

"Do you want to see someone else?"

"No," I answered as I started to feel frustrated.

"Do you want to break up?" Hotch asked, reaching the end of the line as well.

"Of course not," I replied, trying to sound as convincing as possible. That was far from what I wanted to do.

"Then why don't you want to the team to know?" he asked again. "All I want is for our friends to know that we care about each other. That we're in love." And he said it with such sincerity, such pleading that I felt so terrible for not giving him this, for not wanting people to know.

I sighed, shaking my head. "Why is that so important to you?" I asked, already losing my patience.

Hotch scoffed. "Why?" He shook his head. "Have a good night, Korra."

"Mako, wait."

But he didn't turn. I kicked the tire of my car. Why did this have to be so hard?

Asami's POV

After reaching yet another dead end, Korra had decided to take matters into her own hands. She insisted that her subconscious was trying to tell her something but I wasn't sure about this. I didn't know why she had always been so obsessed with this case. See, since we'd found her, she'd felt this need, this obligation, to get her buried and then to visit her gravestone whenever she could. It just didn't make sense. But when she asked me to go see Tenzin with her, I couldn't exactly say no. I would support her in this and anything else she needed me for but I wanted to make sure she knew what she was doing.

"Korra, are you sure you want to do this?" I asked as I parked outside the therapist's building. "Some rocks don't need to be looked under."

Her cousin, Eska, had called me earlier today to try to get Korra to stop digging into her memories. It was a good thing she had forgotten what she had. The night that Unalaq had caught her had been the night before her twelfth birthday. We knew what had happened, what he'd took from her, but she didn't remember the details. Eska said he hadn't left her room until the next morning.

"My mind is sending me signals," she answered as we go out of the car. "I can't ignore them anymore."

"Mixed signals," I reminded her. "That's what the subconscious is about, you know that."

"Hello, how can I help you today?" the receptionist asked as we approached.

"I have an appointment with Tenzin."

The therapist came into view soon after and greeted us, ushering us inside his office. I could see that she was uncomfortable already and I knew how much she hated therapists but she was dead set on remembering what had happened to that girl. If only Iroh and I had come up with something...

"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice," Korra began.

"It sounded urgent. How can I help you?"

"I'm trying to recover memories from my childhood. I-I think I witnessed a murder, or something along those lines."

He hummed thoughtfully. "How long are we talking about?"

"Fourteen or fifteen years."

"Korra, memories from that age are difficult to interpret," Tenzin answered.

She nodded. "I'm aware of the limitations of hypnotherapy."

"Then you are aware of suggestion. If you've looked into this type of care, you may have a bias."

I titled my head. "Are you saying that what she remembers under hypnosis may not be real?" I asked.

"It's possible. With that being said, are you sure you want to go through with this?"

Korra nodded, resolute. "The memories are about my uncle and I, uh, would rather not remember but this is important."

"I'd like to sit in, if you don't mind," I added, squeezing her hand. "To make sure she knows she's safe."

Tenzin sighed and nodded, asking my little sister to lie down. She took a deep breath before doing as she was told. He asked her to hold his wrist with her left hand and instructed her that if she should feel any fear to squeeze before he started the hypnosis. I took my own calming breath. Here went nothing.

Korra's POV

I could feel my body relax as I listened to Tenzin's voice. But there was still this nagging fear of remembering in the back of my mind. What if I didn't help her? What if I could have done something? I pushed the thoughts away as he reminded me to relax, and I let my mind drift.

"Now, go back to the night," I hear him say. "You're at Unalaq's house, you're going down the stairs and into the basement..."

Clusters of images hit me full force, moving in and out of focus in one jumbled mess as I try to latch on. I try to relax and zero in on the memories. I can see the beginnings of my dream. I can feel the anxiety and suffocation of being alone in the dark. I reach for the light switch but trip and fall on my back. I groan as I sit up, noticing something wet underneath my hand. Then suddenly I'm not alone. I'm being yelled at and dragged away from the basement.

I'm trembling. "He's here."

"Who?"

"Unalaq."

I shake my head as I watch him throw me against the bed, viciously stripping me of my clothes. He's telling me about the fun we're about to have. How long he's been waiting for this opportunity. He takes of his shirt and...

"I don't want to be here."

"It's okay, Korra." Tenzin's voice. "Go back to the basement. What were you doing there?

I force myself to focus, but I'm not in the basement, I'm outside in the living room, watching the door. Unalaq had been going down there a lot. Sometimes he'd take some snacks with him, but not often. I hear the door open and I hide, knowing he'd be mad if he saw me. I wait for him to go outside and leave. No one's home. They've forgotten about me, as usual, but I don't mind. I like being alone.

I know I shouldn't, but curiosity is a powerful force. I wait a little before opening the door. It's dark and I steel myself and go get the flashlight from my room. I turn on the light when I reach the steps and see nothing really interesting until I hear a voice and it makes me jump before I fall on my rear. I see a kid, maybe my age, in front of me. My chest constricts and I take out my inhaler, giving it a few puffs.

"Are you a ghost?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "Is he here?" I shake my head and she sighs in relief. "You have any food?"

I don't and she seems disappointed. She's dirty, bruised and has cuts on her body, kind of like mine. The girl is chained to the wall on a stained mattress and there's the tally marks on the wall.

"I can get you some," I replied before getting up and going back up. I come back a few minutes later with a couple of sandwiches and a bottle of water, handing both to her. She eats it quickly, as if afraid it would disappear.

"Thank you," she says when she's done. "I was so hungry."

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Rebecca. Rebecca Jenkins. And yours?"

"Korra." She smiles at me and I return it. "Does he...does he hurt you too?"

She nods her head, lowering her gaze. "I hate him."

"Korra? What are you seeing?"

Tenzin's voice distracts me and I'm thrown back into the basement, right after I fell. I had been sneaking food to Rebecca whenever Unalaq was away. Everyone was asleep and I wanted to go talk to her. I turn on my flashlight, my hand shaking when I see red. But that's not all I see. Unalaq is on top of Rebecca, a knife in his hand and that's when he comes at me...

"Korra? What is it?"

He's pushing himself on me as I try to fight him off. I'm screaming, shaking my head, pleading for him to stop. I can feel him pressing down on me, his skin moving against mine, and I try to push him off to no avail.

"Korra?"

"Dammit, get her out of there!"

"You're going to be mine and no one else's."

"I'm going to count to three and you're going to leave that place." He's kissing my neck, biting my shoulder, causing a gasp of pain and surprise. "One."

One of his hands holds both of mine above my head, leaving me exposed, fear making me tremble just as much as the cold air against every inch of skin.

"Two."

His free hand is on my hip, sliding toward...

"Three."

Air filled my lungs in one big intake as I came back to reality. Asami was already holding me, telling me everything was okay. I'm shivering and shaking and quaking and trying to organize my thoughts, trying to separate myself from the memory. I shake my head as she ran her hand through my hair.

I got the answers I wanted, but not without digging up my own demon.

"Rebecca...Jenkins..." I said between pants, and I hardly recognize this quiet, squeak that leaves my mouth. "That's her name."

I receive no answer from Asami, and I doubt she actually cares for the information. Her arms are what's keeping me from collapsing, and she knows this.

Tonraq's POV

Korra had returned home, tired. She had gone straight to her room and laid down while Asami talked to us. The older girl informed us of what had happened, how Tenzin had helped her dig into her memories and then left her in hypnosis long enough for her to recall details that Korra had forgotten. My wife's anger had flared, growling about talking to Tenzin during her next session for exposing our daughter like that before stalking off to Korra's room. I shook my head, hands turning into fists. Asami informed me she'd be in touch and left to inform the team.

Not long after, Senna told me Korra had fallen asleep and asked if I could be with her while she cared for Henry. I nodded my head, taking my stack of paperwork and files into my daughters room. As soon as the door closed she shifted to look a me and I smiled, kissing the top of her head. I knew she hadn't been asleep, though by the way her eye lids drooped she wanted nothing more to sleep.

We didn't talk while I was there and after some time she tried to take a nap as I planned the schedule for the rookies I was training. Asami returned to pick up Henry and ask for an update. Mako even called and asked how Korra was doing, and I reassured him she was okay, and was getting some work done, looking at a file. My wife wanted to be with her, but I assured her she was okay and I wanted to spend time with her alone. Of course, I knew the real reason behind Korra's preference. Unlike her mother, I wouldn't ask her to talk about what happened. Not because I didn't care, but because I knew if she wanted to, she would.

It was night time now and I watched as Korra kept checking her phone. I raised a brow. Something was up, and the fact Mako called the house instead of her made me wonder. Only a few minutes passed before she looked up at me.

"I can't sleep," she said quietly.

"I can turn off the light," I offered and she shook her head. "Want me to get your mom?"

"No it's not you, it's..." She sighed and shook her head. "It's nothing."

I put my paperwork down. "Doesn't seem like nothing," I commented as I gestured at the phone in her hand. "What's going on with you and Mako? You usually go to his house after work."

"We made a deal to not profile each other."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "I'm a parent, it comes with the package." Korra lowered her gaze. "What's wrong?"

"Mako and I had a fight yesterday," she finally admitted. "And I don't know if we're going to be okay."

I hummed in response before pulling her to me. She allowed it, nuzzling her head against my shoulder and I rubbed up and down her arm. So it was their first fight, and that one was always the hardest.

"What happened?" I asked.

She sighed. "He wants the team to know we're together and I don't want to. I mean, is none of their business."

"Are you sure that's it?"

Korra pulled away, looking at me. "What do you mean?"

"Sweetie, I think that you're afraid."

"Of what?"

I smiled at her. "If you make it official, if everyone knows, then it becomes real," I explained. "And I think you're scared of that."

Korra didn't answer, looking to be deep in thought. This was the first time I'd ever discussed her relationship though I was aware her mother and Asami advised her often. It hadn't come up but I understood her. She was scared, and it was natural for her to feel that way. Especially after what my brother did.

"He called to see how you were doing," I revealed after a moment, causing her to look up at me. "He cares about you, Korra."

She smiled and hugged me tightly before settling down on the bed, opening the file again, looking more relaxed. It was only a few minutes before her I saw her eyes shut and I carefully stood before covering her up. Naga hopped up on the bed and curled up next to her. I sighed and smiled. They were going to be just fine.

Senna's POV

I walked into Tenzin's office, feeling my anger bubbling just below the surface. A couple of days ago my daughter had come to him for assistance and he had taken advantage of the situation to find out about her past. I would not tolerate that. She had come home feeling and looking exhausted. Asami had told me that she'd nearly broke down and how reluctant Tenzin had been to pull her out of the hypnosis, telling her that Korra had said she wished to not be interrupted until she found the information she needed. But when she woke up in the middle of the night screaming I knew I would have to take matters into my own hands.

"How long have you been my therapist?" I asked as we started out session.

He leaned back against his seat, his fingers interlocked in his lap. "A long time."

"And what is it you always tell me? This is a safe place, I don't have to be afraid to tell you what's bothering me?" I asked. "And that you'll even wait until I'm ready?"

Tenzin nodded. "Yes."

"And yet, you took advantage of my daughter's vulnerable state, and decided you could use her request to sate your own curiosity."

My therapist lowered his gaze, but it only served to infuriate me more. How could he? "I -"

"I've trusted you for a very long time, Tenzin. But you ever do something that despicable to my daughter again..." I let the threat hang in the air between us and I could see him shift uncomfortably under my scrutinizing gaze.

He had seen me at my worst, seen what I was capable of. My daughter was everything to me, and I wouldn't let anyone hurt her. I was a mother, and a mother does everything and anything for her child. I meant what I said. If he ever tried something like that again...I wouldn't be held responsible for what happened to him.

Korra's POV

My talk with Dad kind of reinforced what I already knew. I was scared of being with someone, to announce it to our friends because if it didn't work out...we'd get hurt, and I didn't want that. I sighed as I got out of the car. I couldn't think about that right now. Not now that I had gotten the answers I had been looking for.

Rebecca Jenkins, that had been her name. Asami found out she had been missing for eight months before she was murdered. There was no family to notify. Her father had committed suicide six months after her disappearance, leaving a note behind, saying how he should have been a better father, shouldn't have left her to walk back home alone. Her mother had died a year before her disappearance. There was no one to claim her.

So I did what I had done so many years ago. I arranged a small funeral service for her and asked everyone at headquarters to come. I took a deep breath as I stared at the engraving on her tombstone: Rebecca Jenkins 'For you and all the lost children. You are all loved and missed.' Almost everyone had brought a rose and I watched as Hotch put his down, looking over at me and giving me a nod before going on his way.

"You should go after him," Asami said as she stood next to me.

"Hmm?" I hummed, looking up at her, noticing the knowing gleam in her eyes.

"Go."

My feet moved before I could even register what I was doing, calling out for Hotch. He stopped and turned to look at me just as I reached him. I tried to figure out what to say.

"It's not that I didn't want them to know," I began. "I don care about that, it's just..." I sighed. "I didn't want to tell anyone because the minute I do it becomes real and people get hurt." I looked up at him. "I always run from that because I don't want to get hurt but...I don't want to run anymore. Not from you."

Hotch smiled at that before leaning forward for a kiss. I reciprocated the action, my arms wrapping around his neck. I heard Iroh whistle and I pulled back, my cheeks red with embarrassment at the little show. Mako chuckled, kissing my temple and I smiled as I wrapped my arms around him. I was done running.

Asami's POV

I couldn't help but smile as I watched Hotch and Korra together, holding hands and looking as if they were in their own little bubble. Of course I had known for months that they had been seeing each other. It started by them going to runs together but I could see Korra grow more comfortable with him and talk about him more often. Then there was the excuses she'd make on the weekends to not be able to come over or only coming to see Henry for a little while before leaving. So I might have hacked their phones and found out that they really were an item. Not that I was the only one.

"Well finally," Rossi commented.

I nodded. "I thought she was never going to admit it."

"Hasn't it been almost eight months?" Iroh asked.

"Something like that," Lin agreed.

I smiled. As I said, I hadn't been the only one.

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage." Lao Tzu