A/N: Hello everyone! No this story is not over, there is still more to come! Please check our new story The High Seas om BG-13's profile and review! Also Silent Sound on mine. Enjoy! Shout out to the best co author ever, BG-13!

"We do not suffer from the shock of our trauma, but we make out of it just what suits our purposes." -Alfred Adler

Mako's POV

I smiled as I rubbed gentle circles on Korra's back. We had returned from our honeymoon three weeks ago and work had been brutal. My wife had her head on my chest, watching television as I drew up plans for the nursery. We had a spare room in our new home and now it was full of boxes that we hadn't packed or stuff we didn't want. I was planning to move everything to the garage soon to starting working on the room but I hadn't had time yet. Korra looked up at me, going my jaw a kiss as she started to unbutton my shirt. I chuckled at that, giving her a kiss and turning on my side.

"I've been thinking we could clear out the spare room this weekend," I began as she took off my shirt.

My wife hummed in response as she kissed me. I smiled and turned so that I was above her, my hand caressing her side as I raised her shirt. Korra laughed, squirming slightly and I joined her before kissing her neck. Soon enough our clothes were shed and my lips were on her once again. After a couple of rounds we both lay there, slightly out of breath. My wife wrapped an arm around me, snuggling closer under the blankets. I ran my hand up and down her back causing her to sigh.

"It should be light blue."

"Hmmm?"

"The nursery," I answered. "We can paint it baby blue. It's your favorite color and it goes with both genders."

"Oh."

I frowned. "Is something wrong?" I asked. "You don't seem too interested..."

Korra sighed, sitting up to put on her underwear and my t-shirt while I pulled on my boxers. She cupped my face in her hands, giving me a tender kiss before making me look at her.

"I just think we should wait to see if I even get pregnant," Korra replied. "Lets not get ahead of ourselves."

I sighed and nodded my head, wrapping my arms around her as she lay back down, her back against my chest. Her breathing slowly evened out and I gave her temple a kiss. I couldn't wait to expand our family.

Asami's POV

I washed my hands quickly but thoroughly, cursing under my breath as I realized I was running late. Again. The latest sicko I'd put down had given me a hell of a fight, causing me to waste a few more bullets than I'd planned to. I quickly poured bleach into the sink, scrubbing it to make sure there would be no traces of blood before grabbing my bloody clothes and tossing them into fire place. I bent over to grab my boots and stumbled, feeling dizzy and grabbing onto the couch to steady myself. After a moment the dizzy spell passed and I ran into my room, putting on the dark blue dress I had picked out earlier before calling Iroh and telling him I was a block away. I could hear his irritation and he had every right to be but...I just had things that I needed to take care of.

Korra waved at me as I approached and I smiled doing the same. We had decided to go on a double date last week but since work hadn't been cooperating we had to postpone. I gave Iroh a quick kiss and followed him inside the restaurant. My best friend talked about how happy and how fun their stay at Ember Island had been and I couldn't do anything but smile. She was just so... different. Korra was so much more talkative, comfortable being with Mako and she just had this gleam in her eye...

It hadn't been too long ago that I had been the only one she was even remotely comfortable with. Now look at her...

Too soon they decided to call it night, saying that they wanted to have a movie night with Jack and my husband and I thought we should do the same with Henry. We were on our way to my car when I stopped, feeling dizzy again. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my midsection and I made a strangled sound in the back of my throat. Iroh was immediately by my side, demanding to know what was wrong when I felt something trickle down my leg. I watched as Korra's eyes widened in horror and I looked down to find blood.

I don't remember what happened after that.

When I woke up again I was in a hospital gown and my best friend was in the chair next to me. She sat up when she noticed I was awake, placing a hand over mine. I looked around the room but didn't find my husband. I frowned. Where was he?

"What happened?" I asked. "Where's Iroh?"

There was a moment of silence, and Korra's brow was furrowed in a way that let me know she was trying to find the best way to say what she needed to. "Asami, did you know you were pregnant?" Korra replied quietly.

I furrowed my brow. Pregnant? I couldn't... But then all the signs hit me and I felt like an idiot for not realizing.

"I didn't," I finally admitted, berating myself internally. "Is the baby okay?"

My best friend's face saddened and I felt my heart drop. "I'm so sorry, Asami."

I shook my head, feeling a knot form in my throat. I wasn't going to cry. That would require having grown attached right? But the more I thought about it, the more it hurt. What kind of... I didn't even realize I was crying until I noticed Korra had got up on the bed and wrapped me in her arms, comforting me like I had done so many times in the past. It felt right. I was still in pain, and I still couldn't quite begin to process what had happened, but it felt a little more manageable with Korra by my side...if only for that moment.

Raava's POV

I smiled as Korra continued to tell me about her honeymoon. We'd had many sessions recently and she had improved so much since our first encounter. At first she had been hesitant to talk about her time with Unalaq, but slowly she'd began to open up. Some memories were still painful for the young agent and occasionally she would get a little emotional. Most of the time she would talk about her day. Korra was such a different person and I was so happy for her. Mako often told me how she was playful and loved his son, Jack. Recently the boy had even started to call her mom.

"Mako's hyped up about having a baby," Korra said. "He's talking about how to make the nursery-"

"What about you?" I asked.

The young agent blinked. "What?"

"Do you want to have a baby?"

Korra furrowed her brow thoughtfully. "I haven't given it much thought," she admitted. "Having a baby is something Mako wants."

"Is it what you want?" I inquired. "It seems to me like having a family is something Mako wants, not you."

"That's not true."

"Then why does it seem that you have no interest in having a baby. Why is it that Mako seems to be the only one excited?"

The brunette let out a long sigh. "My best friend, Asami just had a miscarriage," she whispered quietly. "She didn't know but was still devastated." Korra bit her lip. "I don't want to get attached to the idea of something that might never happen."

I nodded my head. She had a valid point. But something told me that despite her reasoning there was something else behind her disinterest. I didn't think that having a baby was something Korra was ready for. I just hoped I was wrong.

Korra's POV

I looked over our new case, The Piano Man. The unsub would use a date rape drug on his victims and bind them with piano wire and raped them before dumping them at their house. The women would wake up disorientated and wondering how they'd gotten their permanent scar. Eight months ago, one of the women had been found dead and it was dismissed as a coincidence. But now seeing that yet another victim had gone missing we had been assigned the case. There was no one better than us to catch the animal. My head tilted to the side as I studied one of the images. Iroh and Asami were taking a few days off but had still helped put the case file together. The ex military man was on the phone, ready to work from home.

"Is that vomit?" I asked out loud.

"Yep, that would be the contents of Vanessa Campbell's stomach," Iroh replied.

I hummed thoughtfully as the rest of the team asked questions to themselves. Before the unsub had picked his victims from a restaurant or a bar but now he was going into their home. That was a risky move. Rossi wondered what he had to gained from this and all the meanwhile I studied the photos. There had to be something here...

"What's in the wine glass?"

"According to the police report, salt and water," Bei Fong replied.

"It's a homemade emetic."

"E-what?" Iroh asked.

"It's a quick and dirty cocktail meant to induce vomiting," Rossi explained.

"Vanessa Campbell and her husband moved from her neighborhood, set up an alarm and she even knew what to do if she was dosed again," I began. "And it still wasn't enough. That's what he gets out of it."

"Their fear," Mako agreed. "He wants them to know that no matter what, he can still get to them." I felt my stomach knot. "Pack your bags, we meet at the airport in an hour."

I stood and grabbed my inhaler before rushing into the bathroom, gagging over the sink. That's what Unalaq had done to me, that's what had got him off. The fear of not knowing when he would attack next.

Iroh's POV

I pinched the bridge of my nose I tried to find out more information on the victims and their whereabouts. For days I had been trying to keep my mind off things but I couldn't even look at my wife. We had lost a baby and she hadn't even known she was pregnant. For months now I had watched as she pulled away from my son and I, coming home at odd hours, staying in the study late into the night, always finding something to do. Whenever I asked she'd say she was helping people but never in what or how. Losing our baby had been the cherry on the top of this perfect shit storm.

Since we'd come back from the hospital, Asami had been spending all her time with Henry, cooking meals and trying to talk to me but I couldn't, not yet. I had considered going with the team on this case but knew it would be a slap in the face for my wife so I relented.

It was night time when I heard a knock on the door and I took a deep breath as I leaned back against the chair, watching as Asami set a tray of food on the desk.

"I thought you'd be hungry." I nodded my head in thanks and she crossed her arms, shifting her weight on one foot. "So are you ever going to talk to me?" Silence. "You're not being, fair-"

"You didn't know!" I finally snapped. "How could you not know? We'd been trying for months, and you didn't think of checking?"

"I had a lot of work going on," she defended.

I let out a humorless chuckle. "Right, your charity cases. But what about your son? What about your husband? We weren't important?"

Asami flinched, hurt showing in those emerald orbs I adored so much. "I was trying to help people." I didn't say anything to that. "I'm sorry Iroh. I'm so sorry. But it hurts me too. It was my baby too."

She began to sob and I sighed, standing up and wrapping my arms around her. Asami immediately burrowed her face against my shoulder and I rubbed her back, telling her to relax. I knew it hurt her, after all she had been the one carrying our baby. Gently I pulled away, wiping away her tears and giving her forehead a kiss before leading her to our room. I asked her to lay down and I covered her up, telling her that I would be in the study waiting for Hotch and the team. She nodded her head and I stayed with her until she fell asleep and went back to the study.

"Hey Big Brother, I need those skills of yours," Korra said.

"I can't tell you who deleted that playback list, but I can tell you exactly when the log was cleared," I replied typing into my computer. "7:43pm."

"Why erase a history of someone else's music?" she asked.

"Because he didn't erase someone else's music," I noted as I continued to dig into the playback devise. "At 7:36pm, he loaded an MP3 via USB drive, played it and promptly deleted it. He cleared the history so he could cover his tracks.

"The unsub brought his own music to the abduction?" Hotch asked.

"Yes, he did, and that is just sick man." I took a deep breath as I hacked the computer on the playback to see if I could replay whatever the bastard played. "Fortunately, whatever is downloaded to the home network, so the mystery song is...

I played the song and both agents listened as I did the same. Well that was a specific song. It was a no wonder why they called the unsub 'The Piano Man'.

"Turn it off," I heard someone say.

"Iroh, thanks for the information," our supervisor said. "We'll keep in touch."

I sighed and hung up. This was one weird case.

Lin's POV

I had decided to accompany the team to Omashu since none of our techs would be able to go. Asami was more skilled than Iroh as a profiler anyway and I didn't want the team to be an agent short. I had Rossi and Howl talk to the police captain and see if he could find anything out about the first victim while I interviewed five out of the eight women left that the raped had been victimized again. Hotch and Korra had gone to speak with Vanessa Campbell's husband to see if he could give us any information we didn't already have. As I interviewed these women I couldn't help but feel empathetic towards them. Many of the women had changed their names, took self-defense classes, moved neighborhoods and he still had gotten to them.

One thing I noticed was that after each interview the women asked to be allowed to smoke a cigaret. I frowned at this. Did they all smoke?

I excused myself and called Hotch, telling him to ask the latest victim's husband if she smoked. I got the confirmation and I sighed deeply. That's how he was drugging them. I told the women this and some of them began to panic and others cried.

I asked Howl and Rossi to keep them calm when my phone rang again. It was the youngest agent, informing me that the missing victim's playback had played a song before she was abducted. Now I had to find out if that too, like the cigarets, were linked to the case.

"Songs?" the woman asked.

"I know it's a strange question," I began. "But are there any that trigger an emotional outburst? A song that didn't bother you before the assault?"

The woman frowned before her face hardened. "Maybe I'm Amazed," she finally replied. "I used to love that song. Can I go now?"

I took a deep breath and nodded before calling the next woman in. When I was done I realized that each had a different song and that since the women were unconscious it was a mental torture he instilled within them.. The sicko played the song over and over again as he raped them. But why?

Howl's POV

I walked into the office the next morning to find that the police had found Vanessa Campbell's body. Korra was in the office looking at the photos as she drank her coffee and I looked around but didn't find our team leader. Did the newly weds have an argument already? She looked like she'd had a long night. I had to admit that I was beyond infuriated with the fact she actually married him but I also knew it was time for me to back off. She had made her choice and there was nothing else I could do. The entire team was invited to the wedding but I thought it would be best if I didn't go. I might not have been able to hold my tongue if I had.

"Where's Hotchner?" I asked as I sat down.

"At the hotel," she answered her attention on the photos. "Why are you here so early?"

I shrugged in response as I read the medical examiners report. "So she wasn't raped but piano wire was used and they found a piece of a surgical glove in her mouth?" I asked.

My former partner nodded her head. "I had Iroh look into all health care professionals with a latex allergy."

I tilted my head to the side. "Why?"

"The type of glove the M.E. recovered from Vanessa's mouth is used when there's an allergy to latex," she explained before her phone rang, putting it on speaker. "Tell me you found something, Big Brother."

"Well when I cross referenced the latex allergy with medical staff I came up empty," Iroh began. "None of them even went to the same hospital. But then I knew you'd be disappointed so I widened my search and found an orderly named Herman Scobie, who rotates shifts at three different hospitals."

"The same hospitals the victims visit?" I asked.

"Yes, and according to the hospital networks, he accessed their insurance months after the attacks."

"That's how he finds the victims a second time," Korra concluded. "Thank you, Iroh."

With that she got up just as Director Bei Fong and Hotchner walked in. Soon enough we were all geared up and ready to head to Scobie's address when one of the women that Bei Fong had been talking to walked in. She told us to go and we did.

I knocked down the front door spotting a man that took off and I yelled for them to get to the back. When I came out he was on the ground, Korra pointing a gun at his head. I took out a pair of handcuffs and put them on as I dragged him away.

Mako's POV

I walked in behind Korra into the interrogation room. Earlier I had asked her if she was okay seeing as she'd practically knocked the man to the ground. I had woken up to find her gone, a note on the bed saying she was in the office. All night she tossed and turned and I tried to get her to talk about what was bothering her but she simply asked me to go to sleep. We sat down and the suspect smirked and I saw him look my wife over. It took all my self control to not reach over the table and beat the crap out of him.

"Where's my lawyer?" he asked.

My wife scoffed, shaking her head. "We called him. I'm sure he's on his way to defend your-"

"Agent Morgan," I cut in before she could say anything. She let out an irritated sound. "Have you heard about The Piano Man investigation?"

Scobie shrugged. "A little."

"I'm going to fill you in on who he is. He was in the newspaper not too long ago."

"You think I'm him?"

"Maybe," I replied. "The way you treat your dates is similar to what this guy does to his victims. From the police reports, my understanding is that you like it rough."

"And you don't?" he asked, glancing over to Korra. "What about you? You seem like the type that likes it rough."

I couldn't help it and I grabbed the collar of his shirt. The bastard laughed as my wife asked me to calm down and I reluctantly let go off him. He sat back down, his eyes completely focused on her and I knew I had lost his attention.

"Do you stop when they ask you to?" she asked. "Or does that turn you on?"

He scoffed. "You think they're innocent?" Herman asked before he leaned close. "No one believes a slut that cries wolf."

And there it was.

The victim that had returned right before we left to get him had said those words to Bei Fong. It was the only thing that she remembered from that night. I stood up and Korra did the same.

"I'm going to quote you on that," I told him as he watched with a confused face.

Once I informed the Director about this she asked that we stay and help build the case against him since it would be difficult to prosecute him seeing as the majority of the victims were passed out. She instructed us to go back to his house and gather any evidence we could, specifically the music he owned since the song was part of his signature. Looked like he wasn't as smart as he thought.

Korra'a POV

I was trying my best to keep myself calm but Mako was not helping. He kept trying to get me to talk to him but I just couldn't. I knew I was being unreasonable I mean... Unalaq was dead. He was never going to hurt me again. But this case just kept bringing up memories that I wished I could forget. I could still remember when I had first gotten back after he killed me, how he'd sent Hotch a picture of me knowing I'd see it. He had liked it when I fought back and I hated it. I hadn't really gotten much sleep lately, the memories flooding my thoughts at night no matter how hard I tried to fight them off. I was married now, I was happy, we were happy. Why couldn't I move on?

"Evanescence, Linkin Park, and Nickleback," Rossi read out loud as he went through the CD's.

"That's the kind of music he's into?" Howl asked. "He doesn't even have any Rage Against the Machine."

I stopped what I was doing to look at my former partner. "How old were you when you started listening to that band?" I asked.

He frowned. "I don't know, when I was a teenager, why?"

"You know, fourteen is when we start to make out own musical choices," I began. "Our cognitive development evolves at that age, and we start to form our own cultural identity."

"We stop listening to the music that our parents put on, and we start listening to the music that our friends listen to," Hotch deducted.

I nodded. "And those musical experiences imprint on us. Our hormonal surges as teenagers may make the choices seem more personal and passionate," I continued to explain. "And later on in life, we might experiment with other musical selections, but no music impacts us a much as that which we listen at age fourteen."

Rossi hummed thoughtfully. "The music the victims mentioned is from the eighties, Herman Scobie is maybe thirty. He's too young to be the Piano Man."

I nodded. "We have the wrong guy."

The team quickly left the scene and we went back to Bei Fong, trying to figure out what the hell all of this meant. We knew Scobie was responsible for the second victimization but not the first. I looked over the list of the ten women that had been raped by the Piano Man and noticed something. There was one victim that had not shown up at all, Regina Lampert.

I asked Iroh to look into her and we found out she had left a bar with a man who was playing the piano. Neither had been seen since. Mako ordered us to gear up and we headed towards her address and arrived to shots being fired inside the house. Slowly and carefully we approached opening the door.

"I caught him! I caught him!" Regina cried. "This is the Piano Man!"

"No, I'm not!" the man replied holding his hands up. "This woman's crazy!"

"Regina, look at me," I began. "Put the gun down, please."

She shook her head, aiming the gun at the man. "I have waited five years for this."

"It's not him. We have the real Piano Man in custody."

"That's impossible. This is him."

"If you pull that trigger, you're going to kill an innocent man," I continued to lie.

She couldn't go down for this, not now that we were so close to putting him away. Slowly the woman lowered the gun and I took it away, placing cuffs on her when I saw that she had shot that piece of trash. She had caught him but because she harmed him now she was also going to jail. Bei Fong tried getting a statement from her when we arrived at the police station but she refused to speak with anyone but me. I took in a deep breath as I sat across from her, giving her the notepad and a pen.

"Why didn't you let me pull the trigger?" Regina asked.

"Because you would be in prison," I answered.

"As opposed to where I am right now? I mean, while he gets a lawyer and a fair trial."

"He will never see the light of day, ever."

I tried to sound as convincing as possible. We had a strong case. The DNA from the rape kits of the ten women matched the scumbag she had caught.

"Can you guarantee that?" I didn't say anything and she scoffed. "You know, when they talk about victims getting re-victimized by the system, they mean you."

"I know it's hard..."

"No, you don't," she replied. "You have no idea what it's like..." I shifted uncomfortably. If she knew. "When the monster from your nightmares comes back for you." She paused, her eyes piercing right through me, and I saw realization hit her. "Wait..."

"Look, I'm here as a courtesy."

"Something happened to you."

"So, do you want to give me your statement or not?" I finished.

"What did you do to him?" Regina asked. "Did you arrest him like a good FBI Agent? Or did you kill him?"

I didn't say anything at first. "I didn't pull the trigger."

"Still, your monster's dead. I have to live with mine. That's my statement."

I watched as she wrote that before getting up and handing it to Bei Fong and asking to be excused. I left to the hotel, feeling my chest constrict as I arrived and I took out my inhaler, giving it two puffs. Suddenly I realized what was bugging me. I knew who had killed Unalaq, deep down I had always known. Mako walked into the bedroom, kneeling down in front of me and I bit my lip.

"I'm having a bad day," I finally choked out.

Asami's POV

I smiled when I opened the door to find my best friend. The team had just gotten back from our latest case and although Iroh tried to keep me out the loop I'd still managed to get an idea of what was going on. He was upset about losing the baby and I was too. My husband had every right to be mad at me. I had focused too much on the creeps I was killing to even stop and see the signs of my pregnancy. It'd tore my heart when my best friend told me I had lost them but slowly I was getting back into the rhythm of things. All this time I had spent it with Henry and he seemed happy to have me around.

I led her inside and she picked up her nephew, giving him a kiss before I asked Iroh to give him his bath while I talked to Korra.

"I've missed you," I told her as we sat down. "You didn't call while you were away."

"I'm sorry, this case was a bit difficult for me," she replied. "The Piano Man got off on the fear of his victims."

I hummed in response, placing a hand over hers. "He's not going to hurt you." I had made sure of that. My best friend stood, hugging herself and I frowned. Was everything alright? "Are you okay?"

"I know, Asami."

"Then what's bothering you?" Unalaq had been dead for months, why was she still so terrified of him?

"No, Asami," she said turning around to look at me. "I know."

Then I understood. She knew. She knew what I'd done. I'd known she would figure it out, she was too smart not to. But a part of me never wanted her to because I did not want to have this conversation.

I lowered my gaze. "How-how did you-"

"Does it matter?" I guess it didn't. Not really. "Why?"

"He was going to hurt you," I said. "He was never going to leave you alone and I couldn't let him get you again."

"You could have arrested him and sent him to prison."

A derisive scoff. "Because that worked so well the first time," I replied with hints of anger coloring my voice. I took a deep breath. "I was trying to protect you."

"I wasn't scared of him anymore," Korra replied quietly. "I didn't...I didn't want you to do this."

"Are you scared of me?"

She blinked. "What?"

"Now that you know... Please tell me I haven't ruined everything."

Korra's eyes softened and she grabbed my hand. "Asami, you could never scare me away. Especially when I know what lengths you would go to just to give me peace of mind." I feel like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders and I can breathe a little easier. "What you did...I understand why, and I can't say that I'm a hundred percent okay with it because what you did, not many people come back from." I knew that. I thought about it enough. "But you are still Asami, my best friend, my sister. And that's all I care about."

I hugged her tightly and she returned the embrace. She wasn't scared of me and I thanked the Spirits over and over for this. I didn't think I would have been able to live with myself if she'd rejected me. I had already lost my baby, he or she had payed for the crimes I continued to commit. But I couldn't lose Korra, I refused to. She was my best friend and if something happened to her...I didn't know what I'd do.

"All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on." -Henry Ellis