"To those who believe, no proof is necessary. To those who don't, no proof is enough."-Stuart Chase.

Korra's POV

I smiled as I looked at the picture Sammy had sent me. Three months ago I had worked my last case before Becca was born and managed to find Allison. Unfortunately Mark, her husband, had bled out and died but she was found unharmed. A family friend that was in debt had been their kidnapper, trying to get his children back who were taken away by the state when they found him unfit. Elizabeth, Sammy's aunt, gave up her life in the Earth Kingdom to help Allison raise him. Now a couple of months later he had grown and still remembered me, sending me a drawing with circles and piano keys.

I felt someone press a kiss to my temple and I smiled, looking up at my husband. "Have you talked to your mom yet?"

I nodded. "Becca already had her bottle and fell asleep," I informed him with a smile. He grinned. "Do we have a new case?"

Hotch sighed and nodded just as the team came in. "There's been a string of abductions at the Royal Plaza in the Fire Nation capital," he began. "Going back nine months, five women total. All tan brunettes with blue eyes. They just found a body."

"When were they taken?" Rossi asked.

"Nine months ago." He showed us all a photo and I furrowed my brow.

"Is she...mummified?" I questioned.

"Embalmed." Well that was new. "Victims are taken every three months which means he rotates them out."

"Which means the unsub will take someone new soon," Howl commented.

"And that's why we're going to the Fire Nation."

I straightened. "What?"

"Grab your bags and meet at the airport in an hour."

Everyone got up and left while I glared at my husband. Was he being serious?

"Korra-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"I didn't know we'd actually have to go until today. Becca is going to be well cared for."

"I haven't let her out of my sight since she was born and now you expect me to go to the Fire Nation?" I asked.

"We used to leave Jack all the time."

I felt my anger deflate. He had a point. "She's just a baby." My baby.

"And she'll be fine," he insisted, wrapping his arms around me. "Now lets get her diaper bag ready and hold her for a but before we have to go."

I sighed but nodded. It was the first time I would be away from her and I didn't want to leave. I knew I may be acting a little ridiculous. Oh, Spirits, for the first time ever I didn't want to go on a case.

Mako's POV

I rubbed my hand up and down Korra's arm soothingly as the plane landed. She had been away from Becca for just a few hours and was already going through separation anxiety. I understood she would be having a hard time letting go of our daughter but I knew she'd also have to get used to leaving her behind at times, a perk of our job.

My wife sighed and I managed a smile, kissing the top of her head and telling her it was time to get up. She stood, grabbing her bag and immediately taking out her phone. Jessica had been nice enough to help watch both Jack and Becca with my mother in law.

We arrived at the Fire Nation Capital police station shortly after and I could see my wife relax after talking to my sister-in-law. At least she was going to be paying some attention to the case now that she knew Becca was doing fine. Detective Ron Fullwood immediately began to fill us in and I split up the team. Asami and Rossi went off to the scene where the body was found while Howl and Iroh stayed at the station to start creating a profile and Korra and I checked out the latest crime scene.

"The only thing we found was a necklace," the Detective began. "Some of her hair strands were caught in it but that's about it."

"Can we see the necklace?" I asked.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I gave it back to the mother."

I raised a brow. "Isn't it a little too early to start giving back evidence to the family?"

"There were special circumstances involved." I nodded my head, silently asking him to continue. He sighed. "She hired someone. A woman who helped locate a missing boy about a year ago."

"A Private Investigator?"

"A psychic."

Korra shared a look with me, already looking skeptical. "What does the necklace have to do with anything?" she asked.

"Apparently she can read personal things, their...aura. I don't know."

I hummed thoughtfully. "So what'd she tell her?"

"That she's still alive."

"We'll need to talk to this psychic," I told him. "Where does she live?"

"Aunt Wu lives on the other side of the forest where they found the bodies."

"Let's go then." I wanted to see what this psychic had to say.

Korra's POV

It took all my control not to laugh at the detective when he'd told us the missing person's mom hired a psychic. I mean, really? And to top things off she had told her she was still alive. Giving false hope to a worried mother was worse than telling her they found her body. As much as I wanted to be optimistic about finding Brooke Travis it wasn't looking very good. For the most part, ninety percent of the victims of kidnappings ended up dead in the first thirty-six hours.

Two days had passed already and this psychic person was not helping. For the first time since we'd left the city I could concentrate on the case and not my daughter. For the most part.

"Is there anyone Brooke talked about?" I asked Sandra, the mother. "Anyone that frequented the restaurant and made her feel uncomfortable?"

"She got asked out a couple of times-"

I shook my head. "This man wouldn't have talked to her. Would just visit often and watch her."

"I've told the police everything I know," he answered. "You shouldn't be here. You should be looking into the clues."

I sighed. "Right. Clues from Brooke's necklace."

The woman next to Sandra, Aunt Wu, had been silent up until now, simply observing with a calm indifference. She didn't really look like much. A old, wealthy woman, that had a hobby for telling people what they wanted to hear. At least that was my opinion.

"It's a token reading method, also known as-"

"Psychometry," I interrupted. "Detective Fulleood filled us in on the way." She smiled at me, this knowing little smile, and I raised a brow. "So you think a fence and the numbers 8, 6, and 7 are going to help us in this investigation?"

"Yes," Aunt Wu answered simply. "You see, everyone leaves a little of themselves in everything they touch. Sometimes this energy allows me to connect with them and tells me if they are alive or dead. Clues are a bonus." Her grey eyes never wavered from mine, and neither did that smile. I'll admit, I could see how people would be trusting of her, she exuded this calming aura that reminded a little of Raava. You wanted to tell this woman things, trust her, believe she could help. This made her the perfect person to take advantage of grieving, desperate family members.

"With all due respect, Miss Wu-"

"You don't believe, do you?" Wasn't like I was trying too hard to hide that. "There are some people who don't believe in what you do, profiler." There was no venom, she was simply stating fact. Didn't make it any less annoying.

My eyes narrowed slightly. "I'm an investigator, I'm relying on facts to find whoever took Brooke." Who did this lady think she-

"You can't stop thinking about your daughter, can you?"

My hand went to the necklace around my neck, the one Mako had given me shortly after Becca was born. It had Alexandrite stone, Becca's birthstone, encrusted in the center. How had she...?

"I think we're done here," I answered standing up from the table. No way I was going to admit to her she was right.

Asami's POV

I could almost hear Korra pacing behind the one way glass. Yesterday she had spoken to Aunt Wu, a local psychic who, according to the brunette, was only hindering the investigation.

Just moments ago, a man, David Shepherd, was brought in for questioning when the psychic said he would be able to help us. Because of Korra's bias I was asked to conduct the interview to please the detective. We already knew this wasn't our guy, because we had profiled our unsub to be wealthy, seeing as all the victims had been taken from expensive venues and this guy was broke.

"I don't know any of these women," he repeated, pushing the photos away. "You have the wrong-"

"Necrophile?" I looked up to the detective. He was making this personal and it wouldn't end well. "Where is Brooke?"

"I don't know who she is. I don't kill people."

"Your former employer told us you were caught putting a wig on the corpses," I began. "Are you trying to transform them into someone and that's what gets you off?"

"The wig isn't important," David answered. "It's the shoes. A very special pair."

I hummed. "What's so special about them?"

"They were Sonney Travis'."

"A local celebrity," the detective explained when he saw the look on my face.

"A genuine article. That's what makes it real."

The door opened and I was asked to come outside. I saw Korra looking through Howl's notes. He had been tasked with visiting nearby cemeteries to see if any graves had been ransacked or if anyone had been caught touching or acting inappropriately with the corpses.

"Didn't Howl say he didn't find anything?" I asked.

"He did, we didn't know it but he did," she replied, looking through the notebook until she found what she was looking for. "There was a theft in one of the cemeteries. Listen to what was taken: a dress, a pair of diamond earrings and a pair of pearl earrings."

"All the victims had double piercings when they were found," I realized. "If our guy is like David, he needed the genuine articles to make the fantasy real. Do you have a name?"

A nod. "Abigail Adams."

I asks Iroh to lend me his laptop, typing in her name and pulling up a picture. The victims matched her aesthetic. I let everyone know that the Glasse family had been her former employers but outside of them there was no one else. Korra shared a smile with me, squeezing my shoulder as they went to talk to the family.

I sighed, shaking my head.

Iroh's POV

I couldn't help myself.

The shrimp and Hotch had gone to talk to the family. Miranda and John said Abigail worked for them, helped raise their son. The Glasse clan claimed not to have heard from their son in over a year, following having received a goodbye letter from him. I knew Korra was annoyed by the psychic so I gave Aunt Wu the letter to see if she could get anything off it while Asami followed up on making sure the parents were telling the truth.

An hour later we found ourselves in a abandoned warehouse with Paul and Brooke inside. The youngest agent scoffed and starting telling me how I should have a little more faith in what we did. Aunt Wu had told us we'd find Brooke by a shoreline with rocks. My head tilted to the side and I smirked before calling the brunette over. Right across from the warehouse there was a painting of a shoreline and rocks, the numbers 8, 6, and 7, drawn next to it. She scowled and I laughed.

Later on when the team started to pack I asked Hotch if we could stay the night so Asami and I could visit my mom. I knew Korra wanted to see her daughter and I wanted to see my son too but I hadn't seen my mom in over a year.

He reluctantly nodded his head and I visited my mom with my wife. She was fond of Asami though not as much as she was Korra, the dwarf having lived with her for a few months.

After our visit my wife told me she had made reservations at a restaurant and I'll admit at this point I was starving. Upon arrival she excused herself to go to the ladies room and I told her I'd get out table.

"Table for Lynch," I told the man up front.

He hummed before shaking his head. "There are no reservations under that name."

I frowned. "Are you sure? My wife said-"

"Table for Asami Sato," came my wife's interjection as she interlocked her arm with mine.

I didn't comment on it while we were there but I couldn't deny that it bothered me. Why didn't she use my last name? We were married. I mean at work it was understandable. Korra used her maiden name there too but outside of work she was a Hotchner.

The car ride back to the hotel was silent and I could see she picked up on my annoyance. "Is something bothering you?" Asami asked as we parked.

I let out a breath. "Why don't you ever use my last name?" I asked. "We're married."

"I think it could be confusing if I went as Lynch instead of Sato," she answered. Her eyes continued to stare out her window, at the hotel or something else I didn't know.

"At work I get it, but out here?" I shook my head. "Where do you go at night?"

"What?"

That was another thing that bothered me. "You heard me. Where do you go at night?"

"I go on runs, you know-"

"Is there someone else, Asami?" I finally asked. We hadn't been...together since the miscarriage and her late outings just made me wonder.

She didn't answer, starting to gather her purse, refusing to meet my gaze.

My jaw clenched. "Is there?"

"No," my wife finally answered, meeting my gaze briefly. "How could you even ask me that?"

With that she was out of the car and I sighed, leaning back against the seat, rubbing my face with both hands. I just didn't know anymore.

Korra's POV

I smiled down at my daughter, giving her forehead a kiss. As soon as we'd gotten back from the Fire Nation Capitol we went straight home to Becca and Jack. My stepson was holding his little sister and I just couldn't help but smile. We had been home a week already and I just couldn't bring myself to put her down. She gurgled at me, smiling whenever I cooed a her. Her blue eyes, my blue eyes, stared back at me as I swayed back and forth. When they drooped I lifted her up and laid her against my chest, sitting down on the couch.

Asami had come over earlier to drop off my nephew, saying she was going to do some Pro-Bono work. Iroh was at the office, taking on a case that needed his tech skills. It wasn't hard to see that they were having problems. Mako had commented that his best friend told him Asami wasn't talking to him. Of course I knew the reason why. He had suggested that she was being unfaithful and she wouldn't have it. Hell, I wouldn't either. She wouldn't dare do that to him. I knew it.

My nephew came out from Jack's room, his head tilting to the side curiously before lowering his gaze. I frowned. "Henry, what's wrong?" I asked.

"That's my spot."

I blinked. "What?"

"Becca took my spot."

I looked down at my baby, seeing her face pressed against my neck, her little hand gripping my shirt. It wasn't too long ago that I was doing the same with Henry.

"No she hasn't," I replied, asking him to come closer. "I love you both, so much. She's my baby girl. But you'll always be my little man. There's plenty of room for both of you."

His eyes lit up. "Really?" he asked.

I nodded my head. "Really, really."

Henry grinned, climbing onto my lap and nuzzling himself on the opposite side of my chest. Soon he was breathing in an out peacefully and I smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Mako came out of Jack's room and chuckled before gently taking Becca and settling her against his chest. Shortly after Asami arrived and she asked that I put Henry into the car seat while she held my daughter for a bit. I tucked in my nephew and made sure he was buckled in when something caught my eye.

I reached out and lifted up a greyish-green rag, expect there was something on it and it almost looked like... I turned back around and saw my best friend walking toward her car, pausing slightly when she noticed the bloodied rag in my hand.

"Asami...what's-"

"Don't tell anyone," she whispered, taking the rag and cramming it into her jacket pocket.

For some time now there had been a series of murders going on in the city. They were all pedophiles, registered sex offenders. Asami had killed Unalaq and she was firmly disgusted by...

"I ran over a dog."

I blinked, coming out of my dark speculations. "What?"

She sighed. "I ran over a dog yesterday and I tried to stop the bleeding but it died on me." My best friend bit her lip. "I tossed it back here so Henry wouldn't see it. It was stupid, I know."

"I can toss it out for you," I offered. I needed another look at it. I could have sworn the blood had been still wet.

Asami shook her head, keeping one hand firmly inside the pocket while the other waved me off. "No, it's fine. I'll do it." A smile, though it didn't exactly reach her eyes. "Thanks for taking care of Henry for me."

I grinned, still not entirely convinced but not willing to dig at the moment. "Anytime."

I waved as she left, thinking. I didn't want to think that she'd lie to me. And I'd been ignoring this feeling I had deep down in my gut for months now. I knew Asami to well not to suspect something was up. I just didn't want it to be true.

I shook my head. No. No. Asami wouldn't lie to me. ...Right?

"The moment there is suspicion about a person's motives, everything he does becomes tainted."-Mahatma Gandhi