A/N:Hello everyone! Just thought I should brag a little This Saturday I went to Gallery Nucleus in Alhambra, CA and met the creators of Legend of Korra! There were so many cosplays. A Lin and Su, Lin's suit had metal cables that could be pulled out and retracted! Zaheer's cosplay was awesome! It was just incredible! Anyways, showing off is over. Enjoy this chapter! P.S. ran into a site fan there. Thank BG-13 as aways!

"Tomorrow you promise yourself will be different, yet tomorrow is too often a repetition of today."-James T. McCay

Mako's POV

It was Becca's wail that woke us in the middle of the night. My arms were wrapped around Korra, her back against my chest. She shifted and I sighed as I sat up, turning around to turn on the lamp. Rebecca was usually good at night but lately she would wake up screaming two or tree times a night. At first I would get up to see what was wrong, but I soon realized she just wanted to be held and there was really nothing wrong. But Korra refused to let her cry and I watched as she tiredly sat up, rubbing her eyes before making a move to stand.

"Korra...you can't get up every time," I told her, gently grabbing her hand.

"I cant just let her cry."

There was something in her eyes, something I hadn't seen in a long time. "Korra..."

"No," she replied, pulling her hand away from me. "You don't get it... No one was there for me...no one came when I cried out for someone... I won't let my daughter go through that."

My expression softened and I sighed as she went to the nursery before I followed. I watched as she lifted our daughter into her arms, smiling and cooing, Becca smiling at her mother. I walked over and wrapped an arm around Korra's waist as I caressed our baby's cheek.

"I hope one day you appreciate your mommy getting up in the middle of the night for you," I began. "She has a hard job but she does it so you don't go through what she went through, so try to tone it down a bit."

Becca gurgled and Korra smiled, looking up at me, giving my jaw a kiss as she bounced our daughter in her arms. Soon enough our baby's eyes closed and she was asleep once more. Gently and carefully Korra put her back down in the crib, making sure she was warm before taking my hand and leading me back to our room.

I wrapped my arms around her as we lay down and she shifted so she was facing me, her eyes closed. I smiled, kissing the top of her head. Korra had gone through a lot, but it was that experience that helped her with Becca. And it was how I knew she would be a good mother.

Tonraq's POV

I chuckled as I watched Becca crawl to her mother, sitting down when she reached her and giving her a dimpled smile. She was already seven months old and as active as ever. Jack loved playing with her, even that despite the fact that the toddler put everything in her mouth.

Senna often mentioned how it was a chore to keep up with her now that she was crawling. Jessica had been here earlier and she was in love with my granddaughter. She reminded me so much of Korra. They both had an adventurous spirit and even as tiny as she was we could already see that she had inherited her intelligence. She was already able to put the shapes in their proper holes.

I looked up to see Mako come in, bags of food in his hands. I stood and helped him out before setting the table. When I finished I glanced over into the living room watching as he raised Becca up and pressed his mouth against her stomach, making noises and causing her to laugh.

I smiled and shook my head calling them over an taking my granddaughter in my arms. She opened her mouth when she saw me take a bite of my food and I chuckled, giving her a small piece. After dinner my daughter took her and went into her old room with her stepson.

Her husband, my wife and I talked for a while as we cleaned up. We all agreed that time seemed to be passing by so fast. Just a few months ago we held our granddaughter for the first time and now she was crawling, almost walking. She even started gurgling a few words.

After a moment I stood up to check up on my daughter, smiling at the sight that greeted me. Becca was on my daughter's chest as usual, but curled up on her side was Jack, Korra's arms wrapped protectively around both children.

It was moments like this that I thanked the Spirits. We'd come a long way.

Raava's POV

I chuckled at the toddler in my arms, cooing and watching her gurgle. Korra hadn't come see me since her daughter had been born but today's session was proof of the progress she'd made in the last few months. She told me that working with men was no longer a problem and was even able to have a somewhat playful relationship with her former partner from the South Pole. Mako, of course, had also been filling me in on her progress as a new mother.

I knew that at first her pregnancy was unexpected and she felt uncertain. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months she'd fallen in love with the baby and now she even admitted to not being able to picture her life without her little girl.

"My cousins met her," Korra commented as I handed her the toddler. "Eska is crazy about her and wants to babysit her when we go on our next away case." A pause. "But Desna isn't thrilled."

I chuckled. "So I assume you maintain contact with them?"

A nod. "They've been in the North Pole for almost a year which is why they hadn't met Becca yet."

"Has your aunt tried contacting you again?"

The agent let out an irritated sigh, kissing the top of her baby's head. "I don't want to talk about her."

"Korra, forgiveness is an important part of therapy," I reminded her. "Your aunt is trying to make amends."

"Well I can't. Not with her. Not yet." We both knew the words that were meant to tag at the end of that sentence: possibly not ever.

I sighed but didn't push the subject, my head titling curiously as I watched her look at her daughter, pensive, deep in thought. I couldn't remember the last time I had seen her that way. "Is everything alright?" I finally asked.

"Hmmm?"

"Is there something you want to talk about?"

Korra sighed shifting her baby in her arms as she fed her a bottle. "Unalaq. I've been thinking about him," she admitted quietly.

I crossed a leg over the other, leaning one elbow planted firmly on the arm of my chair and my chin resting in my hand. "Why?"

"I just...I think about all the lives he's ruined. He tainted so many people."

"Why do you say that?" I asked curiously. Where was she going with this?

"I think about how whoever killed him...how they aren't the same anymore." She sighed shaking her head. "They've changed, become a person no one recognizes."

I furrowed my brow, leaning forward. "Korra, do you know who killed Unalaq?" I asked.

The agent said nothing for a moment, her attention on the baby in her arms. She opened her mouth and then closed it before shaking her head "No," she answered. "I just think about how they might feel."

I nodded my head, accepting the answer but knowing it was far from the truth. Korra stood up shortly after, saying she had promised to meet up with her cousin so she could see Becca again. I watched her go, rubbing my chin thoughtfully.

There was more to this than I think anyone realized.

Korra's POV

I chuckled as Becca let out a delighted squeal. Naga was bathing her in kisses, my little girl sitting on Jack's lap. My stepson liked holding her and my dog wouldn't let the toddler out of her sight, following her whenever she managed to crawl away. Mako had stayed at work to finish up some paperwork and I had decided to pick up our children. It was late and I knew it was a little past Becca's bedtime but I was enjoying this time.

My phone started to ring and I looked down to find a private number calling. I raised a brow but ignored the call. If it was important they'd leave a message. Only a moment passed before my phone rang once more, again a private number. I ignored it. After the third time I figured whoever it was really wanted to talk to me so I finally answered.

"Morgan."

Silence. "907 Maple Street, Dragon Flatts District."

I furrowed my brow. "What?"

"907 Maple Street, Dragon Flatts District."

"I think you have the wrong number."

"Do I?"

My eyes narrowed as I recognized the voice and I went over to look out the window, peaking outside for any suspicious activity. I knew Hiroshi. He had to be close. He enjoyed playing with his prey.

"What do you want?" I finally asked.

"Tell me Agent Morgan, do know where your best friend is?"

I felt my blood run cold. He wouldn't hurt her. He wouldn't dare... "If you lay a hand on her-"

A chuckle. "I don't think you understand, Agent." I waited for him to continue. "You've seen the signs haven't you? The change in personality, the isolation, the...disgust for her victims."

"I don't know what you're talking about." But the waver in my voice said otherwise.

"How many bodies are there?" he asked. "Twenty-six? Twenty-seven? I've almost lost count."

My hand clenched around the phone.

"You're still trying to convince yourself that she's okay. That you're overreacting. Well, her next victim appreciates your concern."

"What do you know, Hiroshi?"

"A lot more than you. If I were you, I'd get to that apartment before she does. Or...you could just let her kill the rat. I know you have your own reasons for wanting those kinds of people dead."

"Listen you-"

Click.

I sighed in frustration before putting the phone down. It couldn't be true. Asami didn't kill, she wasn't a murderer... But then again she had killed Unalaq. I had seen the bloodied rag in her car. I couldn't stand not knowing.

I picked up the phone again and asked Jessica if she could come over and watch the kids, telling her I needed to go out, that I wouldn't take long.

My hands gripped the steering wheel as minutes later I pulled up to the address Hiroshi had mentioned. Spirits let me be wrong.

Asami's POV

I took a deep breath as I opened the trunk of my car, putting the stolen gun in the holster at my waist and putting my work one away.

My father had called me earlier to give me a 'gift.' I had thought about hanging up on him but then he'd started to list what the pervert had done to a nine year old... And I found myself asking for an address instead.

Molestation, groping, emotional abuse, sexual abuse... But his crime wouldn't go unpunished. I'd make sure of that.

I took out my taser before putting on my brass knuckles. The list was too personal, too familiar and I could feel my anger clouding all my other senses as I walked up the steps of the building.

Quietly I unlocked the door with a wire, opening it and slipping inside before shutting it behind me quietly. It was silent and for a moment I thought I'd have to wake up the bastard but then I spotted them in the living room, back to me. The floor beneath me creaked and they turned around but it was too late.

I lunged.

He dodged.

My hand latched into his shirt.

I threw him against the wall.

He got to his feet.

I punched him.

He fell.

I kicked him.

He tried to crawl away.

I pulled out my gun.

I kicked him onto his back.

I aimed.

He was...wheezing.

Wheezing...

Blink.

Sound started to register. My vision began to brighten, no longer clouded. The wheezing came in even harsher breaths. Then...my eyes met a pair of cobalt blue. I was horrified.

"Spirits, what- No," I whispered as I cradled Korra's head in my lap. She flinched at my touch and I felt sick.

I couldn't see the extent of the damage, the room was too dark preventing visibility but I could feel the blood slicking my hands. I quickly and gently pulled her up, trying to ignore her cries of pain as I did, leading her out of the apartment.

What had I done?

I gently maneuvered her into the back seat and buckled her in. "You're going to be okay," I told her as I drove to the hospital. "Just stay with me."

She tried to take a deep breath but it caught in her throat and I knew she had to have a collapsed lung. I tried to soothe her, ignoring all the red lights until I pulled up at the entrance of the hospital and yelled for someone to help me. A pair of doctors came to meet me and took her away, placing a oxygen mask on her face.

I started to shut down, vaguely aware that someone was talking. Or was that in my head? Blood. There was blood covering my hands. Her blood. The blood of the one person I'd sworn to protect.

Mako's POV

I'd just gotten home when I got the call.

There had been accident. Korra was in the hospital. I was out the door immediately, telling Jessica that I needed to go to the hospital and she assured me she'd meet me there. When I arrived I asked for my wife and a nurse led me to her room asking me to wait for the doctor before going inside.

I spotted Asami sitting out in the waiting area and frowned. How had she arrived before me?

The doctor greeted me and informed me of my wife's condition. She had three broken ribs on her right side. The right side of her face was completely bruised. There were all sorts of cuts and bruises on her body. She had a collapsed lung. They had to open her up to stop the internal bleeding.

"We've tried to ask what happened but she hasn't said anything," the doctor said, looking at the tech skeptically. "We think she might be in shock. But despite her injuries your wife is doing well. She should be waking up soon."

I nodded my head, my attention not leaving the raven haired woman. Elbows on knees, head ducked down, hands behind her head, Asami sat there, unmoving, quiet.

"What happened?"

No response.

"What happened!" I snapped.

Asami jumped slightly, her gaze slowly meeting mine and that's when I saw it. Guilt. I walked over to her, grabbing her by the arm briskly and leading her to an equipment room I had passed earlier on my way. I shoved her inside but she didn't say anything, wouldn't meet my gaze.

"It was you, wasn't it?" I said. A whimper. "Wasn't it!"

She nodded her head once, the gesture slow and deliberate. "Yes."

I ran a frustrated hand through my hair. I had always known this would happen. Deep down I'd always known that Asami would snap. I'd seen the signs when she thought Korra was dead and had tried keeping up with Unalaq's whereabouts. For some time now I had suspected she was responsible for his death. Her lack of empathy and reaction to the news had made me suspicious but I never had proof of it. Now with this confession and the serial murders against child molesters and pedophiles it was safe to say she was also responsible, I had no reason to doubt it.

"I should arrest you right now."

Asami looked up at me, her gaze defeated and frightened. I almost felt bad for her. Almost. Slowly she held up her hands toward me. "Go ahead."

I reach for my cuffs, intending to do just that when my phone rung. I huffed in frustration and answered it. It was the doctor, informing me Korra was awake and I could see her but to not let her talk too much. I told him I'd be there soon before hanging up, looking at the heiress.

I scoffed, shaking my head. The irony. Asami always said she wanted to protect Korra, that she wouldn't let anyone hurt her. She had killed Unalaq probably for the very same reason. Yet my wife's condition was her doing. Even through my anger I could see the tragedy.

"Looks like you were worried about the wrong person hurting Korra, Sato," is all I said before opening the door and leaving her there.

Korra's POV

I tried to take a deep breath as I waited for Mako only to be rewarded with a wave of pain. When I'd first started to come to everything had been blurry and I didn't know what had happened or where I was. But then it all all came back in a rush and a nurse came in, increasing my oxygen intake and asking that I relax.

Asami had been there. She had attacked me. I closed my eyes, remembering how I had tried to fight her off, tried not hurt her. But the hits became more brusque, more frequent, and I knew I had to get out of there. She had grabbed me by my sweater, beating me over and over as I yelled for her to stop. I started to wheeze...and it was like she snapped out of a trance. Everything after that was blurry and I didn't want to remember it. I didn't want to remember any if it because it made it all too real.

Asami was a serial killer.

I looked up to see my husband come inside and I managed a smile for him. He didn't return it but came to my side, gently kissing my forehead and running his hand through my hair, making me lean into his touch. I looked over toward the door, seeing my best friend standing there, shifting uncomfortably and not meeting my gaze.

"Asami..."

"Don't come in here," Mako said sharply.

She stepped back and I frowned, looking up at him, his amber eyes burning with anger. He knew. Mako knew what had happened.

"It was an accident," I began carefully. "She didn't know-"

"She's out of control, Korra," he snapped, making me flinch. "Twenty-seven bodies, including Unalaq."

I bit my lip, trying to blink back the tears. "She didn't mean it," I tried to argue. But it was a weak excuse.

Hotch didn't reply, turning to look at my best friend who immediately lowered her gaze. "Get out of here."

"Hotch...please..."

"I said get out!" he yelled.

My best friend whimpered but nodded, turning to leave. I failed at holding back my tears. Mako asked me to relax, to rest and slowly I drifted off.

I was in the hospital for another two days before I was discharged. The doctor warned me that I wouldn't be able to do much and to not push myself because I could rip out my stitches. I assured him I wouldn't. An hour later I was at home and Mako was fixing my pillow, making sure I was comfortable. I asked him for Becca and he left the room, coming back with her. I smiled at my baby and took her from him.

She looked up at me, almost as if she was studying me before her bottom lip quivered and she began to wail. She didn't recognize me.

"Shh...It's just me, baby," I told her, trying my best to sound like myself. The tears stopped and I wiped them away, showing her my necklace. "There you go. Yeah, Momma looks pretty rough right now," I continued as she played with it. "But I'm here, Becs. I'm right here."

"Here are some pain killers," Mako began after a moment. "I'll be making food and bringing anything you need. Jessica will be here with you tomorrow while I'm at the B.A.U."

"That's not necessary," I answered. "I can take care of the kids. I'll just call Bonnie and have her bring Jack when she picks him up."

"You're going to rip out your stitches."

"I'll be careful." A pause. "My parents don't know, right?"

Silence. "No. They're still in the South Pole."

I nodded my head, watching as he started to take out his sweats and shirt before grabbing his pillow. I frowned. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to sleep on the couch." I felt like I had been slapped and he wouldn't meet my gaze. "Give me a shout if you need anything."

I looked down at Becca, watching as she played with her toy. She looked up at me and smiled and I lifted her up and laid her against my chest, holding her tightly against me as I choked on a sob.

And I'd thought things couldn't get any worse.

Asami's POV

I let myself inside Korra's home using the spare key she'd given me a long time ago. Hotch was at work and I had called earlier which led to an argument with Lin. I hadn't really been to work for the past week, not after what I'd done. Our supervisor was hostile with me and I couldn't really blame him. I had hurt the one person we both loved the most. If it hadn't been for her asthma...

I shook my head as I walked inside. The first thing that stood out was the blankets and pillow on the couch and I felt shame. Mako was sleeping on the couch because of me.

A baby's giggle snapped me out of my thoughts and I continued my way through the house until I reached the master bedroom. I lightly knocked on the door before coming inside, managing a small smile when I watched Becca clap her hands as Korra played peek-a-boo with her. The brunette stopped her actions when she spotted me and lifted the toddler up to set her on her lap.

I flinched, biting my lip as I stepped further into the room. "Korra, I'm so-"

"Don't say it." Her words were barely above a whisper and she wouldn't meet my gaze, her attention fully on her daughter.

"I just...I wanted to make sure you were okay."

A humorless laugh. "Do I look okay?" She shook her head, huffing in agitation. "Mako isn't talking to me. Becca cried when she first saw me. I can't even move without being in pain." Her gaze finally met mine. "And my best friend..." Korra's voice caught and she shook her head, something terribly heart wrenching crossing her features. "I can't do this."

"...I'm so sorry..."

It was all I could think to say. I knew it wasn't enough. I knew that I shouldn't have come, that I was putting her in danger by just being here.

"If you're really sorry...get help...please.." She pulled on her sleeve to wipe away her tears.

"I didn't mean for this to happen," I answered, my own tears falling to freedom. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You shouldn't be hurting anyone," Korra answered. "No matter how much they deserve it. That's what separates us from them."

"I'm-"

"I don't want another apology." She let out a hiss, her hand going to her side and gently rubbing the spot as she tried to regulate her breathing. "Show me that you mean it. Get help, please."

I nodded my head stepping closer to the bed. "Can I hold her? Please?"

Korra looked down at Becca before nodding her permission and I lifted up the toddler, Korra's watching me like a hawk. Rebecca smiled at me and gurgled, her tiny hand reaching to pat my face. I gave her temple a soft kiss before placing her back in her mother's lap and leaving. I just wanted to hold her one last time because I didn't know when I would see her again.

I drove home, turning off the car but leaving the engine on.

I knew what I had to do.

When I walked inside, however, I was surprised to find Iroh was home, sitting at the table. He looked pensive and it took him a moment to notice my presence. I met his gaze briefly before noticing the suitcase and bag on the floor next to him. I lowered my gaze, knowing what was about to come.

"I don't like being lied to," Iroh began, and I noted how tired and defeated he sounded. "It's something I won't stand for and for a few months now, all you've done is lie to me."

I didn't say anything. What could I say, really? I was out of control. I hurt everyone around me. He didn't deserve this.

"And I understand if you're not ready to tell me the truth but this has to stop." He paused looking at the bags. "So I packed some things for you," my husband finished. "I would move out but I don't...I don't want to put Henry through that. I refuse to put him through that."

"I understand," I finally managed going to pick up my bags. "I know this isn't what you pictured our marriage would be and it's my fault but...right now I'm not the woman you married and you don't deserve this."

I watched as he fought back the tears, his gaze straight ahead, refusing to meet my gaze because he would cave. Neither one of us wanted him to.

"Will I be able to see him?"

"He's your son. Of course you'll be able to see him."

I nodded, picking up my bags and turning to leave, pausing when I stepped into the living room. I looked over my shoulder at him, his face set like stone but I could see he was having a hard time keeping it that way.

"What will you tell him?"

"What I always tell him." Iroh finally met my gaze. "That you're on a case."

I closed my eyes, feeling the stab to the heart. I put the bags in the trunk, looking at all the equipment I had stored there. Quickly I put everything in a bag, throwing it in the front seat as I made a call.

When I passed by the bay I parked and walked over to the deck with the bag and tossed it, watching it sink down with the weight of the equipment, never to be found. No more. No more.

When I arrived at my destination I told the secretary up front I had called earlier and she led me inside. The middle aged man looked up from his paperwork asking me to sit down. I did as I was told, neither of us saying a word for what felt like an eternity. Finally, he spoke.

"Why are you here, Asami?"

"I...I've been...I need help."

He hummed thoughtfully, sitting up. "What seems to be the problem?"

"...Everything I say is confidential, you can't tell anyone what I say?" I asked carefully. I needed to make sure this wouldn't get out. I couldn't risk it. "Not even the Feds?"

Tenzin gave me a half concerned, half curious look before nodding. "Nothing leaves this room."

I lowered my gaze, clasping my hands together in front of me before looking up to meet his gaze.

"I killed Unalaq."

"That's the trouble with losing your mind; by the time it's gone, it's too late to get it back."-Bill Bryson