Kathryn huffed angrily at her computer screen for what seemed like the hundredth time. "Is it so damn difficult to pick up?" she said angrily at the screen. She was immediately shushed by studious students nearby and Kathryn slammed her computer close and got up from her table in the library.

She mumbled angrily as she made her way outside where she could be angry louder. It had been over twelve hours since watching her brothers' rescue live on television. Over twelve hours since Ben had managed to pick the lock of her room and twelve hours since she had begun to try and contact her brothers via video chat. Over twelve hours and she hadn't heard anything.

Kathryn tried not to think of the worst case scenario. But she hated not hearing anything; it gave her bad feelings and made her uneasy and angry. And she knew she'd inherited the infamous Tracy temper from her dad, so beware of anyone who got in her way. In her mind though, she had a right to be angry. For all she knew, Virgil could be in a coma, or worse, dead. This period of waiting was almost as bad when she was in high school and Gordon had been in the hydrofoil accident. As far as she knew, that was by far the worst week of her life.

Sitting down on a low wall and opening her computer again, Kathryn tried to connect with Alan once more. "Come on Alan. Aren't you always saying we should talk more?" she muttered to herself as she waited to see if there would be a response. "Well, pick up and accept my damn video request!"

"Still haven't heard anything, huh?" Kathryn shook her head furiously, not taking her eyes off the screen as she felt Ben sit down next to her and look over her shoulder. "You would think having five brothers, you'd hear from someone."

"Scott doesn't have one, John is up on Five so I don't know how to get to him, Virgil is obviously a no, Gordon is always at the pool, and Alan isn't picking up!" Kathryn told him, huffing and crossing her arms over her chest. "I swear, if I ever get my hands on them…"she threatened. Though she didn't know what she could do to her estranged brothers. Alan was the shortest brother, just shy of six feet at 5 feet 11 inches, beating her by a good eight inches. Scott beat them all, being an entire foot taller than she was. So physical harm would not be an actual threat to them. Not that she saw them to do them any harm to begin with.

She heard Ben chuckle softly against ear and she was suddenly aware of how close he was to her. "Good thing John is up in space, he won't be able to feel the wrath of Kathryn Tracy."

"Are you aware that you're the only one who calls me Tracy? Why can't you call me Swicord like the rest of the world?"

"The rest of the world doesn't know you're a Tracy," Ben pointed out and he unwrapped her crossed arms. "Besides, I think Tracy suits you much better. You'd think one of your many brothers would bother to call, wouldn't you?"

"I'm would think so too! But this stupid computer says they're all offline so they're probably not even receiving any incoming calls," Kathryn said without much conviction. She was very much aware of her weird, almost nonexistent, relationship with her brothers. The closest she could compare it to was that it was having a long distance relative who your mother made you call on their birthday or on Christmas day because it was expected of you, not because you actually cared. She was ten when all of her brothers were out of the house and either at boarding school or college. Since then her contact with them had been limited, and then she'd been sent off to finishing then boarding school and it was pretty much nonexistent now. Sometimes it frightened her when she would realize that she didn't really care.

But there was a more pressing matter now that she saw Ben, causing her to remember another worry of hers. "Hey Ben, can I ask you a question?" she asked him, turning around to face him. She noticed he was twirling her hair around his finger again, an old habit of his, and she couldn't help but get that feeling in her stomach once more when he grinned down at her.

"Of course Kat, what's up?"

Kathryn took a breath, knowing she was going to sound crazy for saying it; especially because Ben had already tried to convince her otherwise. "Does Joe work every day? Because I've already run into him like five times today, but I've only been to three different building. Dorm, dining hall, library. I shouldn't be running into him this much. I don't know Ben, he's kind of creeping me out a little bit. I feel like he's following me. But now that I think about, I swear that I feel someone has been watching me for a while now. And with the dream the last two nights, it's like a bad omen Benny. I swear." By the end it, Kathryn was looking out onto the campus, watching as students just joked around and had fun. She envied them, slightly; their ability to be at peace with the world and not have this paranoia she carried around.

"You had the dream again last night?" She heard Ben ask, tugging gently on her hair to make her turn and look at him.

"Yeah," Kathryn sighed, rubbing her tired eyes to make a point. "Ben, I'm not crazy am I?"

"Of course not Katie," Ben told her immediately, and she knew he was worried about her. Ben was the only one who was allowed to call her Katie, and he used that privilege mostly in situations when he was worried about her. "You have reason to worry. If it makes you feel better, I'll have dad look in to Joe. You know he'd do anything you'd ask. And this worrying is probably what's causing you dreams." Kathryn knew what he was doing, trying to reassure her. It didn't mean he believed her though, it just meant he knew how to handle the situation, and she supposed that was the best she could ask. Because Ben would never really understand, hard as he tried, the thoughts she lived with.

Kathryn didn't tell Ben how this time, the dream was different. Ever since she'd been kidnapped, the man in her dream never had a face. It was because she never saw the face of her kidnapper, or at least she couldn't remember it. All she remembered from the event was that she had been on her way to the pool when someone started talking to her along the way, then the darkness. Her psychologist had told her dad it was most likely a repressed memory, and there had been enough hard evidence that when he'd been prosecuted, she didn't have to be there to testify. Kathryn had never faced her kidnapper, and she sometimes feared she would face him one day without knowing it. So it scared her when the man in her dream had more of a clear outline of the face. She remembered the shape of the mouth and nose, the gleam of the light shinning of his glasses.

Kathryn just hoped to God that Ben was right, that her dreams weren't an omen for something bad that was going to happen.

It went without saying that Ben was worried about Kathryn. Never before had he seen her so uneasy over a single person, so much that it was starting to make him uneasy. Ben figured he would ask his dad to look into it as soon as he could, which meant later in the day since his dad was in meetings all day. He didn't want to worry his ma with any of this, and only his older half-sister Julia would be of some help, only she was off on her honeymoon and he did not want to be interrupting that.

"Don't worry Kat," Ben said, giving her a hug. "I'll figure it out," he assured her. "I've never let you down before, have I?" He looked down at her with a smile and she smiled back, shaking her own head.

"Not yet."

"Not ever," Ben promised. He looked down at her gray eyes and could there was something else that was bothering her. He also knew he wasn't going to be able to get it out of her unless she wanted to say it. Stubborn, this Tracy girl was, but it was one of the things he liked about her.

"Benny, don't you have a seminar in like two minutes?" Kathryn asked, breaking Ben out of his small trance. He looked at the clock on her computer and sighed. "I'll take that as a yes," Ben smiled at her giggles.

"I'll find you when it's done," he told her, getting off the wall. He really didn't want to leave her there, but he knew he had to. Kathryn nodded and winked at him.

"I'll be fine till then Ben. Unless someone calls the funny farm and has me interned for yelling at the computer," she joked and Ben smiled. With that, he took off towards the classroom.

On the way, Ben pulled the phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. His dad might be in a meeting, but that didn't mean he couldn't leave a message now. Besides, he wanted to have good news to give the next time he saw Kathryn.

Virgil walked down the hallways of his island home, somewhat distracted. Brains said it would be normal, after all a hit to the head like that could have caused more than the minor concussion he gained. Virgil was pretty sure it gave him supersonic hearing though, because there was this loud beeping had been irritating him for the longest time. It was the reason he wasn't in his room resting like his dad had sent him to do.

The beeping led to Alan's room and Virgil sighed. He should have known. Alan was on his way back from Five with John at the moment, so Virgil took the liberty of letting himself in. With Virgil grounded, and two long, grueling back to back missions, Jeff Tracy didn't want IR to be a man down incase another tough one came along. This was fine with Virgil, because he was still exhausted from the Australia mission.

Virgil found himself in front of Alan's desk, looking at his brother's laptop. Taking a seat, Virgil prayed there wasn't a pass code as he opened it up and waited for the screen to load. Thankfully there wasn't. Immediately Virgil saw what the issue was. It seemed that Alan was getting a video chat request, and as Virgil looked at the missed calls sections, he saw that this person had been trying to reach him for a very, very long time.

Virgil didn't know why he didn't recognize the username until he accepted the call and her voice came over the computer. "About time Alan Shepard Tracy! Do you have any idea how long I have been trying to reach you?! More than twelve hours Alan! Twelve! Don't you ever listen to your computer? I'm amazed you managed to respond to this one. What on earth have you been doing all this time? It better be a really good reason, seeing as I had to watch the live footage of you last mission and then fail to reach anyone. Anyone! Do you have any idea how terrified I have been Alan? Do you!?" Virgil couldn't help but smile slightly as he heard Kathryn's temper, and touched that she had wanted to find out if he was okay. But at the same time, he wished his little sister would use her indoor-Virgil-has-a-concussion, voice.

"Sorry Kathryn, Alan must have been on his way to Five when you started. He's on his way back if you want to yell at him a little bit later," Virgil grinned. "I mean, you have me quivering in fear myself. But only just a little."

"Virgil!" He watched as Kathryn's face lit up when she recognized him. "Sorry. I thought you were Alan. How are you? Are you okay?"

Virgil nodded, noticing how she seemed to be walking at the same time because the background kept changing. It made his head slightly dizzy. "I'm fine. Just a minor concussion. Dad has me grounded for the week though, then another check-up. That's why John's on his way down. Are you walking?"

Virgil watched as Kathryn nodded. "Yeah, just heading back to my dorm. Thank goodness the halls are tap entrance. I don't think I'd be able to swipe and hold the laptop at the same time. I want to get into my room before I yell at you too." Her voice, much to Virgil's liking, had dropped a few decimals upon learning he had a concussion. Virgil tried to remember if Kathryn had every had a concussion from gymnastics, but at the moment, the memory kept leaving his grasp as he reached for it.

"What? Why? I didn't do anything!" Virgil protested instead.

"That's the point! You're fine! And yet you didn't have the decency to let me know!" Kathryn snapped at him. The screen wobbled and Virgil could only imagine what she was trying to do single handed. He could see the familiar color of her walls and he knew they'd made it back to her dorm. The screen settled and Kathryn sat down, inching closer. "Do you have any idea what I've been through the last thirteen hours Virgil? I watch that building fall on you! I watched Alan come in and then seconds where nothing happened and you both came out. Only there was something obviously wrong with you! And I had no idea what had happened inside the building! I can't get in touch with anyone and then I start thinking the worse! I thought you might have died Virgil Grissom Tracy! And all you have is a stupid minor concussion!"

Virgil frowned, noticing the way her eyes were turning red and the crack in her voice. He instantly felt horrible, and could only imagine what she went through. At least Dad had comms to touch base with him. Kathryn had no one. "I'm sorry Kathryn."

"Yeah well," Kathryn sniffled, rubbing her eyes with her sleeves, looking away so he wouldn't see the tears that were probably trying to escape. "Just don't do that to me again. Understand?" Virgil nodded solemnly. "Good. Hold on I'll be right back." Virgil watched as his sister stepped away from the screen, no doubt to go get a tissue. Kathryn never let anyone see her cry; heck Virgil couldn't remember the last time she'd cried. While he waited, Virgil wondered why no one else had picked up their sister's call. He wondered why no one had called her. He wondered if this was what it was like for those watching every mission on the television, everyone who didn't have a direct link to the inner working of International Rescue. He wondered if other people watched, and worried just like Kathryn.

Virgil knew something was wrong when it took her more time than necessary to get back. Then he could hear her mutterings as she made her way back. The thing that assured him something was wrong; the one thing that he knew he could count on even if he didn't know his sister very well, was the look on her face when she sat down again. It was the same look Gordon got when there was something wrong. It was a look, that when on those two, you paid attention to.

"Kathryn, what's wrong?" Virgil's voice was quiet, but firm and demanding. This was no time to skirt around a problem. He saw his sister's hesitance, the way her eyes flickered at him for a brief moment before looking away. It was easy to see that she was debating whether or not to bother him with the problem she was having; she must have thought Virgil had bigger things to worry about. "Kathryn."

Virgil watched as his sister gave up with a sigh and turned to face him. "It's just that," she started hesitantly, which worried Virgil. It was obvious that she didn't want to burden him with her worries, which worried him. What kind of brother was he if his little sister couldn't come to him for help. "I think someone's been watching me. And no, I don't have any hard evidence of it, but I know it!" Virgil listened as she launched into this story about a janitor name Joe, how he was always around, and the feelings she was getting of being watched. But the thing that convinced Virgil something was wrong where the last thing she said. "I think someone's been in my room," Kathryn whispered, avoiding the camera.

This caught Virgil's attention and he leaned into the computer to see if he heard correctly. "Someone has been in your dorm?" he repeated. Kathryn nodded, pulling her unzipped fleece tighter around her. For a moment, Virgil remembered that it was now winter in New England, a thought he really couldn't phantom because it was so nice on Tracy Island.

"Things have been moved around, like my photography gear," Kathryn told him. Virgil gave her a questioning look because he had no idea what she was talking about. How much gear did a person need for a point and shot? "Photography gear Virgil! You know, like lenses. I found it on the ground, and it's old, from Kansas. It used to be Grandma's, so I make sure to always keep it safe. There's no way it could have been on the ground."

"Are you sure it didn't just roll off?" Virgil asked.

"Of course I'm sure," she snapped at him. "I take care of all of my gear. And even if I managed to pump into it make it fall, then I would have picked it up. But it's not just that. There are books on my shelves that are upside down and my bookmarks are out. Someone's been in here Virgil. I swear."

"Alright, alright calm down," Virgil said, hearing the panic in her voice start to rise. He didn't doubt that she noticed the disorganization, especially if she was just as organized as he remembered her to be. It made her feel in control, especially after the kidnap. He wondered if she still had panic attacks like when she was little. He was never really good at getting her out of those, but John and Gordon could. Those two always knew how to get her to calm down. He wondered where John was right now…He tried to stop his mind from wandering and focus on the issue at hand. Kathryn needed him to; even it was hurting his head to concentrate. "Key. Who has a key to your room?"

"Ben," Kathryn responded without a thought. "He's the only one with a copy."

"Ben?" Virgil asked, trying to remember who this Ben guy was. "Your boyfriend?" He could see the change in color along her cheeks as she shook her head.

"Best friend. Since the ninth grade! Come on Virgil, concentrate!" Kathryn sounded exasperated with him and Virgil frowned. How was he supposed to remember that? It wasn't like he'd actually heard about the guy often and he had a concussion. "And Ben doesn't have the key with him. He gave it back yesterday and left it here." And there went Virgil's only suspect. He also knew that Kathryn was waiting for him to figure out a solution.

"Give me a minute," he told her, thinking. His head still hurt from the accident, and it was difficult to concentrate on just that. Virgil figured he'd have to get their dad's opinion on this. "Just stay there," he told her. "Lock the door, don't let anyone in. I'm going to go ask dad."

"Hey Virg," Kathryn's voice was smaller now and he turned to see his sister looking at the screen rather frightened. "There's one more thing."

"What is it?"He could see her hesitance as she spoke.

"Did-did the guy who abducted me eleven years ago, did he wear glasses?" Virgil frowned, not at her but at the question. It had been decided long ago they wouldn't talk about the event, and as far as he knew, Kathryn still couldn't remember anything that went on during her capture.

"I don't know, why?"

"I think he did," Kathryn said quietly. "I dreamed it last night again. He was wearing glasses Virgil. He was wearing glasses."

A/N: I know! So many updates so quick and soon. What else can I say but I'm in Nebraska and I'm bored. Hope it's okay that it's a little longer than usual, awkward cuts had to be made.

Still don't own the things I don't own.