Virgil didn't remember much of the ride from the university to their final destination. The concussion and growing headache he had been carrying made it so that he couldn't concentrate for long while looking out the small window. He was pretty sure he even managed to drift off for random periods of time during the trip.

This entire situation made Virgil sick. Besides the obvious situation, he hated that it had come down to this to begin with. When he was younger, he had agreed easily with his father's decision. It seemed logical after all: the only way to keep Kathryn safe from their kind of life and the dangers of it was to keep her hidden. He was eight years older than her, so there was always that big age gap that kept decisions like that a little less personal. It never meant he didn't love her, it's just that he wasn't quite the dotting older brother Scott had been to him or he had been to Alan. Of course he had tried, Virgil tried to justify. He had taught her how to play "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" on the piano and had let her play with his paints when he was younger. He had taken her and Gordon to the athletic center half an hour away for them to train. He remembered trying to sooth her after bad dreams and sleeping in her room during thunderstorms.

But even after all of that, Virgil couldn't help but feel guilty. He had been so quick to say yes, like Scott and unlike Gordon and Alan. She spent three years at boarding school near Penny, while they fixed things up at home. Then high school would be in the States. Life went on and Kathryn had become the family secret, one kept just as secretive as the family business. He had tried to make sure that nothing change between them, calling as often as he could, especially in the beginning. But as time went on, the calls became less frequent and shorter until one day they had just stopped. There were times were he even wondered when was the last time their dad had spoken to her.

He wondered if she resented them. Or even missed them. He wondered what it felt like, being the youngest. Alan had troubles with it through his teen years, but that kid was also notorious for his temper.

But Kathryn could have a temper too, when you ignored her long enough, or annoyed her enough to drive her to that point. Now that he thought about it, Kathryn was actually pretty tolerant towards them all, especially now more than ever. He remembered the last time he actually saw her in person, six years ago at Alan's high school graduation. He couldn't remember why, but Gordon was being Gordon and giving her a hard time. Anyone else would have exploded on him, even their dad, but Kathryn handled it oddly well. Now that he thought back on it, it was like that irreparable distance was already there, which lead her to treat them like strangers with her high tolerance. Though it could have been the fact that she was being sent back to Europe the next day and didn't want to ruin the moment by fighting.

Virgil wasn't sure when the car finally stopped moving, but he realized that it was rather dark, so they were probably a good ways into the night. He looked down and realized he was within an arm's length away from his sister, who hadn't moved or awoken yet. A guilt flooded him as he realized he should have checked on her, not only as a medic but as her brother.

He didn't get the chance to do it now though, because the door opened to a rather bright light. Virgil squinted and turned his head away from the bright light which hurt his eyes. "Get out Tracy and don't try anything," Johnson snapped. Virgil could feel the click of the gun and figured it would be best to listen to what he had to say. He scooted out of the van, and stood. He felt the gravel under his feet and as he looked around he could make the outline of trees and a small house.

"Where are we?" He demanded to know.

"Somewhere where you'll never be found." Austin's voice came from afar.

Virgil couldn't help but snicker. "Like last time?"

"Oh Tracy, just like his father. Thinking he's all high and mighty. Yeah, well guess what, I'm the one with the gun. This time, everything will go smoothly or else you die." Virgil didn't doubt what he was saying and just hopped it wouldn't get to that.

Scott Tracy hated himself. He was a horrible brother, no one could deny that. At least in his mind.

He was sitting in one of the empty seats of their jet, his dad and John piloting the plane towards New Jersey. Gordon was farther back, looking out the window last time he checked, in an unusual silence. Away from him.

Good, Scott thought. I'm a horrible brother; he should be away from me. Scott hated the point they had reached. It wasn't supposed to have gone like this at all. Because being with them made Kathryn in danger, the solution was to keep her away from them so she would be safe. Now not only had they severed relationships, but she was in trouble anyway. Had it all been in vain then?

"What's wrong?" Scott turned around to see John there, looking at him with a worried expression.

"Nothing. Aren't you supposed to be co-piloting?" The eldest asked, avoiding the question.

"Dad sent me back here. It's a six hour flight, there's no need for me to be up there right now. Now talk. What is wrong Scott?"

"What's wrong? More like what isn't," Scott said, his voice rising slightly. There was something in him that was just breaking and it was either his temper or his heart. "None of this should be happening John. We could have stopped it. I could have stopped. I should have been there; I should have known something was wrong early on." Scott wasn't even mad at himself, he was beyond that. He was so deeply disappointed and filled with guilt and regret that he saw no point in being mad. Because all of this could have gone differently, if he had been different.

"I should have been a better brother," Gordon's voice made both of the brothers turn. Neither had noticed him come closer. "That's what you're getting to isn't it?"

John turned to look between his two brothers. Scott just kept looking at Gordon, the guilt obvious on his face. "Scott…"

"It's true," Scott said, falling back on the seat. He set his hands over his eyes to not look at anyone. "I should have been a better brother. If I were a better brother to her, I would have been talking to her. I would have known earlier if she had told me. I should have known when that maniac was released and done something to make sure she was alright. I should have been at the computer, waiting for her call." That was what was eating him up the most; that he hadn't been there even after he knew. He had meant to, he truly had. He had been on his way to his room when he stopped on the stairs when something crunched under his foot. He had picked up the picture frame, and saw the picture surrounded by broken glass and just couldn't take it. He'd disappeared for the next couple hours, lost in contemplation, distracted by his own thoughts. Scott had figured someone else would have been there to take the call. Because that's how it was with Kathryn; someone else could be there for her.

He wasn't like John or Gordon, who could help her out of a panic attack. Or like Alan who understood her the best because their age difference wasn't that big. There was a ten year difference between the two of them, and by the time Kathryn was old enough to comprehend and interact with him, he was in high school. He'd been dealing with girls and puberty. Not to mention being there for his brothers when their dad couldn't be. Because he knew Grandma was there for Kathryn.

"Scott, there was nothing you could have done." John said, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Isn't there John?" Gordon asked, obviously frustrated. "There are so many things that could have gone differently if you had just listened to me all those years ago! We have missed so much because we kept saying it was to keep her safe, keep something like this from happening. But we didn't! We just let it go through without even bothering to check. When was the last time you talked to her John? When was the last time we actually saw her. Do you even know what she looks like now? Because I sure don't. All I can remember is her at fourteen, six years ago. Six!" Gordon was loud, letting his frustration out on his brothers, because he felt the exact same way Scott. He wasn't even mad at Scott for not being there, he'd gotten past that. Because things were now escalating quicker and his own guilt was eating him up. And now because of everything, Virgil was gone too.

Virgil was the only who had cared enough to check up on her often. Which made Gordon a hypocrite, because even as he asked for the chances to be close to his sister once more, he never did. Instead it had been Virgil who said he was going to go get her, and now he was gone. "Mom must hate us. She never would have wanted any of this. She always wanted one big, happy family and we couldn't even give her that."

His last words left both brothers staring at him as Gordon sat back down and looked out the window.

"That's not true," John said at last, breaking the silence. "That's not true. She would never hate us. Disappointed yes, but never hate. That's why things have to change, when we find them, things have to change. Yes, maybe things should have been handled differently, but that doesn't matter anymore. What's done is done. Now we have to make sure we get the chance to apologize." John's words were sincere, though he knew it would be hard. He was always up with the stars that he always missed things, but he felt it was okay because he watched over everyone from above, like his mom. But watching wasn't going to be enough anymore, he would have to try harder. For his mom. For Kathryn.

There was a silence in the plane as the brothers contemplated John's words. "John's right," Scott said standing up, turning into field commander mode. It was easier to act apart from the situation than to be a variable in it. "Now we have to make the effort we didn't before hand, and just hope she forgives us for everything."

"She won't," Gordon mumbled from his sit. The Olympic swimmer was drowning in his guilt. "But I'll try. I'll try harder than I did all those years ago. I'll find her, and Virgil." There was a strong conviction there and both brothers knew that Gordon meant it. He maybe goofy at times, but when things got serious, so did Gordon.

A part of John hoped Gordon wouldn't be the one to find them. It wasn't that he was wishing his siblings to be found, he just didn't want Gordon to be the one to find them. He knew from firsthand experience how different of a rescue it was. As IR, they found lost people often enough, but its different finding strangers and finding family. He had been the one who had found Kathryn in the field. He had gone down and heard her screams and cries; it was a moment he was never going to forgot as long as he lived. So he wished Gordon wouldn't find them, he prayed that he wouldn't.

But someone had to.

A/N: So you didn't actually get to find out whether they made it in time or not this chapter. But of course I wasn't going to make it that easy for you! I hope you guys liked the second half, this part has always given me trouble. I can never get it to sound Tracy enough for my liking.

R&R lovelies. Thanks for reading!