I got back from Charleston last night at 11, so I zonked out. (Long bus ride!) But today I went straight to the computer to write, so I hope you enjoy!

By the way, Charleston is one of the most beautiful cities I've EVER seen! Rainbow Row is amazing! And my class's trip to the market and ghost tour was great.

The door slammed. Kate quickly looked up, and found John staring from across the room. He was holding a large folder. He silently walked a few steps forward, and then tossed the folder on the ground, where it landed right in front of Kate.

"Open it." The command was sharp. Kate decided now was not the time to fight. She had seen the familiar shape hooked unto his belt. Using both hands since they were tied together, she flipped open the folder. What was inside seemed to jump out at her. Stories, pictures, newspaper articles, everything was about her. John spoke softly.

"I followed you for years, Kate. I knew when you broke up with Alexander. And then your first wedding, and how much I wanted to kick your father's ass for hurting you, but also wanting to thank him for stopping it. But imagine my surprise when you met Alex again. You fell in "love" with him, didn't you, Kate? Ha. If only you had found out sooner, instead of the day before the next wedding. Eventually, you left New York, trying so hard to get away from the past. So I killed him for you. So you could come back. But you didn't, you stayed! Why would you want to stay here?! They hate you!" He had stepped closer while talking, and now was right next to her, yelling in her ear.

"You're wrong." She said, not looking up at him, but closing the folder. "They're my friends." He moved so he was facing her.

"Friends? Would friends antagonize you 24/7? Would friends gossip about you? Would friends say they wish you would just go home?" Now she looked up at him.

"That was a long time ago." She knew that everything he said was true, but things were different now. "And you're just trying to stop me from trusting anyone; just like you always have!"

"You can only trust me! I'm the only one!" He yelled, infuriated.

"Why the hell should I trust you?!" She yelled back, straightening a little. "You attacked and kidnapped me! And for all I know, Erica is dead!" Her face and tone screamed rage.

"SHUT UP!" With unsettling speed, he pulled the gun from the holster on his belt. He pushed the barrel against her neck, right where her jugular vein would be. But Kate only stared at him, trying to call his bluff. But she had a feeling that he would pull the trigger if he wanted to, and this time she chose to trust her instincts.

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"I'VE GOT HIM!" Nigel yelled as he and Bug zoomed out of Trace and into Autopsy 1, where everyone was talking as Garrett went over Alexander Johansen again. Everyone looked up.

"What? Where?!" Woody asked excitedly as he got out his cell to call in the location. Bug spoke in a rush.

"We found remnants of a Nicrophorus americanus egg sack on one of the shoe prints we lifted!" Everyone looked lost, expecting him to go on. Bug made a quick sigh. "The American Burying Beetle! They've started to re-introduce them to Massachusetts!"

"But that only narrows it down to this state! How are we going to narrow it down more?" Garrett asked. Nigel decided to take his turn.

"I did a search on known location where they've been set free, and the closest spot is about 100 miles from here."

"But that doesn't necessarily mean Anderson's there!"

"But hold on, luv!" Nigel said with his all-knowing grin that he used so much. "I also found an old cabin in the area, and who do you think it's signed to?" All eyes went wide at the obvious answer.

"I'll have officers there in half an hour!" Woody said as he got up and ran out the door, cell phone to his ear. The rest dropped what they were doing, even Garrett, and followed Nigel and Bug to the van. Within 40 minutes, they were outside John Anderson's cabin, along with 50 police officers, a SWAT team, and 2 ambulances.

XXX

"DAMN IT!" Kate could hear John yell outside of the room she was locked in. Something was happening. But it didn't matter, she was almost out. She continued to rub the rope that tied her hands in front of her with the small nail file she had had in her pocket the whole time. She had decided to use it now because John had told her he'd visit again in the morning, so she had plenty of time. Finally, the rope snapped.

"Yes!" She whispered to herself. She got up and stretched for a second, then moved around the room, feeling for a door. But, before she felt a door, she found a window with a wooden board covering it. She peeled it off, and realized she was in the middle of the woods. Then, out of the very edge of the window she could see police cars, and what seemed like hundreds of cops. Then, to her joy, she started to pick out her friends from the crowd. Woody with a megaphone, Jordan and Garrett next to him; Nigel, Bug, and Lily a few feet away. They had found her!

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" John yelled as he ran towards her, seemingly out of nowhere. Kate dodged, quicker than the big man could handle. She made a dash for the now visible doorway, with John trailing behind. She ran through the sparse cabin, trying to find an exit.

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"JOHN ANDESON! THIS IS THE BOSTON PD! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD AND NO ONE WILL GET HURT!" Woody said as calmly as he could through the megaphone. They waited a minute.

"No answer." Said Garrett. Woody grunted and tried again.

"THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" But to no avail.

"Wait." Said Lily, walking up to them. "Do you hear that?" Everyone went silent. They could hear the pounding of footsteps. Two pairs of them.