It had been over 20 minutes and she still hadn't gotten out of her car to go into the office. Abbie's mind was still on Crane, wondering if her words to him had been too much.

She was hurt. Yes. But she hadn't meant to project that hurt onto him. Not like that.

Crane was an old soul. Sensitive to his actions in his past world and this one. And Abbie knew that if anyone could cut him down to his lowest, it was probably her.

She picked up her phone to call him, but stopped herself.

As much as she wanted to make sure he was ok, she still needed him to understand the pain he had caused her by leaving. Admittedly, Abbie did not let people in very often. But she had with Crane, almost from the very beginning. And his leaving caused her to question every single decision she had ever made when it came to him. Especially when it came to her goals and dreams of rising within the Bureau vs. her duty as a Witness.

She finally gathered herself together and walked into the building, staring at Agent Reynolds who looked like he was in the middle of something big.

She began walking over to her desk and he looked up, motioning her over to where he stood.

"Good, you're here early." He said, pulling her away into his office.

"Look… it appears as though we may have a big break on the Myers case. One of our informants called in this morning stating he was staying at an apartment downtown that just recently got converted into condos. The building doesn't even have final permits but apparently Myers is living there."

"You up for taking him down?" He said, a smile creeping on his face. "This could be big for us, Mills. Just the kind of publicity and shine we need to push us out on top and away from this city onto bigger and better things."

Abbie watched as he searched her face for the answer he knew she would give. Taking down Myers would be big for her…. exactly what she needed to get her name recognized by some of the top level Bureau authorities.

She looked up at Reynolds and smiled.

"Let's do this."

…

When they got to the location, she met with Reynolds and the team to go over the plan one last time. Having been the lead on this case for almost 4 months, Abbie knew the suspect like the back of her hand. He was violent, yes. But also a cautious man. He was one of the top arms and weapons dealers this side of the Mississippi and no doubt would have loads of security and protection in place to make sure his capture alluded the authorities.

She felt her heart beating a mile a minute and knew that this case… this suspect wasn't going down without a fight. She was pulled out of her trance by one of the agents asking if she was ready.

She looked down at her Kevlar vest, her form of protection from the bad men and women that walked the Earth and nodded. Yes, she was ready. Ready to face this challenge just like she had any other and come out on top.

Five minutes later, she found herself in the hallway leading up to the doorway of his alleged residence. So far they had faced no security. No men trying to stop their entrance and lead them away from this place. She had an inkling to call the whole thing off. Something didn't feel right…

But she didn't. She knew she would get reamed by Reynolds for not carrying through with the mission. So she carried on.

They pounded on the front door, announcing their entrance to nothing but silence. And three seconds later, her team had knocked it down to find an empty apartment. Music was still playing giving clues that they had been forewarned about the FBI coming. But Myers was nowhere to be seen.

She had them do a sweep of the place, still not finding a soul. Abbie found herself in Myers master bedroom, looking around at the man's possessions. He was eclectic… his taste ranging from leopard throw rugs to modern day art displayed on the nightstand. And she silently wondered how he could live with himself, surrounded by all of these beautiful items, yet his heart filled with evil.

It took the team about 20 minutes to clear everything and come to the realization that they wouldn't be capturing Myers that day. Somehow, the criminal had known they were coming. Leaving little clues that he had been tipped off like the tv still on… a bagel still in the toaster oven… the sink faucet still running cold in the bathroom.

Abbie was the last one to leave the apartment and was almost out of the room when she heard it. A sound, coming from the closet her team should've searched.

She got her on her radio to quickly call another agent, not knowing if she was hearing things or if her team had missed something big.

It wasn't until she stepped closer to the closet that she saw it. A shadow underneath the doorway right before it flew open and a man appeared.

Myers.

Abbie attempted to raise her gun but was cut off by a piercing shot through the silence.

She felt it before she realized what had happened. She had been shot.

And as she looked down, she realized his aim had been perfect. She was hit right above the Kevlar vest, dangerously close to her beating heart and on target for major arteries.

He stood over as she lay fallen on the floor of his bedroom, blood now leaving her body in an alarming pace.

"Agent Mills", he said softly as he brushed his finger over her cheek. "Just know this isn't personal… but I needed you to disappear off my trail for good."

She watched him disappear through the closet door, a hidden passage way through the floorboard, and her mind thought of only one thing before the blackness ensued.

Crane…