"What do you mean Veger's friend knows Carroll?! And now he's here? That's too more we, actually I have to baby sit, seeing as you OR Weston can't behave yourselves!"

"Calm down Parker, you're over reacting."

Veger smirked as he sat lounging comfortably in a chair, seemingly unaffected about everything going on nor did his injuries look to bother him; one or two of his ribs had to have been cracked, and suddenly Parker had the urge to punch him in the gut, make him squirm the way the rest of them were making her squirm. If she had her way, he would be off the case, but now that he was part of the game, just like Hardy, he was going nowhere.

"Overreacting? I'll show you overreacting."

It was Parker's turn to smirk as she turned on heel and walked out of the room. She was on her phone next, dialing a guard.

"Get Joe into the interrogation room, I'm on my way."

She huffed and clicked her phone shut, hard and strutted down to meet Joe, a grin on her face as she entered the room.

"Oh, I do enjoy seeing you in chains, even if your minions are still out there running about."

"Jealous you are not a part of this like the rest?"

Joe smiled, and hummed out the question, he was relaxed, he always was, even when he did not know why he was being summoned.

"I should be, I'm quite sick of babysitting that lot out there."

"Such a shame."

"Maybe, anyways, I've got a surprise for you."

"Oh?"

Parker walked out, this was her over reacting, she was throwing a rather meaty bone to the wolf. She was smirking as the guards shoved Reese into the room.

"Oh my, this is interesting."

Joe chimed as he instantly recognized the quiet male from his classes.

"Interesting because your subjects are sloppy? That I'm still alive?"

Joe leaned forward. Titling his head slightly as he folded his hands on the table. Yes, he had planned for outside sources to get involved, there were a few for the CIA as well as NCIS should they somehow take an interest. Oh yes, everyone was going to have their chapter should they get involved it was just how and who.

"Never thought I'd see you again. We did have our moments."

Flash back to 2003 again, the killings were still going on but Reese wasn't phased by them. He didn't try to console anyone; he didn't attend memorials or bother with safety meetings. It had nothing with him being a male and the killings sticking to women either, he just didn't care. Death was a natural thing, forced or not, shit happened; and after growing up surrounded by it, it didn't matter anymore.

"Reese, stay after would you?"

The class was packing up, all of them eager for their breaks, to go out of town. There was no point to Reese leaving, spending useless money to fly back just to be at Verger's beck and call. He was going to get his money's worth out of his apartment, even if it meant reading for the next week and half in nothing but his briefs.

He stayed put until everyone was gone before making his was to the desk.

"Professor?"

"Ah yes, I haven't seen you at any memorials. A Lot of the students have asked me to speak."

"Well, you are charming and do have a way with words."

"So, I've been told, but so do you."

"Perhaps only in your class. It's what people want to hear when you are called out on a day to day basis."

"Oh, I do apologize for that, you just have so much potential. But, why don't you go."

"You know why, I've told you."

"It's too common."

"Right."

"You've seen it before."

"You're not asking."

"No."

"My mum killed my dad, blew out the brains of my baby sister's skull before offing herself. I happened to not be home. Science fair no one came too."

Reese cringed slightly, he tried not to, he told himself he didn't care, but he did, he just kept it all locked away. But why tell Joe, because he knew the man was fascinated with death? He was an idiot.

Even Joe seemed slightly taken a back. Reese could be so plain in his words, but they way the fell, the way his pupils dilated, the vein in the side of his head throbbed, his lips moving, that's what ,made his voice unique, he would always be emotionally readable.

"You're remembering, aren't you?"

Reese snapped his focus back to Carroll

"If I fascinated you so much, why didn't you kill me?"

"Because the setting was never right."

Reese grinned from ear to ear, he had known all along, they were emotionally attached tone another for all the wrong reasons. Reese wanted a way to embrace death and have it embrace him so he could part the world correctly, Carroll wanted him dead but never had the opportunity to make him into art the way both of them could see Reese; Green and blossoming, streaming sunlight on a fresh kill.