Why Brenda? Because it had to be. She was the only one who could figure out who Ghostface was. It was only fitting that she be the one to take the shot.

For fifteen years, Ghostface has been an international terror, murdering for cash and impossible to see much less find. Weapon of choice, knife, Ghostface moved silently like the night. The CIA took interest when one of their agents was stabbed to death in Egypt in 2005. He had been very close to dismanteling a terrorist cell that had been operating outside of Cairo. He had been in a crowded club and stepped outside for a cigarette. Ghostface had been waiting. He never stood a chance.

The CIA always figured that Ghostface had an accomplice, that someone arranged when and where and the payments, and he just showed up to kill. In 2010, Morgan Winters came up on their radar. She was a cultural attache, which explained her travel to various countries, and would have given her the perfect cover to assist Ghostface. When she appeared in Los Angeles in 2013, they asked a former employee, a one Brenda Leigh Johnson, to shadow her, see what she could learn. Brenda was sitting at a cafe, drinking a cup of coffee, reviewing her case file when she saw Morgan Winters herself casually walking down the street. Brenda left money on the table and followed her to a hotel room. It didn't take Brenda long to figure out that Will Pope had rented the room.

Brenda started to build her case against Winters. The woman had way more money than a cultural attache could have possibly made legally. She always had new clothes, accessories and stayed in the fanciest hotels. Her money came from somewhere and she didn't file taxes anywhere as far as Brenda could tell. The Agency was convinced that she was Ghostface's handler, but Brenda couldn't prove that. Brenda could prove, however, that the woman used fraudulent paperwork to secure her visa. Winters self-deported to escape a ten year ban from the country and Brenda continued to investigate. She knew Winters would be back, and she needed to be ready when the time came.

Something kept troubling Brenda about the case. She felt like she knew Morgan Winters, but she didn't know from where. She also couldn't talk to anyone about the case. No one, not even her husband, knew that she was moonlighting for the agency. She needed money, and it was her fault she didn't have any. Fritz spent his inheritance on her legal defense, and she felt like she owed it to him to try and get the money back. There was a big reward for catching Ghostface, and Brenda could sure use it.

She stared at her laptop, hoping for the pieces to come together, but they never did. They just stayed a scrambled mess.

Knock Knock. Brenda didn't answer the door. It opened anyway. Sharon stepped in. "Chief, is this a bad time?"

"You can call me Brenda, and I don't know if there will ever be a good time, so you may as well come in."

"The plea deal in the Ross case fell through, and we need help investigating it."

"What do you need?" Brenda sounded like she was barely awake.

"Anything. Evidence that he's drugged people without their knowledge before, that he understood the consequences of mixing this drug with alcohol, anything that would do away of his claim that he lacked criminal intent."

"That's his defense?"

"It is now."

"I'll have my team take a look."

"Are you allright?"

"What?" No one had asked her that in a long time. Even Fritz stopped asking, since she'd rarely tell him what was wrong anyway.

"You're normally a bundle of energy, and you look like you're ready to pass out."

"Did you ever have a case that was just wearing you down. You work on it day after day, and instead of getting answers, you're just as confused as you were when you started?"

"We all get cases like that. You can't let it consume you."

Brenda looked at her. It seemed as if this case already had.

"Maybe you should take a break. I find that yoga can help clear my head sometimes."

Brenda snickered.

"Why is that funny?"

"Isn't yoga supposed to be relaxing and peaceful?"

"And?"

"And I have never seen you relaxed."

"I could say the same thing about you, Chief." Sharon left.

Brenda tried this whole yoga thing and what a bunch of hooey. The guy would talk and talk and Brenda would be too panicked about trying to get her poses right to have anytime to relax or meditate or whatever it was she was supposed to be doing. She didn't get any closer to solving her case, but one day, for whatever reason, she decided to meditate on her own. She closed her eyes and folded herself up and started to have a lucid dream. Her mind went back to Paris, back to the day when she saw the poor guard die. She felt the hands that pushed her down and in a split second, she saw his face. No. She saw her face. That's how she knew Morgan Winters. She wasn't the handler for Ghostface. She was Ghostface. That was the puzzle piece that didn't fit before. That's why Brenda couldn't figure out how she communicated with Ghostface, how he got in and out of the countries where he struck. He didn't exist. She did it all herself.

When Brenda called Elaine, she thought Brenda was nuts.

"You got this all from a dream."

"I was there. I saw her. I just didn't process it."

"Until 13 years later."

"It all fits. Why do you think we could never figure out how she spoke with him or how he got in and out of the country undetected? We were looking for a man who never existed in the first place."

Elaine was skeptical, but Brenda was right. Winters turned out to be Ghostface and when she returned, Brenda got Buzz to help her hack Winters computer. They found her money. She had put it all in coins.

The reward for catching Ghostface was over a million dollars, dead or alive. Brenda wanted them to take her alive, but the CIA preferred her dead. Alive, she might escape, get a deal, reveal all kinds of secrets as to who hired her and for what purpose. The State Department was adamant that she not be taken into custody. Perhaps, they had used her services to free themselves of a foreign dictator. It was all speculation, but one thing was certain. Ghostface was to die, tonight. Brenda waited, ready to shoot. All she needed was to get the final command, for them to say the word, "now!" Once she heard it, she would pull the trigger and it would all be over. Officially, they would claim it was a political assassination and that the drug cartels were responsible, and the CIA would clandestinely claim their reward money. Brenda would get her payout and they would part ways, never speaking of this incident again. She wasn't willing to kill for the money, although she was going to keep it. She was in it to get the target of of her and Flynn's backs. She needed to do this. She couldn't back down now. She was behind the gun, sight on her target, loaded and ready.

Brenda was starting to get anxious. Why hadn't they called yet? Why hadn't they just said "now" so she could be done with this mess? Her phone started to ring.