Author's note: To reader, I was surprised to get a review so quickly. I was even more surprised to see how quickly I was able to finish this chapter. Sorry if there is more than one error, I'm afraid I may have rushed this, I'll probably go over it and fix them if I find any.

During the first couple of minutes into the quiet drive, Emily took frequent glances over at James as he checks his weapons ammunition, his facial expression and body language was different from their usual behaviorisms. His eyes focused completely on his bullets as his fingers inserted the bullets into the clip one by one, putting them in like little miniature people put into their miniature homes.

She could barely recognized him as James Greaves, the young drifting mechanic that she had met years before at a party with her friends, now she saw an aging soldier preparing for one last job.

James finally stopped toying with his rifle, feeling the gaze of Emily's eyes on his back like a sixth sense as a chill ran up his spine, he looks over to her as she was back to focusing on the road. Then he asks "Are you okay Raven?"

"I'm fine James, just kind of worried about you. You've been acting weird since we started driving, and quiet too." Emily said, trying to conceal her concern. As she was speaking to James, the man she saw with the bullets in his fingers had vanished and now she was back with James again. James quickly replied "I'm just waiting to hear why I'm going with you on this raid. To be honest it should be easy for your people, everyone in that messed up, twisted family aside for that guy in the wheel is dead, and so it should be easy pickings."

"Yeah, well my boss said he wanted you to be there as our sniper." Emily said, repeating something she said before earlier in the drive, only that time she said simply that her boss was needing him and his rifle skills. James was still suspicious though, all his life he had never been able to trust cops, and to him the FBI were still cops, the only thing that was different between them was that one carried around a badge and the other carried an ID, that and the fact that they both used trigger happy SWAT teams, something he hated even more.

"But why do they need me? Don't your people have a few snipers of your their own that can do this one?" He quickly asked, giving Emily some room in the conversation to think of a way to explain it to him "We do, I guess Hotchner was given one but this sniper apparently knows you and said that you were more than capable to do this, so I guess that was good enough for the Bureau and they probably told my team to do just that."

James became a wee curious as to who it was that recommended him and asks "This sniper of yours got a name, or did they not tell you?"

"They told me the snipers name, in fact I know him, apparently you do to cause he spoke highly of you." Emily said. Still finding humor of it cruel that one man she was engaged to was an

Acquaintance of another man she once contemplated asking out after working with him, now she was kind of glad she did not.

James was still curious to hear the name of the sniper and asks "So who is this sniper that I supposedly?"

"Mick Rawson," Emily blurts out to James, watching as a conceited smirk formed on his face and he asks "Mick Rawson, around my height, a really, really good expert sniper, speaks in Welsh, a womanizer and has a bit of an ego on him."

"Oh, so you do know him. That's a nice change, I remember you being bad with remembering new people by name." Emily said, playfully teasing him. She wondered the extent of how he knew Rawson and his relationship with him because the expression on his face clearly showed to her that the two had some type of interaction in the past.

James then says "So, Welsh is an agent now? Pitiful, they let anyone join the FBI these days." As James said those words Emily could tell that he felt no animosity for Rawson, it was more of a friendly berating of an absent person. She then proceeds to ask "How do you know him?"

James eyes begin to narrow in on Emily and he asks "I could ask you the same thing Raven?"

Emily could hear the teasing jealousy in his voice. She then asks "That's funny James; I almost forgot how funny it is when you get jealous." He then replies chuckling and sarcastic "Me, jealous? No….I just happen to know Rawson a bit more than you do."

"I won't argue with you there, I only met him once when my Team had to work with his team, after that I was done with him." Emily said, telling a brief and obscure version of how she knew him and James asks "Really, I knew him well enough to know how he is with women and they tend to find him charming."

"Not me, I thought about it then I decided not to, I guess the ego was the deal breaker for me." Emily said as James continued to laugh before saying under his breath "Yeah that sounds just like him, especially the ego part."

"What about you, where did you meet him at?" Emily asked then James looks at her after his eyes begin to move around as he goes back in his memories before saying "I believe it was either in Kabul, I don't know, somewhere in either Iraq or Afghanistan, I just remember it being covered in sand, sand, and oh yeah more sand, after that I remember seeing him a few more times after that."

James starts to relax in his seat as they come closer to the meeting place near the edge of the wilderness "So, what do you think happens to anyone left in the Cullen family?"

Emily looks at him after he asks the question, curious as to whether this was a genuine concern; and she quickly realized it was, she could see it in his eyes and facial expression. She then asks "Aside for the one in the wheel chair, if there is no evidence to tie any other members to the crimes then they'll be free to leave, but James do you really believe there are any Cullen family members left?"

"I'm not sure." He said before falling into a brief period of silence once again, and then he jokingly asks "You know what's really funny though?"

"What?" Emily asked, and James looks over to her before saying "I spent most of my life wondering who my grandparent's families were, what kinds of families they came from and now I don't even care. It's like having a weight lifted off my shoulders—course the only downside is that one half, the Comescu half, turned out to be nothing but Romanian arms dealers, human traffickers and murders; and then there's the Cullen half, a bunch of murdering cannibals—though I got to say I find my granddads real name to be a bit of a sore."

"Why is that?" She asked before James replies "Oh nothing except like it sounds like the last name of a vampire from one of the worst vampire book and movie series I have ever seen or heard of—and I only ready a couple of chapters into it before realizing it was awful, just horribly awful."

"They're that bad?" Emily asked then James replies "You have no idea."

Finally they reach the meeting point; Emily parks her car by the road, on account of how any other available spots was taken. She could see the other members of her Team, spotting J.J. and the rest, along with Hostage Rescue Team members and various extra FBI agents who were on the scene.

Emily pulls her keys out of the ignition and starts to get out of the car, James took his rifle from the car as he exited with her to meet up with the rest of her team. As they walked through the crowds of FBI agents and HRT operatives Emily started to feel uncomfortable in the place they were in, like they did not belong, the crowd seemed to be unwelcoming to them.

James could feel it to, but then again he never did feel like he belongs anywhere and for him to be surrounded by law enforcement was definitely not something that was ever going to make him feel safe and sound. The looks that he was getting from the people there was not much of a help to his nervousness either.

They both pick up their speed, wanting to get to the team quickly and to be away from these people, hoping to have a feeling of safety again. As they come to reach the rest of the Team, they are found to be talking to a group of FBI agent that appeared to be of higher rank.

Both Emily and James could tell by looking at them that these agents were not the friendliest bunch to be around, they did not have a dastardly beard or look on their face, but something about them at first glance just rubbed the two of them the wrong way.

Morgan saw them first and says "Prentiss, about time. We've been waiting here for a while now." Then he looks to James and says "Greaves, good to see she brought you with her." Then he takes a closer look at how exhausted he appeared to be then he says "Wow, you look like crap."

James then replies as he shrugs his head "Don't know what to tell you, I didn't get much sleep last night."

As he was walking beside Emily, James saw the look the FBI agents were giving him. All but one of them seemed unfriendly to him. One of them quickly introduces himself as he starts to speak to the two "So this is the famous SSA Emily Prentiss I've heard so much about, my name is Agent Emerson Harris. By order of Director Fickler your unit, this case and this raid, are now under my jurisdiction."

Emily was in disbelief to hear this, that the Director would put this man in charge. She had never met Harris in person, but she had always heard rumors and tales of Agent Emerson Harris, a vile man to every extent, cruel towards others, uncaring, a couple of times she was told that he would accuse other agents of crimes to cover his own ass and willing to punish someone guilty of association to a person that is a criminal or that is related to a criminal.

She may have never met him person, but she could see that he was not there to make things easy for them. As he began to look at James, she knew that whatever his intentions were for him, they were not good.

The Agent seemed to have a particular distain for James as he began to berate him "So you're the CIA's great Sergeant James Greaves, not that impressive. They make you out to be some kind of hero and you very well may fancy yourself one, but you're not just a runaway punk from a long line of failures like your father and grandfather before you."

James then replies with a question showing that he in kind had no love of the man either "Well aren't you a friendly one, tell me have I done something to offend you? Do you like trying to intimidate people? Or do you prefer to just be an ass-hole?" then he follows up saying "If it's two or three there probably schools of kids down the road you can probably get more jolly's from scaring them."

James was unafraid of the man, he spent most of his life with self-righteous pricks like him breathing down his neck, it was nothing new for him to handle.

"I believe it's been confirmed that you are a relative of the people that we are now going to arrest, so why are you not in chains?" The smug agent was thoroughly an ass-hole to be sure, it did not take Emily long to realize this, nor did it appear that the team was oblivious to it either.

James then replies "Well aren't you just a smug bastard."

The Agent seemed humiliated at first as some started to laugh before saying in response "Well not to get to technical but I'm pretty sure your little brother is the bastard, oh wait that's right was the bastard till the cancer finally did him in. Oh well, one less piece trash to deal with."

After the words were heard out lout every one even Emily could see the look on James face, pure rage. Before anyone knew what happened next, James head butts him and then proceeds to knee him in the groin causing him to fall forward on the ground where he begin to look at James, starting to threaten him, but stops as he sees he now had a rifle pointed at the front of his head.

"Now I don't like you feds, personally I find you to be buffoons who couldn't find your ass in the dark with both hands and a map. I didn't have to come here, I was asked by them (Pointing to the team) to come and help them, if I wanted to hear some prick insult me I would have walked into the police station."

Emily and the team were flabbergasted, there was no other word to describe how baffled and shocked and surprised they were. Emily was seeing as some were ready to aim their weapons at him, but suddenly one of the agents who accompanied Harris stops them and says "Mr. Greaves, I can understand your desire to shoot Harris. Believe me when I say the thought has crossed my mind once or twice, but for now I need you to just let him go and tolerate him."

James looks up to him and asks "I thought he was in charge?"

The other agent was confused at first then he realized that he was not introduced yet and say "Oh right, where are my manners? My name is agent Lucas Riley, I'm with the HRT's, and I was actually given the same amount of control in this raid and case as much as him. Although we have no real control over this case, the BAU still does, we were just brought in to keep things from messing up any more than it already has."

James quickly believes the man and says "Fine." He then looks down at the still hurting Harris and says "If you ever call my brother a bastard again I will stick the rifle so far up your ass that I will use you as my new gun case. Got it?"

Harris nods his head as he looks up at James, terrified that he was capable of even saying that. Whatever bravado or pride he possessed, it was long gone.

They all watch as he is taken away by Riley's order and James asks "Why are you people waiting around here anyway? Shouldn't you being getting ready for the raid or checking to see if there were any more mines out there, like the one Raven stepped on?"

"Mines?" Riley asked, then he says "Oh right, yeah I sent a bomb squad to search the area. After a thorough check they collected in total ten mines in the area surround what we've identified as the cabin."

Riley then shows him one of the mines that were brought back after it was disarmed. James quickly picks it up in his hands, much to Emily's discomfort who says "James be careful."

James did not respond; he was so focused on the mine that it was like she and the others were thousands of miles from him. His fingers begin to feel around the bomb, seemingly looking for something of importance, and he find two letters engraved on the side of it, two initials B.G.

"Billy Gunther?" James said uncomfortably, muttering them under his breath at so low a volume that the others could barely hear him.

Afghanistan, 2002

Sergeant James Greaves stood behind the HUMVEE for cover, holding an M4A1 with multiple attachments including a scope, with his suppressed SR-25 sniper rifle slung over his shoulder by its strap.

He quickly comes out of cover, firing his improvised weapon on the Taliban insurgents. As the remnants of the enemy combatants slowly start to drop one by one, he begins to see them retreat into the Desert Street and road.

Greaves slowly walks out from cover with his weapon raised, scanning the area for anymore enemy personnel, suddenly as he doing this he hears a click and stops dead in his tracks before saying "Uh Levi, McGarrett, I have a problem. "

James remained motionlessly still; he had never stood on a mine before, but the target which he had been pursuing for the past few months had killed a number of soldiers with similar bombs, the most notable one being mines. He was given so many drills on how to recognize one by sight or sound that he believed he was going to go mad if he heard it again.

As the team comes towards him, with his best friend Oliver Levi the closest. Suddenly Corporal Walker friend, but still forced himself to remain still after it happened.

"Hanna, check on the Corporal." McGarrett says to one of his men as he walks over to Greaves with Oliver to help him. Oliver looks down at James foot, finding the foot the mine was under and says "James stay perfectly still, don't move a muscle."

Greaves complied with his friend and managed to keep his body still as Oliver bends down and digs up the top part of a land mine.

McGarrett looks back at Hanna who was looking after Walker then back to James then down to Levi and asks "What do you see Levi?"

Oliver looks up at the Lieutenant Commander and says after he looks back down to mine "Yes sir, it's definitely Gunther's, not sure if it's just one of his normal weight triggers or the weight trigger mixed with a timer."

"Can you disarm it?" James asks, continuing to remain still and Oliver looks over to one of the dead Taliban bodies and says "McGarrett, bring me one of those bodies. I can use it to replace James weight and get him off without setting off the bomb."

McGarrett complies, bringing the body to them in a matter of seconds. Oliver takes the body and slowly rolls it on the edge of Greaves foot before pushing him off while at the same time put the body on the land mine.

Greaves backs away, both grateful to finally be off of it and at the same time still in shock of how he was almost blown to bits. Then he remembered how Walker lost his leg, but by the time he got over to him and Hanna, Walker was already gone.

It was then that Greaves saw the small crater where the remains of the land mine still sat. His hand reached down, pulling it out and examining letters engraved on the bottom side.

BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME SEAL TEAM SIX—BILLY GUNTHER

Back to the present

Coming back to the present James was still examining the land mine recovered, his eyes perplexed on the initials. It burned to just repeat the name of the man who killed one of his friends, and then he took a peek inside the mechanism of the mine.

He was still unsure of how the man behind this could still be alive.

Emily was still unable to get a response out of him, saying his name over and over again, but he did not respond. Then she grabs him by the shoulder and says "Hey James, what wrong with you?"

Finally James snapped out of the trance and looks over to the team who was staring at him.

Morgan then asks "Billy Gunther, is that someone you know? A friend?"

James quickly looked at Morgan when he said that name, like someone said the name of a demon, he was horrified to hear the name said out loud again and replies "I assure you that Gunther is no friend of mine, he more like a gun for hire that I'd be more than happy to see hang."

"Did he make those bombs?" Hotchner asks; having a feeling deep down that he knew more than he was telling. James knew bluffing would be getting him into more trouble than he was already in and comes clean saying "Yeah, The Cullen's didn't, those hill billy's wouldn't have the knowledge or-the resources for that matter-to make one like this, Gunther probably more than likely made this bomb, He was notorious for making these things then carving his initials on them. I doubt we'll be able to find him if he's even here."

"Why?" Emily asked, and then James replies "Because Gunther like his pals is a merc, he does a job, and then he gets paid and leaves, after that he'll turn up somewhere else."

"Pals, you mean there's probably other's behind this?" Emily asked before James replies "Yeah, he or one of his amigos probably helped Tyler kill Brody and the SWAT team along with Elkins. I think you guy's may have been on to something when you asked why the Cullen family waited two years to finally confront me, I'm starting to get the idea that someone pushed them to this."

"Why would they do that? And who would even know about them to begin with?" J.J. asked. The question was one that James himself wanted to know, he then says "Well if I—if any of us want any answers I know where to get some."

"Where?" Riley asks, and then James says "The only one who still alive, the man in the wheel chair."