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Zuko's POV

She raised a brow at this. "Why do I need to go there?"

"It will offer you some insight, and perhaps you'll be able to connect with Aang," I replied with a shrug.

Korra sighed and I could tell she was thinking about it, trying to decide if she needed my help that badly, no doubt. "Fine," she answered. "You have my word."

"Very well," I answered. "The last time I fought Combustion Man, he was defeated by a blow to his third eye. I'm assuming some sort of device is protecting it."

She nodded. "Yes."

"Remove the shield, pierce the eye and that will be the end of it," I told her. Korra stood and bowed, heading towards the door. "Oh and Korra?" I called. She stopped to look at me. "I said I liked your direct approach, but perhaps you should consider the way you're going about these criminals."

"I've been reading Avatar Aang's journals," Korra replied. "There's an entry where he wrote the advice his past lives gave him when he was dealing with Ozai." I watched her, waiting for her to continue. "I like what Kyoshi said: Only justice will bring you peace." Something flickered in her eyes when she said this, a longing that I couldn't place. "I couldn't agree more."

I watched her leave, my eyes boring into the door long after she left. I'd seen so much turmoil in those cyan eyes, so much pain. She was good at hiding her expressions; I imagine she'd had plenty of practice in the Boiling Rock, especially with Howl as a teacher.

She had aged. Matured. Her once excited and mischievous features were now worn and solemn. I wondered if Katara had- no she most definitely had. Katara was like Korra's second mother; she would notice the deadness in those eyes that had seen more than they needed to.

I sighed, wondering if Korra really had any intention of going to The Swamp. She had the information she wanted, she had no reason to keep her word. I shook my head. She would. This Korra was new but she wouldn't throw my trust away.

She needed people to believe in her and help her, whether she was willing to admit it or not.

Mako's POV

After the Chief found out about the raid, I was reinstated at work, saying she could probably protect me better yet. I had mentally rolled my eyes at that. I didn't need protection, I had been on the streets since I was eight, and I knew how things worked. After a long day of work, I took the files of the Blue Spirit and headed home but stopped when I heard a familiar voice.

"You really don't go out, do you?" Asami asked. I looked back and noticed her sitting in one of the benches of the station. "What are you doing here?"

"This is the Police Station and I'm a cop. I work here," I replied. "The better question is, what are you doing here?"

She sighed and gestured me towards her. I put the files next to her and waited for her to continue. "I wanted to talk to you about last night," she whispered.

"You mean how I saved both you and your best friend," I remarked. "You're welcome. Just doing my job."

"I think you know I meant the other thing."

"I don't want to talk about that," I said picking up the files once again and making a move to leave.

"I talked to Korra," Asami said. I stopped and turned to face her. "She was…ok with it."

"That's because she knew," I answered. I remembered how Korra had reacted when she found out about Asami and me dating. She had to have known. The Sato heiress shook her head, as if trying to deny it. "Did you see her face when she found out?"

"She, I mean she couldn't-"

"Asami," I said. "She didn't even blink. She knew."

"Then why didn't she say anything?"

"I don't know," I sincerely answered. "Maybe because she knows her opinion doesn't really matter to me."

She nodded before getting up. "Well…I know this might be too soon but," she began. "Now that everything is out, you think…you think you and I…?"

I looked at the floor. Asami and I'd had a great time. We went out, did what almost every couple does, but…I didn't know what was stopping me to be with her again. When we broke up, it had been because of me. I didn't know what she saw in me.

"I don't know," I repeated.

The green eyed raven haired girl smiled and nodded her head. "Well how about we take it, one step at a time," she suggested. "Let's go have something to eat.

I sighed knowing I probably shouldn't but I slowly nodded my head. She smiled and I held my arm out so she could take it. She gladly did and we walked out of the station to Narook's to have something to eat.

Lin's POV

Shortly after Kai, the leader of one of the notorious gangs in Republic City, had been found I had gone to investigate. If it hadn't been for the fact he was a scumbag I might've felt sorry for the guy. I mean, he had a giant hole right through his chest. I interviewed the people there and they pointed out a man, Firebender by chance, who had last been seen with the leader.

"So you're telling me this guy with a third eye on his forehead is the one responsible for Kai's death," I asked.

The man, Lee, as he was called, nervously nodded. "Yes," he replied. "I already told you what I know. The Blue Spirit appeared and then that guy took a blast at Kai. He would have killed me too if it hadn't been for the Spirit."

I nodded thoughtfully. "Well the way I see it, Mr. Lee is that you really have no alibi," I stated. "But you do have a motive."

"What?" Lee said. "I would never do that to anyone!" He looked over at Kai's body and I saw him turn a little green before his gaze flickered back to me.

"The man was harassing you and your family," I continued. "The way I see it is that you had an opportunity to take him down and you did just that."

"No!" he said, shaking his head. "I was tied up! I didn't do that!"

"When I arrived you were untied and had marks on you. There was a broken bottle nearby, which makes me believe you two argued and you took him out."

"The Blue Spirit Airbended the bottle out of his hand!" he continued. "I swear! Do I even look big enough to over power that guy?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lee, but I will have to place you under arrest until we get this all figured out," I simply stated, gesturing two of my officers forward. The man got up and tried to fight but he was quickly subdued. "This is not looking good for you," I added. "Take him away."

"I'm telling you, I didn't do it!" he continued to shout.

I had tried using my mother's old method to figure out if he was telling the truth but the man was just too nervous to get a clear read. All the circumstantial evidence led to his guilt and I did feel bad for the poor guy, but until everything was resolved I would keep him under arrest.