First of all, I've finally decided that this version takes place between episode six (the fall) and episode seven (let me go). So Paul and Jacob are on their own, Emma has Joey, and Joe has yet to call in Olivia Warren. I will use some of the plot lines from season one from here on out but clearly they will be delayed and won't work exactly the same.

Secondly, I'd like to thank everyone for the words of encouragement I've received since bringing this story back. I'm also glad to see that many feel the same way I do with the old story. I've reread the original Trigger Girl several times and I cringe when I get to certain parts. I rushed chapters to get more reviews and I forced a lot of things I wish I hadn't. That being said, I'm thrilled to be writing this again, no other piece of fanfiction that I've ever written has meant so much to me and that is mainly because of all the love and support I receive from you guys. So thank you, you made this rewrite happen. I hope you enjoy the next chapter.

With a team rushing off to Killbourn Island, Liette was left under the watchful eyes of agents who had been warned about the uncertainty of her loyalty. She had been barred from the solitary corridors of the prison, kept far away from Joe who had gone back to his room to settle into his bed for at least a few hours. Liette wanted nothing more than to finish her conversation with him, even if that meant being in his presence again.

It was as if she stood on the axis of the world and it was spinning beneath her. Absolute chaos erupted around her and she grasped desperately for any stable part of her reality that might allow her to remain in control. She sat down alone at a table in the operations room, her eyes falling upon the evidence board that was displayed at the front of the room.

The board was filled with pictures of Joe's followers, unfamiliar faces scattered amongst ones she did recognize: Joe's victims. With Sarah Fuller included there was an unlucky thirteen of them. Their age and their blonde hair linked them together and of course the ease that Joe had in gaining access to them. They hadn't all been in his classes but they had all been students at Winslow. Joe was a hunter and he had hunted within him comfort zone at the university. It was the beginning of the profile and with her expertise Liette could have kept going but she found herself sidetracked as she looked to the centre of the board, her eyes focusing on Joe. They hadn't used his mug shot but his employee picture from Winslow.

There was no denying that Joe was handsome but looking at the picture Liette knew that it was more than that. Joe had a brilliant mind, filled with riddles and secrets that had been the forbidden wine of his young female students and Liette had tasted that wine more than most. Liette could remember Sarah Fuller participating in class, hanging onto Joe's words and taking in his encouragement with enthusiasm but as far as Liette knew, she had been the only student to actually spend time with Joe outside of class.

The quad had been covered in snow over the Christmas break and Liette had returned from her warm southern home to enjoy her first snowfall. Classes wouldn't return for a few days but that had not stopped Liette from enjoying being back in Virginia. She had received a lovely surprise from her parents for Christmas; a camera that she swore had cost too much but had accepted anyway. Now, her first real encounter with snow was the first thing she would capture in the lens.

While most students were spending the morning and afternoon tucked in their warm beds some had come out to start snowball fights or lace up their skates for a bit of fooling around on the pond. Liette had bundled herself up in as much winter gear as possible before swinging her new camera over her neck, heading out of her dorm to enjoy the quad. As per usual she was on her own but she had no problem with that, she never had. Her camera was a new warming company and as she starting to take pictures and experiment with the settings she realized she had needed this machine long before this moment.

The snow lightly fell around her, dampening her hat as it melted but not enough to wet the hair underneath. Her curls bounced as she moved along the plowed sidewalk, careful of any ice patches that would likely land her on her backside. She skaters caught her attention, different sized figures gliding along the glassy surface with bright smiles. It looked like so much fun but Liette had tried rollerblading before and skates looked similar so she assumed the outcome would be just as disastrous. Her first time on rollerblades had caused the only bone breaking she had ever had to deal with in her nineteen years of life. Snapping a quick picture of the skaters she let go of her envy only to continue moving through the quad to get another picture.

Liette's eye was pressed firmly up against the view finder as she snapped a few pictures of the snow covered statue of the school's founder. Her focus blurred and her shot was ruined as he jumped at the touch of a hand on her shoulder. Whipping around she held the expensive camera firmly in her grasp as she came to face her company.

"Welcome back." Joe stood just a foot away from her, his outstretched arm falling away from her and to his side with a joyful swing. His chin was hidden under a grey scarf that wrapped around his neck and puffed up the breast of his jacket but his smile peaked over the material. "Enjoy your holiday?"

"I did." Liette responded almost immediately, her eyes happily welcoming her professor into sight. In reality it made most sense that it would be him tapping her on the shoulder. She had already exchanged courtesy welcome back's with her dorm mates and the writer's society had had their first meeting so the one person left on campus who would actually approach her was Joe."Did you?" she asked, allowing her arms to fall down to her side as her camera hung gently around her neck.

"I did."

"Any special gifts for Christmas?" Liette asked, swaying slightly on her feet.

"Yes." Joe said but he seemed to hesitate in speaking more. He watched as Liette moved onto the balls of her feet and then back onto her heels. He considered diverting the conversation away from the current one but he couldn't as her eyes peered into him, asking for answers. It was not the same look she gave him when she was thirsting for knowledge but it was enough to unfortunately open his lips once more. "I'm going to have a son."

"Congratulations." Liette responded without a breath. "Children aren't my cup of tea but you look happy." Generally Liette thought of Joe as a happy person. Only on a few rare occasions had she noted irritation or anger in him and that had been during class. People who did not do the readings got on his nerves and so did cellphones. In general though Joe was always charmingly happy and he seemed no different now.

"It was a surprise." Joe nodded. "Was this yours?" he asked, his gloved right hand reaching forward to lightly skim the material of the strap around her neck.

"Yes. It was too much but my parents thought it would be nice for me to capture my first snowfall." Liette said, her hands reaching up to whole the camera beneath her hands once Joe drew his back.

"You'd never seen snow before?" Joe's eyes widened.

"Not until I flew back here." Liette responded with a small shrug.

"Well then you shouldn't just be looking at it through a camera lens, you should be enjoying it! Put the camera down and experience it for a bit." he suggested. Liette watched as Joe bent down and scooped some loose snow up into his hand before he raised his palm up near his lips so he could blow the snow in Liette's face. The sudden coldness touched her warm skin and began to melt but not before some of it clumped on her eyelashes and her nose.

"Professor Carroll!" Liette shook the snow from her face, laughing but also shocked by his childishness. She blushed slightly as he reached up and brushed some snow off the tip of her nose. He leaned in with a smile as he spoke again.

"Art must be lived, Liette."

Art. Joe thought that all of this was art. Liette had only ever known him as a lover of literature and the romantic period as a whole but it was clear now that his true idea of art was sadistic and twisted. Her eyes left the image of his face and wandered back to his victims. Flashes of their mangled bodies entered her mind like lightning strikes that were too close for comfort. Each flash made Liette feel more and more fearful of being here. What if he had intended to take her as a victim all along? What if he had dragged her back into his life so he could do to her what he had done to the others? It was clear that Joe was relentless. He had went after Sarah Fuller to finish the job after all these years. If he had plans for Liette in the beginning, she had no doubt that he would try and go through with them now.

What part did she have to play in this twisted story?

"Arnaut." Agent Mitchell approached the table Liette was sitting at and took a seat across from her, shielding Liette from the view of the pictures on the board. With Mike's location known to the other agents, Deirdre had a chance to stop scouring the computer for some clue on how to find their missing agent. She still had lots of work to do with Joey Mattews missing but for a moment she needed to separate herself from the computer screen. "How are you doing?"

"Fine." Liette lied, closing up for Mitchell like she did for everyone else.

"Your psycho ex-professor drags you back into his life and you want me to believe your fine?" Deirdre's eyebrow arched in a suspecting matter. Their team dealt with people like Joe all the time but as agents they were rarely personally connected to them. Besides, even as the technical analyst Deirdre was still part of a team of profilers and it wasn't difficult for her to pick up the fact that something was wrong.

"I've been better." Liette altered her answer but didn't give much more to it.

Deirdre watched the blonde for a moment, carefully examining how the other girl chewed on her lip and picked at her finger nails all while avoiding eye contact. Debra had warned the rest of the team to be wary of Liette and Deirdre understood why. The young woman before her was either suffering from a slowing approaching anxiety attack due to her discomfort or she was feeling nervous about being trapped in a room with fellow agents who might figure her out. It was completely up in the air whether or not Liette was one of Joe's accolades but like Debra, Deirdre wanted to believe that they were smart enough to not let a cult member into their ranks. Becoming an agent was a vigorous process and although Liette's heightened intelligence had granted her a smoother entry process Deirdre doubted it had been enough to miss any psychopathic tendencies she could have been hiding.

The team had always been kind enough to Liette, with a few exceptions. There were those that whispered about her for missing every staff party and complained that she had never joined one of the bureaus many teams. Liette was a bit of a social recluse amongst an organization that tried to build family units inside of it. She was the black sheep of that family but agents like Deirdre and Mike had always been good at trying to shepherd her towards the others instead of letting her wander on her own. Sometimes it was more difficult to do than other times and Deirdre could tell by the distancing look in Liette's eyes that it might be hard to guide her back to them today.

"You can talk about it you know."

"You all think I'm one of them." Liette's eyes were dark as she raised them to meet Deirdre's. Agent Mitchell sat back a little, her back coming to form a straight line against the bars of the metal chair she was seating upon. Liette wasn't known for being the most chipper person on the team but there was still a transformation occurring. Mitchell was used to the logical little genius who liked to run her mouth about useless facts before getting to the point. She was used to Liette quoting books she should have long forgotten or referencing movies that she should have never seen. While Liette's extensive knowledge could get tiresome and irksome it was something to be thankful for. The girl had saved her many hours trying to research obscure items that they came across in their cases.

However, as Liette stared at her with pursed lips and dreadful eyes Deirdre was given no speech about relics from Egypt or the religious beliefs of the people of Babylon. Instead a chilling silence lingered between them, filled only by the fact that the other agents in the room continued on with their word as if nothing was there. Deirdre longed to be distracted by the keys of her keyboard again, focused on her computer screen even if her eyes had begun to blur after staring at if for the past twenty some hours. She needed sleep but now she was sure this image of Liette would haunt her dreams if she closed her eyes.

"Liette, what's wrong?" It was too wide of a question but Deirdre hoped to open Liette up with some signs of caring. She wanted the other young woman to know that she hadn't come over here to try and elicit some surprise confession that she had been working for Joe all along. That was the last thing Deirdre wanted.

"I don't want to be here." Liette answered, almost just as vaguely. "It's too much."

None of them really wanted to be there. This case was an embarrassment to every agent who had worked on it so far. They had had very small successes in all of this. Hardy had saved his sister in New York and they had found Joey Matthews safe but Emma Hill had gotten away with him. So far Joe's people were winning and it was frustrating. The guards of this prison had lost colleagues when Joe had escaped, Sarah Fuller had had her old nightmare return and Claire Matthews had lost her son to her monster of a husband. None of them were winning, only Joe and his people seemed to have truly succeeded at anything. Even locked up, Joe seemed to be getting everything he wanted.

Liettel pushed back her chair with her heels, standing up and leaving Deirdre without a clue of how to help her. The other woman turned in her seat to watch Liette walk up to the evidence board to get a closer look. She glanced at all the pictures but once again her eyes came to rest on Joe last. The friendly smile of his staff picture hid all the darkness in his mind. That smile was completely distracting and it was his perfect disguise. Liette could only imagine Joe approaching the young women he had targeted, his accent placed on his lips with that lustrous smile. His happiness had been infectious and such a grin had made people bend to his will. Thinking deeply about it, it wasn't hard for Liette to imagine how Joe convinced all these people to do his bidding. Perhaps if she had visited him at all in these past ten years she would have found herself trapped as well.

Deirdre's chair scraped across the floor as she moved to stand as well, approaching Liette from behind. Deirdre was a bit taller than the other woman so she was able to peer over Liette's shoulder and look at the picture of Joe as well.

"It must have been difficult for you, finding out what he did." Liette whipped around at Deirdre's words but she didn't speak at first. Difficult wasn't the right word, it had been impossible for her.

"Students of Winslow University can rest safely tonight. The local authorities and the FBI have apprehended the man responsible for the string of killing that have occurred on campus over the past year. The FBI did not have a statement but it has been confirmed that the man responsible for this killings was a professor from the university. Professor Joseph Carroll tau-"

With a click of the remote the television flickered off. It was the fifth time Liette had watched the new bulletin in the past two hours and this time she didn't need to get through it to believe it was true. This was actually happening. Her phone had been ringing off the hook, calls coming from her mother and the students in the writer's society who all knew how close she had been with Joe. Everyone was calling to see if she was okay but Liette wasn't able to speak. She had just been crying for the past two hours. The only reason she wasn't sobbing now was because it felt physically impossible to summon any more tears.

Sitting on the small single bed in her dorm room she stared at the blackened screen of the television. Her ringers grazed over the buttons of the remote, tempted to turn the screen back on to see if this had all been a bad waking nightmare. She knew better. The information had been repeated to her over and over again by different news sources that were now gathering outside of the police station and the university to try and get more information on Joe's apprehension. Liette couldn't watch it. The swirls of blue and red lights from police cars had been illuminating her windows for the past two hours but she couldn't be a part of it.

She placed the remote on her bed and pushed herself off the mattress, her ankles as weak as the rest of her body. She was completely drained from this and she needed a way to forget or she'd never be able to get to sleep. It was almost midnight but Liette knew that some of her roommates never slept or at least not until the wee hours of the morning. She slammed her open palm against the concrete wall of her room, stabilizing herself as she stumbled towards the door. She took a moment to straight up and wipe her tears before she moved into the hallway.

Liette's feet dragged along the carpeted floors until she reached the common room. Several students were sitting around the television watching the same program she had just shut off. A picture of Joe's face flashed on the screen and made Liette stumble against the doorframe. The commotion of her body against the wood caused a few to turn their heads.

"Liette you alright?" one of the girls asked. She wasn't entirely friendly with any of them but it didn't make them bad people. "You were in his classes weren't you?"

Liette nodded but didn't speak. Two of the guys jumped up off the couch and came over to her as they noticed she was kind of slumping over in the doorway, her body overcome with grief. Their hands reached out and steadied her, lifting her back up off the door so she would straighten up. Her knees unbuckled and she used the support of her dorm mates to steady herself once again.

"Do any of you have something to drink?" Liette asked instead of responding to the girl's questions.

"Like alcohol?" the guy to her right asked. "Yeah, we were actually just talking about that. We thought it might help loosen everyone up." his eyes fell upon Liette who nodded in agreement. It was a little late but she was finally going to get around to that typical dorm night of getting drunk with her dorm mates in the common room. Few of them were legal but as long as they didn't break anything their don wouldn't bother them.

With some help from her company Liette moved into the room and sat down on one of the couches between the two young men who had come to her rescue. Some of the others moved out of the room to retrieve their stashes of booze from their dorm rooms. The remaining roommates looked to Liette as if she was going to share some horror story about Joe but instead she leaned forward and snatched the remote off the coffee table, turning off the television before focusing on any of the others. "Do any of you know a drinking game to play?" she asked, desperate to get her mind off Joe.

"A drinking game?" one of the guys laugh. "We know lots."

"We all thought we'd never see you in the common room, never mind get you drunk." one of the girls admitted.

"Well, now's your chance."

"Liette?" Deirdre tried to get the blonde to respond as she watched her eyes glaze over with tears. "What is it?" The night of Joe's arrest had not been one of Liette's best and it was certainly a memory she didn't like to think about often. Not only had she been torn apart by the news of Joe but in her emotional state she had compromised herself in that common room. She acted like all of it had never happened, like she hadn't gotten so drunk that she stumbled back to her room with one of the boys, that she hadn't used him to get her mind off Joe. None of it had worked and now all that memory did was eat at her.

Deirdre reached out and touched Liette's shoulder but Liette shrugged her off. Moving past Deirdre once again so she could separate herself from the other agent. Liette stagger through the space and went back to the table, placing her hands flat on the top of it before she watched a tear fall against the metal from above. She tried to blink away the others that lingered in her eyes, composing herself before she could actually give in to her full emotions. This was all too much.

I promise it'll all be okay

Joe's words played in her mind like a taunting child, bullying a victim into a corner where they could find no escape. Liette felt as trapped as ever. She knew she would not be allowed to leave without an escort and here she was being observed constantly. Even if Deirdre had come over in true kindness Liette figured her watchful eyes were still being careful about noting and flaw in Liette's behaviour. If Liette showed one slip in her normal personality someone would be watching to catch it.

There was nothing she could do it this room. There was no progress to be made. She knew the case well enough that she didn't need to spend hours looking over the details; she had lived them. Even while she had tried to avoid the current actions of Joe and his team of crazies she had found it impossible to miss every news bulletin that had shown up in regards to them. Mike had given her the story over the phone and the news had filled in the rest of the pieces. In her opinion there wasn't anything to study here and even if she tried she knew it wouldn't help take her mind off the information she really wanted to know.

What had Joe been talking about?

Taking another look up to the board Liette looked at Joe's victims with a more critical eye. How could he have said they were nothing like her? They had been her age at the time, they were all blonde and they were all pretty much the same build as her. They all could have passed for sisters. Joe had a type, even if he wanted to deny it. They had been just like her. But why would he say otherwise?

"Why didn't he come after me?" Liette spoke, standing straight to actually face Deirdre on her own accord. "I've never understood it. He had plenty of opportunities, I was always on my own."

"I can't answer that." Deirdre shook her head. "Only he can."

"I need to speak to him again."

"You're not allowed." Deirdre reminded her. "Talk to Debra when she gets back. For now lets just hope Weston's okay."

They still had some time to wait. Joe had said they wouldn't find Mike for five hours. Debra and Hardy had left with an entire team of tactical agents, hoping to catch Joe's accolades who were in charge of delivering Mike at the specific time. It was a waiting game for everyone but the only one who didn't seem to be bother by the minutes slowly ticking by was Joe. He laid in his cell, his hands holding up the back of his head while he stared at the ceiling just thinking about how his plan was all about to unfold.