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Prentiss didn't immediately leave after Dr. Diaz left, nor when room service brought the pizza. Instead she stayed and encouraged Charlie to eat her food, and after a while Charlie had no choice but to give in. The pizza was delicious but Charlie didn't feel like she could eat more than one slice.

"You're not going anywhere, are you?" She asked Prentiss as she tossed the crust into a waste bin.

"Nope. I'm staying here with you." Prentiss replied from where she was lounging on the other bed, already eating a second slice.

"What changed?"

"What do you mean?"

"Before you and Agent Hotchner went to talk in the hallway you were saying that you'd see me tomorrow."

Prentiss gave a half hearted smile. "We're just making sure you have protection at all times."

"You think Hans Gruber is going to sneak up here?"

"At this point we're more worried about another photographer."

"So you don't think I'm suicidal?"

Prentiss froze for a half of a second before schooling her features. "I'll admit that that's always a possibility in these situations. Are you thinking about hurting yourself?"

"No." Charlie admitted with a sigh. "It's just weird having a babysitter."

"To tell you the truth, we are worried about you, but self harm isn't why I'm here. I'm here to make sure you eat." She lifted her own half eaten slice and gave it a little jiggle. "So c'mon. How about just one more slice?"

"I'm pretty full-"

"Half a slice." Prentiss pressed.

Charlie sighed softly and grabbed another slice, a thinner one though. "So you deal with people like me a lot? Victims?" She asked as she slowly chewed.

"Sometimes… if we're lucky."

"Lucky?"

"Sometimes we have to do guesswork off of the people who didn't survive."

Oh.

"What do you want to know?"

"Does… does it ever get any easier? I don't want to feel like this anymore."

Prentiss put down her slice of pizza and turned slightly to face her. "How you're feeling right now, it won't always feel like that. I can't say for sure that it'll get easier or it won't. That depends on you. But I know you're strong, so I know that with enough time you'll be able to look back at this and it won't hurt. "

"I'm not strong." Charlie said absently.

"Charlie you just had an encounter with a world famous murderer and survived. You were with him for days and survived. I've seen plenty of survivors of different kinds of situations and there's all different kinds of strength too, so trust me when I say it; you are strong."

"...I don't feel strong."

Prentiss offered a small smile. "Well of course you don't right now. It's all still so fresh for you, you've got to recover first. Your body and your mind need time to heal from this so they can be stronger."

They finished their pizza in silence, absently watching some movie on the TV until Charlie fell asleep and Prentiss turned out the lights.

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The next morning Charlie was once again very groggy. She wanted nothing more than to sleep in but first there was a loud ringing- the phone on the bedside table which Prentiss answered- and then a loud knock at the door, which Prentiss also answered. Hotchner was there to drive them back to headquarters to continue her interview from yesterday and to her annoyance the sun hadn't even risen outside. Worse yet, she couldn't even take a shower still because of her injuries.

Once they were back in the conference room again getting the recording equipment set up, Hotchner dropped a paper bag on the table and the agents who were present each grabbed something out of it. Bagels. Prentiss passed one to Charlie and Charlie made a show of pulling it in half and nibbling at it, not bothering with any of the cream cheese spread that was available too. Morgan, JJ and Reid never showed up but Gideon nodded to Hotchner anyway and he pressed start on the recorder, beginning the interview.

Once again their questions were Hans-centric but they wanted to know about his behavior after their escape from Nakatomi. Charlie did her best to tell them everything, no longer holding anything back. What was the point anymore? They knew she had helped Hans steal the money, the knew she had expedited his plans allowing for his escape despite John McClane's attempts to slow them down, and worst of all- in her opinion- they knew that she had been raped by him. Except… that wasn't entirely true.

She answered their questions about waking up in a strange hotel sharing a bed with Hans, and about hotel hopping their way across the Canadian border, but of course the interrogation finally came to the part she dreaded the most.

"You were found wearing the same dress from the party, is that correct." Prentiss asked.

"Yes."

"They didn't get you any new clothes or lend you some of theirs?"

Charlie shrugged. "I don't think so. I just remember being in that dress the whole time."

"You said that Gruber raped you multiple times?" Gideon asked point blank.

"I… we…" She couldn't bring herself to actually say the words 'had sex' so she simply nodded. "At least twice… that I know of."

"You think it happened more than that?" Gideon asked.

"I-It's possible. I was unconscious for two days and drugged the rest of the time. I have a lot of missing time."

"Do you believe he would? Rape you while you were unconscious, I mean?"

Charlie swallowed nervously. "What was going to stop him?" She truly did not know. She thought she knew Hans, if even a little bit but she was beginning to realize that she knew nothing. They had barely been acquainted for a week.

"Tell me about the first time."

She took a steadying breath and nodded. She wasn't sure where to start but as soon as she did it became impossible to stop. Like a dam broke. "We were in a hotel and Hans had been drinking… and he offered me a drink as well. I just figured 'what the hell' you know? And then he was talking to me, just… he was wanting me to come with him, to be a hacker or something. He said since I could break into the vault I should try being a thief like him. And I didn't want to and I told him so-"

"Wait, Charlie-" Prentiss tried to stop her, whether to ask her a question or to make her slow down she didn't know but Charlie kept going.

Tears slowly collected in her eyelids as she spoke. "And then he just kept trying to convince me that being a thief was a great thing like I could have all the things I ever wanted and I could live a life like some kind of elite billionaire with private islands or see the world-"

"Charlie stop!" Hotchner tried to interrupt her. He leaned forward like he was going to reach out and grab her hand.

"And when I said I didn't care, I didn't want money or islands I just wanted to go home he kissed me and…" The agents hesitated at this, allowing her to admit "I-I… I kissed him back."

There was a long tense moment of silence as everyone processed that. "I kissed him back." Charlie repeated quietly as the tears slipped past her eyes and ran quickly down her cheeks. She was no longer looking anyone in the eye, staring into the distance as if she could see the event playing out. "He-He pinned me back onto the mattress, pushed up my dress and-and he… and I just let him."

"I think that's enough for today." Prentiss said firmly, not waiting for approval or agreement from the other agents and standing to walk over to the wheelchair. It was barely past noon.

"I let him do it." Charlie said softly as Prentiss unlocked the wheels and began pulling her away from the table.

"I'll be down in a moment." Hotchner said to Prentiss as he turned off the recorder. Prentiss nodded her response and got Charlie out of the room, into the hallway where sunlight was coming in through the windows. It was painfully bright and made Charlie's head hurt.

"You've been very brave." Prentiss said softly as she pushed the wheelchair toward the elevators. "I know that must have been hard to admit but… this information can help us understand him."

Charlie wasn't listening, she was thinking about the first time it happened, before she thought that it wasn't necessarily as violent or forced as the second time, she remembered that she still had never given him consent. And sure, technically she had been the one who ultimately initiated the kiss, but she had been drunk and high on painkillers. They both had been drinking but he probably handled it better.

"He choked me." She muttered, remembering the time when he had been so angry at her that he had leapt across the bed and pinned her to it for pestering him about her freedom."He beat me with a gun, he threatened to kill me so many times, he tied me up, he-"

"Charlie." Prentiss placed a hand on Charlie's uninjured shoulder and Charlie couldn't help but flinch as she was pulled out of her reverie. "It's okay. We're going back to the hotel now. You don't have to relive it. In fact I think we may be done for a while."

"Done?"

"I don't want to make any promises but I don't think we're going to need anymore testimony about Gruber's treatment of you. You've given us more than we could have hoped for." Then her hand moved from Charlie's shoulder to her forehead. "You're burning up."

"Yeah." Charlie grumbled. She had been feeling hot for hours.

Prentiss looked worried. "I'm calling Dr. Diaz."

Hotchner drove them back to the hotel and although Prentiss stayed with her for the rest of the day, she was mostly left alone. The doctor showed up to confirm that her infection was getting worse, and gave her a shot of something before warning the agents that it was her professional opinion that Charlie was not fit to be interrogated. Charlie went back to sleep for several hours and when she woke up again it was still light out. Prentiss was nowhere to be seen but the TV was on with the volume as low as possible without being muted. It was the news once again showing coverage of the Nakatomi attack. She briefly wondered why the agent would even bother watching it, before easing herself off the bed and hobbling into the bathroom to relieve her bladder. When she exited Prentiss was just coming back in the door.

"Oh, hey." She gave Charlie a curious look. "How are you feeling?"

Charlie couldn't stop a large yawn from escaping at that moment, which she finished with a non-committal grumble and a slight shrug as she shuffled back to her bed.

"Yeah, fair enough." Prentiss chuckled softly for a short moment, but then her tone became more businesslike. "We need to discuss some things. Good news and- well I don't think it's bad news but that will be for you to decide."

Charlie sighed heavily as she eased onto her bed. She didn't know how much more of all this she could take.

"Well for starters, no more interviews from the FBI. That's the good news " Prentiss said and noticed Charlie's posture relax a bit more. "The other thing is that if you agree to it, we're going to put you in the witness protection program. We feel it will be safer for you that way."

"Safer? From Hans?"

Prentiss paused for a moment, debating whether she should say something or not. "There is the possibility of him coming back for you, and of course any other associates of his."

"'Other associates'? It was just him and the other two." Even as she said it she remembered Hans telling her that he had plenty of other contacts across the globe. Would he send some hitman after her?

"Well, just him and the other two who escaped." Prentiss said carefully, eyeing Charlie for a reaction that never came. Charlie wasn't following her. Eventually Prentiss decided not to reveal anything yet. "A man like Hans Gruber definitely has more associates than the ones he brought to Nakatomi. And they're probably more deadly too."

"You think he would- what, put a hit on me?"

"I honestly doubt it, but then again he still might. He also might change his mind about leaving you behind. The way you described his behavior doesn't match with his actions. If he decides to come looking for you, we want to make it as hard as possible for him to find you."

"What would I have to do?"

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It turned out that the answer to that question was: not much. In fact, Charlie simply had to spend the next few weeks waiting for paperwork to go through the proper channels while she hid out in her hotel room. Prentiss brought her a kind of care package of necessities to get her through the next few weeks; shampoo, tampons, a nail kit, toothbrush, and other toiletries. After the first week she thought it might not be so bad- getting room service in a five star hotel three times a day was the height of luxury in her book- but halfway through the second week she was bored out of her mind. It took the entire first week for her fever to finally break and her appetite to return somewhat, and by the second week she could finally get out of bed and walk on her own without assistance. A few days later she finished her antibiotics and felt well enough to stop taking the over the counter painkillers, though she was still in a lot of pain.

"I need to get out of here. I'm going crazy." She told Prentiss one afternoon when the agent dropped by to check on her.

"I know, but it shouldn't be that much longer now. How about if I rent a movie or something?"

"I need to get out of this room. I- it's almost like I'm… you know. " She gave Prentiss an exasperated look.

"Almost like you're a hostage again." Prentiss finished for her. Charlie nodded. Even as a hostage she didn't feel this trapped. Hans and his company had been constantly on the move, staying in different hotels and motels every other night. She had seen more of her own country in those few days than she ever had in her entire life! But here she was staring at the same four walls for the last two weeks. It was maddening. "People aren't meant to live in a cage." She murmured.

"Fair enough. You know we can't just let you walk out on the streets, you'd have reporters on your heels within the hour." Prentiss said with a sigh and started chewing her thumbnail. "But I may have an idea, just let me run it by my team."

"What?"

"I'll let you know if it works." She grinned.

A few days later she came back with a slight smile on her face. "Good news! We're going out tonight."

Charlie looked visibly confused. "What? But I thought I couldn't be seen-"

"You won't."

"...Then where are we going?"

"It's a surprise. A little something to cheer you up."

Charlie figured her lifetime of hatred for surprises must have appeared on her face because Prentiss quickly added "No, c'mon! It'll be fun I promise. Good food, fun people, party atmosphere."

"I mean…"

"Or you can sit here for another week or however long it takes to get the approval for-"

"Okay! Okay, fine. But I only have the clothes I've been wearing around here so don't expect me to dress up." The FBI had been kind enough to buy her a small wardrobe for the time being, mostly loungewear and jeans since she was supposed to be staying in the hotel for the foreseeable future.

"Oh, I got you covered. We're about the same size so I brought one of mine for you."

"One of your what?"

Prentiss smirked slightly, eyes alight with a hint of mischief. "Dresses."

Charlie stared for a second. "...Okay, where are we going?"

"Just dinner with some very trustworthy people."

"You said party atmosphere."

"Yeah these people have a stressful work life so when they cut loose they tend to really want to cut loose. But in a tame way, I promise."

"Where's the dress?" Charlie relented. Already knowing that she was going to whatever this thing was. She needed to get out of this room.

Fortunately this dinner turned out to be most of the BAU team meeting up at a mansion and not, as Charlie expected, at a crowded public restaurant. The agents that had family had brought their spouses, Hotchner even brought his son, and to Charlie's complete surprise, Holly was there.

"Charlie!" Holly immediately pulled her into a tight hug the moment she saw her and though it hurt a bit from her injuries she found she didn't mind too much. When Holly pulled back she actually had tears in her eyes. "You're alive! I told them- I told everyone- I didn't know what to do, I was so worried." She grabbed Charlie's face gently in both of her hands and looked her over. Charlie suddenly felt like she was under a microscope, and sure enough she saw pity in Holly's eyes.

"You must've been so scared. It must've been horrible!"

"Certainly wasn't a picnic. But I'm okay. I'm here now." Charlie tried to sound reassuring but Holly's expression kept a hint of worry in it. In fact, for the rest of the night she would shoot surreptitious glances at Charlie, constantly checking on her.

"Forgive me for saying, but you're not looking so great." Holly said with a quick glance to make sure she wasn't overheard.

"Hey, there's that boost of confidence I needed." Charlie said sarcastically. "In my defence, among other things I was kidnapped, shot and tortured very recently so forgive me for not being a total ray of sunshine." There was no malice intended with her comment but her voice still held a dark moody edge that Holly caught.

"I'm sorry, hon. I promise I don't mean anything by it. I was just so worried about you. I still am." The tears that were forming in her eyes finally fell over her cheeks and Charlie couldn't help but feel guilty. Holly had never been anything but kind to her, motherly even. And here she was gushing in relief that Charlie was still on this plane of existence with her and Charlie was acting… well she didn't quite know. She just knew that whatever this feeling was, it had no reason to be directed at a friend.

"No, I'm sorry. It's not your fault I got kidnapped or any of that. I'm just grumpy because I've been locked in a room for the last few weeks and my body still feels like I crawled out of a trash compactor."

"Well, at least the dress looks good on you." Holly smiled.

"Kid?" A voice called, one she recognized and she turned to see who had spoken.

"John." Charlie smiled. "You're here too?"

"Yeah, we brought the whole family. That Agent Jareau lady invited us. Said you could use some company. That's Lucy over there and little John Jr." He pointed to where his two children were taking turns playing Guess Who in the living room with Jack Hotchner.

"Oh, right. They're a bit older now, huh? That photo in your office." Charlie said to Holly.

"Yeah, they grow like weeds. Lucy will be in kindergarten soon." Holly said fondly. "Oh that reminds me. Ginny had her baby."

Charlie couldn't help the genuine smile that crept onto her face. "Oh! That's great. No complications? With the attack and all I kept thinking she was going to go into labor in the atrium."

"I think she very nearly did." Holly said sardonically. "No, she gave birth just a few weeks ago, to a healthy little boy. Guess what she named him?"

Charlie shrugged.

"Charlie. Well, Charles. But she specified that she was naming him to honor you."

"Let me guess, she thought I was dead?"

Holly gave a half hearted shrug in response but smiled and said "To be fair, yes. But it's too late to take it back now, and I don't think she minds anyway."

"I'm going to go refill my drink. Anybody want one?" John asked politely to excuse himself, apparently the talk of babies was enough to deter him.

"I'm alright." Charlie assured and John gave a friendly smile and a nod and turned away.

As soon as John was gone, Holly grabbed a pen and paper from her clutch and began writing on it. "I know you're not supposed to be going out anywhere for a while until the feds get you sorted but… if you ever need anything, or you just want to talk…" She handed Charlie a piece of paper with several numbers written on it. "That's my home, my cell and- oh. Well that was my office number but I guess that one's useless now. But don't hesitate to call me. Day or night, I don't care."

Charlie gave a heavy sigh. "Thank you, Holly. This really means a lot right now."

"Of course. Now… let's go see this party."

"Alright." Charlie said and for the first time in several weeks she actually started to feel her spirits lift a bit. Unfortunately she would completely forget about that little piece of paper in the coming months.

The mansion turned out to belong to a retired FBI agent and famous author named David Rossi who immediately tried to offer her a glass of wine. Since she couldn't or rather shouldn't be drinking alcohol, Charlie opted instead to sip on a soft drink, and she was glad Rossi didn't comment on that. He simply poured it into a wine glass for her and gave her a wink. She smiled and gave him a mock salute with her glass before wandering over to see how the kids were doing with their game. Jack seemed to be really good at guess who, asking the best possible questions to knock out as many characters as possible. John Jr and Lucy were a bit younger so they were still getting the hang of it but they seemed to be having a lot of fun anyway. Charlie saw a stack of other games sitting in boxes on the table. Connect Four, Battleship, Operation and Monopoly stood out to her, but others she didn't immediately recognize.

After a few more rounds Lucy seemed to notice Charlie and immediately asked "Wanna play Connect Four?" The way she pronounced it she missed the T in connect so it sounded like 'conneck'. It was too cute.

"Oh yeah! That's one of my favorites!" Charlie replied with a grin. Lucy beamed and jumped up from where Jack and John Jr were playing to grab the Connect Four box. Charlie helped her set it up.

"My favorite part is when all the pieces come out the bottom." Lucy said with a grin as she placed her first disk.

"Me too!" Charlie said with astonishment, hoping she didn't sound too fake.

They played a few rounds, Charlie pretending to lose a few since Lucy wasn't quite old enough to use strategy. Holly wandered over to watch for a bit and after about half an hour the boys switched to playing Operation. Everything was going pretty well until the first time Charlie heard the little buzzer noise that the game made when you accidentally hit the edge of the fake incision. The sound wasn't the exact pitch or even volume but it didn't matter. For a moment Charlie was back in the vault room, the alarm buzzing as the door swung open to reveal the treasures inside. For a moment Charlie could see Hans again. Grinning as his eyes swept over the contents of the vault, before landing on her. His grin grew even wider-

Charlie jolted in fear, her hand slipped, the entire Connect Four construct tipped and red and blue disks scattered across the table.

"Hey!" John Jr said as several disks clattered onto the Operation table.

"I-I'm sorry!" Charlie said softly, staring at the red bulb that served as the nose of the Operation 'patient' before jumping slightly. She started scooping the pieces of her game back to her side of the table. "I'm sorry, it was an accident!" She insisted to the young boy. Jack and Lucy were now staring at her too. They looked confused and a little scared by her reaction.

"Uh… I don't know- my hand, it just slipped." Charlie tried to explain.

"Lucy, John, let's get ready to eat. Dinner is almost ready." Holly said quickly.

"Okay!" All three kids said in unison and jumped up to go to the kitchen.

"Jack, remember to wash your hands first." Hotchner called after his son as he approached the table.

Charlie said nothing, she refused to look up at either Holly or the agent as she scooped the pieces back into the box and began dismantling the tray. She knew they were sharing pointed looks above her, having silent conversations about her. She fought back tears.

"Charlie-" Holly started to say.

"I'm fine." Charlie said quickly as she shut the box and took a deep breath to try to calm herself.

"What was it?" Hotchner asked as he crouched low in front of her.

"It's nothing. I'm okay." Charlie assured quickly. She knew they wouldn't believe her but didn't care.

"You're safe here." He said gently.

"I know!" She snapped, then grimaced at her own tone. She tried again, softer this time. "I know. For a second I just remembered… I just remembered. But I'm okay."

A hand came to rest on her shoulder in what was meant to be a reassuring gesture but Charlie couldn't help but jump since she wasn't expecting the touch. Holly snatched her hand back and apologized. Hotchner gave her an almost imperceptible shake of his head and glanced toward the kitchen, subtly telling Holly to step away.

Holly grabbed Charlie's empty glass from the coaster on the table as she walked away. "I'm just going to refill this." She said quietly.

Hotchner was quiet until Holly was out of earshot. "What was it that reminded you?" He asked carefully.

There was no point in lying to a profiler, and no point trying to brush off a fed either. "The buzzing noise." Charlie said, glancing at the game. "It reminded me…" She blushed in embarrassment.

"It's alright, Charlie. Just take a deep breath."

"It just reminded me of-of when they opened the vault. There was an alarm- a buzzer. It didn't even sound like that but it reminded me and suddenly I just felt like I was back there-"

"It's alright." Hotchner repeated gently and he slowly reached out, giving her plenty of time to see the motion, before grabbing her hand in his and giving it a small squeeze. "If you want- if this party is too much right now, we can take you-"

"No! No, I want to be here." Charlie insisted. "I can pull it together."

"Charlie…" Hotchner gave her a concerned look that made Charlie feel like she had messed up somehow. Yet he said "You didn't do anything wrong. We can stay if you want, I just wanted to make sure you understand that if you want to leave nobody will be upset."

"I want to stay." Charlie insisted again. This was the first time in nearly a month she had been out of that hotel room, she was not going back yet. She was determined to make the most of this outing while she still could.

"Okay." He nodded, giving her hand another squeeze before slowly rising to his feet. He helped her rise to her own feet and led her toward the kitchen where everyone had congregated. Rossi was putting the final touches on his assortment of meals. Chicken parmigiana, beef ravioli in case the kids weren't into the chicken, homemade garlic bread, and enough for everyone to get doubles and seconds of everything if they wanted.

"Hey, everything okay?" Prentiss asked as she approached from the other side of the room.

"Everything's fine." Hotchner said quickly, though his tone wasn't the gentle one she had heard moments ago. There seemed to be another one of those unspoken conversations happening right in front of her again. "Just some trouble getting up. You've got it from here."

Charlie didn't know if he was speaking to her or Prentiss but Prentiss answered "Of course."

The rest of dinner went fine after that but Charlie noticed that Prentiss also never left her side after that. She found herself seated between her and Holly at the dinner table. There were several conversations going on at once and Charlie opted to not participate in any of them. The food was beyond delicious so she at least had the excuse of cleaning her plate first. After dinner there was dessert and coffee and the party began slowly fizzling out. Some of the agents left early and Charlie found herself finally starting to relax and she sipped a mug of coffee. That is, until a small voice dragged her back to the present.

"Did you get hurt?"

Charlie looked over her shoulder where Jack Hotchner was standing next to her chair, she then looked over her bare arm where the fresh scars were plainly visible. What was I THINKING letting Emily talk me into this dress?

"Uh, yeah. I-"

"Jack!" Agent Hotchner said suddenly as he realized what was happening. He quickly excused himself from his conversation with Rossi and John to come over to where his son was. "I'm so sorry. He didn't mean anything by it. He's just curious."

"It's alright." Charlie assured him. Then to Jack she nodded. "Yeah, I fell on some broken glass and I got hurt." It was the truth, and it was enough for a kid his age to understand.

"Did it hurt bad?" Jack pressed, eyes wide with wonder.

"Oh yeah! It hurt a lot when it happened."

"When I get hurt my daddy kisses it and makes it better."

"Oh, uh… well I-"

"Daddy, you should kiss her boo-boos and make them better!" Jack exclaimed.

Charlie couldn't help herself. The look of mortification on the agent's face made her burst out laughing. The other adults took it as a cue that they could laugh too and soon the room dissolved into giggles. She heard someone mutter "From the mouth of babes…"

"It's okay, Jack." Charlie assured the younger Hotchner as she wiped tears from her eyes. "My mom already kissed them for me after it happened. They feel much better now."

Jack grinned up at her, completely oblivious to his suggestive comment. The agent Hotchner gave her an apologetic look and a small nod.

Later in the evening when she and Prentiss were getting ready to leave, Charlie was coming back from the bathroom when she caught a bit of a hushed conversation in one of the rooms. She wasn't one to eavesdrop but she heard something that made her stop dead and stand silently out of sight.

"Will it be enough to convict?" John was asking.

"With Charlie's testimony it should be." Hotchner replied. Hearing her name is what caught her attention, but what she heard next made her freeze in place.

"We're hoping with enough pressure he can be persuaded to give up Gruber's whereabouts." Rossi's voice chipped in.

Persuade who?

"I doubt it." John continued. "Guy like that? He'll never squeal on a partner. And less likely to squeal on a guy like Hans."

"That was our assessment." Hotchner agreed.

"So how do you do it then?" John asked.

"We've got to convince him that it's his idea to give him up." Rossi explained cryptically.

Who?! Charlie wanted to scream. Who do they have?

"You lost me." John admitted after a second of silence.

"Don't worry about it. It's just part of our job." Rossi said with a slightly smug tone.

"Well, this Vreski guy is a tough nut." John relented. "He chased me all over the building after I got his brother, so don't expect it to be easy to crack him."

It took Charlie a second to piece together what she had heard. Vreski? She didn't know anyone by that name. But she did know someone who was furious at John for killing his brother.

Karl is alive?

oOo

A.N.: Ginny was the pregnant woman in the film.