At 8:00am, Myles, Wanda and Gregory were out fishing, but in a different location; approximately six miles from where they originally started. There, the water would be less shallow, and bigger fish would be available to them; for Myles, the training wheels were starting to come off. Myles, still unable to handle the extremities of the group, decided to seclude himself fifty feet away. He found a spot that - despite it being late fall - was still lush, colorful, and undead. The water there was up to his knees, and unlike other parts of the lake, this one contained a small current; he had to be careful, because if he slipped, he'd be going for a small ride downstream.

He'd been standing in the water for quite some time, again, alone with his thoughts. While waiting for a catch, he thought about the future of his FBI career once he returned from his vacation. Would his co-workers, friends and boss think of him the same? Or would they be constantly walking on eggshells around him? Like at the ranch, would Jack keep him off the raid team? Would Garrett and the bureau even chance having him around? Would the lawyers want to keep him around too if they knew about the extremity of his condition? Would he be transferred? Let go? He didn't want the last two to happen as the FBI was all he knew, and he'd been with that specific unit for years. He was comfortable, and wanted to remain where he was until he retired in another fourteen to nineteen years.

Suddenly, something bit his line, and tugged forward. This was it! A fish! And it felt like a big one too. Myles fought with whatever was on his hook for a minute or two before bringing it to shore. He took a look at it and saw that it was an average size trout; about a foot long. He felt proud of himself, and felt like calling it a day; however, that elation quickly dwindled when he heard a honk in the distance.

Myles looked ahead and saw that it was that swan again.

"Gary," Myles murmured. He yelled at it, "You will not be taking this one from me! Thief!"

Just like before, the swan flew at Myles, but this time he raised his free hand to the level of his eyes to block the body and the wings of the bird. He turned his body, so that his other hand carrying the fish was no longer visible. Myles said, "Not today, poacher! Find your food. You wouldn't even digest something this big anyway. Or are you picking a fight just for the sake of it?"

Gary the swan landed at Myles' feet, and again, flapped its wings, but this time against his leg. "Christ, do you have your lady nearby or something?" He lightly kicked the cob away from him, but the swan was persistent. Having enough, Myles took the trout off the hook, and threw it over the head of the bird and onto the dirt. And with that, the swan went after it. He commented to himself, "At this rate, I'll never be able to get a moment's peace, or a fish. Mark my words Gary. I will have my revenge. I will not submit to you. I'll overcome you."

Then, just as quickly as the cob arrived, it leapt back into the water, and swam off. However, not giving up, Myles went back into the water, and tried fishing again. This time, if he caught something, he would be running back to the shore and storing it in his ice box before anything had a chance of stealing from him again.

Jack and Sue were in Lake Moomaw's tiny village where the locals who owned cottages, cabins and their own camping sites visited, and took care of their everyday needs. Jack and Sue started at the department store. Half of it was a hardware store, the other half was a grocery store, and in the back was an area containing liquor. The couple wasn't there to buy anything though; they were there to find out where Wanda from Bandy Station was located. They figured that this area was like a small town where everyone knew everything about each other, so starting at the department store where the cashiers and owners alike would see these people's faces often was a good place to start.

Jack and Sue were talking with one of the managers who was apparently knowledgeable about the people living in this area. First, they asked where a lady named Wanda was, and they were given a list of five women. The manager was about to explain who these women were, and give them their life's history, but Jack quickly stopped them when he showed a picture of the woman they were looking for. They immediately said her first and last name, and told the couple where they resided on the lake.

Without haste and using the directions they were given, Jack and Sue drove to their destination, and found the cottage, which was quite impressive; Wanda's husband must be a successful man in his profession. After exiting the car, they went to the front door, and knocked aggressively, but there was no answer. They knocked again, but were met with the same results. Then, a woman with her dog (Great Pyrenees) walked by the cottage and spotted them. She asked, "Can I help you?"

Jack turned around, and waved at the woman. "Hello, we're looking for Wanda. Is she home?"

Levi pawed at Sue's leg, and she turned around with Jack also.

The woman answered, "They're probably out fishing, and won't be back till around four o'clock. Sorry, I'm Wanda and Gregory's neighbor. They're coming over to my place later, so I can tell them that you dropped by."

Jack looked at his watch that said 10:30am. "Geez, what are we going to do until four o'clock?"

Sue shrugged, "Explore, I guess."

Jack nodded. "Yeah…"

"Why don't we explore the beaches? Or the trails? Or maybe visit that tavern?"

Jack sniggered, "I guess what choice do we have?"

Myles finally caught another fish, but it was smaller than his last one. Quickly, he ran to the shore, and placed the fish in a box of ice before that swan or another predator had a chance of eating his future meal.

Then, after closing the ice box, he heard a large snap. He wasn't sure if it was a gun or a tree branch, but whatever it was, it sent him hurling into a flashback. He saw that little girl - Diana Ray - again, and relived the moment he shot and killed her. That day, when he noticed her with the shotgun, he lined up his sights to her head, but he had no intention of shooting her. It was just protocol, and knowing that the girl was only fourteen, he assumed she was bluffing and would lower the gun once reasoned with the help of Sue and her brother. Unfortunately, things changed with the girl when she had obvious intentions of killing Sue. His heart raced when he saw this, and his teammates were hesitant to kill ,so he took the only opportunity given to him to save his teammate. In his sixteen years with the FBI, he'd lost two teammates; he couldn't allow one more to die under his watch. Myles then heard the sound of his rifle ring through his head, and the flashback showed Diana tumbling down the hill. He felt guilty and sick to his stomach. At that moment, several thoughts went through his head. Was he now a child killer? Would this hinder him further? Was Sue, Tara, Bobby and Jack going to hate him? Were they going to reprimand him for another judgment call?

Suddenly, Myles' vision went blurry and he felt nauseous. What was going on? He was taking his medication, so why wasn't he in control? He leaned forwards and placed his hands on his knees. His eyes were shut tight, and he was trying to control his breathing. "Oh god," he said between hitched breaths, "make it stop. Please…this hurts."

Then, his mind moved to another flashback; it was from eight years ago. While trying to arrest someone, the subject pulled out a hunting knife and stabbed him and another agent from a separate unit. His partner was stabbed in the leg a few times, and Myles had been stabbed in the arm at least six. Unfortunately for him, an artery had been severed, and he was bleeding out fast. Blood was everywhere and seeping through his trenchcoat. The suspect got away, but luckily Jack and Dimitrius were around to contain the situation. He then remembered Jack pinching his severed artery to keep the bleeding at bay until EMS arrived.

"Ngn! Please stop," he panted. Ugh, he wished Sue were here to help him ride this out. When he had terrible flashbacks like this, she would stay by his side, offering soothing words, and telling him that he was going to be alright. He needed somebody here. Anybody. He didn't want to be alone right now.

He re-lived one more event; getting drugged by those candies. He didn't remember much from that day, except the most awful feeling he had before freezing and going unconscious. The event was an out of body experience. While unconscious, he thought he could hear his friends, yelling and shouting in a panic, calling his name while he was enduring an overdose. Then, when he woke up, there was Jack, keeping him awake, and telling him that EMS was on the way. It had been a long time since Myles had seen Jack and his friends so scared for him.

Finally, the flashbacks ceased, and he was able to control his breathing. He shook his head a few times to snap himself out of the trance. When he came to, he noticed that he was in the bush, but the water was still in sight, and he was sitting on a log. He sighed. Maybe he should just give up, go home, and accept the fact that he will never get better. But he couldn't give up, he had to fight this. He had to finally overcome this thing that was taking over his life.

Then, another SNAP occurred, along with a creaking noise. He looked up to his right, and saw a tree falling. He tried to get out of the way, but the trunk caught his legs and brought him face down into the soil. It wasn't that big of a tree, but it was heavy enough to pin him. When he regained his composure, he tried to see if he had any broken bones, but he was relatively fine; he was just stuck. He sighed again…he could never win. Now, he'll have to wait for Wanda and Gregory to come get him.

Chapter 15 is next…