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Questioning
Ding.

The doors of the elevator opened onto the lobby floor. Kathleen stepped out of the elevator quickly, as she was running late and had kept the FBI agent waiting. The main lobby was almost like the interior of a modern church with all the Catholic symbols, from a statue of the holy mother, to a large cross that faced the main doors. There was even a small water feature in the center of the lobby of blessed holy water.

It was a safe haven. The Catholic hospital was originally founded in 1868, and one of the oldest hospitals in Chicago, though the current building was built in the 1960s. The hospital was part of the Resurrection Heath Care network, which operated many other hospitals in Chicago area. The U.S. Army Medical Department leased the south-west wing of the hospital to support the military operation overseeing the Lincoln Park containment zone.

Kathleen wore her Army Service Uniform, and instead of the skirt this time, she wore light blue slacks with a gold strip down the pant leg. The uniform very much resembled the popular cavalry uniforms of the late nineteenth century. The Army liked to keep with tradition and the uniform was part of its heritage. It had replaced the old-dress green uniform a few years earlier back in 2010. A choice very much preferred by the young doctor, the new blue uniform was simply nicer.

Past the entrance door to the outside, Kathleen paused for a moment to place her black beret on her head, and shaped it. Regulations required that a cover be wore outdoor with the uniform, and removed once indoors unless one carried arms. She found the FBI agent sitting at one of the benches around the large mason statues of St. Joseph and Jesus as a young boy.

“Agent Andersen,” she said to get her attention as she approached.

The statue of St. Joseph and a young Jesus struck Jill. Her readings from the night before were still fresh in the agent's mind, and she sat and stared at the statue while she waited for Dr. Forbes. The phone call asking for a meet had been a pleasant surprise; Jill never thought Kathleen would choose not to ever call, but the agent figured it would've at least been another couple days. From what she read in the case file and heard from Kathleen in their last meeting, the attack at the bar was rather traumatic, so Jill would've understood if the doctor needed a little more time.

Hearing the doctor's voice snapped Jill out of her trance, and she shook her head once before tearing her eyes off the statue. The agent stood and slung her black purse over her left shoulder, offering her right hand. "Dr. Forbes," Jill said with a pleasant grin, glad she put her black hair in a ponytail as a gust of wind kicked up.

Four months in Chicago, and finally Jill realized it was the Windy City.

Jill straightened the crimson button-down she wore, making sure her FBI identification badge was securely fastened to the breast pocket. She left the top two buttons undone, so that the gold cross she wore around her neck was visible. She gave the statue one more glance, before taking in Kathleen in her uniform. It was striking, when up until now the agent had only seen her in scrubs and a white lab coat.

"Hectic day?"

"You can say that. NORTHCOM commander is paying us a visit later in the afternoon, that's why I have to be back by three. And I do apology for keeping you waiting, a colleague of mine called from Ft. Detrick right before I was able to step out. I had to take the call.” She paused a moment to look up at the statues of St. Joseph and Jesus then back at the agent. "They protect us." She smiled.

It was probably one of the reasons that Kathleen had been sleeping at the hospital rather than back at her hotel room. The trauma of a few nights earlier still haunted her, but she was grateful that she had some work to occupy her time.

"They do," Jill said. "Like Joseph protected a young Jesus. Poor guy -- couldn't hold a candle to the boy's real father, yet he still did what he could."

For the moment, the agent thought of her own father. She hoped against all hope he was in Heaven, though she knew he probably wasn't, given his dealings while a part of the Baltimore police department. She missed him in spite of his sins, and part of her was actually quite sorry that she'd killed him. She hadn't even done it because of venom or hatred; no, it was only so she could get that job with the Las Vegas branch of Wolfram & Hart.

The shame was no longer palpable, but the memory was as vivid as ever.

"Thank you for calling me," the agent said as they began making their way to the restaurant. "You sure you're ready to talk about this? From what I know, it was gruesome."

Kathleen nodded as she slowly draw in her lower lip to bit for a brief moment. "I am ... but I am not." The truth still would not be denied. "Its best to have those fresh memories, which must make your job much easier, right?" The agent's work had similarities to her own profession. A medical doctor was a investigator of sorts who had to ask numerous questions of their patients to understand their illness. Not asking the proper questions could sometimes lead to making things worse for the patient. Some of those questions could even be very personal at times.

"I want to help," she shrugged her shoulders. "To do what I must."

Jill sighed a little, her eyes squinting as she gave the question some thought. "Yes and no," she finally said. "I mean, yeah, it gives me answers, but ..."

The agent paused for a moment, chewing on her lower lip. She was still suffering somewhat from the whole telling-the-truth thing, still unable to find any answers to substantiate or disprove the theory she'd discussed with the doctor a few nights earlier. She gave Kathleen a sidelong glance, noting how the gold and blue mixed in her military uniform.

"It's hard," she added. "Asking people questions when I know they'd rather do anything but speak to me. It's one thing with suspects -- I could care less about them. If they did what we think they did, let whatever happens happen. But the victims and the witnesses? Good people who didn't deserve whatever happened? That's the hard part."

"I can understand that," she said walking beside Jill on the sidewalk. It was quieter in this part of the city with the 8-lane highway beyond the trees near the shore closed off to traffic because of the military barricades. The trees in the small park were turning colors as the season continued to change toward cooler nights and days. Leaves had already started to accumulate on the ground near wind breaks. There was a certain peacefulness about it.

She looked at Jill. "Are you still finding yourself forced to tell the truth? I am."

"Yeah," the agent said with a nod. "It hasn't been a terrible problem the last couple days, but it's still there. I insulted Agent Smith yesterday because I couldn't pretend I didn't notice his God-awful toupee."

Jill did manage a chuckle, as that little episode was actually quite funny, but the truth was, this particular affliction was still there. Fortunately, suspect and witness interviews had been minimal the past few days -- present company excluded -- but the sooner whatever this was went away, the better Jill would feel.

"He then got in trouble by telling the Director he thought my ass looked fat. I might've considered a sexual harassment suit if I hadn't been so busy laughing."

Kathleen laughed with her. "That's funny. Its like Sergeant O'Brien the other day ..." Her voice trailed off before she gave away what she had been doing these last few days. There was a real danger here that she might give away some classified information to the FBI agent. "He was hilarious, he had the very sarcastic way of speaking the ..." she struggled to not add the last word to the sentence, but the urge was too strong. "Truth!"

She slowed and grabbed Jill's arm to make her stop. When she did, she looked directly into the agent's brown eyes. "Jill, what I tell you regarding what I have done these last few days must be kept strictly to yourself. As an FBI agent, I have to assume that you can keep a secret."

Jill gave a nod of her own, sensing the seriousness when she looked into Kathleen's eyes. "I deal with classified information every day," she said. "Just because I can't lie doesn't mean I can't keep secrets."

She gave a smile to show the doctor she could be trusted with whatever secret she was about to tell. One thing about working for the federal government: you got a lot of practice in knowing someone no one else knows and keeping it that way. She even had experience with that while at Wolfram & Hart, seeing as how the firm dealt with so many things the rest of the world had no knowledge of. Even with the mass revelation of the supernatural to the world, Wolfram & Hart appeared unscathed.

"Anything you say before the interview will be kept in the strictest confidence."

Kathleen sighed with relief. She really had no choice in the matter, there was something about this truth effect that required her to vent. Something she could not do with those she worked with at the moment, without giving herself away. She let go of Jill's arm and continued to walk with her.

"We are not alone, we are not the only ones afflicted by this compulsion to tell the truth. I have been examining eight soldiers who are also affected." She paused a moment to glance at Jill. "I've concluded there is no medical explanation for this, at least not yet. And others have come to the same conclusion.

"Something is up." Almost on cue, a pair of low flying AH-64 Apache attack helicopters flew over head back toward Lincoln Park. The Apache was famous for sneaking up without being heard till it was too late for the enemy. Kathleen looked up at the helicopters and followed their track above the tree line. "I swear, those flyboys like to show off."

Jill couldn't help but laugh. "Wouldn't you, if they handed you the keys to one of those?" She glanced up at the copters, smirking. "Probably compensating for a small penis anyway."

Resuming her walk alongside the doctor toward the restaurant, Jill worked the information in her head. That did sound potentially classified, and she was impressed Kathleen saw fit to tell her. She might not have had much choice, but the agent knew there was a measure of trust in that revelation. Jill smiled at that, liking the feeling of knowing she'd been trusted. She hadn't been trusted since her relationship with Oliver, and even though this level of trust was decidedly different, the fact remained ... it was there.

"That makes sense," she offered. "If there's nothing medical to it, I'm almost willing to guarantee its supernatural in nature."

"Yeah, exactly, but still. The medical doctor in me wonders." She then smirked with a tilt of her head. "Do they really have a small penis?" She giggled and then covered her smile with her hand briefly, before she blushed. She had to qualify that statement. "We can't assume those pilot's don't."

Kathleen then looked ahead and saw that the sandwich shop was not too far away. "We are almost there." She had not ignored Jill's last comment but opted to not comment, at least not yet.

Jill found herself at a loss for what to say at the moment, not wanting to start the line of questioning until they were inside, seated and properly situated. This was probably going to be a serious, uncomfortable talk, and she genuinely liked Kathleen as a person. She didn't like that she was going to have to ask some of these questions, but if she didn't, she really couldn't expect to probably solve the case given to her.

"I feel I should apologize before we begin," Jill said as they walked into the sandwich shop. "I know this'll probably be uncomfortable for you, but ... I need answers."

"Right," she answered holding the door open for her as they entered. Kathleen had given a few statements to police officers on behalf of patients who had come into the hospital as the result of a crime.

"I'm just going to have the chicken soup and a iced tea," she ordered at the counter and then turned to Jill. "What would you like? I'll pay since I got to pick the place."

"Grilled chicken wrap, no onion and ... a Diet Coke," the agent said with a smile before glancing back the doctor's way. "Thank you," she said simply, retrieving a small notepad and pen from her purse.

The case file was still on her desk; she didn't need to bring the whole thing with her. She'd spent so much time lately pouring over the police reports and everything else shoved into that folder, it was all practically memorized. And the less junk Jill had around her while conducting this interview, the better -- both for Kathleen's comfort level and for the overall appearance to everyone else in the shop.

"Just let me know when you're ready."

The sandwich shop had a few customers waiting in line to order take-out, while the majority of the seating area inside was empty. After paying and receiving their orders, Kathleen guided the agent to a corner booth farthest from the order counter and the front door.

"I suppose, I am ready as I am going to be." Her cup of soup steamed in front of her, untouched for the moment, as she picked up her iced tea for a sip.

A quick sip of her soda and Jill flipped her notepad to an empty sheet, clicking her pen and jotting down a quick note. She'd take bites from her wrap as the interview went on, but out of decorum, she decided to hold off on the food for now.

"Alright," she began, scratching a sudden itch on her chin. "How did the vampire first approach you?"

Kathleen place her tea back on the table and laid her hands on the table, and then with her eyes looked off to the side before answering. "I was seating at the bar, alone with my drink. I never saw her come up beside me. She basically said she had not seen me before, and if I come there often, I think." Her hands then came together before her.

"My first impression was that she looked friendly and attractive. It never crossed my mind then that she was a vampire." The last word was said in disgust. "At least not until she said those things."

"So she hit on you."

The agent showed no emotion as Kathleen spoke and she jotted down notes, having seen and heard so much over the years that something like a vampire hitting on someone at a bar didn't bother her. Jill even ignored the disgust with which the doctor said the word 'vampire,' both understanding such venom and realizing it wasn't a shot directed at her past romantic attachments.

"What did she say, exactly?" was the agent's follow-up question, followed by the first bite of her wrap. It was a little heavy on the mayonnaise, but all in all, Jill had worse.

"I didn't see it that way exactly, that she was hitting on me." She sounded a little miffed. "I know what I told you last time, but I don't go out of my way to pursue such an encounter." She wished she could stop there, but she had that need to be candid. "Sometimes, it's how the night ends. I'm not always proud of it. I really do like guys." She felt like she might have disappointed the agent.

Past that subject, she continued. "What did she say?" she said to herself to give herself a moment. The image of the brunette vampire in the dark setting of the tavern filled her mind. "She said that she had come to eat somebody. I thought I heard her wrong, but then she repeated herself, against her nature to deceive and then to lure me to my death." Kathleen paused to take a breath and shut her eyes. A chill went up her spin.

"I'm sorry," she said with her eyes slightly open and gazing down on to her untouched cup of soup. She sat silently like that for about a minute before starting again. "You would think because I wear this uniform, that I would be much braver, but I'm not." Her eyes shifted back onto Jill. "I'm not a war veteran, I never went to the sand box. Perhaps if I have gone, I would have been prepared more. I don't know." Kathleen reached for her drink.

Jill frowned when she heard Kathleen talking, but not because she was judging the doctor for anything she did in her free time. Slowly, tentatively, the agent reached her hand across to lay it on top of Kathleen's, looking her dead in the eye. It wasn't suggestive in nature, in spite of the direction their last conversation went, but it was meant to offer some tiny bit of comfort after what was obviously a tough experience.

"Up until recently," Jill explained, "no one in the military really had to deal with that sort of thing. I've read a lot of case files and seen a lot of classified data, and from what I can tell, no one in Iraq or Afghanistan had to look a vampire in the eye. It's perfectly understandable to be scared. Sure, the truth's out there now, but there are times where I have to remind myself I was in the minority since I knew all about that sort of thing for years already."

The agent put down her pen, taking another bite of her wrap before washing it down with a sip of her drink. The soda did a good job of diluting the mayonnaise flavor; next time Jill came here, she would probably ask for that particular condiment on the side.

"Fact is," she continued, "unless they walk around 24-7 in their demon face, the majority of us can't tell them apart from your normal human being. I'm assuming she looked perfectly normal when she approached you."

Kathleen appreciated the touch of Jill’s hand on hers, it connected and told her that she cared. This contact gave her the encouragement she needed to cooperate with the agent. "She did. She even had a smile. You would think they would look gaunt and pale with black circles around their eyes, but she looked perfectly normal at the start. No matter how many times they have warned us about them, those depictions in tv shows and movies got most of it so wrong. One of my favorite oldies shows was the Munsters, and they sure don't look like Grandpa Munster." She snickered and slipped her hand away from Jill's. "You never saw the old man feeding." Just as quickly the little smirk on her face disappeared with a flash memory of the vampire's fangs sinking into a man's neck.

"I know I must be a pain, going off subject like that. It's me trying to comprend this ... I don't want to end up with PTSD. I've seen too much of that from injured soldiers during my residency at Walter Reed. Maybe they never faced down a demon or a vampire, but those guys ... they've seen hell."

"Maybe this ... compulsion is helpful to you in that regard," the agent theorized. "By forcing you to talk about it, you're confronting it. Even if you don't want to, you're doing it anyway. By confronting it, you likely decrease your chances of suffering from PTSD."

Another bite of the wrap, glad that particular chunk was light on the mayo. For a moment, Jill wondered what a chicken wrap would taste like with mustard instead. Perhaps she'd find out the next time she came to this place.

"When did it become clear she was a vampire?" she asked, trying to steer the conversation back to the questions, even as she chuckled to herself at the memory of that old television show. Her grandfather loved it -- so much so, he held a Munsters DVD marathon every Halloween. Because of that, Halloween was always Jill's second favorite holiday.

Behind Christmas, of course.

Kathleen decided to try her soup before it got cold. After a spoon full of the tasty chicken soup, she waited for Jill to finish her bit of the wrap. She was going to ask how that tasted, but Jill already started on the next question.

"Well, after she admitted to her plan to molest me, torture me, and then eat me. I think I had a clue then, but I'd still hoped there was going to be a punchline, a joke." She lifted her hand up and with a half-pointing finger, she loosely waved it around for a second, as she thought. "It was when she bolted up against the bar, and cursed ... god? No some sprinkler company?" She frowned with her eyebrow and then placed her loose hand on her neck tab. "That's very strange. I didn't really notice that."

Jill frowned. She didn't get it. God? Sprinkler company? She had to admit, that little bit confused her. She took a couple more sips at her drink before cocking her head to the side, so much so her ponytail fell down over her right shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she began. "Sprinkler company? God? I'm ... I don't think I get it."

"I don't either," admitted Kathleen as she pinched at the cross on her necklace underneath her white shirt. "I was backing away from her then." She closed her eyes to concentrate on that memory and thought out loud. "Sprinkler Valley, Rainbow Sprinkler Valley, that's it." She open her eyes and looked at Jill. "I think she worked for them, huh?" That did not make sense to her, a vampire working for a sprinkler company.

Okay, that made even less sense. Jill believed Kathleen -- the whole truth thing kind of made making things up and spouting insanities rather difficult -- but what vampire who proceeds to massacre a bar full of people? The agent jotted the odd company name on her pad; a quick peek at the phone book later would likely tell Jill everything she needed to know about the company.

Well, aside from hiring vampires, but that was where interrogation would come in.

"You told police you thought there was another vampire with her," Jill continued, "did you see this other vampire well enough to describe them?" She cringed, taking another sip. "Sorry if these questions are all repetitive. Just ... doing my job and all."

"There is something else, I remember she spoke about her body count," her upper lip lifted and twitched. "That's sick. Boasting about murdering people, that's just pure evil." She shook her head and then let out a heavy sigh. This wave of anger washed over her, but her watery eyes contradicted that anger. "Why?" The question was an open question that was not directly asked to Jill, but mostly directed to a greater power.

The next question was directed at Jill. "Did they plan this? I mean that other vampire came out of nowhere."

"It's possible," Jill admitted with a slight cringe. "Some vampires are purely primal ... hunt, kill, feed. There are those, though, who organize and plan attacks for any number of reasons. It's possible this vampire had a partner and it was coordinated, or the other vampire could've merely been hiding among the other patrons and decided to join the carnage once she began her slaughter."

The agent paused long enough to finish the first half of her wrap. At least they got the onions right -- just enough to give the flavor Jill wanted, but not so many it overpowered her breath for the rest of the day. She glanced at her notes once more, still not having any idea what the whole Rainbow Sprinkler thing was all about. Jill's intuition told her that would be a dead end, but her intuition wasn't enough to solve cases. She had to actually go and find out for real, and in this instance, she hoped her intuition was wrong.

"What did this second vampire look like?" she repeated, her tone reassuring and patient. She wanted Kathleen to take all the time she needed with this. Her free hand seemed to automatically reach for the cross hanging around her neck and for a moment, the agent wondered why she'd ever associated herself with the undead. Though fortunate to have had Victoria in her life, the other vampires Jill knew had been nothing but trouble.

Kathleen picked up her spoon and dipped it into the cup of soup, but instead left it there, she really did not have an appetite for it at this time. She wiped at the corner of one eye, before a tear could fall. So far she had been strong enough to not cry, it was something about wearing the uniform, maybe it was pride. There was no rule that said soldiers could not cry. She had witness and held a few them at hospital, especially those visiting their wounded friends early in her career. It might be an unsaid rule, but soldiers don't cry for themselves.

She finally spoke, "He was male, it's all I can tell you. Other than that, he wore his ugly face, you know' the demon one. He attacked the bar owner, at least I presumed he was the bar owner. The other vampire attacked, after the bar owner tazed the brunette and moved in to spike her."

Kathleen then stared past Jill as she recalled what happened next. "I was standing behind the man that helped me back on my feet after I tripped backwards trying to get away from the first vampire before she was tazed. I was watching her twitch on the ground, and the next thing I heard was a yell, I looked and saw the second vampire pull down on the neck of the bar owner, then heard bone snap. And the man who helped me started after the second one when the first one bit him on the ankle."

She swallowed and still stared beyond the agent. "He begged for help," she swallowed back again. "I just stood there, like a deer caught in headlights ... " She looked down at her drink and reached for it. "Before I knew it, he was down on his knees, the brunette was at his neck in a flash ..." Her shoulders twitched, and she took quick short breaths. "His blood ... I felt it spray on my face."

The doctor felt this pain inside her chest and shook her head with her eyes closed. "I just ran."

Jill dropped her pen and closed the notepad, shoving it aside before giving Kathleen a sympathetic frown and reaching her hand out once more. She squeezed the doctor's hand and just held it there, heaving a sigh at the gravity of the whole thing. The whole thing brought memories of her own back, thoughts of such encounters with the likes of Katherine and other undead from her time in Las Vegas.

Outside of Victoria, Jill never had a pleasant experience with a vampire.

"I'm sorry," she said in a soft tone. "There are certain things no one should ever have to see. No matter how many times I see a vampire or hear of an attack like this, I think back to just how monstrous those things are and how much better off we probably all were before everyone knew. I mean, yeah, humanity's adjusting, but ... there are just some things we shouldn't have to deal with."

Kathleen took a napkin and wiped away what tears did escape her and at her nose with her free hand. Her other hand still held Jill's, now that she looked into her eyes. "Maybe one day, we'll find something to eradicate them all. They are like a disease, you know." She had heard rumors about an effort to find a vaccine or a biological weapon.

"I'm glad it's you, Jill, that you were the one to interview me. I still don't particularly understand why you had sex with a vampire in your past, but that's something ... you have to live with. Other than that, the person I see in front of me, is this caring person. I don't care about the dark parts of your history."

She formed a thin smile, and nodded.

It was nice to know that someone didn't. Granted, her bosses apparently didn't, but for someone to feel that way on a personal level felt nice. She could tell when others at the FBI would look at her, and she knew they wondered. How long would she last? When would she fall off the moral wagon once more and go back to her conniving, evil ways? When would she fuck a member of the undead or go back to her former employer? Jill didn't blame them for those thoughts, but she had to admit, they got tiresome after a while.

"To be perfectly honest," the agent said, "I'm not sure why I did, either. I did a lot of things at Wolfram & Hart that I can't explain or rationalize ... I just thank God every day that I have the chance to make up for all of it.

"A door was opened for me, and I took advantage of it. And you know what? I've never been happier."

"It's a good thing to have a purpose. A good purpose," she added at the end. After some moments of reflections in the last few days, she wondered why she had been spared, and concluded that perhaps she had a purpose to fulfill. She did not know exactly what that may involve, but there had to be a reason. She needed to have a reason.

"Is that all?" She intended to leave it at that, but that pesky truth-telling deal caused her to add what else was on her mind. "Do you wonder if I am sleeping well at night?" She huffed after that. "I can't believe I said that, well, yes I can. Damn, I hope this stops soon."

"You and me both," Jill said as she stuffed the notepad back into her purse. "And I do wonder, actually. I know that was traumatic for you, I just don't want you reliving it all to the point where you can't sleep or do your job to the best of your ability."

The agent asked for a to-go box for the rest of her wrap, so engrossed in her conversation with the doctor, she'd forgotten to eat it. No big; she could take it back to the office and have the rest whenever she felt hungry. With the mountain of paperwork on her desk, there probably wouldn't be a proper dinner tonight anyway.

"I have no further questions. I just ... want to make sure you're alright. Is there anything you need me to do?"

"You can keep in touch ... Wow, that makes me sound like I have a girl crush. I mean I do like you, I think you're cool." She veered her eyes up to the ceiling. "This is supposed to be serious business we are discussing, but I purposely look for distraction so I don't have to think too hard about it." She glanced back at Jill. "I just sometimes stop trying so hard to not speak my mind these days. I keep losing."

She pushed the full cup of soup away from her, still not interested in having anymore of it. "We might have to live with this, and I find it useful to say something truthful, in place of another true statement. For example, if I wanted to say that I am not sleeping well, but don't want to exactly say that to you. I can replace that statement with 'I haven't yet slept back in my hotel home since that night.'" She smirked. "I know it's kind of weird, but sometimes it works avoiding saying something you could regret."

"So, I just told you and it does make me sound crazy." She grabbed her drink and smiled into the cup before a sip.

"I will," Jill agreed. "Keep in touch, I mean. It helps having friends in high places, and I really think you're a good person dealing with something completely overwhelming right now. Feel free to call me if you need anything. Literally, whether it's business or not, don't hesitate to pick up the phone."

The agent stood, flinging her purse over her shoulder before grabbing her food and drink. "And you're not crazy; what you said actually makes a lot of sense."

Jill checked her watch, sighed. "Ugh ... I have to get back to the office. Got a briefing on Lincoln Park at 2:15."

Kathleen finished only half of her drink, before placing back on the table. She got up along with Jill. "If the military knows something is up, and that people have been affected by this phenomenon event, Homeland Security would have to react in someway. Not that I am privy to that kind of information, it's only logical." It might explain why they saw the Apache helicopters, and the increase military activity. Someone higher-up on the chain of command might be worried that this was a precursor to greater portal event.

"Thank you." said Kathleen, as she straightened her uniform.

"Let's hope not," Jill blanched. "On what little I've seen so far, Homeland Security isn't worth much of a damn. Every time we've had to deal with them, they just got in the way."

The agent gave Kathleen a smile before reaching over and giving her a quick hug. "It seems like you need one," she clarified as she released her hold and walked out the door of the shop, holding it open for the doctor. "Thank you for the information. I'll let you know when we catch the monsters who did this.

"You be safe, okay?"

"I'll do my best." Kathleen placed her black beret on top of her head, and looked at her reflection in the window to make sure it was on straight and even. She then walked back toward the hospital, at least part of the way with Agent Andersen.