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a mirrored picture of my old man a plato fanmix  [listen]

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I’ve been avoiding tumblr because we couldn’t watch new episodes of The Good Place until today and I have a lot of feelings of course, but two main thoughts.

1. Palto

2. Eleanor holding up a copy of The Nichomachean Ethics was so great right? It’s so funny!

um. I can literally feel people scrolling by. I swear it’s funny if you’ve read Aristotle’s Ethics, which I’m guessing not that many people have. It’s not a page turner. I didn’t understand any of it until my second read and it helps if you’ve read The Physics. The texts go together. I still don’t understand a lot of it.

But. I can sum up a bit of the Ethics badly if you’re interested and explain why I am so excited . . .

In the Ethics the way to be a good person is to be Virtuous. You create good habits, you educate yourself, you learn from others--especially other people who are trying to be good. (notice I did not say ARE good.)

The bestest thing you can do to be VIRTUOUS is “contemplate contemplation.” Look. Ask a farmer what’s good and he’ll tell you to compost, or grow beets or something, but you ask a philosopher? They tell you it’s thinking about thinking. A close second to philosophy--is Friendship. Aristotle calls a good friend “another self,” or someone you consume much salt with. Someone you know well enough to eat regular meals with.

Friendship is a key virtue because when you pay attention to what a friend (another self) is doing, you have more perspective than when you examine your own bullshit. You can see their choices, actions, and consequences more clearly than your own. You can try to do good things your friends do and avoid mistakes they’ve made. This is simple to explain and very complicated in practice. Which is why I find this joke so brilliant and funny. Because you can’t forking explain “virtue ethics” or the Nichomachean Ethics in a sitcom by trotting out the text or discussing it directly. You apply it to specifics. Here’s some people trying to do good things and be good people for themselves and for others.

And I hope I’m not making Aristotle sound mercenary about his friendships, because he wasn’t. Out of all the European philosophers in the western canon--he’s one of the very few who was married. Friendship is important because it’s a big part of what makes us human. We’re to varying degrees--social animals. Being human is virtuous and the opposite behavior is vice/viciousness--or doing the wrong thing when you know it’s the wrong thing. Doing bad things on purpose makes you less human.

Eleanor holding up a copy of the Ethics, but then not referencing the massive importance of friendship by quoting the book--lets this story be about the messiness of friendship--not some ideal, but actual, real, developing friendship. There’s no chalkboard notes for this. It’s not abstract. It’s people being sweaty and defensive and difficult and yet helping each other and bringing good things into each other’s lives. (And sometimes bad things, or things that seem bad in the short term.)

This is why I prefer Aristotle to Plato. You do your best to judge the right thing to do and then you do it. Sometimes you’re wrong and other times you’re less wrong, and sometimes you’re closer to right. There’s no perfect virtuous state you can achieve. You can’t actually be GOOD, you’re always moving towards it--he has this delightful description of it--staying at work becoming yourself. I like it because it allows for the murkiness of actual life. You’re not trying to be perfect. You’re trying to live a good life. The messiness and change of life negates perfection.

Plato had Forms--like there was a perfect version of every thing in some magic place and Aristotle was like, “I know we’re bros and I love you man, but the Forms are really dumb, Palto.”

That’s why “Palto” is so funny. The only damn thing written on that board was Palto. The guy who advocated perfect Forms had his name misspelled in a philosophy discussion that was derailed by a demon in a story line that’s about Aristotle in practice.

You can kind of see why people read and quote Plato more. I spent the last two seasons wondering what the hell they were going to do about Aristotle and if they’d just skip him, because imagine trying to put all this into a bloody TV show in breezy snippets? You can’t. They did it anyway, but it’s sneaky. It’s all in there, but it’s not spelled out.

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RUSSIAN ROULETTE CHAPTER FOUR

chapters zero, one, two, three

2x06. the boogeyman.

    Kitanna Egorova was nothing more than a weapon. Or, that's how she felt, anyway. And due to never sharing her problems with anyone, no one knew how she felt. Not even her brother, who has mostly the same problems as her.

   Kit's phone rang and she sighed. "Hello?" She asked.

   "Привет Китти," a male voice on the other end answered. ( Hello, Kitty. )

   Kit stopped and glanced around. "Лорен, сейчас не время говорить," she replied. ( Loren, now isn't the time to talk. )

   She heard Loren sigh on the other end. "Китанна, скажи мне это. Вы тоже получили фотографии?" He asked. ( Kitanna, tell me. Did you also get photos? )

   "У тебя есть фотографии?" Kit asked, panicked. ( You got photos? )

   "Я так понимаю, у тебя есть фотографии," Loren said. ( I take it you got photos. )

   "Да. Запомни мой номер, потому что я знаю, что ты разговариваешь по телефону. Поговорим позже," Kit said, hanging up. ( Yes, I did. Remember my number, because I know you're on a burner phone. We'll talk later. )

   Kit walked up to the front door of Hotch's house and sighed. She knocked quickly and Haley opened the door almost immediately. "Hi," Kit said, smiling.

   Haley smiled brightly. "Hi! Jack's missed you a ton," she said, letting Kit into the house, "he's starting to think of you as his big sister."

   That warmed Kit's heart a bit. "Really?" She asked.

   "Oh, yeah," Haley nodded, "he absolutely loves you."

   "I'm so sorry I missed his birthday, by the way," Kit said, "Aleksander and his boyfriend, Noah, were going out all day for Noah's birthday and dragged me along."

   "It's no problem, don't worry about it," Haley said. Kit heard Jack's footsteps and smiled once he ran into the room. He ran over to Kit and she picked him up. "Kit?" Hotch asked as he followed Jack into the room.

   Kit smiled. "It's almost Halloween, I thought I'd see Jack before we're bombarded with cases," she said.

   Hotch nodded, giving her a small smile. "Well, after you're done, I'll give you a ride," he said. Kit nodded.

   "Thanks," she said.

   "Nicholas Faye of Ozona, Texas, was beaten to death roughly thirteen hours ago. Blunt force trauma to the head. He's the second young boy in Ozona to die the same death in the last two months," JJ said, "local hunter found his body in the woods. First victim's name, Robbie Davis."

   "Are these boys connected somehow?" Derek asked.

   "Ozona's population is roughly 2,500," JJ said, "everyone has some kind of connection."

   "Well, shit," Kit said softly.

   "Well, if they weren't linked before, they most certainly are now," Derek said.

   "Both murdered by the same offender," Spencer said.

   "Who's hunting children," Jason said.

plato wrote, " we can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark. the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. "

   "You guys hear Elle was cleared?" Spencer asked as he sat down.

   "Self-defense," Kit and Derek said. Derek noticed her fiddling with the thin chain of her necklace.

   "So, it was a good shoot," Spencer said.

   "She hit what she was aimin' for," JJ said. Kit snorted and looked down, biting her lip.

   "That's not what I meant," Spencer said.

   "I know," JJ said.

   "If they cleared her, how come she's not here with us?" Derek asked, "or Hotch?"

   "Who knows," Kit said, looking up.

   "Focus on the case," Jason said.

   JJ looked at them and sighed. "Ozona police and autopsy report for Nicholas Faye and Robbie Davis," she said, handing it to Jason.

   "Well, the bludgeoning could suggest frustration or rage," Derek said.

   "With no apparent sexual motivation. That's rare when the victims are this young," Spencer said.

   "My maternal instinct is telling me to slap flex tape over Spencer's mouth the next time he mentions that," Kit said.

   "Maternal instinct?" JJ questioned.

   "Flex tape?!" Spencer asked loudly, alarmed.

   "You heard her, Pretty Boy, time to stop with your rambling," Derek smirked.

   "This unsub seems to be taking pleasure from the kill itself," Jason said.

   "So if it's not sexual, what's the significance of targeting young males?" Cora asked.

   "Most serial killers prey upon specific types to carry out their fantasies of revenge," Aleksander said.

   "You've been hanging out with one of the doctors too much, my money's on Spencer," Kit said. Spencer continued to talk ad JJ's phone rang.

   "Bundy killed that looked like an ex-girlfriend who jilted him. Dahmer claimed that schoolyard harassment fed into his fury," Spencer said.

   "So maybe these little boys represent someone who victimized the offender," Kit said.

   "Like a young male from his past," Spencer said, "maybe a bully, an older brother, someone who abused him."

   "No, that's unlikely," JJ said as she got off the phone, "they just found another body. 11-year-old girl."

   Kit sighed and bit the inside of her cheek. Derek grabbed her hand gently. "Why would the victimology change like that?" Cora asked.

   "Maybe the girl wasn't the target. Maybe she just got in the way," Derek said.

   "Or the sex of his victim isn't significant. The pace he's killing certainly indicates a velocity of change," Jason said.

   "We can't surveil every kid in Ozona. How are we supposed to keep them all safe?" JJ asked.

   "Enforce a curfew?" Spencer asked.

   Kit and Derek both shook their heads slightly. "Children shouldn't have to worry about something like that," Derek said.

   "Tell me about it," JJ muttered, "the woods were the only thing I was afraid of when I was a kid."

   "Seriously?" Derek asked, "thought you grew up in a small town."

   "Yeah, surrounded by woods," JJ said.

   "Bummer for you," Derek said.

   "Yeah," JJ sighed.

   "Only thing I was afraid of was the dark," Derek said.

   "Some of us still are," Spencer said.

   "You're afraid of the dark?" Kit asked, "that's okay, I'm afraid of medical masks."

   "When we land, Morgan and Kit go to the new crime scene. The little girl," Jason said, "I'll look at the scene where Nicholas Faye was found."

   Derek sighed and looked at Kit as she spoke with the ME. The deputy ( or, that's what Kit guessed he was ) had told them the little girl was bludgeoned to death the same way the boys had been. "Not entirely true. I found some markings on her scalp that indicated that this psycho beat her post-mortem," the ME said.

   "The unsub's getting more brazen," Kit said.

   "He's getting brazen, all right," the ME said, "I've bagged three children in the last month."

   "Now he's spending more time with the victims even after death," Derek said, "he had to know he wasn't gonna be interrupted, but how? Hoe could he be so sure?"

   "The forest goes for miles and miles, but nobody goes walkin' in it unless they're lookin' to kill," the ME said.

   Kit and Derek looked at the sign. "Or hunt," Kit said.

   "In which case, he'd know every inch of these woods, right, every trail?" Derek asked, "Kit Kat, whoever killed these children is very familiar with this area. In my opinion, he probably lived on Ozona his whole life."

   "It's something we call the buddy system. That means you always go everywhere with a friend," JJ said.

   "That's right, because bad men and women are more likely to talk to us only when we're by ourselves," Derek said.

   "We don't know what these guys look like yet. It could be somebody you know," Kit said.

   A little girl raised her hand. "Yes, sweetheart, you got a question?" Derek asked.

   "There was this little girl once on the news, who just got grabbed right in front of her house. Could that happen to us?" The girl asked.

   Derek glanced at Kit and JJ, Kit simply shrugging, as if to say, 'you're in your own with this one.' He gave her a dirty look.

   "Nothing's gonna happen to any of you, as long as you remember this buddy system, okay?" Derek asked.

   "Can I have your attention, please?" Jason asked, "good afternoon. We want to make something clear. Due to the velocity of change, we predict this offender could try and strike again anytime. His confidence builds with every attack."

   "Look for someone physically fit, shy, kind disposition, someone you may trust with your own child. Because the killer targets kids, he may be small himself," Derek said.

   "And though we keep referring to this unsub as "he," do not rule out a woman," Kit said.

   "Excuse me," a woman said.

   "Chief," deputy said, "you're gonna want to hear this."

   "My son Matthew never same home today," the woman said.

   "Here we go," Aleksander mumbled.

   "When was he last seen?" Jason asked.

   "His teacher saw him in the parking lot after school," the woman said.

   "Search team."

   "Yes, sir."

   "Okay, Reid, Cora, the school is on Willow Road," Derek said.

   "If the boy was abducted, then this area would be the most secluded nearby," Cora said.

   "So Jones can put his guys at the gas station..."

   The story about Finnegan gave Kit chills. An old man who watchers children and hunts them. Skins them. Eats them. Possibly the worst story Kit had heard.

   "Folks have been tellin' that story since I was a kid," the counselor said.

   "Why haven't we heard about this?" Kit asked.

   "Fables are often sparked by an ounce of truth. We should exhaust every possibility," Derek said.

   "Sure looks like a haunted house," Spencer said as everyone got out of the SUV.

   "Morgan, you, Kit, and Jones take the front. Reid, Cora, and I will cover the outbuildings," Jason said.

   Kit, Derek, and Jones ran up to the front quickly. The door was already open, and creaked as it opened slowly. "Mr. Finnegan!" Jones yelled.

   "God, if this isn't horror movie material I don't know what is," Kit mumbled to Derek, who smiled a bit.

   "Always know how to brighten the mood, huh, babe?" He asked as the three ran into the house.

   "Of course," Kit smirked.

   "Upstairs is clear," Jones said, "Finnegan's not here."

   "Yeah, and neither is the missing boy," Kit said.

   "Electricity's out," Jones pointed out. Kit rolled her eyes.

   "Thank you, Captain Obvious," she scoffed.

   "I know," Derek said.

   "Maybe he's been away," Jones said.

   "No. This paper was delivered today," Derek said.

   "So Finnegan was here earlier," Jones said.

   "Yeah, but where is he now?" Kit asked.

   Kit was watching the entire time Spencer was on the phone with Garcia. Spencer had gotten up and bumped into Derek and almost screamed, stumbling slightly. This caused Kit to almost collapse laughing.

   "You really are afraid of the dark," Derek said with a smile.

   "I'm workin' on that," Spencer replied as he walked away.

   "You should work a little harder," Kit teased.

   "My deputy got the boy home safe," the sheriff ( ? ) said as he entered the home.

   "Turns out the poor kid was scared by a tree branch," Cora said.

   "This whole town's on edge," Derek said, sighing.

   "Maybe that's why Finnegan's in the wind," Kit said.

   Kit and Derek walked over into a separate room and sighed. "Hey, that's interesting," Derek said.

   "The unsub didn't use a gun," Spencer said.

   "Bet he knows every trail in Ozona," Jason said, "Finnegan's an avid hunter. Why didn't he use a..." He picked up a lunch box under the table, "Robbie Davis."

   "First victim," the sheriff said.

   Jason picked up another lunch box. "Sarah P. Sarah Peterson, right?" He asked.

   "I guess Finnegan brought the kids back here first before baitin' 'em into the woods," Derek said, "but why wouldn't he get rid of the evidence?"

   "He considers them trophies," Spencer and Cora said.

   "When this is all said and done, I'd like to hang his head on my wall," Derek said.

   "You're lucky I live with three children, Derek," Kit replied blankly. The two walked away quickly.

   Finnegan had died. They guessed natural causes, Spencer had even pointed out that his heart had probably gave out setting a trap.

   "Those Coyotes were gnawing on him for a week," the ME said.

   "Before the second and third murders happened," Kit sighed.

   "The area's off the traveled path. It's a wonder anyone discovered him at all," Spencer said.

   "Is it?" The ME asked, "those leaves didn't cover him up by themselves."

   "He's right. The deputy may have not been the first to find him," Derek said.

   "And our only suspects been cleared," Cora scoffed.

   Kit and Derek looked at Jason. "Square one?" Derek asked.

   "No," Jason said, "if Finnegan's been dead all this time, who's livin' in his house?" He began to walk away. "Let's go."

   "Here's a question— if a tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound if there's nobody there to hear it?" Spencer asked

   "What the hell are you reading?" Kit asked.

   "I was just thinking," Spencer said.

   "The unsub found Finnegan's corpse in a lightly traveled part of the woods, and no one else knew," Derek said, "so he was able to use this house, and no one was the wiser."

   "Actually, I was referring to Finnegan's wife," Spencer said. Kit laughed and looked down.

   "What are you talking about?" Derek asked.

   "She was rumored missing, perhaps killed, almost 50 years ago, when, in actuality, she left Finnegan for another man. Hr writes about it in hid journals, how he would look out the window on a daily basis to see if she would come home. She never did. He never recovered. He ended up turning into a recluse that people in town misunderstood," Spencer said.

   "Found somethin'," Jason said as he walked into the room, "come here." He walked away.

   "Provisions, delivered by the church to every elder's doorstep, each one dated after Finnegan died," Jason said.

   "So the unsub ate everything," Derek said.

   "Almost everything," Jason said, "unopened bowls of creamed spinach thrown into the trash, each other wrapped with ductape."

   "One with each tray," Spencer said.

   "So were looking for a guy who really, really hates spinach?" Kit asked, turning to Derek and holding her hands out, "might as well arrest me." Derek shook his head and shoved her shoulder gently.

   "I bet you'd like getting cuffed," Derek scoffed.

   "Only if it's you cuffing me," Kit smirked.

   "Who doesn't hate spinach?" Cora asked.

   "Me," Aleksander piped up as he walked up to him.

   "Ritualized, meticulous, organized," Jason said.

   "He would eat with the same particulars," Spencer said.

   "Pull prints," Jason said. His phone started to ring, "have Garcia run 'em for a match."

   "It's about Elle, isn't it?" Spencer asked, directing his question more towards Kit.

   "Hotch tells me a lot, but he doesn't tell me everything," Kit said softly.

   "Okay, Miss Future Unit Chief," Aleksander scoffed.

   "I don't know," Derek said to Spencer.

   "You know, I talked to her in Ohio."

   "Reid, we all talked to her."

   "No, I—I—I talked to her before. I went to her room one night, and she was drinking," Spencer said.

   "She almost died. I'd be drinkin', too," Derek said.

   Kit sat on the floor by Derek's legs, picking at her nail as Aleksander braided her hair. "Why the woods, JJ?" Derek asked. Aleksander sighed in annoyance when Kit looked at him, aggressively jerking her head so she groaned.

   "Ow!"

   "Hm?" JJ asked Derek.

   "Your fear. You said it was of the woods," Derek said.

   "Um, I used to be a camp counselor when I was a teenager in the woods up in Vermont. I had the night shift— tuck the girls in, turn off the lights, you know, the typical drill. Everything seemed fine, all the kids were asleep. You know, nothing seemed out of the ordinary… until I noticed that there was some blood on the hallway floor. So I followed the blood trail out to the camp directors cabin, walked up to his bed, and he was just laying there underneath his covers… dead. Someone stabbed him." Kit's eyes widened as Aleksander finished the braid. "I ran out if there so fast. Out the door, down the hall. I just remember it being really dark. Once I got to the door, there was another counselor there. I guess she heard me scream. They caught the caretaker on his way into town. I guess he still had the knife on him. Anyway, I guess that's probably when I decided I didn't like the woods."

   Kit and Derek glanced at each other. "You're serious?" Derek asked.

   JJ took a sip of her coffee, giving Derek a dead serious look before making a face. "No," she said. Kit rolled her eyes, as JJ laughed, "no, I… you fell for that?"

   Derek chuckled and leaned back into the couch. "Come on, I don't know why I'm afraid of the woods. I just… I am." JJ pointed to Spencer, still looking at Derek. "Why is he still afraid of the dark?" She then pointed to Kit. "And why is she afraid of medical masks?"

   Derek disregarded the question about Kit's fear, knowing it was a bad thing to look back on for her. "Yeah, Reid, why are you still afraid of the dark?"

   "Because of the inherent absence of light!" Spencer answered.

   "Oh," JJ said, Kit hearing an ounce of sarcasm in her voice.

   "JJ, that was pretty good," Derek said as his phone rang.

   "Ha! That's what she said!" Kit exclaimed.

   Derek gave her a look. "Just know that paybacks are a bitch," he said. Kit and Aleksander looked at each other with small smirks.

   "I'm shakin'," JJ joked.

   Derek answered his phone. "Yeah." He got off with the phone with Garcia after mentioning the guidence counselor. "Call Gideon. We just found our unsub."

   Derek walked into the cell with Kit and closed the door. He then walked over to Charles and placed the file down. "Here's the deal. I could stand here and tell you what I think you were doin' in Finnegan's house for the last two weeks, or you could do us all a favor. Sign a confession, maybe get a little something taken off your time. What do you say?" Derek asked.

   "I never stepped inside Finnegan's house," Charles said. Derek dropped the pen.

   "That isn't the answer we were looking for, sweetheart," Kit mocked. Earlier, Charles had called her sweetheart, so it was coming back to bite him in the ass.

   "See, fact is, we got your fingerprints inside the house all over the trays of food," Derek said.

   "Of course you did. I delivered 'em every week," Charles said.

   Derek grabbed the red hat. "What are you doin' with Nicholas Faye's hat? Hmm?" Derek asked.

   "Maybe he was trying to dispose of it. Or maybe he was so proud of his keepsake, he wanted a safe place to hide it," Kit said.

   "How these last six months been for you, James?" Derek asked, "not too good, huh? Oh, no, your whole life is fallin' apart, isn't it? Oh, yeah, you gotta be feelin' a loss of control."

   "Sense of abandonment," Kit continued.

   "And we would guess, uh… little impotent maybe," Derek said, "come on, man, give me somethin'."

   Kit smirked. "Why did your wife leave you, hmm?" She asked with a mock pout.

   "What happened, James? She get bored? I mean, you don't seem all that exciting to me," Derek said, "she start feeling a little uninspired? Hey, you're not a Minuteman, are you?" Charles stayed silent.

   "Oh, so that's what it is," Kit said snarkily, smiling as she walked over, "you're done before she even gets started, huh? She left you for another man who has—" James got up, pushing everything off the table and hitting Kit in the process, "okay then!"

   "James, that was exciting!" Derek yelled, "did she hit a nerve?"

   "I want to go home," Charles said.

   "Oh, you want to go home?" Kit asked.

   "Well, we're sorry. That ain't about to happen, so why don't you come over here and sit your ass down?" Derek asked. Charles didn't move, "I said sit down!"

   "I'm done talkin' to you," Charles said.

   Derek looked at Kit and she sighed. "I will tell you what you're done doing, understood?" She asked, "James, we can't help you if you don't start talking."

   "Somethin'!" Derek yelled. Derek got off the phone and Kit gave him a curious look. "What were you doin'? Workin' your way up to the victim you wanted to kill most? Your son?"

   Kit's eyes widened, before finally starting go catch onto what Derek was saying. "What'd you do with him, James?" Kit asked. James shook his head, sparking a new kind of rage in Kit. "Are you really so fucking weak you have to blame your own child for your failed marriage?!"

   "Shut up!" Charles yelled.

   "No! Start talking! Because we need to understand this!" Kit screamed, almost at the top of her lungs, "you beat those children who trusted you! Why?! So you could regain your power?!"

   Derek looked at her before looking back at Charles. "We got a news flash for you. You never had any to begin with," he said.

   "That's right. Keep it comin', keep it comin'," Charles said.

   "We are so far from finished with you, you son of a bitch," Derek said.

   "I could do this all day if I really wanted to," Kit said, "it's only a matter of time before I snap and you're on the floor, knocked out cold. You make me sick!"

   "You know what happens to guys who mess with kids on the inside?" Derek asked, "do you?"

   "Can I have a word with him?" Jason asked as he entered the room. Kit took a deep breath.

   "Yeah," Derek said, grabbing Kit's wrist gently and walking out. Kit leaned against the wall, rubbing her throat gently.

   "Screaming really took a toll on my vocal cords," she chuckled. Derek gave her the slightest smile, looking down at her wrist. He noticed the sever circular scars around her wrists.

   "What's that about?" He asked, nodding to the scars.

   "The US really needs to get better handcuffs," Kit smiled.

   "Ah," Derek nodded.

   "I also handcuff my wrist to the bed at night," Kit said softly, "PTSD has made me anxious. That I might get up and hurt someone without realizing it. Safety precautions, you know?"

   "Kit Kat," Derek sighed, "if you need help, talk to someone. Cora, Reid, Hotch Gideon, your brother, me."

   "None of you are professionals other than Cora, who despises me," Kit said.

   Derek nodded. "I get your point, but still..."

   "I'll keep it in mind," Kit smiled, starting to walk again.

   Derek smiled as well. "Yeah, you better."

   Kit, Derek, Jones, and Jason got out of the car quickly to meet JJ, Cora, and Spencer. "You know, after this mom left, Jeffery probably resented the fact that his dad spends more time at work with other kids than with his own," Derek said.

   "And took that rage out on any kid he viewed as having anything he didn't," Jason said.

   "So Tracy's mom said the bus would have dropped her off here after school," JJ said, "she was supposed to walk home with a neighbor."

   "That's most likely when Jeffery approached, but where would he have taken her?" Spencer asked.

   "There's such heavy patrolling in this town," JJ said, "how do you manage to take a little girl without being seen?"

   "Because we taught him," Kit realized, "nobody will think anything of two kids walking together—"

   "Buddy system, remember?" Aleksander asked.

   "In the process of educating the public, we educated a killer," Kit said.

   "When it's off season baseball, where would a 12-year-old kid hang out?" JJ asked.

   "The park," Jason said.

   "Surrounded by woods," Cora said.

   "Let's go."

   Kit and Jason had found Tracy and Jeffery at almost the exact same time. Jason had grabbed Jeffery while Tracy clung to Kit, Kit holding the young blonde tightly.

   "Are you okay?" Kit asked Tracy softly, stroking her hair a bit. Tracy nodded. "Good. Good. Okay."

   Kit sighed and looked at Charles, feeling slightly guilty. "I'm not gonna apologize, but if you want or need to, Kit Kat, go ahead," Derek said to her. Kit hesitated before nodding and walking over to Charles.

   "Mr. Charles," Kit said, "I think an apology is in order. Had I put it together before hand, I wouldn't have treated you the way I did."

   "You were doing your job, Agent Egorova," Charles replied. Kit smiled sadly.

   "I still shouldn't have said those things." She put her hand out and Charles shook it quickly, "have a nice day."

   Charles nodded. "You too." Kit walked away and over to Derek quickly.

   "You tell him everything you needed to?" Derek asked. Kit nodded and sighed, giving Derek a small smile.

   "Yeah. I did."

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