A/N:

Hey guys! Still not a lot of traffic on this story. Um, tell me your thoughts. This builds more upon the story than anything else. Not a lot of Everlark.

Since this is based off a TV show, their relationship with progress quite slowly.

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I will be updating my other stories soon.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Hunger Games Trilogy or and thing that involves the show Fringe.

-RC

He runs into the confessional, straight through the rows of benches, usually used during a sermon. He looks scraggly, unkempt, and panicked. "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It's been three months since I last confessed." He chants hurriedly. He rubs his sweaty palms against his worn jeans, anxious.

"Go, on son." The priest says through the concealing panel.

"Do- do you believe God can speak to you, Father?" He stutters nervously.

"Of course I do. The Lord speaks to all those who are willing to listen."

"I- I'm a good man, Father. At least I try to be. I- I don't know why he chose me but I see thing things. It- it's happening again." The man clutches his head, willing the images to leave. He sees a man in a clean, crisp suit board a bus. He carries a briefcase. He inspects the passengers. "It's happening again and I'm scared!"

"Scared of what?" Father Kent asks, concerned for the young man.

"Of what's going to happen on the bus." The man in the suit begins to open his case, put a mask on, and attacks. He can hear the echoes of their screams as the mist engulfs the entirety of the bus. The man picks up a backpack and walks free. "I want it to stop! Please! I just want it to stop!" He shrieks as he flees the church. He priest scurries after him.

"Have you hurt someone?" He asks. With no reply he continues, watching the fleeting shadow of the man, "Roy! Roy, son I know it's you!" He shouts. When he looks down, there is a drawing lying on the floor. The passengers are set in a charcoal drawing as they wail, suffocating as the gas solidifies around their figures.

Katniss stares at the attendees. She keeps a straight face as Hazelle Hawthorne is given a folded up flag to honor her dead son. Tears steam down the fragile woman's face, a woman she was quite fond of, still is, but is unable to bear being in her presence due to the dirty looks she throws her. She closes her eyes slowly, giving herself just a few moments to mourn alongside his mother. Most of the crowd disperses after he was laid into the ground but not Hazelle. Or Gale's three other siblings. They stare at their mother, her eyes swollen, panting, taking deep breaths to calm her racing heart. It reminded Katniss of how she had felt. Finding out he was a traitor. He. Partner. Lover. Friend.

Liar.

She turns away from the scene leaning against a tree. Then as if a switch has been flipped, all the sadness that had been accumulated since Gale Hawthorne's death dissipates, leaving a gaping hole which she fills with anger and frustration. She exhales loudly, rubbing her temples. She didn't get dressed up for her partner's funeral. Just her regular attire; black pants suit, white button down shirt, tennis shoes, and her signature braid. She was easily spotted by Ms. Johanna Mason, who came running up to her disheveled figure.

"I know Kat, just being here was hard, but you did the right thing. For his family."

"Yeah. The man betrays his country, turning over state secrets to God knows who. And here we are, pretending he's a hero." Her friend's gaze flickers surprise a moment due to Katniss's change in attitude, before saddening once again. She sighs.

"I know. Stop. Bureau's got one black eye as it is. The last thing we need right now is another espionage scandal. You made it through. It's over now." If only she knew.

"Did you see Gale's mother? She wouldn't stop looking at me."

"His mother? Hazelle."

"Yeah, she was blaming me for it; as if it is my fault he's dead."

"As far as Hazelle knows, her son died a hero serving his country."

"He used me, Jo; he told me he loved me." Johanna looks at her friend, wide eyed a moment. "It was all a lie!" Katniss whispers roughly.

"I wasn't going to tell you this, but… he told me he loved me too." She says with a smirk, quickly diffusing the situation with a light laugh.

"Thank you." Katniss says quietly, just before her phone rings. "Everdeen." She answers.

Peeta sits across from his father at an oldy-styled café. He eyes him suspiciously as he mixes a white powder into his tea. "You brought your own sweetener?" He asks with a scoff.

"Don't be ridiculous. It's my medication." Walter replies as if it's the simplest thing in the world.

"You're not on any medication." Peeta says with a frown.

"Of course I am. I've been making it myself in the lab."

"I really wish you were joking. You've been self-medicating… with home-made drugs." He mutters out loud to himself.

"It's a simple concoction of dextromethorphan, clonazepam, and some fluoxetine."

"Those are psychotics, Walter. All of them." He groans.

"Of course they are. That's the point. I have been in a mental facility for the past seventeen years. It's put me quite out of balance." Walter says, but his son's attention is quickly diverted behind him to a man with a camera.

"Just stay here for a second, would you?" Peeta's gaze never leaves the man as he slips from the booth.

"What if I need to use the bathroom?" Walter whines. He quickly turns back towards his father and glares.

"Just hold it." Walter watches Peeta leave, until he hears a buzzing. He looks down at his son's phone curiously, picks it up, and answers.

Peeta walks up to the man and grabs his camera. "Hey, what are you doing?" He yells.

"You really thought I didn't see you all day?" Peeta asks with a shake of his head while scrolling through countless photos of himself. He takes out the memory disk.

"You were supposed to check in before you came home."

"You tell anyone I'm here and you'll be the first I come after." He growls and waltzes back to the booth.

Walter looks up happily and smiles. "It was moving, but I stopped it," He says with a gesture at the cell phone. "And also there was something very important. Oh, yes the pancakes I decided… blueberry."

"That's great, Walter, but did someone call me?"

"Yes, that is what was important. Something about a bus."

The trio walks down the dim tunnel, illuminated orange with the artificial lights. Abernathy leads them, informing on the way. "The incident occurred at 8:14 A.M. - middle of rush hour. First responders were worried it was bioterrorism. They called in the C.D.C. - confirmed the attack isn't biological in nature. There's no Contagion."

"And you said there wasn't any good news." Peeta mockingly comments, just before reaching the bus. The sight stops him in his tracks. A dozen people stand inside, stuck in the brownish-orange substance. Their mouths are agape, open mid-scream as their bodies hold their position, shifting toward the exit.

"Oh, this is horrible- like mosquitos trapped in amber." Walter says with an under lying hint of curiosity.

"If this is an attack, why not just use something conventional, like plastic explosives? A pipe bomb?" Katniss asks Abernathy.

"Impact. Whoever did this wanted attention, I mean, look at that." Peeta motions toward the bus, eyes still wide.

"Or it's not an attack at all and it's something else entirely." Haymitch replies, gruff.

"Meaning what?" She asks.

"If I knew that, you wouldn't be here."

Walter begins to mutter things until saying loud and clear, "I imagine that the material was released in gaseous form before solidification. I need to study it back in my lab. Can I have some?"

"Yes. We'll also have to dig out their personal effects so we can ID them. Notify their next of kin." Katniss says.

Roy begins seeing things again. His sits in his white boring cubicle when suddenly, as if he has no control, begins to draw out the images in his head. He is only brought back to the world by the voice of a concerned coworker, "What is that Roy?" He looks down. The woman lies dead, looking beautiful and serene; all parts of her are flawless except her hands, slit open and oozing out blood.

"I- I don't know."

The Lab

Peeta leans against the counter, watching his father, "Any ideas as to what it is yet?"

"It's tricky. Very tricky." Walter studies the microscope slides, "All I've been able to discern is that it starts as a silicon-based aerosol, and it solidifies somehow. You could be of assistance to me. I would love to hear some Bach. Mass in A minor. Will you play it for me? I'm sure the young lady down there would get us a piano." He motions toward Rue.

"That young lady is an F.B.I. Agent , Walter. Her name is Rue, and this is the 100th time you have forgotten her name. So, no, I don't think I can get you a piano." She smiles at him.

His father clicks his tongue and shakes his head, "You always resisted your lessons too. Lack of commitment, son, was always your problem. Imagine that's why you still haven't chosen a profession."

"Oh, well, I suppose I should've followed in your footsteps. You work has obviously brought so much joy to the world." He snaps.

Walter's demeanor changes, "Who was he, Peeta?"

"I'm sorry?" He asks, confused.

"The man in the diner."

"It was nothing. He was harassing the waitress. I just told him to cut it out." He lies smoothly and turns away.

She stands, surrounded by various items, having been cut from the amber. She walks along them, studying the bodies. They lay motionless, blue faced. Asphyxiation. She looks upon them and sees a man. Well, what he's holding more exactly. "Excuse me?" She asks the forensic technician. "Can you extract this camera?"

The men and women go about their daily lives, normal on the tape. "If we're lucky, maybe he caught whoever did this-" She sees something, "Stop… go back. Can you close in on that woman?" She sits alone, long flowing brown hair, her attire isn't anything special, but she's holding a bag. A blue one, but it's not among those they recovered. Jo walks up behind her.

"What is it?" She asks.

"The backpack, it wasn't there before. I just saw this woman, and it wasn't on her."

"So someone took the bag from her? Got off the bus before the attack?"

"Who is she?" Katniss inquires from the technician. They call-up the woman's computer personnel file and hand it to Agent Everdeen, "Evelina Mendoza. She's a federal employee.

"What's her job?" Jo wonders aloud.

The brunette's jaw drops, "Oh, my God. She's D.E.A."

Federal Building

Katniss treads behind Haymitch and yells out to him, getting him to turn around. "The woman who died on the bus, whose backpack was stolen, she was a drug enforcement agent, working undercover. She had a handler, Grant Davidson. I want to call him in for questioning." He shrugs and continues along the hallway.

Morgue

He stands tall, outside the morgue. He looks at her sadly, "I apologize for not being more cooperative on the phone earlier. I had to ask my superiors for clearance to talk to you about Eve."

"Our condolences," Katniss says in her most sympathetic tone. "Based upon her records, she seemed like an exemplary agent."

"She was." He smiles.

"Agent Davidson, can you tell us what cases she was working on?"

"Uh, three months ago, she was tasked to infiltrate the east coast representatives of a Nicaraguan drug cartel. We'd been banging on them for over a year. Out of the blue, she called me. Said she wanted me to pull her out. She was scared. She heard members of the cartel discussing something about 'The Pattern'. I told her I never heard of it. And, uh, we set up a meet but she never showed." He looks down, shamefully, as if it was his responsibility.

"It appears whoever attacked the bus this morning was interested in one of her effects. Do you have any idea what she could've been carrying?" Her eyes bore into his, awaiting the answer. He looks behind her, lost in what seemed to be a happy memory. He comes back to Earth.

"No. I wish I could be of more help."

"You have been useful. Thank you. Now, I need to ask if you would be able to identify her body."

"That should be fine."

They walk down the corridor, to the room in which Eve's body is being held. Grant takes a sharp intake of breath when he saw her lying in the slab. Stitches run across her chest from her recent autopsy. His eyes become shiny.

"Have you spoken with her family?" Katniss inquires.

"Uh, there's a brother she doesn't talk to…" He looks longingly at the beautiful woman. She appears so peaceful in death, preserved. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize how hard this was going to be."

"You don't have to explain. I know what it's like to lose someone you've worked with closely."

She truly does.

"I'd uh… I'd like to say good-bye to her alone." Katniss nods solemnly. Just before she leaves, she turns to see Grant pick up the lifeless fingers of his coworker and kisses her hand. Silent tears stream down his face as he cradles her hand with his own. Everdeen lowers her eyes and departs.

The Lab

She walks in, immediately noticing the redecoration. "Should I bother to ask?" She gestures to the piano, which is taking up a large amount of space. Rue laughs and strides up behind her.

"Music helps him process. It works too. As soon as Peeta started playing, Walter just kind of locked in. He was able to recreate the material from the crime scene."

They share a knowing smirk towards the scientist who sits calmly at the bench, running his finger over the keys.

"Hey!" The son calls to the Agent, running back in through the door.

"I hear you can play piano." She smiles slightly.

"He doesn't just play. He's good. You should hear him." Rue speaks up.

"No. Maybe another time." Peeta dismisses it.

"You'll be pleased to hear we figured it out. The material, the gas that was released on the bus, turned solid when it met the nitrogen in the atmosphere - instantly immobilizing and suffocating the passengers." Walter declares.

"So who would have the know-how to manufacture something like this?"

"I'll give you six guesses. And the first five don't count." Peeta grins.

Katniss mirrors his gaze, "Massive Dynamic."

Rue sits at the computer, surfing though the FBI database. "You two were right. Three chemical companies in the U.S. supply those compounds… all of them fully-owned subsidiaries of Massive Dynamic."

They share a smile until it's interrupted by her phone. "Jo, what's up?"

"We've got something. I think you want to see it."

Roy's Apartment

"Tip got called in from a priest over at St. Anne's. Says the guy that lives here mentioned a potential incident about the bus before it happened." They walk along the walls of the cluttered apartment. Others stand around them, looking for clues.

"So what do we know about him?"

"Name's Roy McComb. He's a high school graduate, no criminal record. Apparently he's been pushing papers over at an escrow company for the last couple of months. Got D.P.D. picking him up from there right now."

"That doesn't seem like the profile of a mass-murderer." She retorts.

"No. I didn't think so either." Jo begins to walk into another room. "But…"

"What?" She follows her partner to discover art of the horrific images she had been growing accustomed to lately, sculptures, drawings, paintings… all relating to 'The Pattern'.

"You're looking at depictions of dozens of attacks, accidents, disasters we've seen over the past year. And look, all of them are dated before the incidents took place."

She looks down at a little toy commercial flight with the numbers 627 scrawled on it, "Is that the flight from Hamburg?"

Federal Building

They all stare at the man; overweight, uncut, sweaty, nervous, jittery. "So this guy drew Flight 6-2-7, the 'Angel Suicides' in Baltimore and the 'Birmingham Bridge Collapse'. Clearly, the man is disturbed… but do you really think that he could be involved in all this?" Peeta asks skeptically.

"No. I don't. But that doesn't make me any less interested in the way he got his information. Several of those incidents have never been made public. And based on the evidence, every one of them was either drawn or constructed before the event depicted." Haymitch says.

"I'm going in." Johanna states with a sly twitch of her lips and waltzes away. The door to the interrogation room open and in pops Mason; clean, precise, and so unlike herself. "Hello Mr. McComb. I'm Special Agent Johanna Mason with the FBI. I'd like to ask you a few questions. Would that be okay?"

"Y-yes." He stutters, "And just Roy, please."

"Okay, Roy, well I'd like to start with this drawing of yours." She says softly. Out from a manila folder comes the black and white charcoal found in the church. He visibly stiffens.

Coin's Office: Massive Dynamic

Katniss stood in front of Alma Coin's desk, impatient, "Fourteen different chemicals compounds were used in the material responsible for the incident on the bus. Three of them, manufactured exclusively by your subsidiaries." She says swiftly.

The woman in front of her, with the pin straight gray hair, sat calmly, unaffected by the agent staring her down. She smiled slightly. "You've done your homework. Although, you may like to know, we supply them to a dozen labs around the world. It could have been stolen from any one of them."

Katniss scowls her eyes, but continues to smiles tightly. "I would like a list of those labs then." She huffs.

"Of course. Anything you need." Katniss stays in her spot, staring her down. "Will there be anything else?"

Everdeen quickly corrects her posture and sits down, the start of a conversation with different content, "When we first met, you said that science and technology had advanced to such as state that - your words - they were running out of control."

"That sounds about right."

"Well so far, all the science and technology that I've come across has been very tightly controlled by Massive Dynamic. Every case I investigate has a tie back to this company." She inspects Coin's face, awaiting the moment that what she was saying would click in the older woman's mind.

"Well, I think maybe you have it backwards. Massive Dynamic is... well, so massive that just about everything in the world of science and technology has a tie back to us. Of course, I could say something of the same to you, couldn't I? You've been investigating these cases for a very short while now. At least three of them have occurred right in your own backyard. I might suspect that you, yourself were somehow responsible." She smirks in a deadly manner, and then changes her expression to a happy one for her assistant who handed her the files, "Thank you." She directs her attention back to Katniss, "I hope it'll help you find whoever's behind these attacks." She says with a smile.

"Attacks?" She asks curiously.

"Oh, apparently Haymitch didn't tell you." Alma looks at her knowingly, "Yes, the technology was used once before in Prague, although there were fewer casualties. Then I suppose if you had access to the case files, you'd know that we'd already shared all the information we have with the Government." Katniss depart in a sour mood, but thanks her anyway.

Federal Building

"What about this one?" Mason probes, more sternly than before, "Is this one going to happen too?" Roy looks down at the pencil drawing he'd had on his person when they brought him in.

He begins to shake his head and rub his temples, "I- I don't know. Look, I know that this sounds crazy, in fact, I think I am crazy. But I can be anywhere, at home or at work, and uh, then all of a sudden I get this, I don't know how to describe it... this... this feeling and the only way that I can get it out, get rid of it is to try to draw what I see. Or to try to build it. Sometimes, that works too." He sighs.

Jo- no matter the circumstance, always able to keep a calm demeanor- Leans forward to catch McCombs eye, "How long has this been happening?"

"I think around like 9 months?" He begins to breathe deeply.

Abernathy stands in a circle with his team, "Nine months? That's roughly when we became aware of the pattern."

"Meaning what?" Peeta asks, serious for once.

Abernathy turns and replies, "I'm not entirely sure yet, but I can't say he's lying."

"He's not. I like to consider myself to be a fairly good poker player, which requires me to have the ability to read my opponents' tells, knowing he's bluffing. He's not bluffing. Regardless of what the actual explanation is, he sincerely believes that what he's saying is the truth." He nods along with the explanation Peeta gives.

"In that case, what do you suggest? How has he learned of these incidents?"

"I don't know."

Katniss walk in sullen, but immediately uplifted to see all the people she needed to speak to in the same room. "Hey!" She exclaims, "I was just talking to Jo, she told me-"

Walter interrupts her, "Occam's razor. A lot of things being equal, the simplest solution is best."

"And what's that?" Haymitch asks.

"The man's a psychic. Theoretically, it's very possible."

"You're saying Roy can read people's minds?" Katniss asks.

"I posit that Roy has no control over his abilities- that he's linked psychically with someone or less likely but still possible a small group of people responsible for these events. Equally possible, someone's who merely discussing them. Perhaps he's communicating with you Agent Abernathy."

"Forgive me, Dr. Mellark. I consider myself fairly open minded but I have a hard time believing that McComb is hearing someone else's thoughts." Abernathy states tersely.

"As do I. Which is why I'd like to prove it." He declares.

"And here we go." Peeta sighs, shaking his head.

"How is it you would do that?" Abernathy inquires.

"Am I required to keep him alive?" To this statement, Peeta laughs out loud.

"That would probably be best." Katniss replies.

"Can we talk a moment?" Katniss breezes through the hall, catching up to Abernathy.

"Go ahead."

"I spoke with Alma Coin, and she informed me that this isn't the first time the material has been used."

"I'd usually be skeptical of anything that came from Alma, but in this instance, she was correct."

"So, what? Now I don't even have clearance for background information on a case I'm investigating?" Katniss scoffs.

"Agent Everdeen, if I'm not always completely transparent with you there's a reason. This little task force that you and I call our day job now, it sometimes requires some... shall we say bureaucratic maneuvering to keep it alive and free from political meddling… which means… sometimes I don't tell you everything for your own protection."

She scowls but professionally returns with a quick statement, "With all due respect, chief, that's not good enough. If I'm to do my job properly, I need all the information."

Hospital

"What is it we're looking for?" Peeta asks Walter, who looks at the monitor screens in front of him.

"If my thesis is correct, if he is picking up the thoughts of another human being, he will leave a distinct signature." Peeta stares on at McComb, who was getting prepped to go into an MRI scan.

"And you think we'll be able to identify what those thoughts are…?"

"That's preposterous." Walter laughs, "But I may be able to intercept them." Roy enters the chamber, looking very nervous. "This is quite a magnificent machine! Do you mind if we view the axial images?" Sweat drenches McComb as they turn on the machine. His vitals begin to spike.

"He call out in distress, "What's happening?!" The veins beneath his skin begin to protrude and he cries out.

"Stop the machine, now!" Peeta orders and runs into the room." The patient sighs and sits up looking at his savior. "Are you alright?" he asks.

"Yeah, yeah. I think I'm okay. What did that?"

Walter begins to speak to himself, "Something- something in the blood. A magnetic compound of some kind, dormant... perhaps a parasite."

"What he saying? I don't understand."

"The machine is basically a gigantic magnet, and you've got metal in your blood. If we hadn't turned it off, it would've ripped your body apart." Peeta explains the best he can.

"It would have been quite a mess." Walter murmurs.

"Why would there be metal in his blood? That's not normal, right?" Rue asks behind them. They look at each other with raised eyebrows.

The Lab

"Everything from 1989, was it?" Rue asks softly, searching through the countless boxes that surround her tiny frame.

"Perhaps it was '79." Walter speaks. She sighs.

"That's very helpful, Walter." Peeta says with sarcasm lacing his voice.

Walter shuffles around the room for a bit until he comes across the file he'd been looking for with an 'Aha!'. "See? I was right. Bee and I worked on this very problem."

"Bee?" Rue asks.

"Oh, he didn't tell you? Beetee Wright, the richest man on Earth. Massive Dynamic. They used to share a lab." Peeta rolls his eyes.

"Loved cloves. Awful odor. We posited a spectrum of waves lying outside of the range of those already discovered. We hypothesized that these waves could be used to communicate information. The Government, of course, was extremely interested. It was a brilliant idea. A theory, but a good one. They wanted to use the network to send their most clandestine information."

"Because if no other government knew the system, they couldn't listen in." Peeta stated.

"Yes. And they called it the 'Ghost Network'. But they asked us to take it one step further, to develop a method where they could transmit directly from one person to another. I surmised that I could introduce an iridium-based, organometallic compound into the subject's brain."

"You've got to be kidding me." Peeta shakes his head in disbelief.

"Hmm? What is it?" Walter asks.

"Roy McComb was one of your test subjects, wasn't he?"

"Of course! That explains it!"

"Explains it? Yes, that explains why he almost died today. Because you injected something into his brain nearly 20 years ago!" Peeta growls, starling Walter.

He defend himself, "No, what I gave him was not nearly enough to cause that reaction. The compound must have multiplied in his bloodstream over time. Environment, perhaps diet."

"He was a sophomore volunteer for psych experiments. Did you ever even bother to explain to him what you were doing?"

"Well it wouldn't have been a very secret experiment if I had."

Katniss walk in at just the wrong time. "Hey guys! What's going on? How's Roy McComb?"

"Roy McComb will be fine. No thanks to my father's attempts to turn him into a human walkie-talkie." Peeta states angrily.

"Wait a second-" Walter interrupts.

"Don't even try to change the subject, Walter!"

"No, no… What you just said is on subject. The iridium-based compound that multiplied in his bloodstream has turned him into some kind of receiver."

"A receiver of what?" Katniss butts in.

"Transmissions. Someone else, it seems- and I'm somewhat jealous of this- has perfected our 'Ghost Network', and is using it to communicate. Our dear Roy is merely overhearing what they say."

Peeta sighs.

Walter Takes out a kaleidoscope, twisting it and looking inside. "You will note that the rotary movement gives the impression of a three-dimensional tunnel, when in fact it is not." Then, he stands before a picture, he smiles upon inspection, "Ah, it's an oldie but a goodie. As you observe this image, your brain perceives first a duck, then a rabbit, then a duck again - it always comes back to the duck. In truth, the image is neither. But it illustrates the brain's need to take random sensory input and construct it into a meaningful whole…"

"Great!" Peeta interrupts, still agitated.

"… despite…"

"Thank you! We get it!"

Katniss begins to address them in a small voice, "Um, I don't think I do get it."

"Well neither do I, I just want him to stop," Peeta groan, "I'm pretty sure it's just nonsense any way."

"I'll hit the lights," Rue stands.

"I suspect someone has continued my research. But they've taken the easy way out…. merely using the 'Ghost Network" as a secure telecommunications channel."

Katniss finally understands, "You're suggesting that Roy's listening into someone's telephone network!"

"Precisely, but no. Roy's brain is trying to interpret the sensory input. Much as our brains grapple with the duck- rabbit, I told you. It always comes back to the duck."

"So if Roy's receiving this frequency, is there any way that we can tap in and hear them? Or maybe even I.D. them?"

"Construct a receiver using that spectrum, it's possible, of course. But it would take months. But it may be possible to redirect the transmissions from his visual centers to his auditory cortex."

"Wait? You want to rewire his brain?" Rue asks worriedly.

"Not without his permission, of course." Walter says.

"It would just be a minor surgery. Minor brain surgery. Emphasis not on the minor." Peeta calls behind Katniss.

"I would need a specific piece of equipment. Magnetic neurostimulator I built in 1983. With a few adjustments, it would work." Walter explains.

"All right, we'll just go back in time and get it for you." Peeta smiles mockingly.

"No need to." Walter says, assuming his son is serious, "It's most likely where I left it 17 years ago. Hidden in a wall in our old house in Cambridge."

Mellark's Old House: Cambridge

"Blast from the past. What's the game plan here? We just gonna knock on the door, ask 'em if we can tear out their walls?" Peeta asks jokingly, referring to the new residents.

"Pretty much." Katniss replies.

"I guess the badge is the 'pretty please' in that equation." Everdeen's lips twitch upward. "There are no lights on."

Katniss sighs, "Guess I'll have to call in. See if I can track down the owner for consent. Peeta begins to jimmy with the lock, "What are you doing?" She asks with wide eyes.

"What? This is barley even a crime. I used to live here!" He smiles as the door swings open.

The Lab

"Normal pupil response. Taking any medications, prescribed or illicit? You can be truthful. I won't judge. In fact, if the answer is no, I may encourage some drug use." Walter asks the frightened man as he pulls and tugs on his eyelids. Roy laughs awkwardly in response to the doctor's antics.

He clears his throat, "Um, no, none."

"Food allergies?"

"None that I'm aware of…"

"Good, good, good… He's ready. Strap him down!" Walter call to Rue.

"Oh, god! Strap me down?" Roy asks.

"There's nothing to be worried about." Rue replies calmly.

Roy scratches the back of his neck, "I guess, uh - it must seem pretty silly... thinking God is talking to me and everything."

"What were you supposed to think?" Rue asks.

"That I was just crazy. I considered that, too."

"It's gotta be sort of a relief, right? Knowing there's a rational explanation?"

"I wouldn't exactly call any of this rational. Do you really think that this is going to help you catch the guys that killed those people on the bus?"

"You're our best lead. No pressure, huh?" And they smile.

Back in Cambridge

Peeta looks at the house, sadly and turns to his partner, "We lived here when I was a kid, but after Walter was institutionalized, my mom couldn't afford the mortgage so we moved down to an apartment in Allston."

"They move around the house, searching, "Where's your mom now?" Katniss asks curiously.

"That's a story for another time…" He sighs and changes the conversation, "So tell me. Of all the possible career choices, how did a pretty girl like you end up in law enforcement?" She smirks and shakes her head.

"Well, I pretty much knew what I wanted to do by the time I was nine."

Peeta laughs, "When I was nine years old, I think I wanted to be a brontosaurus." He begins to move book case out of the way, "You know, they say the psych profiles of cops and criminals are pretty much identical. Ever consider a life of crime?"

"No dental."

Peeta grunts and breaks open the wall, "Of course."

"What?" Katniss asks.

"My mom had this covered up. Because I used to hide in it all the time." He pulls up a dumbwaiter, covered in boxes and stacks of papers.

Back at the Lab

"You'll need to be awake for the procedure, of course. But I'm going to give you a mild sedative to reduce any anxiety." Walter prepped the needle with surprisingly steady hands.

"Doctor Mellark, you look really familiar." He administer the sedative and Roy's eyes begin to droop.

"I hear that a lot - in the mental institution where I lived." His patient smiles on a high, and Walter turns to Rue, "He'll need a moment." Peeta and Katniss enter through the door and Walter's head shoots straight up, "Oh. You've returned. How was the old house? How is Rufus?"

"Well, the house is just like we left, but we put Rufus to sleep almost 20 years ago." Peeta replies.

"Oh. That's terrible news."

"We found your equipment." Katniss tells him.

Walter removes a technical contraption from a box, "Oh, this brings back some memories." He says while inspecting it.

"Memories of what?" Peeta asks hesitantly.

Roy, still high, sits in a chair, happy. The device now resting atop his head. The sound of a drill brings him from his stupor. "I think it's time for intracranial penetration!" Walter shouts, gleefully. He directs his voice to McComb as he brings the drill to his head, "This won't hurt… just feel a touch odd."

"Okay." He nods. And just as they are about to drill screws into the man's brain, a knock startles the group.

A freshman at Harvard pops his head in the door and raises his eyebrows at the sight, "Um… Is this Poli-Sci 101?" He asks uncertainly.

Peeta laughs as Katniss replies, "Not remotely." And the boy leaves.

"Okay, now back!" Walter says. He begins and blood trickles down the man's face. "I need you to keep this dial steady at 60 hertz - 10 gauss until I tell you otherwise. I believe there are clusters of metal in the visual centers of your brain. I'm going to attempt to move them to those regions which process sound. You'll be shown a series of images. I need you to tell me any sensations you experience as you see each image."

"Okay, sounds easy enough."

"First image please?" Walter asks Peeta who then lifts up a photo.

"It's a horse."

"Wonderful. 50 gauss." Roy shouts in pain.

"What the hell was that?" He asks.

"Oh, that was your body's normal muscle response. It's perfectly natural. You may also experience an involuntary bowel movement."

"Great." Roy says sarcastically.

"Next image, son." Peeta rolls his eyes. It's a car.

"Oh, man. Mmm, oh, this is bad. Oh, this is weird. Uh, I- I'm- mmm- I'm tasting, uh, dirt. Uh, no wait, it's uh, gasoline."

"We've reached the gustatory cortex. We're getting close. Next image, please."

"I don't know. It's a beach."

"Well, no sensations at all?" Walter begins to get frustrated.

"I- I don't think so."

"Damn it, don't you feel anything?" He shouts.

"Uh, I'm a little scared." Roys looks around at the others.

"I don't understand. This should be working."

"Walter, take a deep breath. It's gonna be okay." Peeta steps forward and places his hand on his father's shoulder.

"Nuntia adhuc..." Walter smiles.

"You." He turns to Rue, still forgetting her name, "Increase the level to 200 gauss."

"Ita, modo eum collocutus sum." Peeta looks at the man.

"Don't do that! Stop!" He yells to Rue.

"Quando fiet."

Rue looks at him curiously, "What did you say?"

"I don't know. I can hear voices. Una hora locum statuisti."

Peeta calms a bit, "I think that's Latin." He says.

"It is. He just said, um- damn, what's that word? Hora, um- hour. Something's happening in an hour."

Peetalooks surprised, "How in the world can you possibly know that?"

"I majored in linguistics. My Latin's admittedly a bit fuzzy." She smiles sweetly.

"Okay, keep going." Katniss ushers them.

"Ad stationem."

"Ad stationem, that means station."

"Orstreelum-no wait, it's Australem ob."

"Australem means south and then..."

"Commerciam convenimus."

"An exchange is being made. um- An exchange at south station. I think someone's meeting at south station to make an exchange in an hour."

"Bene ubi fuit."

"He just said, 'Good, where was it.'"

"Ab initio in eius corpore fuit."

"From the beginning, on her person. It was on her person. It was on her from the start? Maybe or—"

"She had it on her the whole time." Everdeen bursts, astonished.

"Oh, yeah, that's a possible translation." Katniss runs out the door.

"Hey! Where you going?" Peeta calls after her.

She remembers.

Grant Davidson.

Just before she leaves, she turns to see Grant pick up the lifeless fingers of his coworker and kisses her hand. Silent tears stream down his face as he cradles her hand with his own.

She was wrong; it wasn't a sign of affection. She runs to the morgue and looks at Eve's body. There is a large incision on her right hand. Just like in McCombs picture…

Everdeen's Car

"Abernathy, listen to me!" She shouts, "Medoza's palm had been cut open. Whatever she had on her, Davidson took it out. She was hiding it in her hand. I'm heading to South Station now. I think he's planning a hand-off at five o'clock."

He sighs , frustrated, "We have to assume Davidson's working for the same people who hit the bus. I'll notify C.I. – but in the meantime, I'm sending the field assist your way."

"But plainclothes only. We don't want to tip him off."

South Station/The Lab

The Agent moves around the cluttered walk ways and answers his phone. "I'ts me.

"Where am I meeting your man?" Roy blurts.

Rue turns to him, "Excuse me?"

"I'm getting something. It's in English. 'We can see you'."

"Outside South Station. We're verifying you haven't been followed." They tell Davidson. "Then we'll instruct you further." Roy speaks aloud.

"It's Katniss." She speaks into her phone, breathing heavily from running around.

"Hey, Roy's talking again. Are you at South Station?" Peeta says.

"Yeah. Why?"

"So are they."

"Did you get anything else?" She asks, moving around in search of the familiar face.

"They're checking to make sure that Davidson wasn't followed. I think that's it for now."

"Okay."

"Could I get a drink or something?" Roya asks the trio.

"Yeah. I'll get you a glass of water." Peeta pipes up.

"Go ahead." He begins again. "We're clear on our end. Go inside."

"Here you go." Peeta returns.

" … and head to the Dewey Square exit."

Peeta turns to Rue, "You got that?"

"'How will I recognize the person I'm meeting?' 'He'll recognize you.'" Roy continues.

"Everdeen?" Peeta asks from the other line.

"Yeah."

"It's happening now. He's headed to the Dewey Square exit." Peeta tells her.

"Got it." She hangs up and call Jo.

"Mason?" She asks.

"We got him. He's at the south end of the terminal." She runs as fast as she can and searches the crown. There he is in a black suit. She runs behind him and takes out her gun. He quickly turns to see the Agent he'd spoken to before, she lifts the weapon and points toward him, "Turn around and put your hands in the air now." He quickens his pace and a man brushes past him and the brief case is taken. She hears a gun fire and Davidson collapses.

"Clear!" Johanna yells from her side of the terminal.

Katniss runs to her target and checks his pulse. "He's been shot. He's not breathing! Call in a MedEvac!" She yells. Katniss looks around and notices something. "The case. They've made the exchange. And he's running."

"Stay with him." Jo orders another agent. They chase him down to the tracks.

"F.B.I.!" Mason yells. The messenger turns.

"Put the case on the ground." Everdeen orders, "Drop the gun now!"

"Put your hands where I can see them." The man complies with all the requests until they hear the whistle of a train and the suspect deliberately steps backwards in front of it to avoid capture.

Federal Building

Katniss inspects the plat circle in her hand. "All that trouble for this. So any idea what it is?" She asks Abernathy.

"Not yet. But I'm hoping our friends at the N.S.A. will be able to tell us."

Katniss scowls, "So eleven innocent people die today, we risk losing another by drilling through his head, all for something we know nothing about?"

Haymitch smirks, "Do you ever smile, Dunham?" She glares at her boss, "We I.D.'d the shooter. " He pulls out the file. "Matthew Ziegler. When we ran his fingerprints, he popped up on two other pattern-related cases. We're digging into his financials, travel records. Linkage, Dunham. Not only can we now put a face to these people, but we know they're communicating. And how. I'd say that's an impressive day's work. Which brings me to this." He places another file into her hands.

"What is it?"

"Of all the models in Roy's apartment, three of them are incidents that we haven't been aware of." Katniss looks up from the papers.

"Pattern cases?"

"It would seem so. Take a look. If you want. Let me know if you have any thoughts."

"I'll do that." She stands to leave,

"I'll see you tomorrow." And on her way out, reassured of her work that day, she smiles.

The Lab

"How're you feeling?" Katniss asks Roy McComb. Rubbing his back as he stands up off the chair, contraption free.

"My head hurts a little, but, um, Dr. Bishop gave me something for the pain."

"Vicodin. That's it. I promise." Walter puts his hands up in defense.

"So no more transmissions?" Katnisss inquires from the man.

"No." He smiles.

Peeta speaks up, "My guess is once you arrived at South Station with the cavalry, they realized the 'Ghost Network' was compromised, and stopped broadcasting on it."

"Well just in case, if you hear anything else, do me a favor, give me a call." She hands the man her card.

"I will. It felt really nice to be able to help." He turns to Walter , "Thank you."

"You're welcome.:

Rue comes and takes McComb's arm, "I have a few release forms I need you to sign, and then I can take you home." He nods his assent and is led away.

peeta sits and the new installment, stretching his fingers. "Everdeen. Any requests?"

"How about some Bach?"

"Bach? No, that's way too stuffy. What you need is some jazz." She smirks and leans against the piano.

"Well I'll take what I can get."

He walks down an empty corridor, meeting with the grey haired woman. He sits beside her and talks low, "I'm sure you can understand why I don't want to go through channels."

Coin smiles, "If I know you at all, this isn't the only reason you're here. Is this because of our interest in Agent Everdeen?"

"Seems a bit early to be poaching my newest hire, with only a three-case resume under her belt." Abernathy raises his eyebrows.

"I didn't achieve my position without the ability to evaluate someone's talents immediately."

"Neither did I."

"Oh, you feel protective of her, don't you?" Coin smirks.

"I'm in the business of protecting all my agents."

"I want nothing but the best for her."

"Of course you do." He says sarcastically. And hands Alma Coin the chip that was found in Eve Mendoza's hand

She walks back to Massive Dynamic's lab and hands the case to a scientist. "We found another one."

He takes it out and places it gently under a microscope. "Let's see what we have. Well, crystalline structure's intact. No detectable oscillations. This may just be what we need to break the encryption."

"Speaking of which, I'm told you've made progress."

"See for yourself. We finally stabilized the link. We've been pulling information from the disk for the last 72 hours."

"Let me know when it's finished."

Gale Hawthorne's body sits near the scientist, his hand showing a similar cut to that of the DEA Agent's.