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"The word 'father' rotted in my mouth." -unknown
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IT WAS QUITE EARLY ON A SATURDAY MORNING WHEN VIENNA WAS AWOKEN BY HER PHONE RINGING FROM HER NIGHTSTAND.
She grumbled, rolling over onto her stomach and picking up her phone. It was Locke.
"It's nine in the morning." Was as formal of a greeting that Locke would be getting at this hour.
"Were you asleep?"
"Mhm." Vienna mumbled, rolling onto her back. She knew it wasn't exactly 'early' to a normal person's standards, but it was her day off and she loved her sleep.
"Look, Briggs and I rarely do this. But we need you to come down here."
"To Idaho?" Vienna sat straight up in bed.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"We have Drew Walters-slash-Shawn Andrews in custody."
"Really? That's great." Vienna pushes some of her hair from her eyes, swallowing quickly. Her voice was still hoarse from sleep.
"Yes, we tracked him down with the list of possible locations and targets that you and Sloane sent over last night, so thank you."
Vienna smiled gently at Locke's words. She and Sloane had spent nearly two hours the previous night compiling a list of possible locations and next victims that Shawn Andrews could have chosen, and clearly they had been on the right track.
"So why do you need me if you've got the guy?"
"We have his son Devon here, and he won't talk about anything. We need him to open up, but he won't talk. He just shakes his head."
"Oh. Well what do you think I could do to help that."
"You know a lot about the way the children's brain works, right?"
"Mhm." Vienna has read a lot of books on child psychology, and so she has a good understanding of how to talk to kids, especially those who have undergone trauma such as what Devon has most likely been through.
"We could use your skills to get Devon to talk. And I love the rest of your fellow naturals to death, but I do think you're the most compassionate."
"But Agent, this is an active case now. We're not allowed to work on active cases-"
"That's why we're keeping it hushed up. Director Sterling can't know, but you're technically not going to be in the field with us, rather talking to the son of our killer. And he doesn't pose a threat, trust me. He's seven years old, and he's adorable."
