The Los Angeles Field Office on Wilshire Boulevard is the third largest FBI headquarters in the United States. Taylor stared up at the nineteen-story building which was glowing in the lights reflecting off it. She took a deep breath and walked into the large, air-conditioned reception.
It was quiet, but there was still someone on the reception desk. "I’m here to see Corrine Reid," she told the man.
"We have no one working here under that name," he told her, after quickly checking his computer.
"No you won’t," Taylor agreed. “She’s with Agent Eppes."
The agent nodded. "Please wait."
Taylor wandered off to one side, her attention drawn by a wall of photographs. It took her a moment to realize it was a wall of memorials. "Wow," she muttered.
"That’s one word," James agreed.
"Are you…?" she trailed off.
"No," he told her. "You’ll find me in the Dallas Field Office."
Taylor sighed. "You’re going to have to help me, you know?"
James shook his head. "Cory will believe you."
Taylor gave him a sideways glance. “She may well believe I see ghosts, James, but no one takes it well when I have a message from a dead loved one. So I’m going to need something."
"Can I help you?"
Taylor looked past James at the dark haired man who was watching her. "I don’t know," Taylor told him as Flack appeared next to her.
"The agent at the desk said you were here to speak to me. Agent Eppes?"
Taylor quickly shook her head. "Actually, I’m here to see Agent Reid. Cory Reid," she quickly corrected herself.
"Ms. Reid is a little busy at the moment," Agent Eppes told her.
"I can wait," Taylor told him.
"Don!" a woman’s voice called across the reception.
Taylor glanced over. A tall, slim woman, her dark hair tied back, was hurrying over to them and she looked visibly upset. She was followed close behind by a slightly shorter man with wild curly hair.
"Liz?" Agent Eppes made a couple of steps towards her. "What’s the matter?"
"Corrine Reid – Cory. Is she here? Is she safe?" she asked.
Don nodded. “She’s upstairs with Colby. She’s fine," he told her. "How do you know Cory?"
“She was my supervisor in New York before I moved out here."
Don looked behind her at the man who had come in with her. Whereas Don and Liz were in dark trousers and shirts, this third person was in jeans, a t-shirt and a blazer. "Charlie? What are you doing here?"
"I asked him," Liz replied for him.
Don frowned but nodded. Taylor has a suspicion that the FBI agent’s usual expression was serious like it was now, judging from the way Liz looked relieved.
"What happened?" Charlie asked. "Liz just said her friend had been shot at."
Don looked over at Taylor and Flack before turning his attention to Liz and Charlie. "You two head upstairs. I will meet you in the briefing room. And will you ask Cory to come down for a moment when you see her?" he asked Liz.
The pair entered the elevator, leaving Taylor, Flack and Don alone in the empty reception area again. "I’m sorry about this. I know you’re in the middle of an investigation," Flack apologized to Don.
Don gave him the once over. "Law enforcement?"
Flack nodded proudly. "NYPD homicide. We witnessed the shooting earlier."
"You’re here with information?" Don asked.
Flack shook his head. "No, Taylor just needs to pass on a message, but if you need any assistance, just let me know."
"That’s good to know, thanks," Don told him. "I take it we have your statements?"
Flack nodded. "Yeah, I gave your agents the plates to the car, but I suspect it will come back stolen."
"Don’t they always," Don agreed.
"Taylor?" Cory asked in surprise, her voice halting the bonding conversation, as she stepped off the elevator. "Flack?" she asked, sounding even more surprised.
"Hi Cory," Taylor greeted her softly, conscious of the dark look that has crossed Flack’s face. "Can you spare a minute?"
Cory nodded and followed Taylor outside. "What’s the matter, Taylor? What are you doing in LA? And how did you know I was here?"
"James told me," Taylor told her after they sat down on a bench.
"James?" Cory repeated, still confused.
"Your James."
"My James?" All of a sudden, the colour fell from Cory’s face. "James is dead," she whispered softly. "He died because of me."
Taylor whipped her head around to stare at James her eyes wide.
He shook his head. "It’s not like that at all," he told her, quickly explaining.
Taylor turned back to Cory, sympathy in her eyes. "He died protecting you and he would do the same thing again if he had a second chance."
"No. He shouldn’t have died that night. It should have been me!" Cory replied vehemently.
"If she had died, countless other people would have been hurt. It was not her time. It was mine," James said softly.
Taylor nodded gently. "James doesn’t believe that," she told her. "He knows it was his time, and you staying alive, well, it kept other people alive - people who would have died otherwise."
Cory looked at her in disbelief. "You wouldn’t have been shot because of me. Rosa would still be alive if I hadn’t come here." She looked pensive a moment. "You know, I still feel James around me. I always have. I know that he’s haunting me because I got him killed.
Taylor looked from Cory to the ghost in question, wondering what the best response to that was. As James was just staring expectantly at her, she sighed. "About that. James is still here." She frowned. "But he’s not haunting you because he blames you," she added hurriedly.
"No, he’s haunting me to punish me."
"No. I’m here to stop you from killing yourself," James growled, an expression of hurt on his face. "I may love you, Corrine Reid, but I don’t want you to join me in the afterlife yet!"
"Cory, he’s here because he loves you. He loves you so much, he doesn’t want to see you hurt, to get hurt," Taylor explained, watching the ghost grow quite distraught.
"I don’t believe you," Cory said flatly.
"I told you this would happen, James," Taylor told the ghost, sadly. "You have to give her some kind of proof."
“She has two horses, Sampson and Delilah. When I proposed, I had taken her on a midnight ride. We stopped by a small stream and under the full moon I withdrew the ring from my pocket."
Taylor looked up at James in disbelief. He certainly didn’t look like someone who would pull of something as romantic as that. "Wow," she muttered. "That’s... really sweet."
Cory looked at her in confusion and turned to walk away.
"He told me about the midnight ride he took you on to propose to you," she hurriedly called after her. "The full moon, the stream, Sampson and Delilah..."
Cory stopped dead in her tracks. "No one knows about that. It only happened a few days before he was killed. Only our families knew about the engagement," she said with a hoarse voice.
"Cory, I don’t want to hurt you," Taylor told her. "I know you don’t believe me when I say, I don’t blame you for anything, but I really don’t. Okay, maybe I blamed you for getting me kicked out of the lab, I admit that. But not the shooting." She gave James a sideways glance, before turning her attention to Cory. "We’re worried about you. Both of us."
"Why? Why should I matter to either one of you?" Cory questioned as she turned back to look at Taylor. "It’s obvious that Flack doesn’t feel the same way, Taylor. Trust me when I say, it is better off just leaving me alone. Anyone close to me has a habit of dying. Just ask James."
Taylor bit her lip. "What does it matter what Don thinks?"
Cory looked at the woman, the hurt welling up inside of her as everything that she buried burst to the surface with the force of a volcano. "Do you know why I never visited you in the hospital, Taylor? I tried. Really, I did. I knew that Don was rightfully blaming me for the shooting, but I couldn’t bear not to be there. So, I tried to go at hours that I knew he wouldn’t be. I tried to get you to wake up, but one night, Flack found me there. He screamed at me about it being my fault. I left, knowing that he was right. It was several months before I saw him again. I knew by looking that you hadn’t woken up and I turned, hoping to avoid him. The next moment I was pinned against a wall, his gun to my head and he told me to stay away from you."
Taylor paled. "What?"
Cory felt something cold touch her shoulder and it broke the cycle of pain she was feeling. Looking at the pale-faced woman standing before her, she realized what she had just done. “Shit, Taylor. He was just trying to protect you. I don’t blame him, nor do I hold that against him." She sank on the bench, wearily. "I’m totally screwed up."
Taylor stood there, staring blindly at the square pond that decorated the front of the building. It wasn’t possible! He would never do something like that. Never! Cory had to be mistaken.
"Taylor?" James broke her from her thoughts. "Taylor, he was hurting and he lashed out. Much like Cory just did. That doesn’t matter. I saw his encounters with Cory and while he was extremely upset, he was battling his own demons. But do you see now why I’m concerned about her. Circumstances have just reinforced the guilt that she feels deeply. Please, you have to help her."
"Clearly I need to have this same conversation with Don," she told Cory, sinking on the wall of the pond, opposite her. "I got shot. It wasn’t your fault. I was the one who was too good at the research. I was the one who got involved with Sassone. I was the one who alerted Bohr. Cory, the bullet wasn’t even supposed to hit me - it was going to hit Don. Yet I was the one who stepped in front of it. I am responsible for my own actions."
"But..."
"Just like James is of his," she cut her off.
Cory shook her head. "If I had just looked harder at Bohr, I would have seen that something wasn’t right. I had a gut feeling that I ignored."
"And if I never went to that party; if I had never ignored Louie; if I had never spoken to Sassone; if I had never researched the Brooklyn Bullets; if I had never gone to NYU... it’s a lot of if’s, Cory," Taylor told her. "You cannot be holding yourself personally responsible for a series of events." She frowned. Suddenly, the responsibility she had felt for Louie’s death shifted. Even Maddy’s. "It’s not our fault," she muttered, gently.
Cory sank down, feeling some of the guilt lift from her shoulders. "Oh God. I’ve been a right bitch haven’t I? You’re right. My head tells me that, but my heart ...my heart still is not convinced. But, I’ll work on it. I promise."
She felt numb, but Taylor looked over at James. "Is there anything else?"
"Tell her that I love her. I will always love her, but she shouldn’t hold herself back. She will find someone. Tell her she should talk to Michael."
"Who is Michael?" she asked James, curious.
"My twin. He dealt with my death much easier that Cory."
She nodded and quickly relayed the message to Cory. "James is here, if you want to tell him anything," she added as an afterthought.
Cory looked up, tears swimming in her eyes. "I love you, too. Forgive me?"
Taylor looked at the ghost, before looking back at Cory. "He says he has nothing to forgive you for, and don’t you forget about that!"
Cory laughed. "I’m sure if I don’t, Michael will make sure that I do. Good-bye James. Tu es mon couer."
Taylor watched as James gave her a nod, smiled at Cory, and disappeared.
"I think I need some time alone," Cory muttered. She didn’t wait for Taylor to respond, instead, walking away.
Taylor watched as Cory walked away. She genuinely felt bad for dropping that information on her, but if it helped her in the long run, like James said it would, she would be better for it.
However, the little bombshell she had dropped about Flack? Well, that was going to have to be resolved. It explained why he wasn’t thrilled at the idea of Taylor seeing Cory, and she could almost sense the reason he was so eager for her to see the ex-FBI agent so quickly was to catch her off guard.
Taylor’s eyes narrowed. Finally, she closed them, raking her hand through her hair. This one wasn’t going to be easy. She opened her eyes and the smile evaporated. "You have got to be freaking kidding me?" she screeched into the heavens, her arms flying about in exasperation.
It was quiet, but there was still someone on the reception desk. "I’m here to see Corrine Reid," she told the man.
"We have no one working here under that name," he told her, after quickly checking his computer.
"No you won’t," Taylor agreed. “She’s with Agent Eppes."
The agent nodded. "Please wait."
Taylor wandered off to one side, her attention drawn by a wall of photographs. It took her a moment to realize it was a wall of memorials. "Wow," she muttered.
"That’s one word," James agreed.
"Are you…?" she trailed off.
"No," he told her. "You’ll find me in the Dallas Field Office."
Taylor sighed. "You’re going to have to help me, you know?"
James shook his head. "Cory will believe you."
Taylor gave him a sideways glance. “She may well believe I see ghosts, James, but no one takes it well when I have a message from a dead loved one. So I’m going to need something."
"Can I help you?"
Taylor looked past James at the dark haired man who was watching her. "I don’t know," Taylor told him as Flack appeared next to her.
"The agent at the desk said you were here to speak to me. Agent Eppes?"
Taylor quickly shook her head. "Actually, I’m here to see Agent Reid. Cory Reid," she quickly corrected herself.
"Ms. Reid is a little busy at the moment," Agent Eppes told her.
"I can wait," Taylor told him.
"Don!" a woman’s voice called across the reception.
Taylor glanced over. A tall, slim woman, her dark hair tied back, was hurrying over to them and she looked visibly upset. She was followed close behind by a slightly shorter man with wild curly hair.
"Liz?" Agent Eppes made a couple of steps towards her. "What’s the matter?"
"Corrine Reid – Cory. Is she here? Is she safe?" she asked.
Don nodded. “She’s upstairs with Colby. She’s fine," he told her. "How do you know Cory?"
“She was my supervisor in New York before I moved out here."
Don looked behind her at the man who had come in with her. Whereas Don and Liz were in dark trousers and shirts, this third person was in jeans, a t-shirt and a blazer. "Charlie? What are you doing here?"
"I asked him," Liz replied for him.
Don frowned but nodded. Taylor has a suspicion that the FBI agent’s usual expression was serious like it was now, judging from the way Liz looked relieved.
"What happened?" Charlie asked. "Liz just said her friend had been shot at."
Don looked over at Taylor and Flack before turning his attention to Liz and Charlie. "You two head upstairs. I will meet you in the briefing room. And will you ask Cory to come down for a moment when you see her?" he asked Liz.
The pair entered the elevator, leaving Taylor, Flack and Don alone in the empty reception area again. "I’m sorry about this. I know you’re in the middle of an investigation," Flack apologized to Don.
Don gave him the once over. "Law enforcement?"
Flack nodded proudly. "NYPD homicide. We witnessed the shooting earlier."
"You’re here with information?" Don asked.
Flack shook his head. "No, Taylor just needs to pass on a message, but if you need any assistance, just let me know."
"That’s good to know, thanks," Don told him. "I take it we have your statements?"
Flack nodded. "Yeah, I gave your agents the plates to the car, but I suspect it will come back stolen."
"Don’t they always," Don agreed.
"Taylor?" Cory asked in surprise, her voice halting the bonding conversation, as she stepped off the elevator. "Flack?" she asked, sounding even more surprised.
"Hi Cory," Taylor greeted her softly, conscious of the dark look that has crossed Flack’s face. "Can you spare a minute?"
Cory nodded and followed Taylor outside. "What’s the matter, Taylor? What are you doing in LA? And how did you know I was here?"
"James told me," Taylor told her after they sat down on a bench.
"James?" Cory repeated, still confused.
"Your James."
"My James?" All of a sudden, the colour fell from Cory’s face. "James is dead," she whispered softly. "He died because of me."
Taylor whipped her head around to stare at James her eyes wide.
He shook his head. "It’s not like that at all," he told her, quickly explaining.
Taylor turned back to Cory, sympathy in her eyes. "He died protecting you and he would do the same thing again if he had a second chance."
"No. He shouldn’t have died that night. It should have been me!" Cory replied vehemently.
"If she had died, countless other people would have been hurt. It was not her time. It was mine," James said softly.
Taylor nodded gently. "James doesn’t believe that," she told her. "He knows it was his time, and you staying alive, well, it kept other people alive - people who would have died otherwise."
Cory looked at her in disbelief. "You wouldn’t have been shot because of me. Rosa would still be alive if I hadn’t come here." She looked pensive a moment. "You know, I still feel James around me. I always have. I know that he’s haunting me because I got him killed.
Taylor looked from Cory to the ghost in question, wondering what the best response to that was. As James was just staring expectantly at her, she sighed. "About that. James is still here." She frowned. "But he’s not haunting you because he blames you," she added hurriedly.
"No, he’s haunting me to punish me."
"No. I’m here to stop you from killing yourself," James growled, an expression of hurt on his face. "I may love you, Corrine Reid, but I don’t want you to join me in the afterlife yet!"
"Cory, he’s here because he loves you. He loves you so much, he doesn’t want to see you hurt, to get hurt," Taylor explained, watching the ghost grow quite distraught.
"I don’t believe you," Cory said flatly.
"I told you this would happen, James," Taylor told the ghost, sadly. "You have to give her some kind of proof."
“She has two horses, Sampson and Delilah. When I proposed, I had taken her on a midnight ride. We stopped by a small stream and under the full moon I withdrew the ring from my pocket."
Taylor looked up at James in disbelief. He certainly didn’t look like someone who would pull of something as romantic as that. "Wow," she muttered. "That’s... really sweet."
Cory looked at her in confusion and turned to walk away.
"He told me about the midnight ride he took you on to propose to you," she hurriedly called after her. "The full moon, the stream, Sampson and Delilah..."
Cory stopped dead in her tracks. "No one knows about that. It only happened a few days before he was killed. Only our families knew about the engagement," she said with a hoarse voice.
"Cory, I don’t want to hurt you," Taylor told her. "I know you don’t believe me when I say, I don’t blame you for anything, but I really don’t. Okay, maybe I blamed you for getting me kicked out of the lab, I admit that. But not the shooting." She gave James a sideways glance, before turning her attention to Cory. "We’re worried about you. Both of us."
"Why? Why should I matter to either one of you?" Cory questioned as she turned back to look at Taylor. "It’s obvious that Flack doesn’t feel the same way, Taylor. Trust me when I say, it is better off just leaving me alone. Anyone close to me has a habit of dying. Just ask James."
Taylor bit her lip. "What does it matter what Don thinks?"
Cory looked at the woman, the hurt welling up inside of her as everything that she buried burst to the surface with the force of a volcano. "Do you know why I never visited you in the hospital, Taylor? I tried. Really, I did. I knew that Don was rightfully blaming me for the shooting, but I couldn’t bear not to be there. So, I tried to go at hours that I knew he wouldn’t be. I tried to get you to wake up, but one night, Flack found me there. He screamed at me about it being my fault. I left, knowing that he was right. It was several months before I saw him again. I knew by looking that you hadn’t woken up and I turned, hoping to avoid him. The next moment I was pinned against a wall, his gun to my head and he told me to stay away from you."
Taylor paled. "What?"
Cory felt something cold touch her shoulder and it broke the cycle of pain she was feeling. Looking at the pale-faced woman standing before her, she realized what she had just done. “Shit, Taylor. He was just trying to protect you. I don’t blame him, nor do I hold that against him." She sank on the bench, wearily. "I’m totally screwed up."
Taylor stood there, staring blindly at the square pond that decorated the front of the building. It wasn’t possible! He would never do something like that. Never! Cory had to be mistaken.
"Taylor?" James broke her from her thoughts. "Taylor, he was hurting and he lashed out. Much like Cory just did. That doesn’t matter. I saw his encounters with Cory and while he was extremely upset, he was battling his own demons. But do you see now why I’m concerned about her. Circumstances have just reinforced the guilt that she feels deeply. Please, you have to help her."
"Clearly I need to have this same conversation with Don," she told Cory, sinking on the wall of the pond, opposite her. "I got shot. It wasn’t your fault. I was the one who was too good at the research. I was the one who got involved with Sassone. I was the one who alerted Bohr. Cory, the bullet wasn’t even supposed to hit me - it was going to hit Don. Yet I was the one who stepped in front of it. I am responsible for my own actions."
"But..."
"Just like James is of his," she cut her off.
Cory shook her head. "If I had just looked harder at Bohr, I would have seen that something wasn’t right. I had a gut feeling that I ignored."
"And if I never went to that party; if I had never ignored Louie; if I had never spoken to Sassone; if I had never researched the Brooklyn Bullets; if I had never gone to NYU... it’s a lot of if’s, Cory," Taylor told her. "You cannot be holding yourself personally responsible for a series of events." She frowned. Suddenly, the responsibility she had felt for Louie’s death shifted. Even Maddy’s. "It’s not our fault," she muttered, gently.
Cory sank down, feeling some of the guilt lift from her shoulders. "Oh God. I’ve been a right bitch haven’t I? You’re right. My head tells me that, but my heart ...my heart still is not convinced. But, I’ll work on it. I promise."
She felt numb, but Taylor looked over at James. "Is there anything else?"
"Tell her that I love her. I will always love her, but she shouldn’t hold herself back. She will find someone. Tell her she should talk to Michael."
"Who is Michael?" she asked James, curious.
"My twin. He dealt with my death much easier that Cory."
She nodded and quickly relayed the message to Cory. "James is here, if you want to tell him anything," she added as an afterthought.
Cory looked up, tears swimming in her eyes. "I love you, too. Forgive me?"
Taylor looked at the ghost, before looking back at Cory. "He says he has nothing to forgive you for, and don’t you forget about that!"
Cory laughed. "I’m sure if I don’t, Michael will make sure that I do. Good-bye James. Tu es mon couer."
Taylor watched as James gave her a nod, smiled at Cory, and disappeared.
"I think I need some time alone," Cory muttered. She didn’t wait for Taylor to respond, instead, walking away.
Taylor watched as Cory walked away. She genuinely felt bad for dropping that information on her, but if it helped her in the long run, like James said it would, she would be better for it.
However, the little bombshell she had dropped about Flack? Well, that was going to have to be resolved. It explained why he wasn’t thrilled at the idea of Taylor seeing Cory, and she could almost sense the reason he was so eager for her to see the ex-FBI agent so quickly was to catch her off guard.
Taylor’s eyes narrowed. Finally, she closed them, raking her hand through her hair. This one wasn’t going to be easy. She opened her eyes and the smile evaporated. "You have got to be freaking kidding me?" she screeched into the heavens, her arms flying about in exasperation.
* * *
"Is she alright?" Don asked Flack.
Flack shrugged. "Taylor will be fine."
"It’s not Taylor I’m talking about," Don told him. Even though they were some distance away, Cory defiantly looked upset.
"Taylor has a message for her," Flack explained. "It’s from someone who died."
"Ah, that explains it," Don nodded. They watched the pair for a moment, before he glanced back at Flack, a wry grin on his face. “So, a homicide detective witnesses a homicide on the first day of his vacation?"
Flack shook his head, sighing. "Trust me when I say, that woman attracts more trouble than you could imagine. She also, sadly, has the ability to help out."
"I can relate," Don muttered.
"Girlfriend?"
Don laughed. "That would be easier. Brother."
"Try having a brother and two sisters," Flack returned. "Plus we’re fostering. I swear, I dream of being able to sit down and watch hockey in peace."
"Hockey fan?" Don asked, surprised.
Flack nodded. "You?"
"Yeah," Don confirmed. "Though, all I actually used to play baseball…" he trailed off. "I think your girlfriend has just gone nuts."
Flack looked over, spotting Taylor hurling abuse at the stars, and sighed. “So much for a vacation," he mumbled.
Flack shrugged. "Taylor will be fine."
"It’s not Taylor I’m talking about," Don told him. Even though they were some distance away, Cory defiantly looked upset.
"Taylor has a message for her," Flack explained. "It’s from someone who died."
"Ah, that explains it," Don nodded. They watched the pair for a moment, before he glanced back at Flack, a wry grin on his face. “So, a homicide detective witnesses a homicide on the first day of his vacation?"
Flack shook his head, sighing. "Trust me when I say, that woman attracts more trouble than you could imagine. She also, sadly, has the ability to help out."
"I can relate," Don muttered.
"Girlfriend?"
Don laughed. "That would be easier. Brother."
"Try having a brother and two sisters," Flack returned. "Plus we’re fostering. I swear, I dream of being able to sit down and watch hockey in peace."
"Hockey fan?" Don asked, surprised.
Flack nodded. "You?"
"Yeah," Don confirmed. "Though, all I actually used to play baseball…" he trailed off. "I think your girlfriend has just gone nuts."
Flack looked over, spotting Taylor hurling abuse at the stars, and sighed. “So much for a vacation," he mumbled.
"You said-" Taylor started, angrily.
"Actually, I said I wouldn’t disturb you when you were with Riley and Chase," James corrected her.
"But you looked like you were leaving!" Taylor actually wined, stamping her foot.
"I was," he agreed. "But then I saw Rosa here, and I realized I couldn’t just leave her to fend for herself when you clearly hadn’t noticed her." He pointed to the bullet ridden body of the woman Cory had been talking to only hours earlier.
"I hadn’t noticed her, because she hadn’t come to see me," Taylor growled at him.
"Taylor, are you alright?" Cory asked, appearing back beside her.
"No," Taylor muttered. "I think I have some information about that woman who got killed today. Rosa."
"You can see Rosa?" Cory asked, surprised.
"Unfortunately," Taylor grumbled. "And now I need to convince the rest of the FBI that I can. I swear I’m going to get committed one day," she sighed, heading back to the field office.
"Actually, I said I wouldn’t disturb you when you were with Riley and Chase," James corrected her.
"But you looked like you were leaving!" Taylor actually wined, stamping her foot.
"I was," he agreed. "But then I saw Rosa here, and I realized I couldn’t just leave her to fend for herself when you clearly hadn’t noticed her." He pointed to the bullet ridden body of the woman Cory had been talking to only hours earlier.
"I hadn’t noticed her, because she hadn’t come to see me," Taylor growled at him.
"Taylor, are you alright?" Cory asked, appearing back beside her.
"No," Taylor muttered. "I think I have some information about that woman who got killed today. Rosa."
"You can see Rosa?" Cory asked, surprised.
"Unfortunately," Taylor grumbled. "And now I need to convince the rest of the FBI that I can. I swear I’m going to get committed one day," she sighed, heading back to the field office.
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Originally posted: 27/08/2011