Hard at work

Reese sighs deeply, having to agree with Phinox. "Yeah... I think you're right. I just wish I knew what he was scared of... or what he thinks he needs to be scared of. There's got to be a missing piece somewhere."

Leaning back, he scans his desk and holds up his hands. "I guess that's it for now. Thanks, Phinox. I may come to you again."


Ty grins a little as Libby gets comfortable with him, liking everything from her hand in his, to her foot wrapping around his. It just felt... good. Would he feel stupid tomorrow? He had no idea. But he might as well live and enjoy now for what it was worth and worry about feeling stupid later.

Eventually, it was Wyatt who broke up the scene as he got home from work to find both asleep on the couch. It was late, and Ty hated to say goodnight, but he knew he must. So all that was left was watching Libby drive away as he stood on the porch, tracking the tail lights of her pickup until they were gone.


By noon the next day, Alec is sitting up in bed, starting to feel better as his bruises have begun to lessen. Still in pain though, he doesn't move around much yet, mostly sleeping or bothering Misty when she walked by. Supper with Ryan last night had been enjoyed, though he would rather not have had the audience of Rick... however when coming up for air after a goodnight kiss, Rick was suddenly nowhere to be found.

Ryan had said she'd be back today, so Alec waited - he had nothing better to do. Little did he know that Ryan was already here, but Reese had summoned her into his office.


Reese looks across his desk at Ryan, very calmly, almost gently. "Miss McKade... I know we don't have a great history here, so I'll make this brief. All I ask is that you hear me out."

He sighs, knowing Ryan probably wouldn't like what he had to say. "Another agent and I suspect that Alec is lying about his kidnapping. We're not sure why or for what gain, but I need not list all the things he's contradicted himself with, telling us his story. It's very obvious that he's lying. The problem is, that we need to know why."

He purses his lips. "Contrary to what you may think, I'm not out to get Alec and I'm not trying to trap him or prove he's bad. This is for his own safety, and for all ours too. Playing around with the Agency is extremely dangerous and we need to figure out why Alec is lying before it's too late."

Reese pauses, searching Ryan's eyes. "If you know anything, or if Alec tells you anything differently than he already has, please.... please for everyone's safety, let me know. But as long as we know Alec is lying, I can't let him out anymore. We need to know the truth."


"Glad to see you again, Doctor Garrison." Dr. Hawks smiles as he sits down on the corner of his desk in his office, having taken time to talk to Hope when she'd arrived to see Scott again.

"I just thought I'd let you know a few things before you saw Scott again. I have some concerns, and I guess I wanted to know your perspective and just forewarn you as well."

He folds his hands and shifts a little, thinking. "Scott still isn't eating. He had a piece of bread and some juice last night, but that's all he had the night before, too. He says he isn't hungry. Personally, I think it's been so long since he's eaten well and regularly, that he's forgotten what hungry feels like. Even when he was in a state of improvement, it would be my guess that he wasn't eating all that well then either. He's let himself get so far that hunger isn't important to him anymore. He doesn't know when his body is asking for food. That's half the battle - the other half is making him actually care enough to learn how to eat again."

Dr. Hawks sighs, though he doesn't want to worry Hope too much. He did want to be honest with her though. "Scott's aid, Jenny, who you met, she told me that she found Scott's camera in the garbage yesterday morning. She took it to lot and found so it wouldn't be thrown away. I thought perhaps you would like to take it instead though. I read that photography was Scott's main hobby, so I'm assuming he threw his camera out as a statement that his hobby doesn't matter while he's here. He feels his life has been taken from him, so what's the point in trying to do something he enjoys."

Pausing again, Dr. Hawks lets Hope process everything he was telling her. "Obviously you know very well the psychological patterns of patients, though I'm sure it's different being as close as you are to Scott. I know he probably doesn't want to see you but... even if he hates you, your persistence and consistency in coming is one of the best things you can do."


It was pretty unusual to see Ty in a library, for obvious reasons. There wasn't much point to him being there when he couldn't read, and usually he was sleeping during the hours it was open. He should be sleeping now since he had to work tonight, but the bike ride had felt good. It was a nice day out and the exercise had been what he needed.

Parking his bike out front, he spies Libby's truck and heads for the library's front door. Once inside, he isn't sure where to go, but asking directions, he finds the stairway that leads downstairs. Wandering around for a few minutes, he finally finds the room where Libby was working. Ambling in, he looks at all the books around him, his nose catching the scent of old books and dust. "Hey... looks like someone's hard at work."