A/N: They put the Green Mile on Netflix, and I've watched it twice within twenty-four hours. They also put the Shawshank Redemption on Netflix, but I haven't seen that yet (mostly because I haven't read it). I appreciate all the horror movies that have been added lately.

"Y/N?"

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"Are you D/B/F/N?" You asked. You were put off by the fact that he looked so young.

"No; no, I'm his farmhand. I'm Jason." He held out his hand and you shook it. "I take it that you're Y/N?"

Before you could answer, Officer Simmons broke in. "Where's D/B/F/N? We were told he has going to be here."

"Oh, he's at the station. He's talking to the agents down there. Legal stuff, you know?" Jason replied. "He let me take his truck so I could help you guys move out the boxes."

"Well, then, let's get started, I guess." Officer Simmons grunted, picking up the heaviest box (which was labeled 'Bedding') and hauling it out the door.

You bent down to pick up a box, but Jason put a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, uh, I just want to apologize, for, well, everything. If you ever want to talk so someone, my door's open."

"Thanks. I don't really know what I'd talk about without sounding like a conspiracy theorist who's lost all sanity, but thanks." You smiled and continued with your box.

Jason followed suit and grabbed a box, and that's how the moving process went.

Before long, all of the boxes were in the trunk, and the sun had started to set. The sky was turning pink, and the streetlights had just turned on.

"Alright, that everything?" Officer Simmons asked, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Yep." Jason sighed, cracking his knuckles. "I haven't lifted that many things since our calves got out of the field."

You were delighted to know that there were baby cows at your new home. Yeah, cows stunk, and they could be kind of mean, but who doesn't love baby cows?

"Okay, then. Well, why don't you two drive back together, get to know each other a bit, and I'll go by myself?" Officer Simmons suggested.

"Yeah. Yeah, that's fine." You replied, and Jason nodded.

"See you back at the station." Officer Simmons gave a brief wave and pulled away in his patrol car.

"Here, let me get the door for you. It gets stuck sometimes." Jason grabbed the passenger side door handle and pulled hard. With some resistance, the door came loose and opened.

"Thank you." You pulled yourself up into the front seat of the truck and waited for Jason to start the truck.

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Back at the station, Sheriff Morgan was waiting for you outside. He had Cooper out on his leash, and Cooper has decided on a nice bed of flowers to call his new bed.

"Hey, kid. He was whining, so I figured he had to... y'know, go." He said, handing you the leash. "But, I guess he wanted to stomp on my flowers."

"Heh. Is, uh, Sam still here?" You asked.

"Yeah. He's talking to D/B/F/N right now. They're in the board room." Sheriff Morgan opened up the door for the three of you (Cooper, too, who had woken up and was sniffing at Jason's heels) and you were immediately pulled aside by Spencer.

A/N: Speaking of Spencer, I've heard rumors of another season of Criminal Minds. I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but it's getting pretty hard.

"Y/N, I need to talk to you. Alone." He pulled you into an interrogation room and closed the door, barely missing Cooper's tail.

"What's the problem?" You asked, picking up your puppy.

"So, U/N asked for a lawyer. You know that, right?" He asked.

"Yeah...? What's the point to this?" You asked, sitting down.

"Well, A/N spent her entire life savings on getting the best lawyer in the state. And, unfortunately for us, he was available. He's just about to land." Spencer grimaced and sat across from you. "Do you know what this means?"

"Well... I don't know too much about the legal and justice systems, but I think it means that the chances of us jailing him just went from one hundred to zero real fast." You frowned.

"Yeah."

Silence.

"So, what do we do?"

"We're the FBI. We've got approximately 35,000 agents in all fields. And, being the FBI, we've got contacts with good lawyers. Fortunately for us, A/N only thought inside the state. There are better lawyers, including a woman by the name of Victoria Omnibus." Spencer grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to you. "This is her success rate. 98 percent of the cases she's taken on, she's won. Now, this is U/N's lawyers' success rate."

Spencer pulled out a similar piece of paper and you looked at the numbers (the ones you understood, anyways). U/N's lawyer, Samuel Aemulus, had an 87 percent success rate. It was a good rate, but not as remarkable as Victoria's.

"Where is Victoria?" You asked. "I mean, where is she based?"

"Washington, D.C. Now, if you want to have Victoria as your lawyer, we could have her here in no more than five hours. Do you want to have her as your lawyer?" Spencer asked.

"Yes. If it means that we'll put U/N away on whatever charges, then yes." You replied, handing Spencer the papers back.

"He could be tried for a lot of things. We uncovered a lot of things while you were gone, so we could charge him with a grand total of 7 things. Kidnapping, domestic violence, larceny, arson, theft, tax evasion, and conspiracy." Spencer stood up and opened the door. "Now, enough of this. Go meet your new family."

He gave you a gentle nudge with his hand as you walked past him and into the board room.

It was silent for a few minutes. Jason was seated at the table, along with a man and a woman, both in their late thirties to early forties. The man had hair exactly like Percy Wetmore, and dark blue eyes. He had a bit of a tan and his eyes looked tired. He looked like Percy Wetmore if he was middle aged. The woman was thin, and looked exactly like what anyone would picture if they heard the words, 'Housewife from the nineteen-seventies'. She had brown hair, iron-curled just above her shoulders, and wore a yellow dress with a floral pattern. She had classic red lipstick on, and jade-green flats.

"Oh, God, you've grown." The whispered, standing. He wasn't too tall, but he wasn't exactly short. He was quite thin, you noticed.

When you didn't reply, he continued. "I-I'm sorry. I haven't seen you since you were... oh, God, maybe three? You were just starting to walk then." He smiled warmly. "I'm D/B/F/N. This is my wife, D/B/F/W/N (Dad's best friends' wife's name). And you've already met Jason."

"How come I don't remember you if you're my dad's best friend?" You asked, holding Cooper closer to your chest.

"Well, I've lived here my whole life; and you're dad was a busy man. We didn't get to see each other much, but we kept in contact. He was always afraid, your dad, that you'd wander off, so he never took you out to see me." D/B/F/N explained.

You were about to reply when Aaron came into the room, trying (and failing) to hide his shock.

"Y/N, I need to see you."

You handed Jason Cooper's leash, and said, "Have him sniff them, so he gets used to them." You then turned and went with Aaron.

"I wanted to show you this before D/B/F/N's family. I'm going to have them take you home, and send agents to stand guard for you." He was saying. "Not even we know what to do about this."

"About what?" You asked as Aaron stopped outside an interrogation room.

"About this." Aaron opened the door, and you audibly gasped.

The room was empty, and the wall had been broken completely. Michael had smashed his way through the wall and gone off into the world.

A/N: Just an FYI, the next two chapters are going to be longer than what I usually write. Usually, I stick to between 1400-1600 words, but I'm guessing that they'll be closer to 2000, at the minimum. There will be kind of an epilogue after that, but just be ready for a new book within the next week or so!