Finding Kacie

FINDING KACIE by Kate Bullis

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June 21st 2004 Special Agent KC Clayton awoke with a scream on her lips and sweat pouring from her shaking body. This was the third night in a row the nightmare had awakened her. It had been twelve years since she had dreamt of her friend's kidnapping. The dream was always the same. She would wake up just as she was about to see the kidnapper's face. Two years of counseling and hypnotherapy had been unable to free her mind of the image but the dreams had finally stopped. Now fourteen years to the day after the kidnapping happened they had started again… Kellen Kincaid would just see about that…

*** Kate Bullis writes a superb FBI thriller with a touch of domestic discipline thrown in…

Prologue June 21st 1990 "Come on Rachel. Don't be a baby," twelve-year-old Kacie Clayton said to her eleven-year-old best friend, Rachel Cunningham. "But Kacie!" Rachel whined, "If we get caught your mother might spank us with her wooden spoon. "We won't get caught," Kacie said confidently, sticking her left leg out of the bedroom window. She was not about to tell Rachel, that if they got caught sneaking out of the house to go to the convenience store a mile and a half away, after dark, without an adult, her mother's wooden spoon would be the least of their worries. Noah Clayton did not spank his two children very often but when he did, it was usually done with his special leather spanking strap and it made a lasting impression. "What if they check on us, while we're gone?" Rachel, the pessimist, asked. "Rachel, you've slept over like a quadrillion times. You know they never check on us once we've had our snack and our goodnight hugs. Now come on. You know you want your Starburst and the latest Teen People and I am just dying for some chocolate. I dare you to do it,” Kacie prodded. "Oh, and don't forget your money this time," Kacie reminded her climbing onto the gnarled old oak tree that stood beside the two story, brick colonial house on the outskirts of New Windsor, Maryland. "Kacie, wait! You are going to have to help me. You keep forgetting I'm not 5'6" like you. I'm only 4'10”.” Rachel climbed up on a chair and carefully reached toward Kacie. "All right, shorty, give me your hand. Here you go," Kacie said cheerfully giving Rachel a mighty tug. Rachel stifled a scream as she barely made it onto the oak branch. Most of the time, Kacie envied her friend's petite curvy form but being tall and lanky did occasionally have advantages. Stealthily the two adolescents shinnied down the tree and started down the deserted country road to the local 7-eleven store. "You know you two, it is pretty late," the elderly store clerk, Mr. Andrews, said. "Don't you think you should call your parents for a ride? I'm rather surprised they let you come by yourselves this time of night." "Oh it's ok,” Kacie bluffed. "We do this all of the time." She just neglected to add "during the day.” Rachel looked back

Kate Bullis sheepishly at the man. Twenty minutes later the two had purchased their treasures, and were about to start the walk back. Rachel had a bag of gummy worms and a bag of Starburst. Kacie had a large bag of Reisens chocolate caramel candies and a six pack of Snicker bars. Premenstrual chocolate cravings had hit her big time this month. The girls started eating the goodies as they walked, savoring each forbidden morsel. They carefully stored the empty wrappers in pockets so as not to litter. Suddenly an old beat up van came out of nowhere and skidded to a stop directly in front of them perpendicular to the road. A man, wearing a ski mask, jumped out and grabbed Rachel dragging her toward the back of the van. Kacie attacked the man trying to free her screaming friend. Suddenly she felt a sharp blow to the side of her head. Just as she passed out, she recognized the face of...

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Chapter One June 21st 2004 Special Agent KC Clayton awoke with a scream on her lips and sweat pouring from her shaking body. This was the third night in a row the nightmare had awakened her. It had been twelve years since she had dreamt of her friend's kidnapping. The dream was always the same. She would wake up just as she was about to see the kidnapper's face. Two years of counseling and hypnotherapy had been unable to free her mind of the image but the dreams had finally stopped. Now fourteen years to the day after the kidnapping happened they had started again. KC was never able to get back to sleep after the dream so she would get up, eat chocolate, and clean. Sleep deprivation was beginning to make her look like a hag without the help of her thick coke-bottle lens glasses, severe hair style, and intentionally poor color choices. Today she chose an unflattering olive-drab suit that was a size too large and a jaundice yellow blouse guaranteed to make her cool complexion look ill. She pulled back her hair so tightly she squinted then pinned the normally thick long tresses into the tightest top knot possible. She coated it all with hair spray, stuck on the awful glasses and headed toward FBI headquarters. *** Special Agent, Kellen Kincaid took in the meeting room with a glance. His dark brown eyes came immediately to rest on the new, young agent sitting on the far side of the conference table. In that instant, his keen mind became aware of three facts: 1. The agent in question had not slept well for several days. 2. She was doing everything possible to conceal her considerable good looks. 3. She was somehow familiar to him. "Welcome back, Kincaid," Unit Chief Dennis Jones said. "And congratulations on a successful operation." Agent Kincaid scoffed as he lowered his muscular six foot six inch frame into the nearest chair, "If you can call saving one out of

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Kate Bullis eight kidnapped children a success.” He noticed the young agent come totally to attention at the mention of the word kidnapped. A memory stirred. "But, Kellen, you did save one,” Agent Martha Hanratty said patting his hand. At age fifty, Martha was the mother figure of the group. "That was more than anyone in the San Francisco field office accomplished." "They must not have had a piano," Keith Richards, the resident smart-ass, smirked. It was a fact well known to everyone in the agency that when Agent Kellen Kincaid was stumped by a case he would get permission to go home and play piano until the answer came to him. He was the only Agent to have entered the FBI Academy with a Piano Performance degree from Juilliard. It was an unusual technique to say the least, but his success rate was indisputable so the Bureau put up with his eccentricity. Kincaid ignored the jab and addressed his reply to Martha. "I would suspect that me finding one kidnapping victim alive is small consolation to the seven families whose children were sexually abused then murdered,” Kincaid said a note of selfcondemnation clearly evident in his deep baritone voice. KC looked at the agent with respect and empathy. He sounded just like her father. Noah Clayton never accepted anything short of perfection from himself. "Oh for crying out loud, Kellen," barked Art Hamlin. He was the practical one of the team, a real Fed's Fed. "You didn't get called in until the seventh kidnapping. You can hardly hold yourself responsible for the first six deaths." "Why?" blurted out KC finally looking Kincaid in the eyes. That single look afforded him a wealth of knowledge. She knows pain, Kellen thought to himself. "What do you mean, little girl?” Artie Hamlin growled coming to his feet. "It should be ob…” But Kincaid understood the real question and interrupted him, still holding KC's gaze, "Because the SAC at the San Francisco office thought his unit could handle the case on its own." "Idiot!” KC said the passion of youth evident in her voice. "Risking innocent children's lives over professional vanity." Art Hamlin sat back down. Maybe there was more to this kid than met the eye. He knew she was Noah Clayton’s daughter. Heck, they all did. But she would still have to earn her way in this unit. Kellen smiled ever so slightly. He happened to agree with her but dared not show it publicly. FBI egos were fragile at best and she would need to learn diplomacy to keep the peace. "That is a bit harsh Agent...?" he queried looking at Jones. "Sorry, Kincaid. This is Agent Kathryn Clare Clayton, KC to

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Finding Kacie us. She just graduated top of her class at Quantico." Kincaid nodded; Noah's Clayton's daughter. Now things were beginning to make sense. He turned back and addressed his next comment to her, "Congratulations. As I was saying Agent Clayton, sometimes a fresh pair of eyes can bring a clearer perspective to an investigation and obtain results that someone too closely involved cannot." KC gave him her very best Oh Puhleez eye roll that would have done his sixteen-year-old youngest sister, Kateri, proud. Then she compounded her insolence by dismissively turning her back on him. Oh really, little Miss? We'll just see about that attitude, Kellen Kincaid thought. Luckily for her she was not his little sister or she would have soon found herself across his knee. The oldest of six children, Kellen Kincaid had often dealt with his three younger sister’s brat-like behaviors. He was brought out of his musings by his boss' voice. "Okay, boys and girls on to today's business,” Jones said. "Our serial killer in Indianapolis has struck again. The victim this time is a thirty-two-year-old, mother of three. The Indianapolis field office has requested our assistance. Martha, I want you and Keith to fly out there ASAP and offer whatever help you can. And Richards?” Jones asked, eyeballing the often times reckless agent. "Sir?" Richard's replied. "No hot-dogging!" came the command. "No worries, Dennis. I'll keep him in line," Martha Hanratty said with a mollifying wink to Richards. Only Martha was allowed to use the Chief's given name in public. She had earned this honor when she had stepped in front of a bullet intended for the Chief's wife five years before. The boss’s wife had died of ovarian cancer three years later, but at least Martha had given him three extra years. No civilian would ever suspect the unprepossessing, slightly overweight, middle-aged woman of having such courage but time and again during her twenty-five year career with the bureau she had been cited for bravery. "Clayton," Jones said continuing on with the assignments. "Sir?" she asked. "Are you ready for a trial by fire?” Jones asked. KC smiled. "Is there any other kind, Sir?" Yes, she is definitely Noah's daughter. And I'll bet behind those awful coke-bottle glasses are the same lethally intelligent blue-gray eyes, Kellen mused. "We just received word from the Madison, Wisconsin field office that there has been a kidnapping of an eleven- year-old girl

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Kate Bullis in the small town of Lake Mills.” KC's face bleached white and her breathing started to speed up. "There is a witness," Jones went on looking directly at KC "A twelve-year-old girlfriend who escaped the kidnapper." KC didn't notice the single tear that traced a path down her cheek but Kincaid did. There is history in that tear. He would have to call Noah Clayton at the first opportunity. Jones continued, "So far the girl has not spoken. I know this is a very sensitive issue for you, Clayton, but we are all hoping the child will bond with you since you have had a similar experience. Do you think you can handle it?” "Yes Sir, of course, Sir, no problem, Sir," KC said in a rush. "Gee Clayton, one more "Sir" and you would have had the entire military covered,” Richards quipped. Kincaid shot him a look that clearly said knock it off or deal with me. Richards merely shrugged his what-did-I-do shrug. "Actually," Jones said directing his remarks to Richards, "it is rather refreshing to receive such respect from a young agent.” His eyes locked with Richards until that agent looked away with a blush. Kincaid, Hanratty, and Hamlin hid their smiles. Jones was six feet tall, two hundred seventy-five pounds of solid muscle and bald as a peeled onion. At fifty-five years of age, he could still put any agent in his or her place when the need arose. "Kincaid, I want you to go with Clayton to oversee the investigation." "No!” KC exclaimed rather more vehemently than called for. Five pairs of eyes looked at her incredulously not the least of whose were Dennis Jones'. He looked at her sharply and cocked an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to shout. What I meant to say was that I can handle the assignment on my own. I don't need Agent Kincaid's assistance," KC said in a rush. She was definitely Noah's Clayton's daughter, Kellen thought yet again. Dennis Jones stood and put both palms flat on the conference table. Then he looked directly into KC Clayton’s eyes making her feel like a recalcitrant pre-teen. "First of all, Agent Clayton, I am not allowed to send rookies into the field alone nor would I even if I could. Secondly, I always send my agents in pairs if possible. It happens to be safer and usually more effective that way." KC gulped and was about to answer when her boss continued. "Third, considering Agent Kincaid's indisputable success rate in child kidnapping cases, I would think you would be honored to

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Finding Kacie have the opportunity to work with him." "Yes, Sir," KC replied looking at her feet. Kincaid couldn't help but grin. Dennis Jones could make any agent feel like they had just received a sound spanking when he chose to do so. "Now," Jones continued still in stern-father mode, "The case file is on your desk. Read it, memorize it, and await further instruction." "Yes, Sir, sorry, Sir," the chastised young agent responded softly. KC was mortified. Her only comfort was in the fact her father had not witnessed her dressing down. With her head down, she headed back to her cubicle.

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Chapter Two "All right Dennis, what's really going on here?" Kincaid asked his superior after they entered privacy of his office. "KC is obviously Noah's Clayton's daughter even with those coke-bottle glasses obscuring her eyes and that constipated hair-do." Dennis Jones grinned at the description. "Yes, she is, albeit a bit more restrained than her father, thank God!" Kincaid was not so sure about that. "You know her history. Are you sure this isn't a career motivated by revenge?” Kincaid asked his boss, looking up from the personnel file he was reading. At least he had some of the answers he’d wanted to ask Noah Clayton now. "No. There really is nothing nefarious going on, Kellen. According to her father, she has wanted to be an agent ever since she could talk. She was top in her class at the Academy. She has excellent academic credentials, holds black belts in at least three martial arts and her father taught her how to shoot. Need I say more?” "Yes, actually you do. Why does she look like she hasn't slept in a year? Why does she go to such lengths to conceal her looks? And why did she turn white as a sheet at this assignment?" Kincaid looked directly at his boss. "Ah, I wondered if you had noticed that. You just read her personnel file. So you know all the answers are there, except why she hasn't slept. And it hasn't been a year but only a few days." Jones kept speaking as Kellen read. "I asked her if she was sick but all she said was she had not put on her make-up this morning." "My old granny's corset! That woman could never touch make-up again and still be beautiful," Kincaid said with feeling. "So you noticed that too. Funny you seem to be the only one who has. I thought for sure Richards would catch on but he hasn't," Jones said shaking his head. "That letch so much as goes near her I'll call Noah Clayton myself!" Kincaid promised. "My, my, my, I knew there was no love lost between you and Keith but I was not aware you desired his death,” Jones said with a chuckle. Then his look became speculative. “Or could it be Miss Clayton has sparked your interest?" Jones said with laughter in his voice. Kellen smiled ever so slightly at his boss's humor, giving nothing away, and then he instantly became serious. "Boss, do you really think it’s a good idea to put KC on this case? Aren't you

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Finding Kacie worried her personal experiences and the feelings they engender might compromise her?" What Kellen was really worried about was how it would affect KC emotionally. She was obviously living on the edge as it was. "I've considered all of that, of course, but I still feel she has the best chance of getting through to the young girl in Wisconsin. Without the witness's help, our chances of finding the missing child alive are slim to none as you well know. “ “Marcia should have your travel arrangements made by now. Go talk to your young partner and let her know the specifics," Jones said dismissing his best agent. "And Kellen, I'm sure I don't need to tell you but time is of the essence." Kincaid gave a curt nod of understanding and left Jones's office. Kellen took a moment to ponder the file he had just read. He thanked his mother daily for the speed reading course she had forced on him at age six. His speed reading and photographic memory combined with an IQ of nearly 200 made him a walking encyclopedia. He now knew everything the bureau knew about Kathryn Claire Clayton. Now he just needed to find out everything the bureau didn't know. Kincaid briefly stopped by Marcia Samson's desk to pick up the flight information then poked his head around KC's cubicle. He drew up short when he saw her wiping tears from her eyes. Were they from that dressing down she had received in front of the rest of the team, not likely. They must have come from the file she had just read. She appeared to be holding a picture in her hands, but he couldn't get a good look at it. Stepping silently to his left, he was able to see a photograph of two adolescent girls. One was obviously KC, albeit a KC that was all arms, legs, and braces. The other girl was a petite, cute brunette. The writing at the bottom said Rachel and Kacie, June 10th, 1990. Kellen wondered when Agent Clayton had gone from "Kacie" to "KC". He bet the answer was in that picture. How should he approach her as not to embarrass her? He chose antagonism. "Wow! There are eyes behind those glasses. I wasn't sure in the conference room." Kellen smiled as he got the desired glower. KC quickly shoved the picture into her oversized purse. "Didn't your mother teach you how to knock; or were you hatched under a hot rock?" KC shot back, quickly dashing at her eyes and putting her glasses back on. "Ouch!" much better, he thought. "Here are the travel plans for Wisconsin. We are wheels up in two hours. Go home, put on some clothes that actually fit, pack a suitcase, toss those ridiculous glasses in the garbage, put in your contacts and be

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Kate Bullis ready for me to pick you up in an hour," Kincaid ordered. "Listen here, you overbearing Neanderthal,” KC said rising from her desk chair, "You may be my partner on this assignment but you are not my boss. You will not tell me how to dress and I will meet you at the airport in an hour and a half." KC ended her tirade on a near shout and without realizing it was standing nose to third shirt button with Kincaid by the time she was done. An audience had started to gather around her little cubby. "We'll just see about that, little girl. Now run home and get ready," he said with a sneer. "Oh and Kathryn Claire?" he said knowing the use of her full name would make her bristle. "On this assignment I most certainly am your boss. And—If one of my three younger sisters ever spoke to me the way you just did she would quickly find herself over my knee, panties down with my hand slamming onto her bare ass. You might want to think about that." This elicited snickers from the growing audience. "You just try it, Kincaid and I'll have you up on harassment charges so fast it will make your swelled head spin!" she rejoined poking him in the chest. "We will see, little girl. We will see." He ducked out of the way just in time to miss getting his skull fractured by a flying stapler. That's one, he thought as he whistled down the hallway to the elevator. *** Kincaid knocked on KC's door precisely one hour later. She looked exactly as she had an hour earlier except she had put on some light make-up. There was a packed bag sitting by her shoes. "I thought I told you I would meet you at the airport," KC said, trying to close the door in his face. "And I told you to throw out those glasses and dress casually so as not to scare the kid!” Kellen said forcing his way into her apartment. "I should have you charged with trespassing," KC growled. "And I should spank you for making us later than we already are. Give over, Agent Brat. Like it or not I'm your partner on this case. Now you have exactly ten minutes to put in your contacts, change your clothes, and fix your hair so you don't scare the witness half to death. Now get going!" Kincaid said spinning KC around and planting a hard swat on her bottom. KC didn't think. She just reacted, spinning on the ball of her left foot and planting her right foot squarely into Kincaid's solarplexus. That kick would have downed a smaller, less fit opponent;

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Finding Kacie but even as he doubled over trying desperately to drag some air into his lungs, Kincaid grasped KC's ankle and pulled. KC hit the floor with a thud but didn't remain there for long. Faster than the speed of light or so it seemed to KC, Kincaid had her off the floor and over his right thigh. For one, brief, panic-filled moment KC was afraid he'd bare her bottom, but he merely clamped her wrists together in his large right hand and locked her legs in place with his left leg. *SMACK* SMACK* SMACK*SMACK* Left, left, right, right, up, down and all around his heavy left hand spanked her well placed bottom. KC could do little more than shriek and gasp as the myriad of spanks rained down hard and fast. "Now, are you going to do as you were told or am I going to continue this on your bare butt?" It wasn't so much a question as an ultimatum. "I'll change, Sir," came the watery reply, "Just please stop." "Good," said Kincaid helping KC to her feet. Before she realized his intent, he pulled her to his chest for a long comforting hug. "Thank you. Now please hurry," he said softly kissing the top of her head. Totally flummoxed by the show of tenderness, KC rushed to her bedroom to change. Soon the sound of a running shower could be heard. Kincaid paced the living room floor anxious to be on the way. Truth be told, he did not want to stop long enough to examine too closely the feelings aroused by having the feisty agent over his lap. Kellen was just putting his hand to KC’s bedroom door when it opened. The sight that greeted him stopped him dead in his tracks. Every nerve ending went en Pointe, especially the ones south of the belt buckle. He had known the first time he saw her that she was hiding her natural looks but nothing could have prepared him for the vision of loveliness framed by the doorway. In place of the oh-so-proper olive-drab suit and unflattering yellow blouse, KC wore a pair of well-fitted yet tasteful blue jeans. On top, she wore a slate blue FBI T-shirt that brought out the color in her beautiful blue-gray eyes. A camel colored blazer gave her just the right amount of professionalism for this assignment. Her hair had been washed and now hung in a long fat braid down the center of her back. For an instant, Kellen longed to undo that fat braid and see the waves of ash blonde hair fall to her waist. But of all the beauty standing in front of him, it was the Helenof-Troy face that nearly stopped his heart. Perfect, high cheekbones were accentuated by merest hint of dusty rose blush. Her dusky blue-gray eyes were enhanced by thick dark lashes and

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Kate Bullis gently arched brows. And last, but certainly not least, was a generous and totally kissable mouth. Down Big Boy Kincaid said silently to his eager member below. KC noted with smug satisfaction her partner's discomfort and smiled. "Will this do, Sir," she said ever-so-sweetly, imitating her mother's best Southern drawl. All of the saliva had long since evaporated from Kincaid's mouth, so he merely nodded curtly. Then he quickly picked up her suitcase and opened the apartment door. Score one for Agent Brat, KC thought with a smile. *** They were seated in the taxi on the way to the airport when KC's slight rear end discomfort prompted her to confront Kellen. "I can not believe you spanked me! I'm a trained FBI agent for crying out loud.” “And I cannot believe I didn't do it the second you threw that stapler at my head at headquarters. I am sure that little maneuver was not included in the FBI self-defense curriculum," Kincaid replied returning look for look. KC had the good grace to blush and look at her half boots. "I guess that was a bit excessive—sorry," she mumbled sincerely. Kincaid was about to ask her if she was apologizing to him or to his shoes but realized how much it had cost the proud young beauty to apologize at all. "Thank you. Apology accepted," he replied. They made it to the airport just in time to check in with security and board their plane. Their seats were in the first row of the coach cabin offering Kincaid the extra space needed to stretch his long legs. "You take the window seat, Clayton," Kincaid said without inflection. "And what if I prefer the aisle seat, Agent Kincaid?” KC snapped, irritated by his casual sense of authority. "Must you fight about everything? Sit down in the window seat, Agent Brat, or I will sit you there myself," Kincaid growled causing KC's bottom cheeks to clench involuntarily. At least part of her has some sense, Kellen thought, watching her nervousness. KC sat by the window albeit grudgingly. She pointedly turned her back on Kincaid and crossed her legs. Kellen sighed and closed his eyes waiting for the plane to take off. Once the plane was airborne, both agents took out their laptops and began to work. Kellen noted immediately that KC's computer was state of the art and that she typed extremely fast.

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Finding Kacie He could not help but notice some of the elite crime fighting software she was using and the data bases she was accessing. He wondered how someone of her mere twenty-six years, fresh out of the academy had gotten hold of a machine that sophisticated not to mention the access codes to some of those data basses. He kept his questions to himself for the time being and worked on his own laptop. After an hour, he would have given his eye teeth for a grand piano. His mother, a concert cellist with the St. Paul Chamber Orchestra, started him on Suzuki piano lessons at age three when she found him picking out classical melodies at all hours of the day and night. Piano wasn't something Kellen Kincaid wanted to do; it was something he had to do. He could not go more than forty-eight hours without playing the piano. His mother had made sure he had only the best teachers. By the time he was twenty, he had graduated from Juilliard and had won several prestigious competitions. He spent a year concertizing in Europe. Then on his twenty-second birthday, he decided it wasn't enough. He wanted to contribute something more to humanity than just beautiful music. After a long heart to heart talk with his father, he went back to school and attained his criminal justice degree. Then he went directly to the FBI Academy. His love for the piano, however, was a much a part of him as his skin and often when stumped by a particularly frustrating case, he would play until the answer came. He knew the answer for this case was there. It always was. He just needed to be patient. Suddenly KC looked at him and spoke. "This kidnapper knew both of his victims." "You are sure?" he asked her. He had known that the second he finished reading the crime report but genuinely wanted to hear her reasoning. "Positive," she said with total confidence. "What makes you think that?” Kincaid asked sincerely without a trace of condescension in his voice. "First of all, these tire tracks indicate the kidnapper drove beside his victims at a slow speed for a considerable distance like they were chatting." Kincaid was wondering how she accessed those pictures when she continued. "Also he never blocked their path but rather stopped beside them. The footprints on the passenger side of the vehicle are undisturbed as if one of the victims got into the vehicle willingly. But there are signs of a fierce struggle on the driver's side which would indicate the second victim struggled."

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Kate Bullis "Well we know that because she got away. Now tell me how you accessed those photos, Agent. They were not in the report sent to us." Kincaid demanded. "Oh I have my ways, Agent," KC replied with her best wouldn't-you-like-to-know smile then added cockily, "Best you remember that.” "As long as they are legal I will be fine, Agent Clayton,” Kellen said not taking the bait. "Oh all right, I'll tell you. Marti can access any local law enforcement database even our local field offices without being traced. I merely went into the Madison field office's system and downloaded all of the crime scene photos." Kincaid had been listening but his conscious mind stopped on the name "Marti.” He knew of only one FBI agent that named his laptop and publicly treated it like a partner. "KC, where did you get this computer?" he asked in all seriousness. "I jacked it from the local pawn shop," she replied saucily. "You're pushing it, Agent Brat," Kellen growled. KC sighed tiring of the game. She really wasn’t a brat but for some inexplicable reason Kellen Kincaid brought out the worst in her personality. "It was a graduation present from my Uncle Nate, when I graduated from the Academy," she replied truthfully. She answered in a tone that would make one think it perfectly normal to be given the most elite crime fighting computer known to the bureau for a present. "Uncle Nate? Wait! Nathan Whitmore is your uncle?" he asked incredulously. "Well not really. He's my Godfather, but I've always called him Uncle Nate." Then she sighed heavily and faced her partner. "When Rachel was kidnapped, I couldn't remember anything after leaving the convenience store no matter how hard I tried. I was frantic to help. I searched for her on foot by myself when they wouldn't let me help." "You did what?" he exclaimed causing several passengers to frown at him. "You were almost kidnapped yourself. I can't believe Noah would have let you go out alone." So you do know my father, KC realized before continuing. "You didn't really think I asked for permission, did you?" she smiled. "Anyway you are right. As soon as my father found out he tried putting me under lock and key, but I just climbed out the same window we had used the night of the kidnapping. Only instead of searching woods and fields, I started interviewing people door to door. Many of them felt sorry for me so they tried much harder to remember then they had for the police." "Let me get this straight. You had just gotten out of the hospital with a concussion and emotional trauma that caused

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Finding Kacie memory loss. Then you tried physically searching the area by yourself and when your father stopped you, you crawled out the second story bedroom window and conducted house to house interviews by yourself?" "That sums it up rather nicely. You must be in the FBI," she said cheekily. "Victim or not, if you had been my daughter you would still have the imprint of my left hand on your ass!" he said in a tone so quietly menacing that it caused KC to shudder. "Well my Dad didn't spank often but when he did he made it count. This time, however, he just couldn't. I had come too close to dying. Anyway, Uncle Nate had taken a leave of absence to help with the search and when he saw my father's distress, he put me to work helping him. He showed me everything there was to know about using a computer to fight crime, except his passwords of course. He gave me my own laptop, although not a sophisticated one. I inputted data for hours. I don't know if I really did anything helpful but I felt like I was doing something and I needed that desperately." "So fourteen years later you graduate top of your class at Quantico and Nathan Whitmore gives you a computer that agents who have been with the bureau twenty-five to thirty years would die for," he said shaking his head. "I always was his favorite, but seriously I also have the aptitude for it which many of the more experienced agents do not. This computer is as close to me as my immediate family. I would protect it with my life.” “Now, Kincaid,” she continued, “if you can stop drooling over my laptop we'll get back to our investigation. The other reason I am sure he knew the victims is the fact that he did try to take them both. That is incredibly risky as you well know," she said totally sure of herself. "But your kidnapper also tried to take both of you,” Kincaid countered. "No, he didn't. He only wanted Rachel. She was the pretty one." There was a world of hurt in that one statement, Kincaid thought. "He would have driven off without harming me at all if I hadn't tried to stop him from taking her," she continued. "I attacked him not the other way around. He had a gun, a .38. I'm surprised he didn't just shoot me instead of knocking me out,” she said, all of the sudden going quiet and turning to face the window. So am I, Kincaid thought. "KC," he began quietly, "did you know your kidnapper?" "I don't know," she said still facing the window. "My brain

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Kate Bullis won't let me remember. I come close in my dreams, so very close. The dreams are so vivid, so real and just when I'm about to see his face—I wake up." "Do you have the dreams often?” Kellen asked keeping his voice soft and well modulated. It was his FBI interview voice. His mother referred to it as his "bedroom" voice. She said he inherited it from his father. Parents, go figure. "The first month I remembered nothing about the kidnapping from the time we left the convenience store. Then suddenly, I started having dreams. Each night the dream would reveal just a little more of what had happened until I got to the point where I looked into the kidnapper’s eyes. From then on, the dream always took me to that point but never beyond. I would always wake up with a scream, shaking and sweating profusely, but I couldn't get back to sleep. The doctors finally gave me strong sleeping pills and I quit dreaming. For the first two years, every time I went off from the pills I would dream. Finally, a hypnotherapist was able to plant a suggestion in my subconscious and when the dream came, I would immediately turn it off like a TV. I had not had the dream in over twelve years until this past Monday night. I had read about a kidnapping of a twelve- year-old on the west coast on the anniversary of Rachel's kidnapping. I think that is what triggered the nightmares. This time I came closer than ever to remembering. I actually saw the face and then woke up. But I can't remember the face no matter how hard I try." "It's ok KC, your memory will return when you are ready,” he said trying to sooth her agitation. "No! It's not ok! Don't you see? If I could remember maybe..." Her voice trailed off. "Maybe you could find Rachel?" he asked. "Yes, and bring her home.” As gently as possible Kellen lifted her chin and said, "You do realize she is probably dead." "There is no probably about it, Kellen, and you know it,” she said weakly, using his given name for the first time. She sounded beaten down...hopeless. "She was dead within seventy-two hours of her abduction I'm sure of it. But if I could remember, maybe we could catch him, maybe we could find her and bring the body home and maybe..." She couldn't continue. "Maybe you would all be at peace?" he asked. "Yes," she said barely above a whisper. Kellen laid his large warm hand over her smaller one. Nothing more just that simple human contact, it was enough.

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Finding Kacie Chapter Three KC woke up from the bump of the plane's landing gear hitting the ground. She was shocked to find her head nestled against Agent Kincaid's shoulder and his right arm holding her close. She bolted upright and turned a narrowed gaze upon Kincaid. "Hey, don't you start,” Kellen said, shaking a finger at her. "I didn't do a damn thing. I was sitting here minding my own business when you snuggled right up and went to sleep. The nightmare had started again and I tried to assure you that you were safe. You all but crawled onto my lap. I just had the flight attendant throw a blanket over you," he said quickly placating his upset partner. "If you say so, but don't let it become a habit, Kincaid,” KC said, pushing past him and grabbing her carry-on bag from the overhead bin. Kellen followed her giving her wide birth. He had told her the absolute truth. She had started crying and thrashing around in her seat. Passengers had started to become concerned. He had merely pulled her close and told her she was safe. She had then burrowed her head almost through his right shoulder and had fallen into a deep sleep. KC saw her reflection in a picture inside the Madison Airport terminal and with a little cry headed to the nearest ladies' room. For someone who made a habit out of intentionally hiding her looks, she seemed quite upset over a few straggling hairs, Kellen mused. "Damn it!" came the cry from the rest room. What now, thought Kincaid, his head starting to pound. He felt more like a long-suffering husband than an FBI agent. KC flew out of the restroom her long blonde hair hanging in waves at her hips. "I can't get this damn braid back in," she said almost in tears. The overreaction made no sense to Kincaid but it was his job to get them to the Madison field office as quickly as possible. "Come here, I'll do it." "You?" "Yes, me," he said mocking her. "I have three younger sisters, all of whom were in either dance or gymnastics. I have done more than my fair share of hair-braiding. Now which do you want? French or regular," he asked. What he didn't tell was that he'd been longing to run his fingers through that luxurious hair since she stepped out of the bathroom of her apartment "Hah, a Renaissance man, who woulda thunk? Regular please,” she smiled presenting her back. Her good humor was

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Kate Bullis fast returning. With the speed of a true expert Kellen deftly braided the multi-hued hair. He had never seen so many natural variations of blond on one head. This was one head of hair that required no artificial highlights. "There you go. All neat and tidy," he said giving a soft pat to her bottom. "The braid that is." KC was about to lay into Kincaid when a bald man of medium height rapidly approached them. "Are you Agents Kincaid and Clayton?" "At you service Agent…" Kellen inquired. "Oh, Agent Milt Watson from the Madison field office. I'm supposed to take you two to the Lake Mills City Hall," Watson said with a jovial smile. "Lead on Dr. Watson," KC said trying to lighten the moment only to find her upper arm grasped in an uncompromising grip. "Just a moment please,” Kellen said firmly. "I am sure you have some identification, Agent Watson?" "Oh certainly, Agent Kincaid, I am most sorry. I should have shown it immediately," he said reaching two fingers into the inside pocket of his sports coat and pulling out his official ID and badge. Oops, thought KC to herself. She looked at Kincaid and blushed. Talk about your rookie mistakes, she chastised herself silently. Wouldn't her dad just love that? "Our car is right this way,” Agent Watson said quickly leading them through the crowded terminal, past baggage claim and to the waiting vehicle. The metallic silver Ford sedan blended in naturally with the other cars on the highway. "The SAC for this op is John Preston. He's a good man. He is easy to work with and very fair. He has been with the Bureau for fifteen years. He was with the Milwaukee PD for twelve years before that. He is very anxious to get you two up to speed. We are sure hoping Agent Clayton can get through to the Barton girl quickly. Without her help we do not hold out much hope for Amanda Worthington,” Watson said as he wove in and out of traffic with the expertise of a NASCAR driver. "I will do my best Agent Watson, but these things cannot be forced,” KC said giving a worried glance to Kincaid. He gave her a reassuring smile back. Kellen had been impressed by KC. From the moment Watson arrived, she had dropped the brat routine and had become the consummate professional. Fifteen minutes later the two Agents were sitting in the office of the Lakes Mill's police chief. There they met the special agent in charge, John Preston, a wiry man of medium height with an intelligent expression. He offered them coffee that ranked right up there with motor oil. The Lake Mills cops must all have cast iron stomachs. They both tried the coffee but turned down the plate of

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Finding Kacie stale donuts that was offered. "Agent Clayton, I would like you to meet Agent Judith Collins. She will take you immediately to the hospital in Madison to see Jeralyn Barton,” Preston said. "Yes, Sir,” KC responded, firmly shaking Agent Collins' hand. Collins gave KC a warm smile and beckoned her to follow. Kellen would join them at the hospital later. "And Judith, be sure to get it all on tape. You have the bug, right?" Preston said. "Yes Sir, its right here. All Agent Clayton has to do is put it in the plant on the Barton girl’s bedside table. We will be able to hear and record everything they say," Collins said. At KC's stunned look of inquiry, Preston explained, "We thought a bug would be better than having extra agents in the room. The mother is insisting on being in the room. It will be your job, Collins, to make sure she doesn't interfere with Clayton's work. Oh and Clayton, I received an e-mail from your boss. There will be a Dr. Lauren Scott meeting you at the hospital. She is a specialist in hypnotherapy from Chicago." Noah strikes again, Kincaid thought, but he wasn't upset. They needed all the help could get. Preston's voice interrupted his thought. "I don't need to tell you, Agents, time is crucial,” Preston said, looking at them with weary eyes. Collins and Clayton nodded and hurried toward the exit. "I still say we should bring the Barton girl in for questioning. I bet I could get the answers out of her,” said Jack Monroe, a cynical Lake Mills detective. KC stopped in her tracks and turned to face the detective with a look that could freeze the equator in July. "I tell you what, Detective,” she said, her voice dripping acid, "I'll make a deal with you. Give me one hour with Jeralyn Barton and if I have not gotten the needed information, Agent Collins will bring her down here and you can beat it out of her!" By the time she had finished, Detective Monroe had his back literally up against the austere gray wall of the Lake Mills police station and KC Clayton's aquiline nose was looking down on his forehead. Preston diffused the situation quickly. "That’s enough, you two. Kincaid, you will go with Watson to the crime scene and do what you do best. You will have full access to all of our information. I should warn you the Jefferson County Sheriff has an ego on him and does not seem to appreciate any interference from the ‘Feds’.” Kincaid smiled. "I understand, Sir. I'll be sure to wear my lightweight stomping boots." His comment caused a brief chuckle

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Kate Bullis from Preston and smiling nods from all of the other agents in the room. "I will gather all of the information I can and go over everything the Sheriff and the local agents have: then I will head back to the hospital. I want to input all of the data into KC's computer," Kincaid said. "Don't you have your own laptop, Agent?" Preston asked, somewhat surprised. "Oh certainly, Sir,” Kellen said patting the case at his right side. “But there is my laptop and then there is the one that was especially designed for Agent Clayton by Nathan Whitmore." That comment brought stunned silence to the room. He smiled and continued. "Also considering agent Clayton's personal history with kidnapping, I would like to be there during the hypnosis." "Understood, Kincaid, you and Watson better hustle out to the crime scene then,” Preston said. "I have one more meeting to attend and then I will meet you all at the hospital." All of the Agents dispersed to their respective assignments with the same goal, to bring Amanda Worthington home. *** On the way to Memorial Hospital, Judith Collins briefed KC on the events of the morning starting with the first 9-1-1 call, the attempted interview with Jeralyn Barton, and the subsequent request for help to the Bureau. KC inputted any new data into Marti but her mind was focused on one thing, gaining Jeralyn Barton's trust. The inside of Memorial hospital looked the same as any other major metropolitan hospital. Tasteful impressionistic pictures adorned the pastel walls trying to create a false cheerfulness. KC and Collins were greeted by Dr. Theodore Norwood who introduced them to Dr. Lauren Scott. KC quickly took in the compassionate but intelligent hazel eyes, the attractive but nononsense teal suit, and the curly auburn hair that kept trying to escape its clip. "Do you think you can get through to her Dr. Scott?” Agent Collins asked. "Well, Agent Collins, I want Agent Clayton to try first. Agent Clayton, we will not be able to see you but the listening device you have will allow us to hear and record everything you and Jeralyn say. This is her mother, Harriet Barton. I have made it clear to Mrs. Barton that although she may be present in the room she must remain silent." Mrs. Barton's frustration at that decree was palpable but KC

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Finding Kacie understood. She smiled reassuringly. "I understand your concern Mrs. Barton. Please trust me. I will be as gentle as possible. Remember, I have been where you daughter is." KC stepped through the hospital room door. Sitting still as stone in a chair facing the window, was Jeralyn Barton. KC saw the slight stiffening of her narrow shoulders as the door shut. Good she at least recognized another's presence. KC covertly stuck the transmitter disguised as a plant pick into the green plant on Jeralyn’s night stand. Then she walked to the young girl. "Hello, Jeralyn.” The young girl showed no acknowledgement. “My name is KC. I'm not a doctor or a shrink. I am merely someone that has had the same experience you had this morning and survived it." Jeralyn turned and faced KC but said nothing. KC saw in the hollowness of Jeralyn’s young eyes; the same raw pain and hopelessness she had felt fourteen years before. "It's awful isn't it?” She used present tense not past. "This whole damn thing is awful." Mrs. Barton opened her mouth to chastise the agent's language when her daughter broke into tears and threw herself into KC arms. "They don't understand. No one understands. They all try to be so nice and tell me it will be ok. It isn't Ok. It will never be ok will it?” Jeralyn sobbed. "No, things will never be the same again, Jeralyn. You will heal and you will laugh again someday, but life will never be the same," KC said, trying to hold back her own rage at this unnecessary loss of innocence. "She's dead isn't she? Amanda's dead and it all my fault," Jeralyn sobbed. KC held her at arms length. "We don't know if she's dead or not. Why would you think it is your fault?" "Because, I didn't stop him, I just saved myself." Her guilt was palpable. Once again, Mrs. Barton started to interrupt, but a sharp look from KC silenced her. "I was responsible for my friend's kidnapping too. I dared her to go with to the convenience store. She would never have gone if it hadn't been for me,” KC shared. "I tried to get her away from the kidnapper but he struck me over the head with a gun. How did you get away?" KC asked, easing Jeralyn into the over-stuffed brown leather recliner. "Mandy and I were out for our morning walk. I have put on some weight and Mom thought walking would be good for me,” Jeralyn explained glancing quickly at her mother. "As we were walking back toward Mandy's house,

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Kate Bullis Jordan...Baxter? Brady? Borden, I'm not sure of his last name, started driving beside us." The agents outside of the room went into hyperdrive at the possibility of a name. Jeralyn continued oblivious to what was going on outside of her room. "I had never liked him. He was...greasy and sort of out of it most of the time. I think he was on drugs. But for some weird reason Mandy thought he was cool probably because he was eighteen. Anyway, he offered us a ride and I said no right away, but Mandy hopped right in. He kept trying to get me to come along and I kept saying "No.” Mandy even called me chicken. Then suddenly, Jordan grabbed me and tried to force me into the back seat. I started to scream and struggle. That's when Mandy realized something was wrong and turned around and tried to help. He crawled on the back seat to deal with her but grabbed me by the hair. That's when I saw it." She stopped. KC said quietly, calmly, "What did you see, Jeri?" "I don't know," she cried dissolving into tears. "Shh, it's ok,” KC said rubbing the crying girl’s back. “You do know and I have someone here that can help you remember if you are willing to meet her,” KC said, keeping her voice calm and totally unthreatening. "All right but you'll stay with me right?" she asked, glancing hesitantly at her mother. "Wild horses couldn't drag me away, Jeri," KC promised. Dr. Scott came into the room. She acknowledged Mrs. Barton with a brief nod and walked straight to Jeralyn. "This whole thing sucks doesn't it?" she said not mincing words. "Yeah it sucks big time,” Jeralyn said through her tears. "I'm Dr. Scott but everyone calls me Lauren. Is it ok if I call you Jeri?" the doctor asked. "Sure, I guess," came the reply. "Jeri, I'm a hypnotherapist. That means I help people with their problems using hypnosis. KC thinks I can help you remember everything that happened today if you will let me hypnotize you. Will you do that?" she asked. "Will I remember when I'm done?" Jeri questioned. "Yes, you'll remember everything you say to me. And your mother will be here too. I should warn you it might not all come out the first time but that's ok. I'll keep meeting with you until we get everything out." "And KC will be here every time?" Jeri said looking at KC with panic in her eyes. "She sure will. Did you know KC is an FBI agent? I don't think I want to try to throw an FBI agent out of the room," Lauren said with a wink. That remark actually got a smile out of Jeralyn. It was her first of the day.

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Finding Kacie "Mrs. Barton, I need you to sign a consent form since Jeralyn is under age. I promise you she will be ok," Lauren said placing the pen and form in Harriet Barton's hand. Harriet paused. "Please Mom, I know you are mad at me but I really want to help find Amanda," Jeri cried. "Oh Jer," Mrs. Barton said quickly signing the paper and rushing to her daughter. "I'm not mad at you truly I'm not. I just want this to be over and for you to be safe." "But Mom, It won't be over until we find Mandy." "She is right Mrs. Barton," said KC. "Trust me. I know." The door of the room opened and Kellen Kincaid walked in. "Hi squirt, I'm Kel, and I'm here to help Dr. Scott. Isn't that right Doctor?” Kellen said giving the doctor a pointed look. Dr. Scott understood immediately. "That's right, Jeri. I find it helpful to have a secretary take down the information while I concentrate on the patient," Lauren said not missing a beat. "Now shall we begin? Jeri, I want you to lean back in the recliner." "I want KC in it beside me," Jeri said suddenly fearful. "That's fine. I think there's enough room for both of you," Dr. Scott said. "Here Jeri, get up a second and let me sit first,” said KC. Jeri did as requested and soon KC was comfortably ensconced in the leather recliner with Jeralyn Barton squished in beside her like an extra appendage. "Now Jeri, I want you to focus on this watch and clear your mind of everything. Take a deep breath and hold it. Now let it out slowly. Just keep focusing on the watch. Breathe and relax. That’s it. Breathe and relax. Focus on the watch. Let it take you deep within yourself.” Lauren kept her voice low and steady and soothing. After three minutes, not only was Jeralyn Barton under hypnosis, but so was KC. Both of them were breathing slowly and deeply, totally relaxed. Dr. Scott looked over at Kellen Kincaid and smiled. "Now Jeri, I want you to walk backwards through your mind to when you left the house this morning. Did you and Mandy leave together?” Lauren asked. "No, I always pick her up on the way. She lives three doors down," Jeri answered easily, her eyes remaining closed. "What is the day like? What do you see?” Lauren continued. "It was sunny; there was a cloud that looked like a juke box. I kidded Mandy about Elvis singing for her up in heaven. She punched my arm.” Tears started to trickle down Jeralyn’s cheeks. "It's all right Jeri, you are safe. This is just a video tape in your

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Kate Bullis mind. We are going to find Amanda," Lauren said reassuring her. "And Rachel?" KC said in a much younger voice. Dr. Scott looked to Kincaid for guidance. Kincaid nodded. "Yes and Rachel too," Lauren continued. "Jeri, what was Amanda's mood like? Was she happy, sad, excited?" "She was pissed,” Jeri said. "She was angry at her parents for not letting her go to the Festival dance. They thought she was too young." "Very good, Jeri. What happened next?" "Jordan Baxter? Brady? Something like that I can't remember his last name," Jeri started to become agitated. "It's ok Jeri, you are doing fine. Jordan did what?" Lauren asked, in a soothing tone. "He drove along side us,” she said. "Look hard at the car Jeri, describe it to me," Lauren pushed just a bit. "It was an old Ford Econoline van. License plate EMA 4, I can't get the rest because he's blocking it," KC chimed in out of the blue. Kellen started writing frantically. "No," Jeri cried. "It was a rusty, red Capri. The back window had duct tape on it." "Its ok, I wanted to know what both vehicles were like. You are both doing fine. Then what happened?" Lauren asked hoping Agent Kincaid was keeping it all straight. This was the first time she had two patients under at the same time reliving different but related events. It was a good thing Noah Clayton had shared his daughter's experience when he called her or Lauren would have been in the dark. "He asked us if we wanted a ride. I said no but Mandy said yes and got right in on the passenger's side. He tried to get me to climb into the back but I said no and tried to walk away. Then he grabbed me and tried to force me in. I said 'hey let me go'. " "Did he?" Lauren asked. "No," interjected KC. "He dragged her to the back of the van. He had his hand over her mouth. He was shoving her in the back. I heard her screaming and I just acted. I leapt on his back and began hitting and biting, anything to make him let go of Rachel. But he was so strong. He pushed her all the way into the van and she wasn't fighting anymore. But I kept hitting him trying to get him in the throat. Then I saw the..." before she could finish Jeri started in. "I saw the piece of paper. He had me by the hair trying to pull me in and saw the paper. I kept screaming for Mandy to get out. She must have finally realized there was trouble because she started screaming. He kept one hand in my hair and turned and hit Mandy with the other. She went quiet."

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Finding Kacie "Easy both of you,” Dr. Scott said trying to maintain control of the situation. “KC, I want you to hold the last image in your mind. Lock onto it and keep it there while Jeri tells us what's on the paper. Now Jeri, pretend you are watching a sports film. I want you to see the piece of paper. Do you see it?" Lauren asked trying to keep both patients under. "Yes," Jeri replied. "Good, freeze it in your mind. Now look at it carefully what does it say?" Lauren asked, trying not to let hope creep into her voice. "I see it! It says, Zeus, 136 Selby Dale Minneapolis, MN $5,000.00 per girl. I knew he was going to sell us. I wanted to get Mandy out, but I couldn't, and he had my hair, so I slammed the door on his arm over and over until he screamed and let go. Then I ran. I should have tried to save Mandy but I ran." Jeri was crying now. "Jeri, you did exactly the right thing,” Kellen Kincaid interjected softly reassuring her. “Instead of two victims we only have one and you got help on the way quickly. We will find her now,” Kellen looked at Dr. Scott motioning for her to continue. Dr. Scott took over again. “Now, Jeri, I want you to relax. You are safe. Feel the peace flow into you, that's right breathe. Feel KC beside you. You are safe. Amanda will be safe. Breathe and relax.” Jeri let out a soft sigh and drifted into a normal sleep. “Now KC, let's finish your tape. You are on his back right?” Lauren asked. She watched as KC still under hypnosis became focused. "Yes, Rachel is quiet. I smelled something sweet. Chloroform! That's why she isn't moving. He used Chloroform." "Very good, KC. Now let’s focus on you. What are you doing?" Dr. Scott prompted. "I am on his back trying to bring him down. I punch him in the kidney. He screams in rage and turns, that's when I see the gun. I think he's going to shoot me but instead he raises the gun. He's about to bring it down on my head when I scream." KC was crying and thrashing in the chair. Jeri held her hand, stroking it. "What did you scream KC?" Lauren asked gently. "Brother Paul, nooo!" KC screamed then fainted. Lauren looked quickly to Kellen Kincaid. He was beside KC in a flash. "Jeri I'm going to count backwards from three. When I get to one, you will open your eyes feeling refreshed and safe. You will remember everything you have said but you will feel no fear only safety. Three, you are becoming alert, two your mind is becoming active, one your eyes are open and you are completely awake." Lauren watched carefully as Jeralyn Barton opened her eyes,

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Kate Bullis blinked twice then smiled. "Did I help?" Jeralyn asked urgently. "You did great, Kiddo," Kellen said right beside the chair. "Agents are taking the information right now and looking for Mandy.” “Is KC ok?” Jeri asked with concern. “She will be just fine, Jeri. Dr. Scott, I need to make a quick phone call. Can you and Jeri stay with Agent Clayton please?" Kellen asked. He hated to leave KC's side for even a moment but knew whom he had to contact. Kellen stepped outside Jeralyn’s room where a beehive of investigative activity was taking place. He walked down the hall to a waiting area and punched four on his speed-dial. "Clayton," responded the voice on the other end. "Noah, Kincaid here. The Barton girl came through under hypnosis. Thanks for sending Dr. Scott by the way.” “Amanda Whitmore was kidnapped by an eighteen-year-old Caucasian male by the name of Jordan Braxton. He is a meth addict with a very expensive habit. If Jeralyn’s information is correct, he's selling the Worthington girl to a child prostitution ring in Minnesota." Kellen heard the vicious curse come from under Noah Clayton's breath. "Yeah I agree. She gave us a name and address. Zeus, 136 Selby, Mpls. Noah, I don't need to tell you time is critical here. The Minneapolis field office is on alert but Jones wants you there ASAP. Noah, get this creep, not just the punk kidnapper but the scum selling these little girls." "Consider it done, Kellen. You won't be in on the bust?” Noah's asked clearly surprised. "No, not this time. I have more important business here," Kellen said realizing it was true. "Noah" he hesitated, "Kacie, remembered something." "What?" just a single word. "I won't tell you until this other scum is caught, but it was a name. Right now finding Amanda Worthington alive takes precedence. But I'm staying with Kacie. I'll get her through this while you ... hunt."

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Finding Kacie Chapter Four KC heard the soothing voice of Dr. Lauren Scott coaxing her back to consciousness, but fear held lucidity at bay. She thrashed her arms trying to fight off the long-hidden memories. "Just breathe, KC. That's right. Take another breath. You are warm and safe. Just keep breathing deeply. I am going to start to slowly count backwards from three. With each count, you will become more alert, until you are wide awake. Three, you are beginning to come awake. Two, you are feeling refreshed and awake. One, you are alert and remember everything that was said in our session." KC opened her eyes wide then blinked twice. The first thing she saw was the worried face of Kellen Kincaid. She looked from the strong hand holding hers to Kincaid's handsomely chiseled features. "What are you doing here? You should be out apprehending the kidnapper not babysitting incompetent rookie agents, Kincaid," KC said feeling completely inadequate. "Everything is being handled, KC I am right where I need to be,” Kellen said. "But you are the lead on this! It's your responsibility ... our responsibility to find Amanda Worthington!" KC argued heatedly. Kincaid put a long lean finger to her lips. "Hush ... I said it is being taken care of." “Who?” she asked. “Who did you talk to?” "Your father, now let's get back to the hotel and wait for his call," Kellen said, gently guiding KC to her feet. "But, it's our case. We should join...” "No,” Kellen said firmly, but not harshly, "Sometimes being a good sgent means letting someone else with more experience take over." "He's right KC,” Dr. Scott said. "Right now you have important work to do here. You remembered a name and a face. Do you recall what you said?" Lauren asked carefully. She didn’t want to excite her. "Brother Paul Christianson, but I must have been mistaken; confused by Jeralyn’s memories,” KC said, beginning to become agitated again. "It's all right, KC. We have accomplished enough for today,” Dr. Scott said decisively. "Go home and rest, but I would like to see you tomorrow morning at 9:00." "That's impossible,” KC hedged, "I have to be back in D.C. and ..." "She will be here, Doctor," Kincaid said.

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Kate Bullis "Now just see here you ... you ..." she sputtered but could not continue as tears started to cascade down her cheeks. Kellen picked her up cradling her tight to his chest. He looked over her head at Dr. Scott and mouthed, "She will be here.” Dr. Scott merely nodded. KC started pounding on Kellen's chest as soon as he walked into the hallway. "Put me down, you jerk! Who made you the boss of me?" She was so angry now that the tears had let up that she was ready to do some serious tack spitting. Kellen just laughed and said, "You sound just like my youngest sister, Kateri right after a spanking. That's exactly what she says as she's rubbing her butt." KC's face went up in flames, but she bit out a reply anyway. "What is it with you and spanking?" "I merely find it a very effective way to handle bratty behavior. And ... I like butts, yours in particular." He waited for the explosion, but KC merely stuck out her tongue. "Later, Sweetheart," the husky sensuality emanating from his deep baritone voice silenced her far more quickly than the threat of another spanking. Kellen walked out of the hospital with a silent KC in his arms. He placed her in the back seat of Milt Watson's silver Saturn. Then he crawled in beside her, fastened her seatbelt, and hugged her to his side with his left arm. There was no protest from KC. She let her exhausted head drop against his strong shoulder in defeat. *** Noah Clayton headed stealthily toward the run-down warehouse. He moved with the silent grace of a large cat despite his sixty-one years of age. He held his 9mm Glock close to his left side, pointed toward the ground. He searched for a window, crack in the siding, anything that would allow him to see inside the building. Noah could not wait to get his hands on the scum that had kidnapped twelve year-old Amanda Worthington. He just hoped that he was soon enough this time to do some good. Noah had never completely forgiven himself for not locating Rachel Cunningham. The Minneapolis field office and the local police had sent people over as soon as the address was received from Wisconsin. Nobody answered from the inside and without a warrant, they could do very little. The Judge for the 7th judicial district, Henry Hughes, refused to grant a search warrant based on an address pulled from the subconscious of a twelve year-old girl. They could only sit and wait.

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Finding Kacie Noah Clayton had never been good at waiting. Spotting a small dirty window at the rear of what appeared to be an office, Noah carefully looked inside. The building was totally empty. "Police, freeze, dickhead,” quavered the voice of what had to be a rookie cop on his first bust. Noah spun with the grace of a ballerina and the force of Mack truck; kicking the gun free of the kid's hand and numbing his entire forearm. Before the terrified, uniformed officer knew what hit him, he was face down in the dirt with Noah Clayton's Glock shoved up his left nostril and his right knee on his kidney. "FBI," Noah responded, holding his badge and ID in front of the kid's face. Noah's heard applause behind and to his left. "Noah Clayton, I should have expected you,” said Dan Freeze, the SAC from the Minneapolis field office. Freeze was six feet tall, one hundred and forty pounds with a handlebar mustache. He was constantly taking ribbing about his name. "Please don't kill Officer Peskovic. The Minneapolis PD is short staffed enough,” he said with a laugh. "Well they should at least wait until they're out of diapers, Danny," Clayton said holstering his Glock and hoisting the mortified young officer to his feet. "Always know your opponent before diving in. That way you might just live to adulthood." "Dan," Clayton said suddenly all business. "Something isn't right here. I feel it in my gut. The warehouse is vacant. No one is being held here,” he said, pulling the other Agent and the kid into the shadows. "Maybe it’s just a meeting place," Freeze responded No sooner had the words escaped his lips than a truck bearing the logo: Zeus and Apollo, Mystic Muses. DJ Service, appeared in the alley and backed to within ten feet of the warehouse. Two men climbed from the truck. The one exiting from the passenger's side was close to Noah's own age, maybe fifty-five. Zeus," mouthed Clayton to Freeze. The driver, Apollo, by process of elimination was your typical garden variety "Thug.” He had long stringy black hair in serious need of washing. He wore black jeans held up mid thigh by the Grace of God and a good belt and enough chains hanging from the waistband to transmit satellite TV. "Our delivery is late," Zeus said in a smooth cultured voice that made Noah's skin crawl. This man was dangerous. This was more than a simple kidnapping, Noah was certain of it. "Maybe he stopped to sample the wares,” the thug laughed finding the possibility amazingly humorous. "If he did, he's a dead man," Zeus stated ominously. The grin vanished immediately from the thug's mouth.

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Finding Kacie Kincaid had barely exited the 4th floor elevator of the Madison Inn when he heard the blood curdling screams emanating from KC's room. He thrust his keycard into his door with his right hand and drew his Sig-Sauer from his shoulder holster with his left. "KC!" he shouted as sweat broke out on his brow. Her agonizing screams continued as he kicked in the connecting doors of their rooms. To his vast surprise, he came Sig to Glock with a beautiful avenging angel in blue lace. KC was kneeling on the bed her gun held in perfectly steady hands. Her long blonde hair fanned out over her creamy shoulders. Her shallow, rapid breathing accentuated the perfectly formed breasts barely concealed by her delicate powder-blue lace camisole. Kincaid's eyes went briefly to her gently rounded bottom encased in matching boycut lace panties, but quickly returned to the weapon. "KC, sweetheart,” Kellen said in a gentle placating tone as he carefully placed his gun on the floor, "I think I'm falling in love with you. Please don't shoot me." KC's wild blue-gray eyes came back into focus. She blinked then looked down at the gun in her hands. This afforded Kellen enough time to make it onto the bed. He gently disarmed her then pushed her back onto the pillows. He lay down beside her and pulled her against his chest, careful to stay on top of the covers. Suddenly there was a banging on KC's door. "Hotel Security open up!" the voice on the other side demanded. "Well damn, I finally get in bed with a beautiful woman and someone bangs on the door," Kellen said waggling his eyebrows at KC. She actually giggled in response. Progress, he’d take it. "FBI," Kellen said as he opened the door badge and ID in hand. "Everything is fine. The lady was just having a bad dream." The security guard was unconvinced and tried to push his way past Kincaid…big mistake. He quickly found himself looking at the wall with an arm pulled up behind his back. Before Kellen could say anymore, KC came to her feet, quickly put on a robe and walked to the pained officer. "I'm just fine, thank you. It really was a bad dream. I'm FBI agent KC Clayton. This is my somewhat overprotective partner, Agent Kincaid." With that, Kellen released the curious but not suicidal security guard who quickly scuttled out the door. "Now where were we?" Kellen asked huskily as he picked up KC and placed her back in the center of the bed. "You can't be in love with me,” KC said as she took off the robe and crawled back under the covers. "You've known me for less than twelve hours."

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Kate Bullis He laughed marveling at her logic under the circumstances. "What can I tell you? Geniuses work fast," Kellen said, with an engaging smile that made KC's stomach do back flips. Then he became serious. "Tell me about the kidnapping, Sweetheart. Start at the very beginning and leave nothing out,” he encouraged. KC took a deep breath. It was time she told someone besides a therapist everything that happened that night. She nestled her head against Kincaid's shoulder and pressed her body securely against his left side as she began to tell him of the event that entirely changed her life twelve years before. "Rachel Cunningham was my best friend in the world. We had been in every class together since kindergarten. She knew all of my deepest, darkest secrets and I hers." "How many deep, dark secrets do middle class pre-teens have,” Kellen asked with a smile at her drama. "Do you want to hear this or not?" KC demanded sitting up. Kellen pushed her head back down, "Sorry, no more interruptions." "Rachel was the pretty one...OUCH!" KC yelped as Kellen's palm connected with the well placed fullness of her bottom. "Stop putting yourself down," Kellen growled. "I'm not!" KC said rolling onto her back to protect her vulnerable backside. She reached to the bedside table and picked up the picture sitting there. "See? Look at this. My mother always said that I grew into my looks sort of like the ugly duckling. Jeff was the good looking one." "Well you certainly are a swan now," Kincaid said in that voice that caused shivers to travel clear to the soles of KC's feet. He turned toward her on his right side and propped his head on one hand. "Go on. If she was the pretty one, what were you?" "I was the smart one, the daring one. I was always getting us into some sort of mischief" she said with bittersweet memory. Kellen saw the turn in her mood. "A real brat's BRAT, huh?" She punched his arm and continued. "That Friday night our plan, or rather my plan, was to sneak out of the house via my bedroom window, crawl down the giant oak and walk to the 24 hour Mom and Pop store a about a mile and half away. We had pooled our allowances and were going to buy as much food off the restricted list as possible and eat it before our parents found out" "Restricted list?" Kellen queried. "Yeah. You see my mom has always had trouble controlling her weight. My dad couldn’t care less how much she weighs but with Dad being so handsome, it bothers my mom to be overweight. Anyway, she didn't want me to have that problem so

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Finding Kacie she was really strict about sweets.” “I had started my period six months before and got major chocolate cravings right before; so Rachel and I were going to stock-up for emergencies after we had eaten ourselves silly, of course." A tear escaped and trailed down her cheek. "You're doing great sweetheart,” Kellen said softly brushing the tear away with a gentle thumb. "What happened next?" "We walked to the store and bought all the stuff. Mr. Andrews, the kind old man who owned the store was suspicious. He wanted us to call our parents for a ride. I ... I lied to him," KC said peeking under her lowered lashes at Kincaid. His eyebrows rose in surprise as he knew how much Noah Clayton valued honesty. "I told him we did this all the time, which was true during the day but absolutely not allowed at night. I think he may have called Dad anyway. He probably saved my life. I have always felt ashamed for lying to him and he died before I could get the courage to admit it and apologize.” “As we were walking toward home, this old Econoline van stopped suddenly in the road blocking our path. A man dressed completely in black with a ski mask got out of the van and grabbed Rachel. He had one arm around her throat and the other around her chest lifting her off the ground. She was screaming as he dragged her back to the van.” “At first, I stood there in shock. Then I attacked him. I jumped on his back and clawed and bit, anything to get him to let go." KC's tempo was speeding up and Kellen could see her becoming agitated. "Sweetheart, take a breath. That's right. Remember you are safe. You are just telling me the facts," Kellen said calmly. "Rachel went limp. I'm not sure if she passed out or what but he shoved her into the van with me still on his back clawing and biting. Once she was inside, he turned and slammed me against the side of the van to loosen my grip. That's when the mask tore. I saw he had a gun at the same time I saw his face.” “I screamed 'Brother Paul, NO!' just as he brought the gun crashing down on my skull." KC suddenly fell quiet and let her head fall back onto the pillows. Tears were flooding down her face. Kellen pulled a handkerchief from the back pocket of his stone colored Docker's and gently wiped KC's tear streaked face. He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head before gathering her close. "Who was Brother Paul?" "He was the Youth Minister at St. Anne's Parish. Everyone loved him. No one would have ever thought to question him. He was sweet, attractive and had a great sense of humor. He took us

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Finding Kacie Chapter Five Before he could lambaste her for that piece of utter lunacy the phone rang. "Kincaid here" "Kellen, its Noah Clayton. I am on my way back to Wisconsin with Amanda Worthington and what are you doing in my daughter's room?" Kellen's smile lit the room. "Congratulations, Sir! Let me get KC for you,” he replied, patently avoiding the other question. Without saying why, he handed KC the phone. "Clayton, here," she said "Clayton here, as well, Little Bit. I have great news. I have Amanda Worthington here with me. She's traumatized but will be ok. That was great work you did,” he said, his pride obvious in his voice. "Work that I did?" she argued. "You found her. You rescued her. You captured the scum that took her, I hope. I did nothing except fail to complete my first real assignment." The shame was clearly obvious in her voice. Kellen just shook his head at the idiocy of her reasoning. "Kathryn Clare Clayton, stop it this instant! The FBI is a team effort. If you hadn't gotten the trust of the Barton girl, we would not have gotten the information we needed to find Amanda. Because of her trust in you, she allowed herself to be hypnotized. Not only that, Kincaid tells me you remembered more from Rachel's kidnapping. You should be shouting for joy.” He paused then continued. “I need to go now but I will see you around 8:00 for supper on the bureau. We've earned it." Noah heard the line go dead and sighed realizing he once again he hadn't gotten through. KC hung up without as much as a goodbye. She was happy that Amanda had been found safe but couldn't help but feel that she herself had failed as an agent. Kellen was having none of it. He grasped her hand and dragged her first to his bathroom where he retrieved his mahogany-backed hairbrush. Then he pulled her to his bed where he sat crosswise and pulled her across his lap. "What the hell do you think you are doing, Kincaid? Let me up!" KC said, fighting for all she was worth. "Good, there is a little fight left in you,” Kellen said while easily subduing the thrashing girl. "I think its time we found Kacie Clayton and brought her back to life," he said hoping he could just that. "First of all you feel guilty because you coerced Rachel into leaving the house." His large hand rose and fell twelve times on the fullness of each cheek of her panty-clad bottom. "For that you are forgiven."

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Finding Kacie Kacie, sweetheart, I needed to meet with someone. I'll be back soon to put Arnica on your bottom and see if you are up to supper with your Dad. Love, Kel Kellen quietly left the room and went to the main desk of the lobby. He wrote a message and gave it to the front desk clerk. There was someone he needed to talk with. *** Kellen took a cab back to the Madison field office. He wanted to talk to Noah Clayton before they went out to dinner. And, if truth be told, he wanted to see for himself that Amanda Worthington was unharmed. Everyone at the Madison field office was on an adrenaline rush. Success did that. The first person Kellen congratulated was Agent Judith Collins. "The Barton girl really came through for us, Agent Kincaid. Not only did we get Amanda Worthington back, but the Minneapolis field office was able to bring down a big child prostitution ring,” Collins said her satisfaction evident. "Yeah, and we didn't even have to beat it out of her,” Kellen joked causing Collins to chuckle. "Yes, poor Monroe will just have to cope,” she said with a dramatic sigh. Fifteen minutes later Kellen, chauffeured by the faithful Milt Watson, arrived back at Madison Memorial. The sight that greeted his eyes went straight to his heart. There, hale and hearty was Amanda Worthington surrounded by her parents, a tearful Jeralyn Barton and her parents, Dr. Lauren Scott, and last but not least Noah Clayton. "Kincaid," Noah Clayton said, walking up to Kellen and extending a strong hand. "Clayton," Kellen responded noting the strong resemblance between the elder Clayton and his daughter. "Good work this afternoon. It is positive outcomes like this that make the job worth doing." "Amen to that,” Noah said pulling Kellen out the door and into the hallway. "So, where is my kid? I can't believe she'd miss this moment willingly," Noah said with that famous Clayton mischief dancing in his eyes. "She doesn't know I'm here. She was finally in a deep sleep when I left. It's the first she has had in days. Let's grab a cup of

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Finding Kacie have clue how right they were," his face went back in his hands. Kellen could feel the guilt radiating from him. "Noah, you had no idea. Quit beating yourself up,” Kellen said. "But I'm a trained agent. I am supposed to figure these things ..." "You are also human, and a father of an almost- kidnapped child." "I need to go," said Noah's suddenly agitated. He stood up and started to leave only to have his arm firmly grasped by Kellen Kincaid. "And do what, Noah? Find Brother Paul? Kill him?” Kellen asked looking Noah's straight in the eyes. "Maybe, after I've beaten the location of Rachel Cunningham's body out of him. Then maybe I'll cut off a digit or an appendage for each year of childhood that bastard has stolen from my daughter." Suddenly there were tears in Noah's Clayton's eyes. "That is not the answer, my friend, and you know it," Kellen said compassionately. "Of course I want to find Christianson and we will but what we really need to concentrate on is finding Kacie." Noah raised his head and looked at Kellen questioningly. "We need to find that twelve-year-old girl that was lost when her friend was kidnapped. Only when that child is found and allowed to grow-up and blend with the adult Kacie has forced herself to become, will your daughter be whole. And I have a hunch that the whole Kacie will be pretty damn amazing," Kellen said with a gentle smile. "You really do love her, don't you?" Noah's asked clearly astounded. "Yes, Sir, I do; and I'm going to do everything in my power to help her heal, but I need your help. Tell me about Kacie before the abduction of Rachel Cunningham. What was she like? How did she change?" "Are you sure you have time? She is expecting us to take her to dinner, right?" Noah asked as his stomach growled loudly. "I think we will have to settle for pizza and beer at the hotel, Noah. Kacie isn't exactly in any shape to sit down for a meal,” Kellen said tentatively. "And why not?" Noah's questioned, his eyes honing in sharply on the younger agent. "Noah," Kellen said spreading his hands in a placating gesture, "she was up to the top of her beautiful head with grief. She felt totally responsible for daring Rachel to leave the house that night. She felt guilty for lying to Mr. Andrews, the storeowner. She was berating herself for not being able to free Rachel from a grown man twice her size. She has been wallowing in guilt for fourteen years because she couldn't remember the abductor's

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Finding Kacie junior agent. She worked 24/7. We had to coerce her to become involved in any extra curricular activities. She excelled in school but all the courses she took somehow related to finding Rachel. We put our feet down when she wanted to drop out of band and choir to take more science and computer courses. She had already met the college honor requirements.” He paused again, then continued, remembering. “She participated in sports, but only those that strengthened her, cross country, swimming, track, and martial arts. She was adamant about her martial arts training. She also took every self-defense class she could find." Noah finally stopped his monologue and looked at Kel for a response. "It sounds to me that as long as Rachel was missing, Kacie felt she didn't deserve a personal life. She didn't deserve anything beautiful for herself or any activity that might give her joy," Kellen said. Noah nodded sadly then looked at his watch. "Well, it's 7:30. We had better head back to the hotel." "You go ahead, Noah. I'll call Zany Zekes and have them deliver a couple of large pizzas and a six-pack of beer. Then I have one more stop to make,” he said mysteriously. "Oh and Noah? You might want to throw your hat through the door first. You never know what might come flying at your head when she wakes up to a throbbing bottom." Both men laughed and went about their business.

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Kate Bullis Chapter Six After leaving Noah in the hospital parking lot, Kellen had Milt Watson drive him to a ladies clothing store his sister-in-law, Sarahh, had told him about. It was time for Kacie Clayton to come out of hiding. Kellen was greeted as he walked though the doorway of Langar's Ladies Wear by a clerk named Debra Johnston. With her enthusiastic help, Kellen quickly purchased four business suits appropriate for work at the Bureau but in colors that flattered Kacie's ivory complexion. Next, he chose blouses, two for each suit. One brightly colored and one more subdued. Then it was time for some more feminine items. A sexy hot pink mini dress and a beautiful red cocktail dress caught his eye. Oh and shoes, a well-dressed woman must have shoes. He bought her a sensible but stylish pair of black loafers, then two pairs of shoes to go with her new dresses. With Mrs. Johnston’s enthusiastic help, he purchased lingerie of all types, bras, camisoles, and panties. All were lace, silk, or satin and were ultra-feminine and sexy. Last but not least, came the jewelry; a couple of tasteful necklaces and matching earrings. The most special item was the Celtic bracelet. Debra Johnston looked at the very extravagant purchase and said, "Some lucky young woman is going to be very happy this evening." "I just hope she agrees with you Ma'am. She can be a bit independent and prickly,” Kellen replied as visions of flying staplers danced in his head. *** Kacie awoke feeling more refreshed than she had in days. She was surprised to find herself sleeping on her stomach as she usually slept on her left side. A feeling of cold dampness on her bottom brought reality crashing in upon her. Kellen Kincaid had spanked her again! Twice in one day! The first one had stung but had been more embarrassing then anything; but the second one had hurt unbelievably, even more than the two strappings her Dad had given her growing up. More disturbing than the physical pain, were the feelings that had poured out of her. That damn hard hairbrush had broken through all of the walls Kacie had so carefully erected around her heart the day Rachel was kidnapped. Feelings of guilt and inadequacy suppressed for fourteen years had overwhelmed her and she had sobbed for the first time since Rachel's abduction.

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Finding Kacie Through it all Kellen had held her and told her she was forgiven and she had believed him. But him, how did she feel about him? She had set eyes on him for the first time at 8:00 that morning. In those short twelve hours, he had insulted her, infuriated her, spanked her twice, defended her, comforted her, and proclaimed his love for her. How did she feel about him? He made her feel like she was ... enough. With Kellen she felt pretty enough, smart enough, competent enough. Did she love him? It was too soon to tell but at least she didn't hate him she thought with a smile. For now, that was enough. Kacie was jarred from her musings by a sharp rap on the door. She looked through the peephole and her whole demeanor lit up. She hurriedly unbolted the deadbolt, opened the door, and threw herself into the startled arms of her father. "Daddy!" She cried out putting a near chokehold on Noah while smothering him with kisses. Margaret and Harvey Hatcher were walking down the hall at the exact moment of Kacie's exclamation. Harvey's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he looked at the scantily clad young woman hugging the older gentleman. "Daddy?" Margaret scoffed "Sugar Daddy is more like it. I thought this was a respectable hotel, Harvey. Harvey! Turn your head around before you break your neck, honestly!" "Princess," Noah said chuckling, "I think we should take our reunion inside your room before you cause some poor soul to have a coronary and since when does my daughter wear lingerie like that?" "Dad, I'm a grown woman and an FBI agent. I think I'm old enough to choose my own underwear," Kacie said shaking her head and leading her father back into Kellen's room. "So where are we going for supper?" Kacie asked. "Kellen thought you might be more ... comfortable ... eating in," Noah said giving his daughter a questioning look. Kacie immediately blushed and rubbed her bottom. Noah's eyes automatically followed her hands. "Kathryn, please go put on some clothes. I may be your father but I'm still a man." Noah added pointedly. Kacie hurried through the broken door to her own room blushing furiously. She came back wearing a pair of jeans and Tshirt. Noah looked curiously at the broken door and gestured. "Oh that. I had another nightmare and Kellen thought I was being attacked so he broke the door down. We almost shot each other," Kacie added biting her lower lip. Noah just barked with laughter. "I bet that was a sight to see, 'The Conquering Hero and the Avenging Angel'. Then with one of

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Kate Bullis "Leave me out of this, Precious." Noah said with a grin. Kellen stood her up and held her firmly at arms length, "First food, and then presents." "They are for me,” Kacie exclaimed with the joy of a child experiencing her first Christmas or that of a young woman who had given up on them fourteen years earlier. Quickly she ran to the table to scoff a slice of pizza but as she got there, the aroma of Italian sausage, green olives and mushrooms assailed her. "Mine," she squealed as she absconded with the entire box and jumped on the first bed completely forgetting her bruised bottom until it connected with the extra-firm mattress. "Yikes," she squeaked. Both men chuckled. "Heartless beasts!" Kacie muttered taking a huge bite of pizza. Kellen arched an eyebrow as he claimed the Canadian bacon and pineapple for his own. "What was that, Agent Brat?" he queried. "Too much yeast," Kacie lied, smooth as butter, her mouth overflowing with extra cheese. Noah laughed at their antics as he took a bite off his 'Butcher's Bounty' pizza piled high with five varieties of meat. Kacie had eaten two large slices of pizza while gazing longingly at the bed full of presents. Finally Kellen said, "One more slice and its present time." Both men gaped in astonishment as Kacie shoved an entire slice of pizza into her mouth and practically swallowed it whole. "Hands!" the men shouted simultaneously as Kacie reached for the first package. "Hmph," Kacie grunted as she stomped toward the bathroom. "Good grief! You would think we had never celebrated a birthday or a Christmas the way she's acting,” Noah said, disgruntled. "In a way Sir, she hasn’t had a birthday or Christmas since she was twelve years old. At least, she hasn't allowed herself to celebrate them," Kellen responded. Noah nodded thoughtfully remembering the haunted young face that had been hers for far too many years. Kacie strode purposely out of the bathroom and too the second bed. The men looked in surprise as she turned to face them a package in one delicate hand and her Glock in the other pointed directly at Kellen Kincaid's heart, "Just try stopping me again." She said haughtily. Noah laughed but Kellen's face turned to stone. He effortlessly kicked the gun from her hand numbing her entire right arm then sat down on the first bed and jerked Kacie across his

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Finding Kacie knee. *WHACK* “Don’t” *WHACK* “you” *WHACK* *WHACK* “ever intentionally” *WHACK* “point” *WHACK* “a weapon” *WHACK* *WHACK* “at me” *WHACK* “again!” *WHACK*WHACK* WHACK*! Roughly, he stood the crying young woman on her feet, gave her a brief hug, and thrust the package back into her hand. “Here open them." Kacie, suddenly unsure of herself, looked through tear-filled eyes at her father who winked reassuringly and nodded. She opened the box to reveal the navy blue raw silk suit. "It's beautiful; but I always try to play down my looks at the bureau." "No shit, Sherlock,” Kellen snorted derisively. “Time to come out of hiding, Kacie, unless you don't think you can handle the likes of Keith Richards,” Kellen said. "Of course I can,” she huffed. "Prove it! Wear that suit tomorrow morning. I dare you," Kellen said bringing his nose right to hers. "All right I will but don't you think it's a bit revealing like this?" she asked impishly holding the blazer up without a blouse. "No, because you will wear it over this," he said handing her another package. This one revealed a Kely green blouse. Quickly she ran to the bathroom to try it on. It fit perfectly. She couldn't believe it, she looked stylish yet professional. She wondered what everyone at headquarters would think of this new Kacie. When she returned to model her new outfit, Kellen handed her the package containing the black loafers. For the next hour, Kacie opened packages and modeled clothes for the men. Her Father almost shot Kellen himself when Kacie modeled the bright pink, strapless, Lycra mini-dress in the four inch clear spike heals. It was only the look of pure unadulterated joy on his daughter's face as Kellen clasped the diamond teardrop pendant around her neck that kept Noah's trigger finger still. Kellen saved the Celtic bracelet for last. "It's beautiful,” Kelsey said in hushed tones. “Never take it off,” Kellen said looking into the fathomless depths of her blue-gray eyes. “Well, we better get some shut-eye. We all have early flights in the morning,” Noah proclaimed breaking the spell. “What about my appointment with Dr. Scott?” Kacie asked secretly pleased at having a reason not to explore the kidnapping further. “It will have to wait until a later date. Dennis Jones wants both of you back early tomorrow,” Noah informed him.

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Kate Bullis “By the way Kellen, the bureau in a budget cutting effort has us rooming together tonight. Goodnight, Precious,” Noah said pointedly, helping his daughter take her new belongings to the next room, then efficiently he secured the extra blanket over the broken door. Kellen looked toward Kacie’s room with unrequited lust in his eyes, and then with a deep sigh he headed to the bathroom for a quick, cold shower.

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Chapter Seven Kellen awakened at his usual 5:30 a.m. well rested and energized only to find Noah Clayton awake, showered and sipping a cup of hot Italian roast coffee. At 61 years of age, Noah still dressed in his signature faded Levis and navy blue T-shirt. "Good morning," Kellen greeted the older agent.“Is Kacie up yet?" "No she isn't and that is unusual," Noah remarked rising from his chair at the table and peeking though the make-shift connecting door. "She is still out like a light. She must be physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted." "Our flight back to Dulles doesn't leave until 9:00, so I will let her sleep a couple more hours. She will feel much better if I let her sleep until 7:30,” Kellen said. "Won't that be rushing her a bit, Kincaid?" Noah asked. "Yes Sir, it will," Kellen said nodding, "I figure it will give her less opportunity to argue with my wardrobe choices," he added with a conspiratorial wink. Noah hooted with laughter. Young Kincaid was coming to know his daughter very well, very quickly. "While you are in the shower, Kellen, I will call Nathan Whitmore and get him up to speed with the latest developments on the Rachel Cunningham kidnapping. I know he will want to be in on it.” “You and Kacie plan on having dinner at my house tonight. I will make sure my son Jeffrey and his wife Lily are there. We can pick his brain about the Paul Christianson connection." After a ten minute shower, Kellen reappeared dressed in his navy blue, light-weight wool trousers, and a crisply pressed white shirt. He laid his matching navy jacket and silk tie on the bed. Once his black leather carry-on bag was packed, he sat in a maroon chintz striped chair and began working on his laptop. Noah already had his on the mahogany table and was busy typing away. The men had been working nearly an hour when Noah Clayton asked out of the blue. "Do you think Kacie will be able to sit today?" There was not a trace of the usual Clayton humor in his voice. Kellen was taken aback by what appeared to be genuine fatherly concern so he answered in kind. "Not comfortably. I have two ice packs in the freezer over there. I will have the flight attendants keep one for me in the galley and I will slip the other one in an airplane pillow."

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Kate Bullis "Good plan," Noah said. Then after a few thoughtful minutes he added, "Kellen, she is a trained FBI agent. You cannot spank her every time her life is in danger." Kellen glanced up from his work and looked Noah Clayton in the eyes saying earnestly, "Noah, I would never spank Kacie for doing her job. Nor would I ever intentionally humiliate her in any way. But you can bet your boots and save your socks for Sunday, the first time she unnecessarily risks her life or anyone else's by hot-dogging or withholding pertinent information, her bottom will be having a serious discussion with my hairbrush." "My daughter hotdog?" Noah asked with a bark of laughter. Then with another of his quicksilver mood changes he extended his hand and said, "Fair enough.” At 7:23, Noah and Kellen were jarred from their computer work by an outraged squeal emanating from the room next door. Kacie stormed through the connecting curtain leaving it lay on the floor in her furious wake. She was attired in only a white sleepshirt that read "FBI" in large, bold, black letters on the front and on the back said "Criticize THIS!" with an arrow pointing toward her bottom. "Not a chance!" thought Kellen Kincaid to himself appreciatively. "It is 7:25," Kacie shouted, "We leave at 9:00. Are you two out of your ever-loving minds? There is no way I can be ready in that amount of time. And furthermore what makes you think..." Kellen strode to the irate woman, took her by the shoulders, and silenced her with a quick firm kiss. "Just settle down," he said firmly to the stunned agent. "Your clothes are laid out on the bed. The cab will be here in twenty minutes. Go take a quick shower. Your Dad will pack your carryon and I'll braid your hair in the cab. We'll be just fine. Now scoot." Kellen chuckled as Kacie jumped forward anticipating the swat that never came. "Fast learner," he murmured to himself. Exactly fifteen minutes later, the three agents climbed into the waiting taxi. Kacie grimaced expecting her rainbow-colored bottom to make painful contact with the cracked vinyl seats of the shabby cab. Instead, her bottom encountered the unexpected softness of Kellen Kincaid's folded suit jacket. "Thank you," she whispered for his ears alone as a telling blush stained her cheeks. Kellen merely smiled and gave her soft hand a gentle squeeze. "Did you find the special moisturizer I left for you?" Kellen asked glancing meaningfully at the driver. "Yes I did, thank you." Kacie responded, "I have never encountered that variety before," she replied carefully aware of the

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Finding Kacie taxi driver's curiosity. "My youngest sister swears by it," Kellen said with carefully concealed humor. Noah Clayton found the whole exchange hilarious but kept his mirth at bay albeit with difficulty. *** At the Dane County Regional Airport, Kellen and Kacie said a brief goodbye to Noah Clayton who was scheduled on a later flight to Baltimore. Kacie and Kellen would be flying into Regan International. The bureau hesitated to put their top agents on the same plane since 9-11. Kacie and Kellen showed their badges and weapon permits to the security guard and were quickly escorted to their plane where they were the first to board. Just like the flight out, Kellen insisted Kacie take the window seat. Instead of arguing, Kacie decided to use the aft lavatory before the plane was full. Kellen waited until the door of the lavatory closed and then he surrepticiously placed the pillow with the ice pack on Kacie’s seat. Kellen immediately recognized and greeted Air Marshal Stuart Benson as he boarded the aircraft. Kellen would have introduced him to Kacie had she not been using the restroom. Little did he realize what a fiasco this small oversight would cause during the ensuing flight. Kacie returned from the lavatory and grudgingly sat in the window seat. She bestowed upon Kellen a look of genuine gratitude as her beleaguered bottom encountered the ice pack hidden inside the airline pillow. The coolness of the ice pack and the softness of the pillow went along way toward easing the intense discomfort in her backside. But help though it did, Kacie could not stand to sit more than fifteen to twenty minutes at a time. By the time Kacie rose for her fourth trip to the aft lavatory, Kellen could no longer remain silent. "Too many liquids this morning, Agent Clayton?" he asked with an all-knowing smirk. Kacie responded immediately and efficiently by dipping her long, shapely fingers into Kellen's water glass and splashing him in the face. "No! That would be you, Agent Kincaid," she rejoined as she scurried past him out of harm's reach. Meanwhile toward the front of the aircraft, flight attendant Irene Rogers was in serious conversation with Stuart Benson. "Stu we have a potentially serious problem on board. The passenger in seat 27B is not who he claims to be. The Captain has just received an emergency message from the control tower

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Kate Bullis saying Alberto Valdez, the man who purchased the ticket for seat 27B, was found unconscious in a men's restroom in the airline terminal. All of his identification and his boarding pass were stolen. Apparently the thief looked enough like Mr. Valdez to get past security." "Do they have any idea who the assailant is?" Benson asked. A commotion toward the back of the plane interrupted their discussion. "Eduardo, what are you doing here?" Maria Ortega cried out grabbing her two-year-old son and pulling him close. The little boy looked from the angry man to his mother, stuck his pudgy thumb into his mouth, buried his cherubic face into his mother's lap and then burst into tears. "Now see what you have done," said Maria. Then she spoke gently to her distraught child, "Hush, Niño. It will be ok." "I am not letting you take him, Maria. He is my son. He belongs to me," Ortega said vehemently reaching for the little boy. Maria Ortega put her body between her son and her exhusband. "You have no say, Eduardo. The courts terminated your rights and gave me sole custody. I can take him wherever I wish," Maria argued. Stu Benson casually walked toward the aft lavatory nodding meaningfully at Kellen Kincaid. Kellen allowed Irene Rogers to pass before standing himself. At seat 29, Stu turned around and engaged the nearest passenger in quiet conversation keeping a close eye on Irene. "Sir, you will need to come with me,” Irene Rogers said to the visibly irate man. "Not without my son," Ortega snarled. "Please Sir,” Irene Rogers implored placing a placating hand on Ortega's right arm. He threw her off with a forceful shove that sent her into the empty seat across the aisle. "Go away, Puta," Ortega hissed. Things happened very quickly after that. Kellen Kincaid grabbed Eduardo Ortega's right arm and jerked it forcefully up and behind his back causing Ortega to shriek with pain. "Stand still and be quiet or it might accidentally break,” Kellen said in a soft menacing voice. The coldly sincere tone had an immediate effect on Ortega. The very next second, Kacie who had overheard the hostile interchange, flew out of the lavatory door and cleanly brought down a shocked Stuart Benson. "Eat the carpet, scum-bag," Kacie instructed putting her right knee on the back of Benson's neck as she efficiently jerked his arms behind his back and handcuffed him. Stuart's vociferous protests were muffled by a less than spotless airplane carpet.

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Finding Kacie "Irene, are you ok?" Kellen Kincaid asked the confused flight attendant, while trying unsuccessfully to conceal the laughter in his voice. "I think so, Agent Kincaid," said the courageous flight attendant. Then she glanced at the prostrate air marshal and added tentatively, "Do you have everything under control?" "Oh we will have, Irene, just as soon as Agent Clayton takes the cuffs off of Air Marshal Benson and let's him up," Kellen said subtly emphasizing the words Air Marshal. Kacie looked up in horrified silence from Stuart Benson to Kellen Kincaid and mouthed disbelievingly "Air Marshal?” Kellen merely nodded no longer able to keep the tears of mirth from falling from his eyes onto the prisoners dark head. Kacie suddenly wished she could be sucked through an aircraft window into the atmosphere never to be seen again. "Oh my God, I am so sorry!" Kacie wailed helping the disgruntled and thoroughly embarrassed air marshal to his feet. He would never hear the end of this from his colleagues. Kacie tried to dust the air marshal off as she helped him to his feet but he brusquely pushed her hands away but said generously, "No harm done Agent. It was an honest mistake by a rookie." Then he took custody of the prisoner and returned to the forward cabin of the plane where he shackled Ortega's legs to the metal bracing beneath the seat in front of him. "Some big officer you are," jeered Ortega, "letting a skinny little girl take you down." "I'm sure I have a gag in here somewhere. Now what was that word Agent Clayton used? Oh yes, Scum-bag! If you don't want me to gag you, you'll keep your mouth shut, scum-bag." Kacie returned to her seat and huddled disconsolately on one hip looking out the window at Lake Michigan below. She tried desperately to keep the threatening tears at bay. "I am a trained FBI agent, I do not cry," she kept telling herself over and over, but she knew it was to no avail. Just as she was about to lose control Kellen said firmly, "Suck it up, Clayton. You are not the first agent to make an error in judgment and most certainly won't be the last. Truth be told, the fault is actually mine. I should have introduced you to Benson as soon as you came out of the lavatory the first time. Now put it behind you and let's get some work done,” Kellen said pulling out his laptop. Then, unable to resist his inner demon, Kellen added, "Oh and Clayton that was a damn fine take-down. Damn fine." Kacie glared at him through narrowed eyes and promptly stuck out her tongue. Then she pulled out her own laptop completely missing Kellen Kincaid's satisfied smile.

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Kate Bullis *** The austere lines of the J. Edgar Hoover building towered in stark contrast to the bright sunny June day. Kacie remembered the first time she had seen this bastion of US law enforcement. She had been four years old and enjoying the Taste of Washington with her Father when he was called in to work. There was no way he could drive her the hour back to New Windsor, Maryland so he took her with him. Kacie felt so important. She had been wearing a new pink gingham sundress with a little pink straw hat and her brand new black Mary Jane shoes. Marcia Samson had been a brand new secretary at the bureau and had been enchanted by the beautiful little girl she had cared for while Noah Clayton had been in the emergency meeting. Kacie had informed her with the supreme confidence of a precocious four-year-old, "I'm going to work here someday just like my Daddy." "I just bet you will, Sweetie," Marcia had responded treating her to a chocolate ice cream cone in the Bureau cafeteria. Marcia had been the first person to welcome Kacie, with a tearful smile and a hug, on her first day as a brand new Special Agent. Kacie showed her badge, cleared security, and entered the third elevator. Kellen was already upstairs. They had a private meeting scheduled with Dennis Jones, which would be followed immediately by a unit meeting in the conference room. Kacie could not wait to start working on Rachel's case. She knocked firmly on the door to Dennis Jones' office. "Come in, Clayton," Jones said opening the door and gesturing inside, “Kincaid has been filling me in on the details of the Amanda Worthington case. Good work, you two.” “Please have a seat, Agent Clayton, I have some bad news," Dennis Jones said solemnly. "Not my father!" Kacie asked a worried frown creasing her lovely brow. "No, not your father, please do not jump to conclusions, Agent. First though, I want you to know we have contacted the Carroll County Sheriff and the New Windsor Police department and the Rachel Cunningham investigation has been officially reopened," Jones carefully watched his young agent's reaction. "That is great news, Sir. I can drive up there first thing in the morning and ..." Dennis Jones held up a silencing hand. "Not so fast, Clayton, this case belongs to the Baltimore field

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Finding Kacie office. You have assignments here to pursue." "But Sir, I have the knowledge, the expertise. I have to work on this case, Sir,” Kacie pleaded. "No Clayton, you do not. You are too close for one thing. Any work you do on this case will be on your own time in addition to your assignments here and that is my final word on it," Jones said in a look that usually brooked no argument but this was Noah Clayton's daughter. Angry color suffused Kacie's cheeks. Kacie stood up and placed her hands on Jones's desk. It was all she could do not to stomp her foot in frustration. Kellen had grown up with three younger sisters and recognized clearly the signs of a full-fledged tantrum and moved quickly to nip it in the bud. He placed his hands on Kacie's shoulders and "helped" her to sit down saying as he did so, "Sir, you said you had news for us?" "Yes, Kincaid, I do. Martha Hanratty was shot last night and is in ICU at Bethesda Naval Hospital.” Kacie gasped in disbelief then asked with sincere concern, "Will she recover, Sir?" "She is expected to, Clayton, but her recovery will take a while. This incident will also provide Martha's husband Henry more opportunity to push for an early retirement," Dennis Jones said. "That would be an enormous loss to the Bureau, Sir" Kellen said, then asked cautiously, "How is Richards taking it?" Jones sighed deeply. "He's beating himself up of course; but fortunately this time he did everything by the book. Martha was hit by a ricochet. There is no way he could have prevented that." "Wasn't she wearing her Kevlar, Sir?" Kacie asked referring to the high tech bulletproof vests worn by the agents in dangerous situations. "Indeed she was. Unfortunately, she raised her left arm to signal the rest of her team when the bullet was fired. It was intended for Richard's but went wide, hit a rock, ricocheted, and entered agent Hanratty's body through the left armpit. From there it grazed her aorta and entered her left lung. She was in surgery for seven hours which is a long time for a woman of her age to be under anesthesia. She is now in critical but stable condition at Bethesda," Dennis Jones finished. "Did they get the shooter, Sir?” Kellen inquired. "Yes they did, Kincaid. Keith's shot was right on the money. At least he has the satisfaction of taking out Martha's assailant." Kellen merely nodded. Kacie and Kellen spent the next twenty minutes filling Dennis Jones in on the Wisconsin operation. The three agents enjoyed a

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Kate Bullis quiet moment of satisfaction before leaving for the Unit meeting. "You two go ahead, I have some files to find," Dennis said giving Kacie an all-over glance, "And Clayton, the new look becomes you both as a person and a professional. See that you keep it." The comment was said mildly but it was an order nonethe-less. "Yes, Sir, thank you Sir," her embarrassment pushing her past Kincaid and quickly out the door.

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Chapter Eight Kellen headed directly to the conference room while Kacie made a pit-stop in the ladies restroom. There she carefully tidied her appearance and braced herself for the reaction of her fellow agents. The first person she encountered upon exiting the restroom was none other than Keith Richards who had stopped at the water fountain for a drink. "I am truly sorry about Martha, Agent Richards," Kacie offered sincerely. "Thanks, Clayton," Richards said absently, glancing briefly at Kacie. He did an almost comical double take. "Clayton?" the astonished man asked disbelievingly. "Did you have plastic surgery while under hypnosis?" he asked with total lack of couth. Then to Kacie's shocked horror, he tried to kiss her. "Not in this lifetime, Richards," Kacie said, easily dodging his clumsy advance while kneeing him in the groin. As he doubled over in agony, she delivered a hard karate chop to the back of his neck sending him face down on the ugly gray linoleum. Kacie agilely stepped over the prostrate agent and walked into the conference room. The first thing she encountered was Kellen Kincaid's arched brow. She merely shrugged her shoulders and carefully sat down grimacing as her still tender bottom made contact with her chair. A few moments later, a perplexed Dennis Jones walked into the conference room and inquired of the six agents assembled. "Would anyone care to explain why Keith Richard's is curled up in fetal position on the floor in the hallway?" "Water fountain," Kellen and Kacie said simultaneously. "Terrible height for a guy," Artie Hamlin said conspiratorially. "Yeah, you've seen Broadcast News, boss," Joe Kowalski added. "Right," Jones replied snorting contemptuously. When his agents decided to band together, he knew it was best to give up. The efforts of his fellow agents to cover his behind were not lost upon Keith Richards who smiled gratefully at Kacie and the others. "All right, everyone, listen up. We have a new monster to catch. Interpol has sent us a dossier on a psychopath, who is targeting up-and-coming runway models. So far, he has killed one each in Milan, Amsterdam, Paris, Madrid, and now here in New York. All of the dead models were discovered by and are in the employ of the Sydney Croft Modeling Agency. Needless to say,

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"No! No way! NOT going to happen,” Kacie railed at Kellen Kincaid, as she fumbled with the keys to her apartment. Finally finding the right key, she opened the door and stomped in, Kellen Kincaid right on her footsteps. "Sweetheart, you are the only one remotely capable of pulling this undercover assignment off," Kellen cajoled. "Don't you 'Sweetheart' me Kellen Kincaid," Kacie replied vehemently, turning to stand toe to toe with Kellen. "I am not going to do it and that is final!" "You will do it if Dennis Jones says you will do it," Kellen responded, "This is a plum assignment for a rookie. I would think you'd jump at the chance. Now unless you want another spanking, you'll head you little fanny into your bedroom and change for dinner at your parents’ house." Kacie stuck out her tongue then whirled to flounce off to her bedroom. "Keep it up, Agent Brat. Keep it up," Kellen said quietly, as he settled himself on Kacie's sofa and picked up the Washington Post from the coffee table. Kacie stomped to her roomy walk-in closet and grabbed the first outfit she saw. The one she chose happened to be one her brother, Jeff, and her sister-in-law, Lily, had given her that spring

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Finding Kacie large feather in the cap of a brand new Agent to bring this monster down. Success would guarantee her more highly sought after assignments. He had no right to run roughshod over her that way and she would make sure he knew it if it meant her shoulder would freeze off in the process. Kellen ignored Kacie's pout in favor of the beautiful Maryland scenery. The gently undulating slopes of the rolling green Maryland hills put Kellen in mind of another pair of softly rounded slopes. His mind drifted to the day before as he recalled the feel of the firm alabaster globes beneath his broad palm. A silly smile crossed his full mouth. "What?" Kacie asked with curiosity. "Nothing," Kellen said shaking his handsome dark head, the smile remaining firmly in place. "Come on, Kincaid,” Kacie prodded. "Something has certainly tickled your fancy. Now spill," she said sounding just like her father. "All right, but just remember you asked,” Kellen said knowing before he said it he would come to regret this. ” I was just thinking how those gently rounded hills put me in mind of your gently rounded bottom as it lay poised over my lap." "What!?" Kacie shrieked, jerking the steering wheel suddenly to the left. The sound of a horn blaring broke into the fray. Kellen grabbed the steering wheel and jerked hard to the right causing the Trail Blazer to barely miss the on-coming Coca Cola semi. Unfortunately, two pairs of hands wrestling for control of the wheel was more than the Trail Blazer could handle and it careened down the ditch, through a white board fence until it came to a jarring stop in the middle of a horse pasture. Stunned mares and their foals bolted hurriedly out of the way of the metal interloper and galloped toward the stables in the distance. The two shaking FBI Agents sat in shocked silence for a few moments while their breathing returned to normal. Finally, Kellen asked, "Sweetheart? Are you ok?" "Sweetheart? Sweetheart? I can't believe you compared my butt to a hillside!" she screeched. "Yeah, and I can't believe you almost got us hit by an oncoming semi. Out of the truck, Clayton," Kellen commanded, all compassion vanquished by her shrewish disregard for his concern. "It's not a truck, it's an SUV, and in case you hadn't noticed, Kincaid, it happens to be registered to me. I'm driving."

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Kate Bullis "Not anymore you’re not. Kacie, you have until the count of three to get out of that seat and move to the passenger side. One!" "Big, bossy, brute," Kacie muttered. "Two!" Kellen continued opening the driver's door. "I'm going already, beast," she groused sliding across to the passenger's seat. She was taking no further risks with her bottom. "Wise decision, Brat. Now let's see if we can get out of here," Kellen said putting the Trail Blazer into drive and easing it across the pasture to the gate by the red brick house. Kacie's "hillocks" felt every bump of the way but she wisely kept her complaints to herself. To say the stable owner was none-too-happy was a gross understatement but when Kellen showed him their badges and handed him five new crisp $100.00 bills, he allowed them to leave without further argument. Kacie remained uncharacteristically quiet the next several miles. "Are you sure you are ok, Kacie?" Kellen asked sincerely. "Yes, just a little shaken up. You?" she inquired. "I’m fine. We are lucky the SUV is high enough that the airbags didn't fire. And there doesn't appear to be too much damage either." "Yes, I certainly would not have wanted to explain this fiasco to my dad," Kacie said with chagrin. Kellen was about to comment that he thought Noah would find it amusing but thought better of it as he saw tears swimming in her eyes. Instead he thought it best to bring up an entirely new subject. Striving to find a safe topic to discuss he asked, "Do you ride, Kacie?" "Yes, that's how Rachel and I first met." "Damn," thought Kellen. Count on him to bring up the one topic sure to upset her even further. "We both started taking lessons at the age of four. Riding came naturally for me, but Rachel had to really work at it. But you know what, she never gave up. That was the thing about Rachel. Not only was she cute and sweet, but she was so determined. Once she decided to do something, she persevered no matter what. That's why I know she ..." Kacie's voice suddenly trailed off. "She what, Sweetheart?" Kellen asked gently. Kacie took a deep ragged breath and continued, "That's how I know she fought Brother Paul for all she was worth. She would have never given up." The unbidden tears broke free and coursed in little rivulets down her cheeks. "We will find her, Kacie. I promise you, we will find her." A half an hour of silence passed before Kellen turned into the

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Finding Kacie long tree-lined drive of the Clayton hobby farm. In addition to Noah's red Dodge Ram truck, there was a smart red minivan. Red seemed to be the Clayton color of choice. Kellen glanced at Kacie surreptitiously rubbing her bottom and chuckled at the irony. Kacie and Kellen exited the Trail Blazer, starting toward the two-story brick colonial when the door flew open and a short cushy bundle of energy in the form of Mary Catherine Clayton hurled herself into her daughter's waiting arms. "Kacie, it is so good to see you and you look fantastic, of course you always do when you take care with your appearance instead of dressing the way you usually do for work at the bureau." "Hi, Mom, I've really missed you," Kacie responded hugging her mother tightly. Kellen was amazed. He had never heard anyone get out that many words in a single breath. Then the curly-haired woman with the soft brown eyes and Kacie's smile greeted him. "You must be Agent Kincaid. My husband speaks so very highly of you as does our friend, Nathan. And aren't you just the handsome one. Noah says you are single too," She finished without the least bit of subtlety. "Mother!" Kacie cried, mortified to her toes. "Did he also tell you I'm in love with your daughter, Mrs. Clayton?" Kellen said not missing a beat as he tucked Mary Cate's arm through his and escorted her passed a bemused Noah Clayton and on toward the house. Kacie was about to lay into her father when the door opened again and two delightful cherubs aged three and half and eighteen months and came running up to her exuberantly. "Auntie Kacie, Auntie Kacie!" The little boy and girl shouted flinging themselves around her legs. "Hey you two, be careful you don't cause your Aunt Kathryn to fall," their beautiful, golden-blonde haired mother admonished. "They miss you so much, Kacie. I love what you have done with that outfit,” Lily Clayton said taking in her sister-in-law's appearance with a glance. "Aunt Kacie, I can ride a two wheeler. Wanna see?" the little boy asked. "After supper, Jeremy,” his mother said firmly, "Grandma has been working all day on this dinner." "Me up!" the little girl said holding her hands up high to her Aunt. Kacie with a practiced ease picked up the little angel and settled her on her right hip. "How are the babies, Lily?" Kacie asked still amazed her slender sister-in-law had borne her brother twins just fifteen months after Jaime Lynn. "They are sleeping at the moment, thankfully. Perhaps I will

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Chapter Nine The delicious odors emanating from the Clayton kitchen caused Kellen's stomach to growl loudly. He and Kacie had skipped lunch in order to be on time for the meeting with Dennis Jones. Kellen sat down to a beautifully set table of Southern fried chicken, mashed potatoes with mouth watering gravy, green beans fresh from the garden and cooked just past the crunchy stage, and sliced ripe tomatoes. The 'piece de resistance' would be eaten later, home made strawberry shortcake. Not the sponge stuff that most supermarkets sell today but original honest to goodness shortcake with fresh homegrown strawberries and real whipped cream. It all tasted so good that Kellen wanted to cry. Memories of home in Minnesota assailed him. It had been six long months since he had seen his family. "Agent Kincaid," Mary Cate Clatyon asked sweetly, "do you have siblings?" "Yes, ma'am, I am the eldest of six. My sister, Keira is thirty with an opera performance degree from the Cincinnati Conservatory. She is married to a Cincinnati police officer. They have three children.” “The twins, Keely and Kevin come next. They are twentyeight. Keely has a degree in ballet performance and American Sign Language. She is currently an interpreter for the local school system in Edina, Minnesota. She and her pediatrician husband have four children including a set of twin boys.” He paused a moment, then continued. “Kevin is a firefighter and a paramedic in New Hope. His wife, Sarahh, is a novelist who works from home. They have three children including twin girls that he delivered on the kitchen floor during a blizzard last February. My parents had a seven year gap before the last two children arrived. Keenan is nineteen and just finished his freshman year at the U of M. He is going be a pathologist and hopes to eventually become a medical examiner. He is dating a future investigative reporter named Andi.” “Last but certainly not least is Kateri. She is sixteen and just graduated from high school having put two years of post secondary options into nine months. She is too smart for her own good and intends to become a forensic science specialist, in other words a CSI.” "My goodness,” MC said, "that is quite a bunch of siblings.. You must have kept your parents hopping."

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Finding Kacie "Actually they handled it all amazingly well. My mother, Colleen, was a concert cellist and then started raising and training dogs when Keenan came along.” “My father, Dan, has a civil engineering degree from MIT then decided building bridges and skyscrapers was not what he wanted to do with his life. He came back to Minnesota, earned his teaching degree in language arts and theatre, and has been teaching for thirty-two years." "You miss them," Kacie said as a fact not a question. "Yes, it has been six months since I have seen any of them. I've never gone without a visit home for that long. I usually get home every couple of months but I had a very hot assignment in April and completely missed Easter this year." "It sounds to me like you work too hard, just like Kacie,” Lily Clayton said. "And you are the oldest but not married? It's obvious you love children," Mary Cate said. Noah just shook his head and gave Kellen Kincaid the "she's hopeless" look. "Well, ma'am I have extremely discriminating tastes where woman are concerned. Until yesterday, I had not found anyone who came close to what I was looking for,” Kellen said totally at ease. Kacie longed to dive across the table and shove a spoonful of potatoes in her well-meaning but interfering Mother's mouth. Fortunately, her Uncle Nate came to the rescue. "So, Kellen, I hear you have met Marti,” Nathan Whitmore said between bites of his chicken thigh. "Yes, Sir, I have. That's quite an amazing crime fighting instrument. Are you sure Agent Brat here is ready for such a sophisticated machine?" he asked with a grin at Kacie. "Don't mind him, Uncle Nate. He is merely jealous. He has been drooling over Marti since we met. It is quite pathetic really, computer envy." Kacie said drolly. "Agent Brat,” Jeff Clayton chortled. "I like that almost better than FBI Twerp." "Keep it up, Jeffymeffy," Kacie retorted calling on her brother's hated teenage nickname. "All right children. That is quite enough," Noah Clayton said trying unsuccessfully to keep the laughter out of his voice. "Now if everyone has finished, eating the four of us had better get to work," Noah said evenly. "Jeffrey we would like you to join us please." "Can I come too, Grandpa?" little Jeremy asked eagerly. "Not this time, champ," Noah said ruffling his precious Grandson's hair. "Why me, Dad?" Jeff Clayton asked.

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Kate Bullis "You will find out in the study, Jeffrey,” Noah responded. This must be serious, the younger Clayton thought, "he never calls me Jeffrey. The four agents and Jeffrey Clayton headed off to Noah's study as Mary Cate and Lily washed the dishes. Curiosity was eating the two women alive. "Whatever could they want with Jeffrey?” Mary Cate asked her daughter-in-law. "I don't know Mom, but I am almost certain it has something to do with the case Noah and Kacie were working on in Wisconsin,” Lily replied. Before Mary Cate could reply, the women were interrupted by the wails of two hungry babies coming from the upstairs guest bedroom. The two women hastily finished the dishes they were holding and went upstairs to tend the crying twins. Along the way, they scooped up the other two children. Lily breast fed the twins. Little Jaime still thought she should have a turn so it was Mary Cate's job to entertain the little blonde cherub and her older brother. Noah Clayton's study was a welcoming mixture of warm leather and clutter. Every surface except the computer desk was piled high with files and papers. The computer desk was clear. Nathan had obviously been working. "All right, Dad, I've been as patient as I am going to be. What is this about?" Jeff Clayton asked totally perplexed. "Why doesn't everyone sit down,” Nathan Whitmore suggested from his motorized wheelchair. Nathan had been paralyzed from the waist down from a gunshot wound fifteen years before. Noah, too restless to sit, leaned against the front of his desk. Jeff took the big, overstuffed leather chair to the right of the desk. Kellen and Kacie sat on the matching leather sofa after moving an afghan, pillow, and a pile of files. Kacie raised a questioning eyebrow as she looked at the bedding. "I was working late and didn't want to wake your Mother,” Noah said by way of explanation. Kellen got them on track by turning to Jeffrey Clayton and asking in his best FBI interview voice, "Jeff, tell us what you remember about Brother Paul Christianson." "Brother Paul? Why would you want to know about Brother Paul?" Jeff asked. Kacie started to reply but Kellen's large hand squeezing her thigh in warning silenced her. "Just humor us, please. I promise it will all be explained to you,” Kellen assured him. Jeffrey looked from his sister to his father and began. "Brother Paul was the Youth minister at St. Anne's parish from

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Finding Kacie 1990-1994. He was very popular, especially with the girls. They all thought he was 'sooo cute'." Jeff said with a smile and a wink at his younger sister. "Did you like him?" Kellen asked in a totally non-threatening tone. "Sure, he was fun. He took us on a lot of trips and retreats." "Was there anything that bothered you about him?" Nathan asked. "Bothered me?" Jeff asked. "Yeah," said Kacie anxious to get to the meat of the situation, "Remember when Melissa Harper was in love with you and insisted on calling you her 'Jeffymeffy'. I suggested you talk to Brother Paul but you refused." "Yes I did. What teenage boy wants to admit he needs help with girls? All the girls thought Brother Paul was so handsome. No testosterone filled teenage boy wants to compete with that," Jeff said. "That isn't what you told me, Jeff. You said he was 'too hands on'." Kacie pushed. "Yeah, he always had to put a hand on your shoulder or your arm. So what? What is this about?" Jeff demanded agitated. "Jeff, yesterday while I was on assignment in Wisconsin, I was accidentally put under hypnosis. While I was under, I saw the face of Rachel's kidnapper." "Oh God, Sis, are you ok?" Jeff asked immediately assuming the role of protective big brother. "For the most part I am dealing with it. Jeff, the kidnapper was Paul Christianson." "No!" Jeff doubled over as if he had been sucker punched. "That's just not possible. Surely someone would have known something, said something,” Jeff stated emphatically. "And yet you admit to not being comfortable enough to confide in him. Such was not the case with the girls,” Kellen continued in his carefully modulated baritone. "The girls were all half in love with him. Of course they wanted to be alone to talk with him,” Jeff insisted. "Rachel wasn't in love with him, Jeff. She had a huge crush on you,” Kacie revealed. She remembered Rachel had been mortified when Kacie had found her diary and read about her brother in it. She had cherished the hope of Jeff marrying Rachel one day and the two of them truly becoming sisters. "Me?" Jeff's exclamation brought Kacie back to the present. "Yes you, but still she went to Brother Paul to discuss her biggest problem,” Kacie said. "And that was me and Melissa I suppose,” he said

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Finding Kacie "I pointed out that it would be far better for them to co-operate with us than for us to have to procure warrants and do a very thorough, public investigation. After a phone call to the Bishop, we were given full cooperation.” “Brother Paul was having problems controlling his lust for adolescent girls. The church pulled him from his assignment as Retreat Co-coordinator and sent him to the Abbey. He could not handle it and left the church completely. The church lost track of him after that." "No!" exclaimed Kacie. "Easy, kiddo, we didn't quit there,” Noah assured her. “We gave the information to Mortimer." Mortimer was Nathan Whitmore's computer, the prototype for Kacie's Marti. "It took Mort about twenty minutes to discover where Paul Christianson went. He checked public records. Christianson moved to a Baltimore suburb where he worked in a video store for two years. Then he died in an apparent suicide. Mort did some further checking and found out that a month prior to Christianson's death a twelve-year-old girl was abducted, raped, and murdered.” “Did Paul Christianson have anything to do with it? No one knows yet, but there is a good possibility," Nathan finished. Kacie's shoulders slumped in defeat, "So that's it then. The final dead end." "Not hardly, Little Bit,” Noah Clayton said watching his daughter's eyes light with renewed hope. "His remains were released to a spinster sister, Edna Christianson in Frederick, along with all of his worldly goods." "Have you interviewed the sister yet, Dad?" Kacie asked excitedly. "No, Kathryn, we left that for you,” her father said. "But Agent Jones says I am not allowed ..." "Hush, Sweetheart. It's ok. When I so presumptuously volunteered you for the undercover modeling assignment, I negotiated with Dennis to allow you to have the weekend to work on Rachel's kidnapping,” Kellen said smiling. "And he agreed? I can hardly believe it,” Kacie said throwing her arms around Kellen's neck. "Well how could he not agree?" Noah asked a bit of the devil showing in his eyes. "He certainly couldn't have pulled off that assignment and with Martha in the hospital you were the logical choice," he finished with a wink. "So when do we go? I can be ready by 8:00 tomorrow." "Are you forgetting Ms. Croft? We need to have you ready to sell her on the undercover idea. With that in mind, we had best get on the road. We will save Miss Christianson for Saturday,” Kellen said rising, bringing Kacie with him.

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Kate Bullis "But ..." Kacie complained. "No buts about it Little Bit, Dennis is being very generous allowing you to do this interview. You would do well to appease him tomorrow by being on time, dressed to the nines, and charming the socks off from Sydney Croft.” “Oh by the way, Kathryn, I noticed the front end of the Trail Blazer has recently sustained some damage. What happened?" Noah asked suddenly becoming a father again. "She tried dancing with a semi, Sir," Kellen told him. Kacie glared at him through narrowed slits. "He compared my butt to a hill!" her voice rose with each word. "And you were so stricken by it you tried committing suicide by driving in front of a semi?" Noah asked arching a brow. "Of course not, don't be ridiculous!" Noah's brow shot up another fraction of an inch. "Besides, he's the one who caused the accident." "Accident? You said nothing about an accident when you arrived," Noah said looking at Kellen. "I figured that the ditch was preferable to becoming semi toe jam. Only Kacie wouldn't relinquish the wheel and we ended up driving through a board fence into a horse pasture." "I see, well, be sure to have it checked out tomorrow afternoon and for goodness sake keep your concentration while you drive,” Noah scolded, fear making his irritation more apparent than he had intended. "Yes, Sir," Kacie answered softly, the fight going out of her at having once again disappointed her father. Kellen exchanged a knowing glance with Nathan Whitmore. Kellen and Kacie quickly said their goodnights to Mary Catherine, Jeffrey, Lily, and the Children. Kacie didn't even object when Kellen opened the passenger side door for her. Instinctively knowing she wasn't ready to talk about her relationship with her father, Kellen turned on the radio to the classical station and then reached down and grasped Kacie's left hand in his right. After a few miles, she finally let down her guard and let her head rest on his strong shoulder. They drove the rest of the fortyfive minute trip in silence. He drove to her apartment and parked the car in the parking garage. She looked up at him quizzically. "I will call a taxi after I've taken you up,” he stated. To his surprise, she didn't argue nor did she invite him in. She opened the door and started inside only to be stopped by a strong but gentle grasp on her arm. Kellen pulled Kacie flush against his long, lean body then dipped his dark head and seized her lips in a kiss that started out gently but rapidly progressed to deeply

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Kate Bullis Chapter Ten Sidney Croft sat impatiently drumming her impeccably French manicured finger nails on the ten foot long conference table of the fifth floor of the J. Edgar Hoover building. Her stress level had reached its peak this week and although she did not think this hairbrained scheme her ex-brother-in-law had dreamed up had a snowball's chance in hell of working, she had no other choice. She could not stand emotionally or financially for another one of her models to be murdered. Sidney Croft had built her modeling agency from the ground up. It had not always been an easy climb. The five foot seven inch brunette had aspired to be a model herself when young but she had not possessed the looks necessary to make it to the top. In Sidney Croft's book, if you weren't at the top you were nothing. So at twenty-seven she changed her focus. She used her incredible networking and organizational skills to line up fashion shows at the world's most famous venues. She started to recruit and train the world's most beautiful teenagers. Only the best worked for Sydney Croft. With hard work and perseverance, she had made it to the top. Now this Monster was trying to destroy everything. Well it was not going to happen. "Den ... Agent Jones; I specifically said 8:00 a.m. sharp. I can not abide tardiness,” she said with irritation as the clock turned 8:03. "If my models showed up late, they would be fired instantaneously. No wonder the FBI has come under such criticism lately,” she proclaimed cattily. The seven other agents in the room, six men and one woman, would have loved to have fired Sydney Croft or rather fired on her. She was making them crazy. Each one hoped Clayton and Kincaid got there soon. The door to the conference room opened to admit a statuesque blonde beauty encased in a strapless, bright pink, Lycra mini dress that clung to her feminine curves like second skin. Four inch spiked heels brought her to exactly six feet in height. Long ash blonde hair swung seductively drawing the eye invitingly to her gently rounded hips. The six male agents in the room attained instantaneous erections. Three sat down a little too quickly. Artie Hamlin turned hastily to pour himself a cup of coffee. Dennis Jones covertly raised the cover of his laptop under the pretense of entering data. Keith Richards just stood there with his mouth hanging nearly to the floor. It was not until Dennis Jones greeted Kellen Kincaid that the rest of the agents realized the woman with him was none other

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Finding Kacie than Kacie Clayton. Kellen politely pulled out a chair for Kacie and at the same time, he leaned over to Keith Richards and said in a low voice, "Shut your mouth Richards, your balls are showing." "Well, if it isn't Miss Congeniality meets Legally Blonde,” Sydney Croft said with a sneer. "I know you. You are the rude little girl who had better things to do then let me make you a star nine years ago." Eight pairs of eyes swung in unison toward Kacie. Kellen felt his palm itch. The little brat hadn't said a word to him about that. "That is correct, Ms. Croft,” Kacie countered smoothly. "I was consumed with my best friend's kidnapping at the time, but I do apologize for my rudeness,” the lie falling easily from her trained FBI lips. "Well Agent Jones,” Croft said, totally ignoring Kacie's apology, "It will take an immense amount of work and we don't have much time but if she is the best you've got, I suppose I will just have to make do. I just hope she doesn't embarrass me in front of Mrs. Heinz-Kerry,” Croft said with haughty disdain oozing from every pore. "Why Ms. Croft,” Kellen said with a voice as smooth as butter and eye as hard as flint, "I was given the impression from my background reading that your specialty was taking raw talent and refining it to perfection. Surely, given Agent Clayton's incredible natural beauty and your unparalleled team of experts you should be up to the task. That is unless the report was inaccurate," Kellen finished smoothly. "Theresa Heinz-Kerry will be at this fashion show and you neglected to mention this little fact to me?" Dennis Jones asked, his pitch level rising in correspondence to his blood pressure. Sydney Croft stiffened but before she could formulate a reply, Dennis Jones said, "Ms. Croft I would like a private word with you in my office. Agent Osgood will show you where it is. I want to get the rest of these agents started on the preliminary work." He also wanted to cool down before he throttled his ex-sister-in-law. Sharon Osgood immediately rose to do her boss's bidding, "This way, Ms. Croft." Once the two women had left, Dennis Jones addressed his remaining agents. "While I show Ms. Croft the lay of the land, I want the rest of you to get started. Joe, I want you to call Kerry headquarters and find out who is providing security for Mrs. Heinz-Kerry's party. Then get a hold of them and co-ordinate this thing.” “Artie, I want you and Sharon to access the personnel files for everyone who works with Croft Talent and Modeling. Find out if anyone has a grudge. What employees might fit our profile? Who has open access to the models?” “Keith I want you and Frank to take an advance team to

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Kate Bullis Boston and start getting things set up there. Each of the working models and KC will have one of our guys undercover as a personal bodyguard. I will be Ms. Croft's bodyguard,” Jones finished with a smile. "What about us, Sir?” Kacie asked. "Kincaid, you will be guarding Kacie. Remember everyone, for our plan to work the killer must think Kacie is just a model in training and not scheduled for the show. She has to be a last minute replacement. Oh and Frank, find a place to stash Brittanie Preston after she 'becomes ill'. I want her kept safe. For right now Kincaid and Clayton, you have work to do for tomorrow's interview." "May I change back into work clothes, Sir?" Kacie inquired. "Not just yet, Clayton. Now if you will excuse me I have a talent agent to attend to." Dennis Jones strode the corridors to his office, determined purpose marking his every step. Sydney Croft had been a thorn in the side of his entire family the two years she had been married to his mild mannered brother, Pete. Sydney had many admirable qualities, truth be told, but her viper's tongue could easily tear a person's character to shreds. That is exactly what she had done with his soft spoken intellectual brother. She had eaten him alive, and then when he could no longer handle it, she had spit him out. Dennis had often thought that if he had been the one to marry Sydney Croft the marriage might have lasted. He was not afraid to go toe to toe with the manipulative virago as she was about to find out. Dennis opened the door to his office and came to a screeching halt. There on his grey carpeted floor kneeling ignobly in front of his FBI issue waste basket was Sydney Croft heaving her guts out between heart wrenching sobs. "Syddie, what's wrong?" he said gently pulling her to her feet and into his arms. "The pictures,” she said, her voice breaking. “It's so awful," she collapsed in Dennis's arms. Dennis glanced at his wall and realized what had happened. "I am so sorry, Syd. I had been going over the crime scene and morgue photos with the other agents. Since I hadn't planned on anyone else coming here before me, I left them up. Believe me I never intended for you to see them. Please forgive me. Here you sit down facing the window while I put them back." Sydney Croft gratefully collapsed into the chair Dennis provided her, looking out the window trying to find anything left of beauty. How could anyone destroy such lovely human beings, especially in such a vicious manner? Heather Albert's head had

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Finding Kacie nearly been severed, she thought as new spasms of sobbing shook her. Dennis stuck his head out his office door and asked Marcia Samson to bring one cup of strong coffee for him and a cup of Darjeeling tea. Then he went back to his former sister-in-law. "We can catch him for you, Syd, but you have to help us,” he said firmly. "How? Anything just please don't let him kill another of my girls,” she said trying to pull herself together. She rubbed her face of the sleeve of her tasteful charcoal gray pinstriped suit much like a small child. Dennis quickly handed her his handkerchief. "KC Clayton is a fine FBI agent, Syd. She has volunteered to put her own life on the line to catch this monster. She does not need to be distracted by your petty sniping. You probably don't know this, but she was almost abducted with her girlfriend. She fought herself free but has always blamed herself for not finding her friend. That is why she wasn't interested in a career in modeling. Please cut her some slack. You know as well as I she is perfect for the job.” He paused, looking at her intently. “Work with us, Syd. Let my people do their jobs, all of them. I will not tolerate anything less, Sydney," Dennis said sternly. "All right Dennis, I will do as you ask. But I dare not be too nice. No one would recognize me,” she said with a wan smile, her spirits starting to lift. "Please give me a few moments to repair myself and I will apologize to your Agent Clayton." "Thank you Sydney, take all the time you need. And Syd, most people react the way you did the first time they see photos from a murder scene." "Thank you for that, Dennis but it was much more than that. Have you ever had to tell loved ones personally that there child, whom they entrusted to your care, has been viciously murdered?" Croft asked fighting back tears once more. "Too many times unfortunately,” Dennis Jones said somberly. Fifteen minutes later Dennis Jones and Sydney Croft reentered the conference room. Only Artie Hamlin, Sharon Osgood, Kellen, and Kacie were there. Sydney walked directly to Kacie. "Agent Clayton I apologize for my earlier attitude and spiteful comments. It was poorly done of me. I appreciate your willingness to take on this monster at your own risk. I will do everything in my power to not stand in your way." With that said, she extended her hand to Kacie who willingly took it and shook it firmly. "Thank you for that Ms. Croft. It means a lot to me and I promise not to let you down. I want this monster brought down as much as you do,” Kacie assured her. "I should warn you however, Agent Clayton that being a model

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Kate Bullis is not the walk in the park everyone seems to think it is. The work can be grueling. The hours are long. Egos are sensitive. If you think my personality is tough to stomach, than you should know that I am usually the peacemaker when we work." "I will follow your lead ma'am. You are the best at what you do. I endeavor to be the best at what I do. Perhaps we can combine our two areas of expertise to bring this monster down,” Kacie replied professionally. In that case I will see you at 6:00 a.m. at the Westin Hotel in Boston,” Sydney Croft said and with that, she took her leave. "Now you may change your clothes, Agent Clayton." Kacie rose to go change but as she reached the door of the conference room Dennis Jones said, "Oh and Clayton, you demonstrated excellent poise and professionalism this morning. I am proud of you." "Thank you, Sir," she replied not sure how to respond to her superior's praise. *** That evening found Kacie once again attired in the pink mini dress. This time she and Kellen were having a romantic dinner for two in an intimate Italian restaurant in Georgetown. Kacie was enjoying perfectly prepared shrimp scampi, while Kellen feasted on delicious veal parmigiana. They talked about their pasts, schools they had attended, their families, hobbies, ordinary things. As they talked, Kacie learned they shared many of the same values as well as the same interests. In other ways, they complemented each other. After dinner, they enjoyed dancing. Kacie relished the strength and security she felt in Kellen's well honed arms. Kellen in turn delighted in the sleek softness of the woman in his arms. Despite the well toned body and lethal intelligence, everything about this woman exuded femininity. He wanted to throw her on the dance floor and make wild monkey love to her but figured, with a smile that would be rushing things just a bit. "What?" Kacie asked noticing the smile. "Oh just thinking of the delicious things I would like to do you right here on the dance floor,” he said totally candidly. "I'm sure Jones and the rest of the Mucky Mucks would just love that. FBI Agents Caught in Torrid Embrace at Luciannos.” "Mucky Mucks?" Kellen asked skeptically. "Oh sorry, that is how my dad has always referred to those who think they have authority over him,” Kacie said with a grin of her own. "Yes, well Noah has earned that privilege. You on the other

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Finding Kacie hand have not. So please keep it respectful. Now let's go back to your place for ... dessert." "Ok, I guess. I'm not sure what I have. I think there is some left over cheesecake and I have some raspberry topping. Will that do?" she said with total innocence. "For a start, yes," Kellen replied refusing to believe a modern day twenty-six-year-old was that naive. They picked up their coats from the cloak room and climbed into Kellen's red jaguar. Kacie wasn't used to being pampered so when Kellen opened the door for her she asked, Yyou want me to drive?" "Ah ... no. Kacie, have you never had someone hold open a door for you or push your chair in?" Kellen asked, amazed. "Uncle Nate did for my ninth birthday. That was right before he was paralyzed. I felt like a princess. But that seems like an entire life ago. No one does that anymore,” she said. "Some people still act the gentleman when out with a lovely lady. I, for one, consider it a privilege to date a lady so fair,” he said whispering against her neck causing little shivers to travel all the way to her feet. Back at Kacie's apartment things progressed quickly. No sooner had they entered through the door, then Kellen lifted Kacie into his arms and carried her to her bedroom. "Be sure to tell me if I'm moving too fast, Sweetheart,” he said as he nibbled her neck. "No,” she said breathlessly, "you are moving just fine.” Soon she was kissing him back with all the passion she had been holding inside. They kissed and explored any visible areas of skin for about fifteen minutes, then Kacie started pulling out Kellen's shirt and unbuttoning it. "Are you sure about this, Sweetheart? After all, turnabout is fair play,” he said trying to leave her an out. "I'm sure," she replied finally divesting him of his shirt and going for his belt buckle. She looked up in surprise as he stopped her hands. "You had your first turn. Now it’s my turn to remove something," he said reaching around her to slowly unzip her dress. Kacie had never realized the simple act of unzipping a dress could be so sensual. After he unzipped it, Kellen slowly lowered it to the floor following its progress with his mouth. Kacie was hopelessly turned on, but also embarrassed as he still had on many more clothes than she did. It was her turn to stop his hands. Mimicking his actions, she slowly pulled the belt from its loops tossing it on the bed. Going to her knees she slowly pulled down the zipper of his dress trouser and with somewhat shy hands slid them to the floor. Kellen's self control was being tested to the max but he was

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Kate Bullis determined she would enjoy every second of this evening to the fullest. "My turn," he said eyeing the pink Lily of France lace panties and the four inch clear spiked heels, Kacie's only remaining garment. "No fair, you are wearing much more than I am,” Kacie pouted sticking out the most tempting lower lip in a pout that most women have to practice to achieve. "Very well, I will only take one shoe this time,” he said holding out her vanity stool for her to sit on. She sat offering him her left foot. Slowly he slid his teasing fingers down her calf to the buckle at her ankle. Kacie breathing started to hitch. "Easy Sweetheart, we have a long way to go!" "We do?" Kacie squeaked, unable to imagine being much more aroused. "Ummm," was his only reply as he kissed the entire length of her leg from the knee down then suckled each dainty toe. Kacie was visibly shaking when she finally croaked out "Tshirt.” Kellen chuckled then standing up made a show of slowly pulling off his t-shirt revealing inch by inch a mass of dark fur. Kacie was intoxicated by the sight. She reached to touch when he stopped her. "Un-uh, other shoe first,” he said evilly. Then he proceeded to give the right leg the same treatment as the left. When they were both down to just their underpants, Kellen sat on the bed and pulled Kacie across his lap. She immediately started to struggle. "Easy, Sweetheart. This isn't a punishment spanking. Just relax and enjoy,” he said as his left hand started at her ankle and traveled the length of her leg to her bottom. Then it did the same to her right leg. "You see my love; this position affords a wealth of opportunities for touch both painful and pleasant. Your body doesn't know what to expect, pleasure," he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, "or pain.” His right hand reached over to give her a firm but not hard swat. "Pleasure," he let his voice soften to almost a hypnotic quality as he ran his left hand up her other thigh soliciting a deep moan, "or pain.” He landed a volley of slightly harder smacks on her bottom. Kacie was rocking and moaning, her body turning to liquid fire. She had never experienced anything this strong, this powerful. She felt Kellen's strong fingers on the waistband of her panties and automatically lifted her hips as he sensuously slid them down then off. His mouth came to her bottom to gently kiss and tongue as he whispered "pleasure," sliding his left hand under her to caress her dripping privates "or pain.” The smacks on her bottom

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Finding Kacie landed harder and faster, pushing toward the summit. The fingernails of his right hand gently scoured her pink bottom as his left hand fondled and teased her clitoris. Kacie was nearly delirious with desire when one final smart slap to her bottom pushed her over the edge. She keened out Kellen's name as her body flew apart with its first orgasm. As she began to come down from the heights of bliss, she scooted to the top of the bed and pulled Kellen to her. Take me, take me now,” she said, with a passion laden voice. Kellen quickly divested himself of his briefs and crawled on top of her, kissing her over and over, "Are you sure Sweetheart?" "Yes, oh yes, Kellen I want you to be the first." "First?!" he shrieked sitting back like a startled lion. "You have never done this before?" The thought cooled his ardor immediately. "No, why would you assume I had? Now please come to me, Kellen,” she said reaching for him once more. "Oh no, I am not going to take your virginity after knowing you only forty-eight hours. You are going to be completely sure of your feelings for me before I do that, young lady,” he said, his sexual frustration adding a harsh quality to his voice. He couldn't dress fast enough but when he saw the tears threatening to spill down her beautiful cheeks he sat down beside her and tried to reassure her, "Sweetheart, do not misunderstand. I want to make love to you more than you can possibly imagine. I love you with all my heart. But when we finally do make love it will be without a possibility of regret." So saying, he kissed her gently one last time, pulled the sheet over her perfectly endowed chest, and reluctantly left. "Well damn!" Kacie said, a lone tear escaping down her cheek.

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Kate Bullis Chapter Eleven Kacie shuffled to the stove in her comfy pink chenille robe and fuzzy hot pink slippers. She filled the tea pot and put it on the stove performing the actions by rote. Tea always had a calming effect on her. Today she hoped the caffeine would lift her from her semi-comatose state. She stumbled into the bathroom for a quick shower while her tea water heated. The hot water of the shower helped to clear the fog from her sleep- deprived brain. She had lain awake for hours, tense and unfulfilled, trying to come to grips with all that had happened between her and Kellen. He had called her as soon as he made it home to make sure she was ok and to reassure her once more how desirable she was. Desirable? What she was, was confused. She had never in her life experienced the depth and range of feelings she felt for Kellen Kincaid. When she didn't want to kill him, she was totally in love with him. Just when had she met him? Four days ago. Unbelievable! And last night, she had not known such feelings existed. When she had exploded with her first orgasm, she had wanted nothing more than to pull him to her and make love all night. Then what does he do the big prick? He becomes noble. The shrill whistle of the tea kettle brought her out of her musings. Quickly she toweled off, wrapped a fluffy white Egyptian cotton bath sheet around herself, and hurried to the kitchen to turn off the stove. She set her cup of Earl Grey tea to steep while she hurried back to her bedroom and pulled on a pair of soft gray slacks, a light blue cashmere sweater, and a matching gray jacket. She brushed her hair and pulled it back in a simple ponytail. Kacie sipped her delicious tea while nibbling on her morning muffin. She glanced at her watch wondering where Kellen could possibly be. He was supposed to have picked her up for the interview with Brother Paul's sister 15 minutes ago. It was not like him to be late. She sincerely hoped he had passed as miserable a night as she had. "It would serve him right,” she said childishly sticking out her tongue. Resigned, she picked up the phone and gave him a call. Kellen Kincaid lifted his sleep-deprived head from the music rack of his six foot walnut, Bechstein grand piano He opened one bloodshot eye to glare at the phone blaring across the room. As he slowly bent his cramped frame to its full six feet six inches, he also became aware of his alarm clock ringing cheerfully in the bedroom upstairs. "Kincaid, you damn well better be on your way to pick me up,” Kacie Clayton's ornery voice fussed at his answering machine. "Damn,” Kellen cursed softly of all days to oversleep, but it

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Kate Bullis understanding. "May we please come in Ma'am?" Kellen asked. "Yes, of course," Sylvia Christianson said, stepping back to allow the two agents in. Entering the house was like walking into a different time. Kacie and Kellen walked into the dimly lit living room. The room was neat and old fashioned. A Victorian sofa and two striped wing chairs sat in a grouping by the marble fireplace. Each piece of furniture was adorned with a hand tatted doily. Nick-knacks adorned curio shelves. Family pictures sat on the fireplace mantle but there were none of Brother Paul. "Can I get you some lemonade?" the small, older woman asked. "That would be wonderful. Perhaps we could drink it in the kitchen,” Kacie suggested. After Ms. Christianson had poured the lemonade and put out a plate of peanut butter cookies, Kellen began. "Tell us about your brother, Ms. Christianson," Kellen said using his carefully modulated interview voice. "I didn't really know him, Agent Kincaid,” Sylvia said. "I was twenty when my mother married David Christianson. I was twenty-one when Paul was born. He was my Mother and Stepfather's only child. He totally consumed them. It was as if my father’s memory and I ceased to exist. Other than Christmas I rarely saw them." "Yet, you adopted the name Christianson,” Kellen said, the surprise evident in his voice. "Yes, I did. It was the only way I could inherit what was rightfully mine. A sort of blackmail on my mother's part if you will,” Sylvia replied, bitterness lacing every word. "Ma'am if you felt that way, why did you bury him?” Kacie said in a straight forward manner. "My brother was an only child Agent Clayton. His parents were both dead. To whom was the mortician supposed to give his remains? Where else could his possessions go? I certainly did not want them, but there was simply no place else,” Sylvia said, just as directly. "Where are his possessions, Ma'am?" Kellen interjected smoothly before the tension between the two women multiplied. "They are up in the attic, of course. As I said, I didn't want them. I had my neighbor's son, Ralph Jr. put the boxes up there,” she said. "May we look at them Ms. Christianson? We could get a warrant but it would be much easier if you co-operated,” Kacie said. "You can have it all if you want it. He committed suicide you

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Finding Kacie something that might help. Come with me,” Kellen said, after he had parked in front of his two story brick house. He brought her to the empty side of his garage and pulled out two boxes of old dishes. "I bought these for my sister, Kateri, when she needs stress relief. I know she won't mind sharing,” he said with a smile. Kacie tentatively picked up a dish and threw it at the empty wall. Then she picked up another and threw it, then another and another. Gradually she started to scream and curse as she threw dishes. Kellen left her alone, but left the door to the house open so he could monitor her. An hour passed before the sounds of breaking glass and cursing stopped. Kacie stomped into the house. "It's not working. I need to hit something,” she cried. Kellen tried to check her hands but she would not allow it. The rage was just starting to come out and he had a feeling they had a long night ahead of them. Kellen led her to his small home gym in the basement. There was a Bowflex machine, a set of free weights, a recumbent stationary bike, a treadmill, and a hanging punching bag. Without a second glance at the rest of the equipment, Kacie walked up to the bag and started swinging. Kellen stopped her just long enough to give her some gloves. Soon she was punching, kicking, swearing, and crying for all she was worth. Kellen held the bag for her. She kept at it until Kellen thought his arms would fall off. Some of her kicks nearly sent him flying with their force. After two hours of non-stop punching and kicking, Kacie finally collapsed into a ball of quivering sobs. Kellen gently picked her up and carried her to his guest room. Without saying a word, he drew a bath for her, helped her to undress, and gently lowered her into the tub. Tenderly, he soaped her hair and her exhausted body. She sat there woodenly throughout his ministrations. When he finished bathing her, he helped her out of the tub and into one of his big t-shirts. The dark ash gray T-shirt hung past her knees. Then he placed her in the bed and started to leave, but her hand reached out and grasped his. Her eyes silently implored him to stay. He climbed under the covers beside her and held her until morning. *** Kacie rolled from her stomach to her left side instinctively searching for the comforting warmth that had sustained her throughout the night. She gradually came awake as her seeking hands encountered empty space. Her swollen eyes fought the bright morning sun. The pain in her ankles and fists brought to her

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Kate Bullis consciousness of the events of the day and night before. Knowing in her head all of these years that Rachel was dead and reading the details of her murder in Brother Paul's diary were two very different things. The dreadful pain started to engulf her once more, but instead of fighting it as she had last night; she curled up into a fetal ball and pulled the covers over her head. Kellen was having none of it. Unbeknownst to Kacie, he had been standing in the doorway to the guest room since the moment she stirred from her slumber. He walked swiftly to the bed, pulled her covers from her warm body, and landed a solid whack on her inviting bottom. "Rise and shine, Agent Brat, time for church,” he informed her cheerfully. "I don't do church, you big brute,” she said, rubbing her much maligned derriere. She wondered if it would ever be its light peach color again. "You do when you stay here. Now hurry up. I have breakfast nearly ready. Oh and you'll find an outfit in your size hanging in the closet,” he said, leaving before she could argue. Kacie slowly and stiffly rose from the bed. Every muscle in her body protested. She had really overdone it with the punching bag, but it had helped to release some of the awful grief and guilt. In the closet, she found an aqua linen suit and a summer white blouse. She would have to make do with her black flats from yesterday. Kacie was still having trouble believing Kellen had bought her more clothes and had kept them at his house. She dressed in the skirt and blouse. Carrying the blazer over her arm, she headed toward the delicious aromas coming from the kitchen below. Kellen had carried her to bed the previous night or was it much earlier this morning. She hadn't really gotten a look at his house. Curiosity overwhelmed her now. She had washed and dressed in the tastefully decorated guest bath with its New England lighthouse decor in muted American reds and blues. She investigated the small library to the right of the guest bedroom. The two side walls were lined with bookshelves full of novels. She was amazed at the variety of authors, subjects, and time periods. She wondered if Kellen had actually read them all. In front of the large window in the front wall were two comfortable overstuffed chairs. Kacie could envision herself sinking into one of those comfy chairs with a hot chocolate in one hand and a classic in the other. Reluctantly leaving the inviting library, she moved on to the large master bedroom. It was definitely masculine but not in an overpowering way. She could live in this room ... oops ... where did that errant notion come from? Quickly stuffing it to the back of

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Finding Kacie her head, she glanced into the walk-in closet. All of his clothes hung neatly on hangers. His dress pants were in the press, his ties carefully arranged on the tie rack. His size 14 shoes were lined up neatly on the shoe rack. A magnificently male bed stood between two cathedral arched windows. She sniffed the pillows taking in Kellen's lingering scent. Opposite the king-size, mahogany, four-poster bed was a matching armoire. She opened it tentatively and found a state of the art high definition plasma TV and sound system. Kacie moved on to the master bathroom. This room was totally based on function. A two-person whirlpool tub occupied one corner. Beside it was an oversized shower. The double vanity provided plenty of counter space for two. Darn, there went that errant libido of hers. She had to quit thinking in twos. She went back into his bedroom. On the north wall was a beautiful oil painting of a ship on a wind- tossed sea. A mahogany set of drawers lined the opposite wall. She touched the handle on the top drawer as the deep male voice came out of the woodwork, or so it seemed to a startled Kacie. "Dress socks upper left, outdoor socks upper middle, hankies and belts upper right, shorts middle left, gun under the shorts, plain T-shirts center middle, colored T-shirts ..." "You keep your gun in your underwear drawer?" she shrieked, "don't you know how dangerous that is?" "Of course I do, and no, I keep it in a lock box on the top closet shelf when it's not on my person, but at least I got your attention,” Kellen said, pushing away from the door frame. "Sorry but the rest of your exploration will have to wait until after church. Now come and eat before it gets cold." Kacie was about to apologize for snooping but at the last second couldn't bring herself to do it so said, "I told you I don't do church," as she made her way in front of him, down the carpeted stairway with its beautiful mahogany banister. "And I told you, you will do church when you stay in this house,” he said equally firmly, guiding her down the hallway to the kitchen. His kitchen was done in early American ... rooster. Kacie lost it. She fell apart with laughter. "What now?" he asked warily as he seated her at the breakfast counter where he served her fluffy scrambled eggs with cheese, crisp bacon. "You ... have your ... own ... cock room," she spluttered coming unglued once more. "Oh for crying out loud, eat your muffin,” he said stuffing a freshly made bran muffin in her hand, giving her a look of disgust. "How did you know I love muffins?" Kacie asked taking a small bite of the delicious muffin. "You made these?" she asked

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Kate Bullis unbelievingly. "I'm an FBI agent. I'm trained to be observant and yes I made them,” he replied with a grin. He joined her at the breakfast counter where they ate in easy camaraderie. Following Kellen's lead Kacie brought her dishes to the sink and rinsed them saying, "You go to church, and I will work here until you get back." Quick as a wink she found herself pushed over the sink. Kellen grabbed a wide, flat spatula from the utensil holder and began to pepper her skirt-covered bottom. "You aren't" ... smack, smack, smack ... "paying" … smack, smack, smack … "attention" ... smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, he lectured as he kept up the steady peppering of her behind. The swats weren't hard as he did indeed have a care for her still recovering bottom, but they were numerous and fast. "When" ... smack, smack, smack ... "you stay" ... smack, smack, smack ... "in this" ... smack, smack, smack ... "house" ... smack, smack, smack ... "you will" ... SMACK, SMACK, SMACK ... "go to church" ... smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. He ended with a flurry of spanks on her sensitive sit-spots. "All right, all right, I'll go,” came the watery reply. "Good girl,” Kellen said, giving Kacie a final pat and helping her to her full height. Kacie reached under her skirt to pull her blouse into place. Kellen unabashedly enjoyed the view from the top. "Pervert," she said, but smiled to herself. "No, love, connoisseur, now let's go before I commit a sin and skip church to ... feast,” he retorted. Kacie blushed ten shades of pink, but said, "If I had known that was all it took I would have undr ... ouch! All right already, let's get going!" He chuckled as they headed to the jaguar and drove the fifteen miles to the rural, stone, Catholic Church. When Kacie saw it was a Catholic church, she dug in her heels once more. "I can't believe you would bring me to a ... ugh! Put me down!" Kellen new better than to try to argue at this point and just hoisted the furious beauty over his shoulder. "Kellen, please,” she said as tears started to flow. He immediately set her on her feet and pulled her to his chest. "It will be ok,” he said tenderly. "It is time to face your demons, Sweetheart. Just remember you will never have to face them alone again.” He leaned down and gave her a soft kiss, oblivious to the sighs of the two older church secretaries. "Not all Catholic priests and brothers are like Brother Paul, Sweetheart. Give Eddie a chance."

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Finding Kacie Kacie took Kellen's hand and they entered the front of church where the musicians sat. "Oh thank goodness, Kellen,” an anxious Mildred Mercer said with obvious relief. "I was afraid you had gotten suddenly called out when you weren't here on time for practice." "I'm sorry, Mildred. It couldn't be helped this morning. This is my girlfriend and fellow agent, Kacie Clayton,” Kellen said presenting Kacie. "Oh how wonderful! You don't know what a pleasure this is, Kacie. We have thought Kellen needed a woman in his life for the past five years. Men as handsome as he is shouldn't be left to their own devices for too long, you know,” she said, with a conspiratorial wink at the church secretary, Violet Schmidt, who had overheard the comment. Mildred Mercer was the consummate busybody but she had a heart of gold, so Kellen put up with her. "Sweetheart, you just sit here please, unless you want to sing,” Kellen said hopefully. Mildred had a heart of gold but her musical ear was one hundred percent tin. Kacie sat down carefully while mouthing, "I'm not your girlfriend.” Kellen leaned over and gave her another soft kiss than whispered huskily. "Yes you are. You just haven't admitted it yet." The sexy timbre of his voice sent shivers down Kacie's spine and evoked thoughts that definitely did not belong in church. Kellen smiled at the subsequent blush, then sat down to the piano. Father Eddie Rabbit was a small nondescript man. He reminded Kacie more of an accountant or a computer nerd. He withstood constant ribbing about his name, often being asked if Roger were his brother or when his next country song would be out. He stood only 5'5" tall and weighed less than Kacie, but when he vested in his liturgical robes, he seemed to grow before one's very eyes. His core of faith was evident in his every step down the aisle. Kacie participated half-heartedly in the liturgy of the word, although she had to admit Kellen's music was very stirring, despite Mildred Mercer singing on the sharp side. She was ready to tune out the homily when Kellen sat down beside her and took her hand. Any time she tried to drift away, he would give her hand a squeeze. It was only necessary for Kel to squeeze her hand twice. By the second squeeze, Father Eddie had captured her attention.. The homily was about forgiveness, a common enough topic, but different from any homily she had ever heard on the subject. Eddie didn't talk about how you should forgive your enemy or even how you should forgive yourself, but rather he talked about

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Kate Bullis forgiving God. Kacie listened in rapt attention. "Everyone has something for which they blame God. Maybe it is something as simple as the last Redskin's loss,” this elicited chuckles throughout the congregation,"or maybe it is something much more serious like the death of a loved one or the loss of a relationship. For us to move on, not only with our spiritual relationship with God, but for us to move on through our grief, we must forgive God.” “Now people will tell you, indeed many clergy will tell you, God doesn't cause bad things to happen, but it doesn't matter what people say. If your heart believes that God has caused you harm or unhappiness, than you must find it in your heart to forgive God." The homily made Kacie very uncomfortable but it planted seeds in her fertile, young mind. She mulled over Father Rabbit's words throughout the rest of the service and all the while Kellen was putting away his music and covering the piano. On their way out Kacie took Father Eddie, now in his civilian clothes, aside and asked, "What happens if you don't forgive God, can't forgive him?" her despair was clearly evident in her beautiful blue-gray eyes. Father Eddie Rabbit held her two hands in his, looked into her disturbed eyes and said honestly, "You remain stuck." Kellen allowed Kacie time with her thoughts as they drove to a Bay-side restaurant for brunch. As they ate, he carefully broached the subject. "When did you stop going to church, Sweetheart?" he asked. "I stopped believing in God when I woke in the hospital and found out Rachel hadn't been found. I never wanted to step inside a church again but my parents insisted. My mother cried, but my dad just tossed me over his shoulder like you did, carried me in and sat me down. After a while, the congregation just came to expect to see either Dad or Jeffy, carrying me into church. The day I turned eighteen, I informed my family I was both an adult and an atheist and any attempt to force me to go to church would cause me to leave for good. I left the church and never looked back. I know it upset my mother but I just couldn't." "There is a problem with that logic, you know,” Kellen said. "Oh and what would that be?" Kacie responded, immediately becoming defensive. "You aren't an atheist. You do believe in a higher power and being estranged from it is eating you alive,” he said forthrightly. "You’re wrong and I doo’t want to talk about it anymore," she said turning toward the window. Kellen sighed deeply, but put the topic aside for the remainder of the meal. After brunch, they headed back to New Windsor for the difficult task of talking to Roberta Cunningham. Mrs. Cunningham

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Finding Kacie welcomed Kacie with open arms. She could tell by the look in her expressive eyes that she had news. "Tell me,” Roberta Cunningham said. "Perhaps it would be best if we all sat down,” Kellen said. They walked into Roberta Cunningham's contemporary living room and sat down on the white leather sofa. Roberta sat opposite in a black side chair. "On Wednesday, I was put under hypnosis while working on a case in Wisconsin. I saw Rachel’s kidnapper,” Kacie went on ignoring Roberta's indrawn breath. "Rachel's murderer was Brother Paul Christianson." "Murderer? No! No!,” Roberta Cunningham cried out. "Take a drink, Mrs. Cunningham,” Kellen said, handing her a glass of water sitting on the end table between them, and vowing silently to work on Kacie's communication skills. "We went to the home of Brother Paul's sister yesterday. She had all of his personal effects. In them, we found a journal. He outlined each of the kidnappings and murders. Rachel's was the first of three,” Kacie said swallowing hard to keep the emotion out of her voice. "Was she ... was she assau ..." Roberta couldn't get the question out. "Yes Ma'am,” Kellen said gently, "She was sexually assaulted prior to her death." Tears poured from Roberta Cunningham's eyes. "Where is she? Where did that monster bury my daughter?" "I wish we knew, Birdie,” Kacie said, trying unsuccessfully to stop her own tears. "He didn't say where, just that he had buried her in a meadow. Do you want me to call my mother over?" "Ma'am I know you don't have a body, but perhaps now would be a good time to have a memorial service,” Kellen suggested as Kacie stepped into a hallway to call her mother. "No!" Birdie Cunningham nearly shouted. "There will be no service until my baby is home." "It is ok Ma'am I understand." Kellen knew the second the words cleared his throat he had said the wrong thing. "Do you, Agent? Do have a child? Do you have any idea what its like to have that child vanish into thin air at the hands of a kidnapper? Don't tell me you understand, Agent Kincaid. You couldn't possibly understand,” she finished harshly. Kacie came back and placed a steadying hand on Kellen's shoulder, "Mom should be here within ten minutes." "Thank you Kacie. I'm sorry Agent Kincaid I didn't mean to ... it's just ..." She couldn't continue as the tears overcame her once more. "You are entitled, Mrs. Cunningham, no worries." The

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Kate Bullis doorbell rang seven and a half minutes later. Kellen rose to admit Mary Cate Clayton. Her eyes were red and it was obvious to Kellen she had cried the entire drive to the Cunninghams. Roberta Cunningham collapsed into her friend's outstretched arms. The women sobbed together. Suddenly Kacie felt like an outsider, the survivor who didn't belong. Kellen’s ever observant gaze saw the change in Kacie's face immediately. He quickly made their goodbyes and escorted Kacie to the jag. "I want to work out with your bag again,” Kacie said suddenly. "Not tonight Sweetheart, your hands are too bruised." "They'll be fine. I need it, Kellen,” she implored. "I know Sweetheart, but not tonight. I would offer a release spanking but your bottom isn't in any shape for that either. How about a run?" he suggested. "Sounds good but we will have to go to my house first for clothes,” she said. "No problem, as I always have a set for myself in the jag. We will run in your neighborhood." Kacie dozed the rest of the way to her apartment. Once in the apartment, they changed and went for a run. The further Kacie ran the more she wanted to run. After five miles, Kacie said suddenly, "Let's go to Quantico and run the challenge course." "Sweetheart, it is 8:00 at night." Kellen was far from tired, but knew Kacie would need all of her strength for her undercover assignment the next morning. "Come one tough guy, I won't be too hard on you,” she said saucily. "Oh you won't huh? Well we'll just see about that,” he said. Sweat and all they piled into the jaguar and headed south to Quantico to the FBI training course. What Kellen had in leg length, Kacie made up for in desperation. She ran, she climbed, she ran some more. She got to the final climb a 30 foot rope that had always posed a difficulty for her. She climbed it as if it was flat ground then allowed herself to drop straight down. Just when Kellen was sure she had worn herself out, she started the whole course over again. Kellen took a deep breath and raced after her. As much as he admired her endurance, he knew she wouldn't be able to move in the morning if he didn't stop her. As she came down the far side of the first wall, he was waiting for her and caught her around the knees before she hit the ground. "Put me down, you brute" she shouted. "Time to go home and go to bed, Agent Brat,” he said, running easily with Kacie over his shoulder.

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Finding Kacie "I won't be able to sleep,” she cried. "Oh yes you will. I'll make sure of it" And he did.

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Kate Bullis Chapter Twelve Kacie awakened refreshed and ready to greet the new morning. Ok, it was 4:30 a.m. and she was far from refreshed, but she was excited about her first undercover assignment. She still hadn't found Rachel and brought her home, but at least now, she felt as if she had done all that she could. Kacie followed Sidney Croft's instructions to the letter. She threw on a pair of low-rise, name brand, hip hugger jeans, a white spaghetti strap tank top that didn't quite reach her midriff and left her hair long. No make-up. She thought that was odd but Sydney had explained her people liked to start with a totally blank canvas. "Perhaps I should show up in the nude then,” Kacie had quipped. Sydney had "Hmpfed,” Dennis Jones had done an eye roll that would have made any brat proud, and Kellen just thought works for me and waggled his eyebrows. She and the rest of the team had a 6:00 am flight from Reagan Airport. She would use the in-flight time to go over her assignment. Kacie was to be a model in training albeit an older one ... 26 was ancient for a Sydney Croft model. Sharon Osgood would be Sydney's new personal assistant. Sharon didn't like the thought of being Sydney's "errand girl,” but it did give her access to all of Sydney's keys, the house, car and her personal files. No one considered Sydney Croft a suspect but you never knew what you could find in her house that might prove useful. Artie Hamlin would be the light and sound technician for the fashion show. That would give him access to all of the electronic equipment as well as floor plans and keys to all areas of the hotel and conference center. He would be able to easily install bugs and cameras where needed. Kacie had wanted to work without a wire. Artie, Dennis, and Kellen had said vehemently and in perfect unison, "Not a chance.” Actually, Kellen had been much more verbose than the others had, Kacie remembered with a smile. Once he had gotten her alone, he declared, "No chance in hell, Sweetheart and if you even think about taking that wire off, your ass is mine!" Kacie would wear the wire. Damn overbearing Neanderthal. The rest of the agents, including two on loan from the Boston field office, would comprise Sydney's newly hired elite security team. "Agent Jones, where are my dossiers on the other models and the Croft employees? All I have here are my personal assignment

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Finding Kacie notes and the names and ages of the other models,” Kacie said, a puzzled frown gracing her lovely visage. "That is all you need, Clayton. I want you to go into this assignment like any new model. I want you to draw your own perspectives based on the interaction you have. The rest of us have the backgrounds. You will provide the instinctive reactions,” Dennis Jones responded bracing for the expected outburst. Kellen felt Kacie bristle beside him. He knew that in Kacie's mind, knowledge meant power. He too waited for an explosion that never came. Kacie stiffened, then after a brief pause said, "Yes, Sir, I understand, Sir," then went back to her file. After a brief study, she closed the file and turned to look resignedly out the window of the aircraft. Dennis Jones smiled, proud of what he interpreted as cooperation from his new protégé. Kellen frowned knowing Kacie had entirely misinterpreted the withholding of information as a lack of confidence in her ability. He would watch her closely and if necessary speak to Dennis Jones himself. Once at Logan Airport, Kacie let the other Agents deplane ahead of her. She and Sharon Osgood would arrive at the hotel together in a Croft limozine. The other agents would change into their security garb and meet them at the hotel. Dennis Jones would be the only plain clothesed agent for this detail. Artie would come separately with a professional-looking technician's van. Only the FBI team knew just how professional that van would be. It was a flustered and bumbling-appearing Sharon Osgood that arrived ten minutes late with Kacie, who was now Kestrel Sinclair, in tow. "You are late!" Sydney Croft bit out succinctly. "Sorry, Ms. Croft," Sharon groveled, pushing the horn rimmed glasses back up her nose. "Kestrel's plane was late and packed to the brim." "No excuses please, Sharon, we have a show to produce. Right, now everyone I would like to introduce our newest model, Kestrel Sinclair. She will be in training for this show and if she meets our standards will be on the runway in the Atlanta show,” Sydney said with authority and a modicum of doubt. "She's so ... old!" eighteen-year-old Amber Tarrington said cattily. "She is old-er, Amber. I was looking for someone with a more mature look for our middle-age clientele." Kacie visibly stiffened. Kellen waited for the catfight to erupt, while Dennis Jones worked hard to suppress a grin. You little brat, he thought to himself. His former sister-in-law hadn't changed a bit, except she

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Kellen knocked on the door of Kacie's suite to escort her to supper. Mallory Harper answered immediately and invited him in. "Poor Kestrel, she was so exhausted she went right to her room and fell asleep,” Mallory said sympathetically. "Well she still needs to eat,” Kellen replied quickly walking to the bedroom door and knocking soundly. "Come on sleepy-head time to eat,” he said, knocking again. Then he tried the door. It was locked. That seemed odd, but since it wasn't a deadbolt, it was easy to pick with Mallory none-the-wiser. One look inside was all it took to tell him she was gone. He followed the trail of bedding to the balcony. The little brat. He examined the well-secured sheets dangling from the twelth floor balcony. "Well, at least someone taught Agent Brat how to tie knots. It was probably her father,” he grinned shaking his head. "I suppose I'd better find out who is in the room below and get it cleared. It will be easier to do whatever it is she's doing if she doesn't have to worry about the guests in the room below." Kellen walked out of Kacie's room to find a concerned Mallory Harper hovering near the door. "Is Kestrel ok?" she asked with innocent sincerity. "Yes, just exhausted from the day. Why don't you and Frank go eat in the restaurant downstairs? I'll make sure Kestrel gets something to eat,” Kellen suggested. "Frank is right outside the door." "He is?" Mallory pulled the door open in amazement. "Sorry, didn't realize you were there or I would have come out and kept you company,” the sweet but naive young model replied. "Little one, I'm guarding you. You are not supposed to keep me company, but Kel is taking over, so let's go find a bite to eat,” Frank said, feeling more like a father than a bodyguard. "I hear the restaurant below has a wonderful lo-carb menu,” he said chattily as she grabbed her handbag and followed him to the elevator like an adoring puppy. Kellen had to smile. Mallory was one homesick little girl and Frank's fatherly persona was just what she needed. Kellen wondered what ever possessed a sweet little farm girl like Mallory Harper to hook up with the “dragon-lady.” Kellen waited fifteen minutes for Mallory and Frank to reach the restaurant below and then he took the elevator to the lobby. He wasn't sure where to even begin to look for Kacie. Fortunately,

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Finding Kacie janitor's closet. He quickly locked the door, then spying a low step-stool, he lifted a foot to it and sent Kacie sprawling face down over his raised thigh. "Kellen, stop!" she gasped. "You promised never to spank me for doing my job." "I'm not" *Smack* "spanking you for doing your job, Kacie." That first hard swat took her breath away, but before she could completely catch it, it was followed with a volley of similarly hard swats. "I'm spanking you for throwing a two-year-old temper tantrum while on the job,” he continued as he blistered her bottom with smack upon even harder smacks. Kacie made a sincere attempt to stay quiet as she wanted no one to know what was going on, but she wriggled like a prize fish on a stringer. All that did was cause some of Kellen's hard swats to hit her tender uncovered thighs. Then he stopped briefly and reached across her body. From her dangling position over his thigh, she couldn't see what he had picked up. "Now we will address the issue of unnecessarily putting yourself in danger while on the job. I believe I promised to spank you if you ever did that,” he assured her. "What are you talk ....” Kellen cut her off mid sentence, "Let's see now, climbing out a twelfth story window, and dropping to the next floor via a bed sheet for seven nights. Two floors, seven nights equals fourteen swats. That should do it,” he said. Kacie relaxed she could handle fourteen more ... "Oww!" she screamed, as the back of a plastic handled whisk broom bit into her bottom. Right cheek, left cheek, crown, lower slopes and sit spots. Kellen made two complete passes then ended with the last hardest two swats on her sit spots causing her to arch up almost off his lap. She was sobbing and not even trying to stop when he pulled her to him for a comforting hug. "Sweetheart, don't you know I would die too if anything happened to you?,” he said giving her shoulders a light shake, then pulling her close for a near bone crushing hug. “I can accept danger as part my job. I can even accept danger as being part of you job. But to unnecessarily put yourself at risk is not acceptable. Do you understand?" he said, stroking her long silky hair as well as her throbbing bottom. "Now you had best go wait for Sydney Croft and if you expect any mercy at all from Dennis you'll treat her with respect." Kacie nodded and let Kellen lead her out of the closet back to Sydney Croft's office. The sight that greeted Dennis Jones and Sydney Croft when they returned from their lunch was that of a contrite young woman

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Finding Kacie genuine smile that transformed her from a glowering shrew to a reasonably attractive woman. "Oh yes Ma'am I'll be sure to go easy on that six foot eight inch, three hundred pound Swedish weight lifter,” Kacie smiled rolling her eyes as she left. The rest of the week passed without incident and without any significant findings. Kellen let Kacie continue her training with Sensei Li, but now he accompanied her. He even served as her attacker one night. Armed with an actual knife, he had attacked her over and over, almost cutting her once. He insisted she take the Friday before the fashion show off and Sensei Li agreed. She needed to rest both physically and mentally. Even Sydney Croft went easy on the girls. Brittanie Preston had done her part by becoming ill that Friday afternoon causing utter panic in the staff and glimmers of hope from some of the other models. That evening Kacie and Kellen had room service deliver pizza and beer for Kellen, diet sprite for Kacie. Kellen just shook his head. Women and their diet pop while they ate junk food. He would never understand it. They each finished off a large pizza. Actually, Kellen finished his and a third of Kacie's. Then they snuggled together on the sofa to watch some rented videos Kacie had ordered. Kellen was expecting chick flicks so was surprised when they watched Seven, The Usual Suspects, and ended the evening with The Silence of the Lambs. It was one o’clock in the morning and Kacie was still wound tighter than a bowstring. Kellen tried to get her to go to bed, but she refused point blank saying she wouldn't be able to sleep, so what was the point. Kellen decided she needed a little help. At first, she protested the spanking saying she hadn't done anything to deserve it, but the spanking was not that hard and she found herself starting to relax. Then Kellen picked up the hairbrush but still used relatively light smacks. Gradually the smacks became harder, The more she relaxed the harder and faster they became until suddenly the flood gates opened and she released a full two weeks of pent up stress all over the beautiful comforter. Kellen pulled her onto his lap and moved to rest against the headboard. She sobbed until she had no more energy and finally ... she slept.

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Finding Kacie warning signals to his brain. But unfortunately, it wasn't always a great communicator so his brain didn't know what to fear. And to top it off, Kacie appeared to be far from her best, just what they needed with an unknown psychopath on the loose. "I don't know why Kestrel should get to wear the Vera Wang gown. By rights, Tiffany or even Ebony should wear it. They have both been here longer,” Amber said shrewishly. "It's just not fair,” she whined. Before Keith Richards could shove a much-needed gag in her mouth, Sydney Croft spun around. "Life isn't fair, Amber. Kestrel will wear the Vera Wang gown because I say she shall. Anyone who has a problem with that can pack right now." Sydney could ill afford to lose Amber but she tolerated no sass from her models. Amber huffed off muttering "It's your loss, Sydney." Keith Richards looked at the small round bottom with an urge to smack it soundly. Kacie and Kellen continued on to wardrobe with an obviously flustered Andre Lafitte. Kacie had seen the exquisite gown. Now she was to be fitted in it. She patiently allowed Vince and Lucille Cartier to poke and prod her until she was ready to scream. Finally, the luminescent blue gown with the open back fit her perfectly. "Look miss," Lucille Cartier said turning Kacie to face the three-way mirror. She was amazed at the sight that greeted her. It was indeed her image but like she had never seen herself before. She knew the addition of appropriate make-up and an updo would make her look as exquisite as the gown she wore. Kellen's appreciation was obvious as well. Kacie was filled with pride. She looked in the mirror again and saw not only herself, but also Andre Lafitte and the look of unadulterated hatred on his face shook Kacie to her core. She was about to tell Kellen what she had discovered during the night when she was ushered off to the hair salon for another round with Victor Lapinski. *** Nathan Whitmore woke at his usual time of 6:00 a.m. or so he thought. "Honey bunch turn off the alarm will you please?" he said to his wife. "I turned off the alarm fifteen minutes ago. That sound you here is your computer talking and it woke me up about 5:30,” she said slightly miffed. "Hurry Helen, help me into my chair. If Mortimer is putting out

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Kate Bullis an alarm, it means someone has hacked into a database they do not belong in. It could be a matter of national security. For God sakes hurry woman!" Nathan Whitmore shouted. Helen had never seen her husband so flustered but then she didn't understand much about national security and she liked it that way. As quickly as possible, she used the three inch wide heavy transfer belt to get her husband into his wheel chair. He could do the rest on his own. They used to have a bar he could pull himself up with but his abdominal muscles were so strong he sat up in bed one day and knocked himself out with it. Nathan quickly made his way to his computer, Mortimer. It took him about ten minutes to find out who had gotten into where and when he got his hands on his Goddaughter she would know the full extent of his displeasure that was if she wasn't dead first. "Helen, get Noah on the phone. Use my cell. Hit speed dial 10. Tell him to get here as soon as possible. Tell him Kacie's life might be at stake." "What?" Helen schreeched. "Just do it, woman!" Nathan Whitmore shouted dressing as quickly as possible. That was twice Nathan had shouted at her in two minutes. Nathan never shouted. Noah Clayton was at his doorstep within eighteen minutes, not bad time for a drive that was supposed to take thirty minutes. "Nathan what is going on? Helen scared the daylights out of Mary Cate; something about Kathryn being in danger. Well obviously, there is some risk. She is undercover trying to catch a ... She knows who it is doesn't she?" "I think she might. I won't know for sure until I can access Marti myself. She was in some data bases this morning she had no business being in.” “Don't worry I made sure her presence was completely removed. She can thank me after you blister her." Nathan prattled on as Noah efficiently loaded him into his handicap accessible van. "I'll drive" Noah said. "I can get us there faster." This one time Nathan didn't argue. Noah put the siren on top of the van and put the pedal to the metal. *** Kacie had her hair, make-up, and first outfit ready by 10:00 a.m. The actual event didn't start until 1:00 p.m. but there was a full dress rehearsal first. Kacie made it through the first two changes without incident. She thought Lafitte would have a cow before the third round of dresses. Amber Tarrington was

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Kate Bullis you overreacting to a haircut and shooting my stylist!" "I have not slept normally in two weeks, Ms. Croft. Victor's neck massage relaxed me enough that the exhaustion took over. I am sorry Ma'am. It will be fine. Call him back. I don’t want the show to be ruined because of me." "It won't be. Victor was always my second choice. Andre, make the call. Offer as much money as he wants, but have Tony Perelli here by twelve sharp. Grovel if you have to." Sydney missed Dennis Jones’ subtle nod to Sharon Osgood. Perelli would be there. “Ok ladies, there is a light lunch waiting in our private dining room. I expect you all ready to go in your first outfits by 12:45. No exceptions!" Sydney eye balled each and every model and their respective bodyguards. Kacie was too nervous to eat. Kellen looked at her speculatively. "Kacie is there something you want to tell me?" *** Nathan Whitmore and Noah Clayton finally arrived at Kacie's hotel room at noon. An accident on Interstate 95 had stopped traffic for over two hours. Once Nathan showed his badge and Noah showed his weapon, the Hotel Manager let them into Kacie's suite. After a brief look in the living room the without finding her laptop, the two men entered the bedroom. "Oh sweet heavens, Nathan, look at this. It says Andre Lafitte is an alias for Jean Perot. Interpol has a file on him a foot ..." "Yes Noah, it is all right here. That's what set off Mortimer's alarm. Kacie illegally accessed the Interpol database. It says here Perot/Lafitte was fired by a major European modeling agency for trying on their designer gowns and assaulting a model. He also has charges for assaulting a model on the runway in Athens in 1995. If you go back further you will find he was passed over for modeling school in 1990 and denied a sex change due to mental instability in 1992 and 1993." "How did he get past our background searches, Nathan? How?" Noah asked, fear for his daughter gripping his heart. "Apparently Perot had extensive cosmetic surgery in 1998 and changed his name to Andre Lafitte. In 1999, he was hired by Croft Modeling and Talent agency. He has been a perfect employee for Sydney Croft for five years, biding his time," Nathan said glancing at his watch. "Noah the time is 12:30, go! I will call Dennis and the Baltimore field office and alert them." Noah Clayton didn't need to be told twice. He knew his

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Finding Kacie daughter. She was a younger, female version of him. He knew she would try to take the monster down by herself. Noah ran down the twelve flights of steps and headed for the lobby, only to be stopped by a highly determined up and coming young security guard. "FBI let me through." Noah barked. "No can do, Sir. There's a big to-do at the conference center. I need to see your ID and security clearance,” the cocky young kid said. "I don't have time for this. There is a psychopath on the loose next door,” Noah stressed. The kid pulled his weapon. "How do I know you are not this psychowhatever? Show me your ID and hand me your weapon." "Tenacious brat!" Noah thought but time was of the essence so he lay down his Glock and pulled his ID from his pocket. "There are you satisfied?" Noah said anxious to get to his daughter. "Just one more minute, Sir, I need to verify this with Agent Jones next door,” the kid said pulling his two way radio from his pocket. *** "No Kellen I have nothing to tell you right now, just a hunch,” Kacie said nervously. "Tell me your hunch then,” Kellen persisted. Kacie jumped nearly a foot when Andre Lafitte's hand came to rest on her shoulder. "There you are Kestrel. Come on you must get ready right now. Sydney will skin both of us alive if you are late. You," he said indicating Kellen, "can stay here. I will take care of her from now on." "With a murdering psychopath on the loose, I think not." Kellen said taking Kacie's other arm. He felt the tension radiating from her and wished he could get her alone. He would force her to confide in him. Kacie was quickly ushered through make-up and hair and into her first outfit. She barely made it to the runway as Sydney finished her opening remarks for the event. Then it was ... show time. All of the agents were on high alert. None of them left their respective models unless they were actually on the runway. Both Kacie and Sydney Croft wore wires. No one was taking any chances; no one except Kathryn Clayton. ***

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Kate Bullis "I'm sorry, all frequencies are busy," the recorded voice said once more. Nathan Whitmore gnashed his teeth. He somehow had to get through to Dennis Jones. Kacie Clayton's life depended upon it. Noah finally lost patience with the young hotel security guard, disarmed him, tied him with his own necktie, and left him in the stairwell. But the maneuver had cost him precious time. He made it to the conference center and saw security people everywhere. He was sure Kellen had told them the Heinz-Kerry party had been warned away from the fashion show. Surely, they wouldn't play fast and loose with the safety of a potential First Lady and her daughters. Noah slipped in a back entrance, dodged one security person, and then he saw Frank. He motioned him over. Frank was surprised to see Noah Clayton surreptitiously enter the conference Center from the service entrance. He looked worried. Noah Clayton never looked worried. Frank rushed to his side. "What's wrong Noah?" Frank asked. "The murderer is Lafitte,” he whispered. "Where's Kacie?" "Hang on, Noah let me alert Artie. He will get word to her and the other agents,” Frank said using his two-way microphone to inform Artie the murderer's identity. "She already knows, Frank. Now where is she?"

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Finding Kacie Chapter Thirteen Kacie hurried to her dressing area for her final change. Lucille and Vince were there to help her with the Vera Wang gown and a much put-upon Tony Perelli was there to style her hair. Maxine did a quick touch-up on her make-up. All of these preparations were made under the watchful eye of Andre Lafitte. Kellen, thinking she was safe in the presence of so many professionals, took the opportunity to use the men's room. "You seem nervous today Kestrel. Modeling isn't as easy as you thought is it?" Andre Lafitte said tightly, ushering Kacie from the room. *** Sydney was thrilled to see the Heinz-Kerry party in attendance after all. Teresa had called her personally and said she would not let her old college friend down. As Sydney was preparing to introduce the last gown of the day, the Vera Wang creation, she saw a look of horror cross Dennis Jones' face. He dashed toward the back of the runway. Sydney politely asked the 1,000 people in attendance to excuse her and she also hurried from the stage . The climax occurred suddenly. As soon as Andre Lafitte and Kacie entered the hallway, Andre saw Kellen step from the men's room. He quickly pulled the large hunting knife from his inside jacket sheath and jerked Kacie's head back. "Stop where you are. I won't hesitate to kill her. I've killed five other times,” Lafitte confessed. "They all think they are better than me. They made fun of me. No one would consider that I was the best model in the world. That gown was made for me!” Lafitte screamed clearly over the edge. Dennis, closely followed by an upset Sydney Croft, came from the back of the main auditorium. Dennis turned to stop her but not before Sydney screamed: "Andre! No!" Lafitte turned slightly giving Kacie the room she needed. Clasping her two hands together, she used her full body strength to send her elbow into Lafitte's right side. The knife slashed downward cutting Kacie's chest and upper arm as three shots sounded simultaneously. Kellen's shot caught Lafitte in the chest blowing a four-inch hole in his back. Noah Clayton's shot caught him right between the eyes shattering his skull.

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Finding Kacie "Dr. Burk you're needed in the ER stat!" nurse Krista Miller called into the Doctors' lounge. "Two victims, a stab wound and a gunshot." Claudia swallowed her coffee in one gulp and headed to trauma two on a run. "The bullet entered the left shoulder. It is still inside, Doc,” paramedic Cliff Curtis told Claudia, as she checked over the middle aged man. The paramedics had stripped the clothes from his upper body, started an IV, and were applying direct pressure to a wound in the upper back. "Type and cross match, prep him for the OR and get a chest x-ray AP and LAT. Call in Dave Samson,” Claudia said after a brief exam. Dr. Samson was head of thoracic surgery. "He's already on the way, Doctor." She hurried on to the second victim. The young woman was as pale as the sheet on which she was lying. A beautiful bloodsoaked blue gown clung in ruins to her shapely body. "BP 90/45, doctor, pulse 100. She's lost a lot of blood. The paramedics have two IV's with ringers running full open." "Type and cross match two units of whole blood. Cut that dress off from her and get her into a surgical suite, while I scrub,” Claudia Burk instructed, as she checked for any other injuries. The knife wound was a nasty one and would require many tiny stitches. The EMT's and nurses worked swiftly soon the costly Vera Wang evening gown lay discarded in a heavy plastic biohazard bag. "Doctor, both patients are FBI. There are two other FBI agents in the waiting room covered in blood. Shall I tell them they can get cleaned up now?" RN Barbara Beckstrom asked Claudia Burk as she quickly and efficiently scrubbed. "If you are sure they are not injured, tell them what we are doing, and have them clean up. You may have to find them surgical scrubs if they don't have easy access to clean clothes,” Burk said, thoroughly scrubbed and heading into surgery. Barbara Becker saw the worried expressions on the three people waiting in the ER waiting room. A fourth person was on a cell phone. "I’m Barbara Beckstrom. Dr. Burk asked me to give you an update on Agents Jones and Clayton. The worried Agents quickly gathered around the patient nurse. "Agent Jones is in the OR with Dr. Samson. He is our head of thoracic surgery. At the time he was wheeled into surgery, Agent Jones' vital signs were stable and he had regained consciousness briefly." Sydney Croft sighed in relief trying unsuccessfully to hold back

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Finding Kacie a coral blouse. Her hair was dry compliments of a hairdryer Sharon had remembered to pack. Sharon had even brought Sydney's make-up kit. While physically refreshed, the horrors of the afternoon had obviously taken its toll by the haunted look in the Talent Agent's hazel eyes. Another half hour had passed and Kellen was about to search out some answers on his own, when the waiting room door opened to admit a frantic Mary Catherine Clayton, a similarly worried Jeff and Lily Clayton and two other people Kellen did not recognize. Before introductions could be made, Dr. David Samson walked into the room. "Are Agent Jones' relatives present?" he asked scanning the room. "I'm his son, Darian, and this is my sister, Marissa," a man near Kellen's age responded. "What can you tell us about our father's condition, Doctor?" Sydney Croft who had moved to the background after the children appeared edged a bit closer. Dr. Samson continued. "I was supposed to find someone by the name of Syd. Agent Jones specifically mentioned ..." "I am Sydney Croft, Dr. Samson. I was with Agent Jones when he was brought in." Her words belied a close relationship, but her eyes spoke volumes to the astute doctor as he noted the hostile looks given to her by Dennis Jones' children. "Agent Jones was quite fortunate for someone who has been shot. It was a small caliber bullet. And before you ask Agents, yes we followed protocol to the letter. The bullet is intact and in a sterile bag." The Agents in the room nodded their appreciation. The bullet would be needed to convict Victor Lapinski. Even with several eye-witnesses present, you could never have enough physical evidence. "As to his injuries,” Samson continued, "the bullet entered the upper left shoulder just between the clavicle and the spinal cord. It traveled downward at an angle where it lodged in his sternum." "And that is fortunate how, Doctor?" Sydney Croft asked fear making her voice sound sharper than she intended. "Fortunate in the fact it did not enter the heart or the lungs. Nor did it puncture the spinal cord in any way. While this injury will take some time to heal and will be very uncomfortable for a while, barring infection it should not be life threatening." Dennis' two children breathed a sigh of relief then rounded on their former Aunt. "And just what are you doing here, Aunt Sydney?" Marissa Jones-Kennedy asked unable to keep the antagonism totally out of her voice. Nathan Whitmore rolled his wheel chair between the two

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Kate Bullis women and replied, "Your father was part of the team working to protect the models of your aunt's agency from a psychopath. In other words, Marissa, he was doing his job." Best to let Dennis explain the full nature of his and Sydney's relationship Nathan thought to himself. Before the Jones children could voice any further complaints, Dr. Claudia Burk walked in. Kellen was on her in an instant. "You are the overbearing Neanderthal I presume," the doctor said to Kellen with a twinkle in her eyes and laughter in her voice. "Agent Clayton asked me to tell you not to worry. You weren't getting rid of her that easily." Claudia was careful not to add the patient had then turned and vomited into an emesis basin. "I expect Agent Clayton to make a full recovery. However, the wound she sustained was very severe. She is very lucky the attacker missed her throat or the knife could have easily severed her head,” she said clinically not realizing until she heard the stifled scream that Kacie's family was there. Kellen took over immediately. "Luck had nothing to do with it, Doctor. Agent Clayton spent hours of her personal time learning specifically how to defend herself against this type of attack and how to minimize injury. It is her skill and dedication to her work that saved her life,” he finished. "I'm sure your skill had a great deal to with it as well, doctor,” Noah Clayton interjected offering the physician his hand while keeping the other firmly around his wife's quaking shoulders. "Please tell us the exact nature of her wound." "The knife entered Agent Clayton at the top of the sternum, slashed downward on the diagonal across the very top of her right breast. It then continued onward deeply slicing the right tricep and nicking the brachial artery. Fortunately for Agent Clayton, one of you had the presence of mind to clamp down on that artery and shut it off or she would have bled out before the paramedics arrived." Noah Clayton inwardly cursed the young doctor's bluntness as his wife dissolved into tears against his chest. At the same time, he offered silent thanks for Kellen Kincaid's automatic response to that artery. He didn't think Kellen even realized he had stuck his thumb on that artery and closed it off while he used his long left arm as a clamp to put pressure across Kacie's bleeding chest. "As it is, the blood loss was significant. We gave her two units of whole blood, repaired the artery and the muscle, and closed the wound. It took three layers of stitches in some areas to completely close the gash. Agent Clayton has over one hundred stitches in her chest and arm and may require subsequent plastic surgery, but if she follows instructions and the wound does not

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Finding Kacie become infected, I expect a full and rapid recovery. Both agents are in outstanding physical shape which will shorten recovery time considerably,” Dr. Burk finished. "Thank you for everything Dr. Burk. When can we see her?" Mary Cate Clayton asked finally getting her emotions under control. "She should be in her room shortly. I must warn you she will be heavily medicated for a few hours and will require fairly strong pain medication for a couple of days. She may not be totally 'with it' when you see her but that will be the narcotics talking." She didn't add that it would probably be quite fun as patients taking heavy narcotics often said very silly things. She still shook her head over Agent Clayton talking about how her “overbearing Neanderthal partner would probably spank her.” Kacie slowly opened her eyes. Her brain felt all foggy but at least the god-awful pain was gone. It took her a moment to remember she was in a hospital. She saw the dark wavy-haired head resting beside her left shoulder ... Kellen. "Hi handsome,” she croaked through her dry throat "guess the wedding will have to wait a while,” she said, then promptly vomited into the basin her mother hurriedly stuck under her chin. "Oh hi, Mommy," she said then fell back to sleep. Mary Cate Clayton merely shook her head. Her daughter had not called her “mommy” since puberty. "Welcome to the family, bro" Jeff Clayton said with a laugh, giving Kellen a good clap on the shoulder. "Do be careful, Jeffrey,” his mother admonished, "Agent Kincaid looks ready to keel over and Noah, Sugar, you don't look much better. Jeffrey go out and see if they can't bring in a couple of those sleeper thingy's,” Mary Cate said, her Southern accent more pronounced with her worry. Jeffrey Clayton rushed to do his Mother's bidding. When he returned, he badgered his parents into having supper in the hospital cafeteria before he and Lily took their leave. No one could budge Kellen Kincaid. Mary Cate ordered him a to-go meal from the cafeteria and insisted he eat every bite. The nurses had tried to wake Kacie to eat a liquid meal but she could not keep her eyes open. About 7:30 p.m., Kacie did awaken long enough to sip some juice and eat a bit of Jello. With Kellen and Nurse Beckstrom’s help, she walked the short six feet to the bathroom but her strength gave out on the way back and she became dizzy. Kellen lifted Kacie into his arms and placed her gently in the bed leaving Nurse Beckstrom to deal with the IV's and medication pump. Kacie tried to visit with Kellen and her parents but eventually drifted back to sleep.

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Finding Kacie Chapter Fourteen Mary Cate Clayton was beside herself with worry. She should have known better than to go to the grocery store and leave Kacie unattended. To say her daughter was a difficult patient would be like saying the Pacific Ocean was a puddle. The note she had left said simply: Mom, I am bored out of my mind, going in to work. Don't worry. I'll stay at the apartment. Thanks for everything. Love, Kacie Don't worry? How she was not supposed to worry? The child had only been home from the hospital for two days. She could only use one arm as the injured one was bandaged to her chest to keep her from misusing it. She was supposed to take a full two weeks off from the bureau and then go back half days while receiving physical therapy. She could barely stay out of bed a few hours at a time without becoming exhausted. And how was she going to drive 45 minutes in DC traffic with one hand? Of course, Noah was on the job goodness-knows-where. Jeff was teaching at school. Where was that business card Kellen had given her when he had brought Kacie to their house from the hospital? He had said "Call me if Agent Brat does something stupid." This definitely qualified as stupid, Mary Cate thought as she dialed the number, but it went right to Kellen's voice-mail. Next, she dialed FBI headquarters and was transferred to Marcia Samson. No, Kacie hadn't made it there yet but Marcia would be watching for her. Kacie was rapidly regretting her impulsive decision to go in to work today. Perspiration beaded her forehead as she tried to maneuver through Washington DC traffic with one hand. The steadily increasing rainfall was not helping either. She breathed a deep sigh of relief when the parking ramp to the J. Edgar Hoover building came into view. She showed the attendant her ID and parked in the first available space. Even the parking garage attendant noticed her somewhat grayish pallor and asked if she was ok. Of course, Kacie assured them she was. She had more difficulty getting past security. "Kacie you look like shit, girl," Hirum Mitchell, the large black guard at the security desk said. "You know you weren't supposed

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Finding Kacie cowboys. Kellen could not understand what was wrong. He was certainly big enough, he hadn't shaved in two days, and his Wranglers fit him like a glove, hugging his well-muscled backside with a silent invitation to anyone looking. His hat and boots were just worn enough to be authentic. After all, he had been a wrangler on his Uncle Roy's Ranch in Montana for a couple of summers. He felt the vibration from his cell phone for a third time. Certainly, everyone at the agency knew he was undercover. Why was he getting all of these phone calls? Deciding that answering a cell phone was a perfectly normal thing to do while standing at a bar, Kellen pulled the device from his shirt pocket and looked at the calls; two from the Bureau and one from MC Clayton. You don't suppose ... She wouldn't be that stupid would she? Dumb question, of course she would. Well if, as he thought, Kacie had gone into work she would have him to deal with, just as soon as he seduced the information out of Johnny Branson. Just the thought made his skin crawl. "Mr. Branson will see you now,” the little accountant-type man in the round glasses said. Show time. *** "Kacie, do you want to end up back in the hospital?" Joe Kowalski asked patiently. He was about the only person on the fifth floor of the Hoover building with any patience left. "Of course not, Joe, but I might as well be bored sitting here as at my apartment. At least here I might be able to give a useful opinion or pick-up a piece of information someone else misses,” Kacie said logically. "Thanks for the confidence, Little Girl,” Artie Hamlin growled. Kacie smiled. Artie only called her "Little Girl" when he was pissed and since she could almost see the steam rising from his bald head it was a pretty good guess that he was. Joe's cell phone rang. It was a very annoyed Dennis Jones, "Tell Agent Clayton if she wants a job to come back to she will go home immediately." The phone went dead with a decisive click. Well, that was short and to the point. Joe thought, but then Dennis Jones was never one to mince words. "Ok, kiddo, here's the deal,” he said to Kacie compassionately. "That was the Chief on the phone, and I quote 'Tell Agent Clayton if she wants a job to come back to she will go home immediately' end quote. So I guess the question is how badly do you want to remain an FBI agent?" "Oh all right I'll go and I'll stay there for today, but I'm not

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Finding Kacie ring box from his jacket pocket and dropped down one knee. "Agent Brat, I have loved you since the day I met you. I can think of no other person I would rather spend the rest of my life with. Would you do me the great honor of becoming my wife as well as my partner?" His eyes never wavered from hers. His voice never faltered. Kacie was at a loss for words but not for tears. They started to fall profusely from her eyes as she looked from Kellen's eyes to the beautiful half carat, princess cut, diamond solitaire and back. She simply said "mine" as she held out her left hand for him to slip the ring on her finger. It was a perfect fit. "Yours, always and forever,” he replied. He rose from his genuflection and sat beside her on sofa pulling her onto his lap. "I love you,” he whispered, nibbling the side of her neck. "I love you too,” she said, shyly for the first time. He held her close for a while savoring the moment before finally saying, "But you are still going to be paddled for this last bit of idiocy." Kacie just sighed, “um hm,” and snuggled closer. *** Halfway through the trip from Washington DC to Minneapolis, Kacie lifted her head from Kellen's shoulder and said out of the blue, "You know Agent Brute, you cannot just paddle me any old time you feel like it." "Of course I can,” Kellen replied with a smile. "I'm ten inches taller and over one hundred pounds heavier,” then he became serious. “But I won't. I will always have a valid reason when I spank you and the way you are going lately you have given me plenty of reasons to blister your bottom." "I was dong my job,” she all but shrieked. Heads turned throughout the plane. "Hush love, you are drawing attention. Anyway, that reason doesn't wash. Your job is to share any information you find that may have bearing on a current investigation. You could have awakened me when you first found out about Lafitte. You could have said something on the way to the conference center. You could have told me at lunch. There was any number of times you could have told me. For that matter you could have told anyone on the team even Sydney,” he finished. "And just how much difference would it have made. I would still have had to provoke an attack to get proof,” she insisted. "Perhaps, but we would have had a plan in place. I certainly wouldn't have chosen the time I did to use the men's room. There would have been at least another agent outside the wardrobe room. We would have had a sharpshooter in place. We might

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Chapter Fifteen No sooner had Kacie and Kellen entered the baggage claim of Twin Cities International Airport's Charles Lindberg terminal, than Kellen was grasped in the exuberant embrace of a red-haired man slightly over six feet in height. His glorious red hair was too wavy to be curly but too curly to be truly considered wavy. His eyes were a brilliant grass green and across his nose was a light dusting of freckles. Different coloring aside, it was obvious to Kacie that this was one of Kellen's brothers. The open affection between the two men attested to a close fraternal relationship. "Kevin, may I present my beautiful fiancée, FBI Agent Kathryn Clare Clayton. Kacie this is my little brother and Firefighter/Paramedic extraordinaire, Kevin Kincaid." Kacie thought she saw a brief glimpse of pain cross Kevin's face but it was quickly replaced with that winning Kincaid smile as he swept her up in a bear hug and twirled her around. "Welcome to the family, Agent Brat. How did this big old hairy bear of a brother of mine ever entice such an exquisite beauty as yourself into becoming his wife?" Kevin said with relish. Kacie gave Kevin a look then turned to Kellen and said "He's almost as good at ass-kissing as your are. Teach him did you?" Kevin convulsed with laughter. After recovering his composure somewhat, he quickly picked up Kacie's bag and insinuated himself between her and Kellen. "Brother, I think you have met your match and I couldn't be more delighted,” he said, trying unsuccessfully to control his laughter. Kellen merely shook his head, picked up his younger 6'1" 185lb well muscled brother under the armpits like a small child, luggage and all and set him to the side. Then he captured Kacie's arm in his and continued to the car. "So where are Sar and the munchkins?" Kellen asked his younger brother referring to his wife and four small children. "Our mini-van can only seat six comfortably with the four car seats and considering Kacie's injury, we thought it best for me to drive you up to the folk's today and then all of us would come up to the get-together on Sunday. Keira and her kids are already home. You need to talk to her big brother or rather, she needs to talk to you,” Kevin said seriously and was that a touch of sadness Kacie detected in his tone? "I'll be sure to set aside some 'Big Brother' time, Kev, for everyone,” he replied meaningfully. So that had been pain Kacie saw flash across Kevin's face at the airport. Kellen surely bore a

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Kate Bullis lot on those broad shoulders. Kacie slept most of the two-hour drive. She marveled that it was still light when they reached Kellen's parents' home. A wrought iron sign proclaiming "Shandonbell Farms" arched over the entrance to the driveway. On one side of the words was a horse jumping a fence. On the other side was a dog jumping a fence. The first sound that greeted her was massive barking. Kellen let out a piercing whistle and the barking stopped for the most part. "Not all the pups are whistle trained yet,” he explained. "Mom raises and trains Shelties, Border Collies, and Australian Shepherds. She obedience trains, show trains, and agility trains. I think she likes the agility work the best,” Kellen explained. "Kateri and Keenan do most of the horse showing now that Keira and I are gone." Kellen was enthusiastically greeted by a black and white border collie. "Kacie meet Shandonbell’s Border Rogue." Kellen was down on his knees petting his longtime friend when a toddler's shriek rent the air. It was followed by a Mother's request for assistance. "Catch him!" Keira Kincaid McCrae shouted as a totally naked black-haired, blue-eyed little cherub came streaking around the corner of the house. Kevin quickly darted forward and scooped the wriggling little boy up in a football hold. "Me let go Unca Kevi" the little boy shrieked, "Me let go!" "Don't you dare let him down," Keira said striding purposely toward her brother while nursing an infant at the same time. "No worries, Sis, Lady Godiva's little brother is going nowhere. Now where would you like me to put him?" he asked with that engaging Kincaid smile. "In the house, please," came the grateful reply. "Not exactly how I intended to meet my Big Brother's fiancée,” Keira said wearily. Kellen put a comforting arm around his sister. "Like Kev said, Hon, there is nothing to worry about. You and Kacie look about the same for wear right now. Let's get you both inside." Kacie's eyes scanned the exterior of the large brick house with white shutters. It was similar to Kellen's home but considerably larger. Large urns adorned the front steps. They held something that looked like Shamrocks but different. "Shandon bells,” Kellen informed her as he held open the large oak door allowing the women to precede him. "Mom has chicken noodle soup simmering on the stove and homemade bread in the oven,” Keira said, finally giving Kacie a welcoming hug. "I'm not always this not-together,” Keira insisted, quickly disengaging the nursing infant and hastily buttoning her

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Finding Kacie blouse. "Yes she is," mouthed Kevin Kincaid over her head. Keira not one to miss much punched her younger brother lightly in the arm. "See if you can get him to go to the bathroom," she added. "I am the resident expert on potty training little boys. Consider it done, Sis." Kevin took the still squirming Noah McCrae to the downstairs bathroom. "This is Nora,” Keira said thrusting the now-sleeping infant into Kacie's good arm. "She is 3 months old. And the angel on the piano is Naomi. She will turn five September. She has her Uncle Kellen's talent for the piano." The little girl gave the newcomer a shy wave and then returned to her Haydn sonata. Sitting as still as sentinels to the entrance of the kitchen were two Australian Shepherds. Both of them eyed Kacie with joyous anticipation, their tails making a happy thumping sound on the beige tiled floor, but neither of them moved to approach her until Kellen had seated Kacie at the round antique oak kitchen table and said 'release'. The two dogs immediately came to Kacie to be petted but neither tried to jump on her. "Sweetheart, meet Shandonbell's Aussie Lady #2 and Shandonbell's Aussie Bloke,” Kacie took an immediate liking to the kindly-eyed Lady. Lady was obviously a very old dog and was also obviously nursing a litter of pups. "Where are her babies?" Kacie asked. "They are in there kennel outside,” a petite woman of five feet two inches with a very compact curvy body and the most beautiful cinnamon hair said. "She was not supposed to get pregnant at her age but these things do happen occasionally." "Kacie, Sweetheart, this is my mother, Colleen Kincaid. Mom this is the love of my life, Kacie Clayton,” Kellen said with great pride. "Mother? This woman is your Mother? I thought she was younger sister, Kateri." Kacie said not even trying to hide her shock. "How old were you when you gave birth him, Six? Seven?" "And she called me an ass-kisser,” Kevin Kincaid said walking into the kitchen with a now dressed Noah McCrae. "Language, Kevin,” Colleen Kincaid said firmly. "I was twenty-two when I gave birth to Kellen. God and my beautician have been kind to me over the years,” she said with a laugh, as she walked to the sink and washed her hands thoroughly. Then she ladled three large bowls of soup and placed a loaf of fresh honey-wheat bread on the table. "There is fresh raspberry pie and homemade vanilla ice-cream for dessert." "I think I've died and gone to heaven, Mrs. Kincaid," Kacie

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Kate Bullis said. Colleen Kincaid turned around in a circle as if searching for something then said finally, "Oh you were talking to me. I thought my mother-in-law had come to visit. Please, call me Colleen." The back door opened again to admit a very tall young woman who looked just like Kellen only with hazel eyes. She was followed by an even taller young man, who looked exactly like Kellen just younger. Kacie gave Colleen Kincaid an astonished look and said, "Do you clone them?" Colleen Kincaid's tinkling laughter filled the room. "No, I assure you all of my children were created in the traditional manner." Just then, an older image of Kellen walked into the kitchen from the front of the house. The man was just a bit shorter and a bit heavier than Kellen with the same thick, brown-black, wavy hair, only his had touches of gray interspersed throughout. He bore Kellen's same easy smile and his dark brown eyes were full of laughter. "They most certainly were,” Daniel Kincaid said as he walked up and clasped his hands around his wife's middle, "and was it ever fun,” he added with a wicked evil grin which caused his pretty wife to blush furiously. "Daniel, behave!" she hissed. He kissed the base of her ear. Then straightening to his full height, Dan Kincaid walked over and gave Kacie a welcoming hug. "I am so glad Kellen brought you to stay with us." "You are sure I won't be imposing?" she asked. "Imposing? This house is entirely too quiet with only two children living here. It will be a pleasure to have another woman to talk to,” Colleen Kincaid responded. "Of course, you are here to rest,” interjected Kellen firmly, "and these two women have a tendency to work from morning until night." "Just my type of people,” Kacie said saucily, her look daring Kellen to dispute her comment. "Well it is bedtime now,” said Colleen. "There will be plenty of time in the morning to show you around. Kateri please show Kacie to her room. I know Kevin would like a private word with Kellen." "As would I, if he has time later,” added Keira McCrae rocking her infant daughter in her arms. Kellen sighed dramatically, "An older brother's work is never done,” and then he added a "Thank God," under his breath. Kellen gave Kacie a soft brush of his lips across her forehead. "Sweetheart, head up to bed. I'll be up to tuck you in as soon as we're finished talking."

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Finding Kacie "Mygosh, what time is it?" she asked clearly astounded. "Not quite 3:00 p.m.,” he said. "Three? I have slept the entire day away. How could you let me do that? Your family will think I'm a lazy bum. I have to ..." Lady barked with concern. "Settle down, Love,” Kellen said, walking to the bed and sitting down on the edge. "You're upsetting Lady. You needed the rest and my family was all well aware of that fact even if you weren't. Now stay here for a minute and I'll send Keira up to give you a hand dressing. Don't even bother to argue,” he said putting a finger to her lips as she opened her mouth to do just that. Then he gave a short whistle but Lady stayed precisely where she was, giving Kellen a looked that dared him to force her out. "What have you done to my Mother's dog? She has always been the best trained dog on the farm,” Kellen said, his frustration at being disobeyed evident. "Perhaps she has gained wisdom over the years and no longer obeys blindly,” Kacie said sticking out her tongue playfully. "Or maybe she realizes that unlike you she will not be spanked for disobeying,” and with that parting volley he raised his coffee cup in salute and left the room. "Men!” Kacie said to the faithful dog. "How ever do we ladies put with them?" The dog merely bumped Kacie's good hand with her nose in an effort to be petted. A knock came to the door. It was Keira McCrae, as expected, who with the efficiency of her mother helped Kacie to dress in a pair of jeans, a sleeveless top and a lightweight knit poncho. She quickly brushed and braided the long blond hair. While she worked, Keira and Kacie became acquainted. Kacie liked the warm open woman. She felt her pain at her estrangement from her husband. The two women talked like old friends until Keenan burst in and said, "Quit hogging the guest. Mom has dessert on downstairs and the rest of us can't have any without her." Then ignoring Kacie's surprised squeak, he scooped her up and ran down the stairs with her. "You have to forgive my youngest son, Kacie,” Colleen Kincaid said, with a feigned expression of pain. "He does love his desserts." "Don't worry, Colleen, I'll make sure he gets his just desserts,” Kacie said with a wicked grin. At that moment she looked just like Noah Clayton. Everyone laughed. After dessert, Kacie's attention was once again commanded by Lady, who was determined she meet the puppies. It was love at first sight for Kacie. The six and a half week old puppies were gamboling around in a twelve foot square pen.

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Chapter Sixteen Dan and Colleen Kincaid headed quietly to the master bedroom, Lady treading silently in their wake. Dan was surprised when Colleen stopped at the guest room door and opened it for Lady who steadfastly made her way up onto the bed and stretched out beside Kacie. "Since when are the dogs allowed on the furniture, my dear?" Dan asked his wife, arching an eyebrow. "Since this one only has a month or two to live and for some reason feels a need to offer our future daughter-in-law comfort,” Colleen responded looking up at her husband with tears in her eyes. Dan was shocked. Lady was fifteen years old and was more of a family member than a dog. "What is wrong with her?" He asked as they walked into the spacious master bedroom. "Cancer,” Colleen replied as she wearily began to undress. "The vet found it when Lady gave birth. I think she might have euthanized her on the operating table if it hadn't been for the pups. It is in her stomach and intestines. I'm just hoping she will hold on until we can place the puppies and until Kacie leaves." Dan placed a gentle kiss on the top of his wife's head and pulled her close, knowing how much this was hurting her inside. "Let it out Sweetheart,” he said gently. "I can't,” she rasped, her voice harsh with unshed tears. "I've been holding it in for nearly seven weeks and it just won't come out." "Maybe I can help,” her husband said crawling onto the bed. "Come here." He gently offered his outstretched hand to his wife. She grasped it and allowed him to pull her face down over his lap. No words were needed. Both understood this spanking was to help her release. He gently lowered the teal lace panties marveling as always at the firmly sculpted globes beneath. Her work with the dogs caused her to put on several miles a day and her beautifully toned legs and bottom were the beneficiaries. He started slowly, approximately a smack per second, nothing too hard, just a nice steady pace. Gradually he let the spanks fall harder and faster. Her breathing started to speed up in time with his hand. Colleen bit the comforter hard and grasped her pillow tightly with both hands. She was so close, but just couldn't release. Dan stopped long enough to reach the mahogany paddle

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Finding Kacie brush on the end-table. He knew she was close to releasing so he gave her one very hard smack to each sitspot. The floodgates opened. Dan put the brush back, gathered his wife into his arms, and let her cry out all the grief she felt over the inescapable loss of a dear friend. Lady had seen Colleen through some very difficult times. Kacie awoke the next morning with the now familiar warmth of lady snuggled against her back. It was 10:00 a.m. and the rest of the household had been up and about for a few hours. Already she felt Kellen's absence. It had been nine days since her injury and she could straighten her arm enough to dress herself now, though it was still painful. She and Lady headed downstairs to find the rest of the family. The kitchen was empty but a plate of food had been left on the warmer of the stove. She took the plate of fried potatoes, scrambled eggs with cheese and ham to the table. She made herself a cup of tea and sat down to consider her situation. She liked Kellen's family a lot. She really did. But she needed to work. Why couldn't they see that? Now that Rachel's kidnapping and murder was solved, she was devoid of focus. Kellen's family had its own work and activities to deal with each day. They needed her tagging along like they needed an extra appendage. She would spend today watching Colleen work the dogs and helping where she could as she had promised, but tonight her laptop was coming out and she was going to work. Lady, noticing how Kacie was just picking at her food, bumped her hand to get her attention then went to the back door. Kacie rose and followed her outside to the puppies. The four bigger puppies were scurrying about playing with each other but the little male came right to the fence and sat politely waiting for Kacie. "My, what a little gentleman you are,” Kacie said fondly as she reached down and scratched the little pup. She watched as Lady briefly nursed the pups and then headed right back to the gate. Kacie opened the gate for her and was about to leave when Lady went to the group of puppies and literally cut the small male from the group ushering him out of the fence with Kacie. Kacie was unsure what to do when Colleen Kincaid shouted from the agility pen. "It's all right Kacie. I am sure Lady has her reasons. Bring them both here where you can watch me." Kacie, Lady, and Gent, as she now thought of the pup, headed over to the agility field and settled themselves beneath a big Mountain Ash tree. Occasionally, Lady would lift her head

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Kate Bullis when a particular dog or two would run the course but for the most part, she was content to lay with her head in Kacie's lap. Gent alternated between chasing one of Kacie's rolled up socks and sleeping beside his Mother. Once though, the little guy ran out onto the field and tried to follow one of the bigger dogs. The larger Border collie did its best to ignore the small distraction then finally with a frustrated "ruff,” he picked up the little guy by the neck and carried him right to Kacie. The whole episode was very comical. Later in the afternoon, Keenan and Kateri took her for a ride in the buggy. Kacie desperately wanted to ride horseback and she could see Kateri almost ready to cave in, but Keenan just gave her an arched look and said, "Do I have to involve my father in this or are you going to be reasonable?" Kacie stuck out her tongue peevishly but climbed into the buggy. After a delicious supper of Irish stew, Kacie excused herself to go work on her laptop in the bedroom. It was not long before her frustrated cry rent the air and she came stomping back to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Kateri looked at her with concern. Keenan just kept eating his chocolate cake and Colleen continued washing the stew pot. "Problem?" Dan Kincaid asked lightly. "I'll say there is a problem." Kacie huffed. "It seems my Uncle Nathan, probably with the full knowledge of your son, has deactivated all my access codes to my data bases." She stood staring at the teakettle with her arms crossed over her chest willing it to boil. "Kacie for heaven's sake sit down. I wouldn't boil either if you stared at me that way,” Colleen Kincaid said. "Sounds to me like the Bureau is serious about you taking some time off," Dan Kincaid said reasonably. "I wasn't going to work. I was just going to ... research" she said, averting her eyes. Dan laughed, "Right ... have you ever been to South Florida? I hear the swamp land there is quite lovely and reasonably priced." Kacie had the good grace to blush. "Well I think it's wrong for them to disable her computer,” Kateri said forthrightly. The world was still pretty much black and white to the sixteen year-old genius. "They didn't disable it, Sis. They just blocked her from some databases; ones she probably has no business being in anyway,” Keenan said arching that supercilious eyebrow just like his father and older brother. "Kacie,” Colleen Kincaid said cheerfully. "Why don't you have a nice slice of chocolate cake with your tea? Then we can all play Scrabble after supper." Although the suggestion was made with a

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Finding Kacie warm smile, Kacie heard the thread of steel in Colleen's voice and agreed albeit reluctantly. When the rousing game was over, and Kacie had to admit it had been much for fun than she thought it would be, she headed upstairs to her room only to be stopped by Kateri Kincaid on the landing. "Why don't you come up to my lab and bring your laptop?" she said with a conspiratorial wink. "Your lab?" Kacie asked. "Yes, I have an amateur crime lab upstairs,” Kateri said totally seriously. They ascended a second flight of steps to a large attic room that had indeed been turned into a laboratory. On one wall was a state of the art computer. Other diagnostic equipment was set-up throughout the room. "Now let me have a look at Marti,” Kateri said eagerly. Kacie wrapped both arms protectively around her cherished laptop. "Oh puhleeze,” Kateri scoffed, "my IQ is higher than Kellen's and I have much more extensive computer experience. Now do you want to by-pass those blocks or not?" Reluctantly Kacie gave Marti over to Kateri's care. "Now you had best go to bed. My parents are used to me holing up here in the summer, but they might get suspicious if you are up here too. I am not guaranteeing anything but I will try my best,” she said. Then she opened up the laptop and went right to work. Kacie left the room grudgingly and headed to bed. This night both Lady and Gent slept with her. *** Nathan Whitmore rolled into the fifth floor conference room of the J. Edgar Hoover building in a fury. "I suppose you knew about this,” he said accusingly to Kellen Kincaid. "Knew about what?" Kellen asked clearly puzzled. "You mean you didn't help her?" Nathan continued a look of disbelief shrouding his aging features. Noah Clayton came striding in with a Cheshire cat grin on his face. "Don't mind Nathan, Kel. He is just upset because my baby girl managed to outsmart the block he put on her computer." "I did not have a thing to do with that. I didn't know you had put on blocks and even if I had known, I certainly would not have helped her override them. I want her to rest completely too. That is why I took her to my family. My family. That's the answer. I will

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Kate Bullis bet you my next week's paycheck my younger sister, Kateri, reprogrammed Marti for Kacie." "How old is this younger sister of yours?" Nathan Whitmore asked. "Sixteen, but that doesn't matter. She graduated from high school in May after waiting four years for my parents to allow it. She has an IQ over 200 and is an expert with anything requiring technology. She plans on starting college at VCU in Criminal Forensics in September,” he finished, his voice tinged with brotherly pride. "And you think this teen genius sister of yours could break a code that the most sophisticated intelligence agencies in the world cannot?" Nathan asked in amazement. "Quite frankly, yes, but don't worry about Kateri. She is also about as moral as they come. She would only unlock Kacie's computer and go no further. But just to be safe, I'll give my Dad a call and convince him that her behavior was unacceptable," Kellen offered. "You do that,” Dennis Jones said from the conference room door. "National intelligence is not a child's game, Kincaid. I am counting on you to get that point through to both your fiancée and your sister. If you cannot do that, I will take action myself. Is that understood, Kincaid?" "Yes, Sir. I'll take care of it,” Kellen said, with grim determination marking his handsome visage. Dennis Jones had just returned to work the day before and was still a bit gaunt from his ordeal. He had lost thirty pounds. The doctor had wanted him to stay home another week, but Sydney was literally driving him crazy. She had moved in with him the day he came home from the hospital, much to the fury of his children,. He appreciated her caring for him and quite honestly enjoyed their daily sparring matches, but her guilt over his injury was causing her to hover needlessly. The only way he could think to get her to go back to work was to go back himself, but as soon as he walked off the elevator Marcia Samson had started mothering. Maybe he should just give up and go fishing for a week. *** "Right, son, I'll take care of it. You can bank on it,” Dan Kincaid said into the phone receiver while seriously looking first at Kacie then at Kateri. "I know it is a matter of security and is totally unacceptable, Kellen. Rest assured I will deal with your sister. I'm afraid Kacie will have to wait for you." He hung up the phone then pierced his youngest daughter with a stern parental look, "My

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Finding Kacie study ... Now!" Kateri didn't say a word, merely jumped to do her Father's bidding. Kacie gave Colleen Kincaid a panicked look. "Please stop him. I don't want her to get in trouble on my account." "I dare say Kateri knew exactly what she was doing when she did it, whatever 'It' was. She made a conscious choice and will be held accountable for it. She is sixteen years old. It is our job to hold her accountable. You on the other hand are twenty-six and are accountable for your own actions, unless you have abdicated that control to Kellen." Then Colleen got up from the kitchen table and headed out to put the dogs to bed leaving Kacie alone with her thoughts and the growing lump of lead in the pit of her stomach. Guilt kept Kacie awake that long July night. She had gone directly to her room after Kellen's call, hurt that he had not even asked to speak to her. He was probably ashamed of her. Maybe she should just give him his ring back and go home. The sounds of rhythmic slapping emanating from Dan Kincaid's study jolted her from her self-involved thoughts. Mortification of possibly being spanked by Dan herself was the only thing that kept Kacie from bursting into his study and trying to stop Kateri's spanking. Instead, she ran up the staircase to her room and cried herself to sleep. At least she tried to sleep, but even after she had exhausted her supply of tears, sleep eluded her. So it was a very bleary-eyed, sleep-deprived Kacie that padded her way into the Kincaid kitchen Wednesday morning. "Good morning," Dan Kincaid said with a smile from his position in front of the stainless steel stove. "I have French toast, scrambled eggs and bacon this morning. What can I get you?" "I'll just have a cup of tea, thanks," Kacie replied setting the kettle to boil. She sat back down disconsolately waiting for the kettle to boil, only to have a plate containing a half slice of French toast with maple syrup, a tablespoon of scrambles eggs and a quarter of an orange placed in front of her. Before she could get her mouth open, Dan Kincaid said in a voice that brooked no refusal “Eat.” Kacie ate. "Kat is out working the dogs with her Mother. Keenan is working the horses. Kateri was not quite up to sitting a horse this morning,” he said with a smile. "Keenan's girlfriend, Andi, will be joining us for supper. You will love her. She is a riot. She keeps us all on her toes. I'll be in my study working on my book, but perhaps a little later we could go for a walk?" he said with a smile. “Alright," Kacie answered staring at her plate. “Normal,” Kacie thought to herself. "He sounds so very normal." She tried to remember the two times her father had

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Kate Bullis spanked her as a child. Had she been normal the next day? She guessed so but she had been much younger than Kateri and certainly not a genius. After clearing and rinsing her dishes and putting them in the dishwasher, Kacie headed outside with Lady and Gent. Lady made a cursory stop at the puppy pen, but did not bark to go in. Kacie opened the gate and tried to encourage her, but Kateri caught her eye and with a wave motioned her to the agility arena. "The puppies are all spoken for and most will be leaving tomorrow. It is good that Lady is ready to separate,” Kateri said. "All the puppies are spoken for?" asked Kacie her heart in her throat. She had become so attached to little Gent she couldn't imagine not keeping him. "Yes, all of them. Come on. Mom wants you to help work some of the younger dogs this morning. Don't worry about Gent. Lady will keep him out of the way,” Kateri bubbled on completely unaware how she had just pierced Kacie's vulnerable heart. For the next two hours, Kacie helped with obedience training. Colleen even had Kacie put Lady through the training sequence laughing at how little Gent tried to do everything his Mother did. Once more, Kacie felt the hot moisture build up behind her eyes. She should have known better than to become attached to something ... or someone. She skipped lunch and went to her room, selfishly keeping Lady and Gent with her as long as possible. A knock came to the door as she sat rolling a ball across the floor for Gent to chase. "Come in," she bade softly, although she was not anxious for company. She looked up, surprised to see Dan Kincaid in the doorway. He was holding what looked like a book report. "I wanted you to read this. I asked Kateri's permission first,” he said extending the dark blue folder to her waiting hand. "What is it,” Kacie asked with curiosity. "It is Kateri's essay from last night." "Essay?" Kacie asked with a quirk of an eyebrow. "Yes, from the time my children were old enough to sound out words and write letters, anytime they received a significant consequence, they would have to write an essay telling what they did, why it was wrong, who was affected by their negative behavior and what better choice they could make in the future. Of course, the length and content depended upon the child's age at the time. For example, last week my five year-old granddaughter wrote this essay,” Dan said handing her a dirty scrap of paper. "I lid to grama. It wuz rong becuz if yu don't tel the truf no wun wil trust yu. And i made mommy sad. She feeled like a bad mommy becuz i lid. And I mad grama sad cuz she thott she cudnt

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Finding Kacie trust me." "For a five year old, just learning to read and write, that is a pretty good essay. Hopefully she will think carefully before she chooses to lie again. Now the mini-novel in your hand is Kateri's essay from this morning. I think you may find it interesting reading," Dan said with a warm smile and a brief kiss to her forehead. "But I don't understand. I was sure you had sp.." she stopped, flushing with embarrassment. "Spanked her? I did, quite hard as a matter of fact. The spanking says, 'Your behavior is wrong, stop now.' The essay makes you really stop and think about why your actions were wrong, what core values they violated, and who else was affected by them. For example, it never occurred to Kateri when she overrode rode those blocks on your computer that her older brother would be embarrassed in front of his colleagues." Kacie looked up in shock. "You didn't think about that either did you? Kellen was in the room when Dennis Jones and Nathan Whitmore heard about the situation. They made it clear that he was to deal with it or the law would,” Dan said giving Kacie a level look. "I had no idea Agent Jones was back on duty,” Kacie said, horrified at the idea of her superior finding out about the childish rebellion. "Well he was. Anyway, why don't you, Lady, and Gent take a walk down to the millstream and read this. You might want to take a notebook along and jot down some of your own thoughts as well. Kateri will show you how to get there, but mind, take a watch with you and be at the dinner table by 6:00 sharp." It was not a request but a parental edict, pure and simple. "Yes, Sir," Kacie said, shaking her head and smiling. What was it about these Kincaid men that made her submit so easily? Kateri walked with Kacie, Lady, and Gent down the half-mile path to a small stream. There was a perfect mulberry tree beside the stream for Kacie to lean against as she read and wrote. Kateri had brought a basket containing a blanket, a sandwich, a large bottle of water, and an apple. "Are you sure it is ok with you that I read this?" Kacie asked. "Of course it is. You're family now. You would never betray the contents of that essay,” she said, firmly convinced of her words. "I'm not family yet," Kacie rejoined. "Yeah, right, just try telling Kel that,” Kateri said with that look of superior knowledge that only a teenage girl can muster. Then she and Lady headed back down the path leaving little Gent with Kacie.

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Kate Bullis It only took Kacie about forty-five minutes to read Kateri's essay. She marveled at the well thought out and intelligently presented writing. It was sincere and objective at the same time. She was also amazed at the depth of Kateri's honesty and her true reason for helping Kacie. Kateri had merely wanted the challenge of being able to break into an FBI file. The ability to best Nathan Whitmore was her sole reward in all of this. She had no intention of using any of the databases; in fact, she didn't even go in herself. She had simply deciphered the code and removed the blocks. Kacie was amazed. She wondered how many other young geniuses were sitting in prison at that moment for the very same reason. "This essay thing is sort of like doing a fourth step, in a Twelve Step program,” Kacie said to Gent, absently petting the sleeping puppy. She took out a pencil and the notebook Dan Kincaid had suggested she bring along and began to write. She started from the time of Rachel's kidnapping and wrote ... and wrote ... and wrote. Hours passed unaware and still Kacie wrote. Kacie gave a stifled shriek as she was jarred from her contemplative state by a gentle hand descending upon her shoulder. It was Keenan Kincaid, who unbeknownst to Kacie, had been reading all afternoon not more than twenty feet away. "We only have fifteen minutes to get back before supper, but not to worry, Prince can carry all three of us," he said giving the puppy a fond pat. "Let me give you a leg up, then I'll hand you Gent and mount behind you." He did just as he said and soon Kacie was held with a firm arm around her midsection as the large thoroughbred lunged forward into a fast canter. The puppy wasn't too certain he liked this idea and peed down her leg, but she had little time to think as the massive gelding took a three foot fence with little effort. They arrived just in time for Kacie to change pants and Keenan to rub down Prince. Supper was a happy affair with homemade fried chicken (not quite as good as her Mother's but delicious nonetheless), potato salad, fresh fruit, and of course, homemade bread. Kacie didn't know where Colleen Kincaid got her energy. Andi Mason, Keenan's girlfriend, was there as expected. She was intelligent, funny, and totally unintimidated by the alpha males present. Kacie excused herself right after the kitchen was cleaned up. Keenan and Andi had gone out for a late evening ride. The other Kincaids tried to engage her in a game of cribbage, but she told them she had something pressing to do. Kellen called later that night. Nothing was said about the

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Kate Bullis Chapter Seventeen Dan Kincaid was not surprised to see the essay in a maroon folder sitting on his desk the next morning, but the sight of Kacie's laptop took him completely unawares. On top of the computer was a note that read. Perhaps it is time I pursued some other interests.Please take care of Marti for me until I leave. Kacie Dan smiled. The young woman had just taken a huge step forward. Picking up his cup of coffee, Dan sat down to read the essay. Kacie spent all day Thursday working the dogs with Colleen. At 1:00 in the afternoon, Colleen took a shower and changed from her normal khaki shorts and green polo shirt to a pair of crisply pressed khaki trousers, a green and white striped blouse, and a green blazer with the Shandonbell Farms crest on the left-hand pocket. She had four appointments with potential buyers of Lady's puppies. Kacie also changed into khaki slacks and a green polo shirt. She watched as Colleen professionally handled each sale, making sure the potential owners were qualified to own and care for one of her prize show dogs. Kacie's job was to assemble the 'puppy pack' that would accompany each pup. The pack included a leash, collar, bag of puppy food, AKC litter papers, a travel crate, and a small chew toy. Kacie fought back tears as each of the four puppies left. Lady showed concern only as the first one left, and then she took Gent and went back to the house. Kacie kept waiting for the heartbreaking moment that Gent's new owners would arrive, but the time never came. She asked Colleen about it later in the afternoon, but Colleen just shook her head and said Gent wouldn't be leaving until Sunday. Kacie was grateful to have the extra three days to prepare. Everything continued normally until mid-afternoon on Friday. Kellen was due to arrive at 7:00 p.m. that evening and Kacie's stomach was in knots. Even though the past three phone calls had been light and Kellen had been full of and concern, Kacie still was not sure what to expect. She was in the agility arena with Colleen when she finally broached her deepest fears. "Does ... does Dan ..." she stammered. "Does Dan what?" Colleen asked patiently trying to hide a smile. She had a pretty good idea what Kacie wanted to know, but would wait for her to actually voice the question.

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Finding Kacie "Doesdanspankyou?" she asked in a rush. "Yes, he does although now it is mainly for erotic foreplay. There is still an occasional reminder spanking though,” she finished totally at ease. "Reminder spanking?" "Yes, when I first met Danny, I had a lot of negative behaviors that were wreaking havoc with my life. I was a world class Cellist but couldn't find my music most of the time. I could memorize concertos and sonatas, spoke three different languages fluently, but usually had no idea where my car keys and purse were. Dan set out to correct those habits with firm, consistent, loving discipline." "Spanking," Kacie said amazed. "Yes, spankings were often the consequence, but Dan's great gift was seeing what was really needed. For instance, I was never spanked for losing my keys, but I was spanked if my keys were not placed on the key rack every time I came home or in the same pocket of my purse when they came out of the ignition. Dan's goal was, and is, always to work the solution to the problem. Because of that, I very seldom am spanked for discipline anymore." "Have you ever received a 'punishment' spanking?" she asked tentatively? Colleen stopped, her hand on the door of the small refrigerator kept in the dog barn. She grabbed a bottle of water and handed a second to Kacie before responding. "Yes, twice. Once when I foolishly left the oldest four children in the car in their car seats with the engine running while I ran into a convenience store,” she grimaced at the memory. "Of course wouldn't you know the officer who found them just happened to be my brother-in-law, Brady McIntyre? The kids hadn't been in the car for more than ten minutes, not that the length of time matters. I know I was wrong. Anyway, Danny and his bath brush made sure I never considered leaving the kids in the car again ... ever." "You said there had been two,” Kacie urged gently. "Yes, the other one I asked for myself. I had just gotten out of prison …" Kacie started to choke on her water. Gent bounced around her legs yipping in frantic concern. Even Lady uttered a concerned "Ruff" "Prison?" Kacie finally gasped out. "Yes, Kellen was eight, Keira was six, and the twins had just turned four and were now full time students in the local Montessori school. I was trying to get back into shape for concertizing on my Cello. I had my master’s degree and was going for a doctorate so I could teach at the college level. Being married with four young children, going to school full time two hours’ away from home and

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Kate Bullis teaching privately on weekends was very stressful.” She paused, remembering. “It was mid November and we had just had our first big ice storm. It was a stormy Friday night; one of those nights when the weather can't decide whether to snow or rain. Some of my fellow music friends had convinced me to stop for a drink at Schmidty's before going home. I only had two Kahlua and creams and not very strong ones at that, but I'm not a very big person. I was leaving dinkytown for home when I came to a four-way stop. My little red Chevette started to slide on the ice. I over-corrected, slid through the stop sign, and hit a little old lady. She died at the scene. My blood alcohol level was 1.0 exactly. We'll never know if I would have lost control on the ice had I not been drinking. And quite honestly, it doesn't matter either way to Miriam St. James or her family. She is still dead." Colleen's eyes were haunted by the memories. Kacie went to embrace the older woman but Colleen held up a hand to stop her. The two women sat down on the arena floor and Colleen continued. "The judge took into consideration the fact that I had a totally clean record to that point, not even a parking ticket. She also took into account my four young children when she departed from the sentencing guidelines. So instead of the minimum recommendation of two years prison time, she gave me eighteen months, which would come down to a year with good behavior, and a $10,000 fine. I was taken into custody immediately, given only a few minutes to say goodbye to my husband and children. The date was November 21st 1989, just a few short days before Thanksgiving. It was difficult to find much to be thankful about that year.” She paused again, then continued. “I had only one goal in mind my entire time in prison. That goal was to be a model inmate so I could get home in the shortest time possible. I avoided confrontation at all cost. I didn't make friends. I did not want any. I did everything I was told. I ate, slept, worked, read, and wrote. We were only allowed to work a maximum of eight hours a day. The rest of the time, I either read books or wrote letters. I wrote Dan and each of the children everyday. At first, I didn't want the family to visit, but Dan would have none of it. He and at least one of the children came to visit every single visiting day. Dan never missed one. He made sure my individual account at the jail always had enough money in it. I only bought necessities; toiletries, stamps, paper, and phone cards. I was allowed one phone call per night. So every night I made sure I had a new bedtime story written to read to my babies." Tears were falling freely down Kacie's face as she tried to

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Finding Kacie imagine this proud, spirited, energetic woman in prison. She tried to envision what it must have been like for Dan Kincaid trying to hold his family together while his wife was gone. No wonder the Kincaids had such a strong sense of family. "It was not an easy year for Dan either, trying to be both mother and father to four children while working full time. He hired a little, Hispanic woman as a housekeeper. Constanza was more than twice our age and probably equaled our combined weight, but she kept the household running for Danny and that was well worth caring for her in her old age later on. Kellen and Keira were teased at school. It is very hard for an eight year old pianist to hear his mother labeled a 'jailbird' and that was one of the nicer terms. Fortunately Kellen's martial arts Senseis were wonderful and helped all four children but especially Kellen to cope with my imprisonment.” She paused again. The memories were painful. “The week before Christmas of 1989, I contemplated suicide. Then Christmas eve I received a package from home. We weren't allowed much, but letters and pictures were considered safe. Of course, everything was opened and inspected before being given to us. Daniel had drawn a scale drawing of our family room as it would have been decorated for Christmas and the children had worked together to color it. Then they had cut out pictures of themselves, Daniel, and I and had placed them around the tree. The caption read 'All We Want for Christmas 1990'. I knew then I had to keep going. I had to make it home so their Christmas wish could come true. That night when I called them, we sang carols together and I read The Night Before Christmas. I went over my allotted calling time but no one seemed to notice that night. Perhaps it was because I had gathered quite an audience of inmates to listen. “ That year was the longest of my life. I was released from prison November 22nd 1990. I had lost thirty-five pounds, twenty more than I had to lose. The outfit Dan brought for me to wear home literally fell off, but we tied it on with a bungee cord until we could get to the nearest store.” “My brother-in-law drove us home and didn't even seem to notice all six of us sitting together in the back seat. All I could to do for the first week was cry. I was so grateful to be home.” “I kept crying and not eating. The kids couldn't understand. They thought it was their fault. Dan tried to understand but couldn't. The more he tried to reach me the more I withdrew. He went to a support group where someone finally suggested that I was stuck in guilt. One night the guilt finally broke out in a fit of anger. Luckily, the children were at my sister-in-law's. I screamed and raged and threw things. I screamed out my anger at the lost year and my guilt for all I had put them through and how I would

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Finding Kacie Chapter Eighteen The drive from the airport to Kellen's house was passed in silence. A couple of times Kellen tried to hold Kacie's hand but each time she jerked away and withdrew closer to the door. After the third attempt, he breathed a heartfelt sigh and gave up. They stopped for lunch at one of Kacie’s favorite hole-in-thewall restaurants, Big Momma's House, but she merely picked at her French onion soup and spinach salad while he devoured a large bowl of chili, a large order of onion rings, a Big Momma burger with everything on it and a chocolate shake. He wanted to reassure her that she would survive the upcoming punishment but he supposed that was impossible. Some things just had to be lived through. They reached the drive to Kellen's house just as Gent was coming out of his tranquilized state. He was a little wobbly when Kacie put him on the ground to take care of puppy business, but it was only a matter of minutes before he was up to full puppy power. He certainly had energy to run off. Kellen smiled at the puppy's antics as he tried to chase a toy Kacie threw for him and rolled end-over-teakettle. Kacie laughed with delight. Bless that pup. He had done what Kellen could not, taken Kacie's mind off the upcoming session, and made her laugh. He felt a brief pang of jealousy. After thirty minutes of rough and tumble play, the puppy was ready for another nap. He simply keeled over at Kacie's feet. Smiling, she lifted the little guy into her arms and carried him into the house. Kellen had already gone ahead and placed his crate in Kacie's bedroom. There had been no discussion about Kacie moving in with Kellen; it was simply something understood between them. He would not allow her to share his bed before they were married, but she would share his house. It was the only way she could keep Gent. Once the sleeping puppy was settled in his crate, Kacie marched to the kitchen where Kellen was drinking a cup of aromatic coffee and eating a brownie. "Can we just get this over with!" she cried out, her nerves frayed to the point of breaking. "Yes of course, please go change into one of your FBI sleep shirts and meet me in my study,” Kellen responded with what he hoped was an encouraging expression. "Why do I need to change?" she asked genuinely curious. "Because it makes things easier for both of us and you will want a nap after we are finished." "I do not take naps during the day,” she argued. "You will today. Now go,” he said firmly.

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Kate Bullis While Kacie was changing, Kellen readied his study. He took out the three implements he felt would make the best impression and placed them on the coffee table. He took the straight back chair and placed it beside the front of the sofa so that her upper body, especially her injured arm, would be supported by the soft leather while she was over his knee. He did not look forward to this session any more than she did, but it had to be done for them to move on with their relationship. Approximately ten minutes had passed when the tentative knock sounded on his study door. "Come in, Kathryn,” he responded making his voice firm but trying not to be needlessly intimidating. He wanted no doubts that he meant business, but had no desire to scare her. He smiled as she timidly walked in. If he hadn't known better, he would have thought they were role playing. She had put on her bright pink FBI sleep shirt and had put her long ash blonde hair in pigtails that hung down the front of her chest. His heart melted. She looked all of twelve years old. "Come here, Sweetheart,” he said. "I want to be absolutely sure you understand what you are getting into when you become my wife. I am a strong believer in Domestic Discipline. To me that means you are willing to give me authority over certain situations. For example, when you make choices that needlessly endanger yourself, someone else or our relationship you will submit to the consequences I impose. If you are not able or willing to except that, we need to break our relationship now. Any other spanking that occurs, playful, erotic, release that is up to you if you want that in our relationship or not, but I cannot live with a partner that will not accept D/D." "May I decide after this punishment?" she asked tentatively. She wanted this man so much, but she just was not sure if she could do this. "Certainly, in fact I won't ask for a decision until August 15th. That is when we need to have the wedding invitations mailed." "All right, that sounds fair enough," she replied. "Kacie, I always try to be fair, although I'm sure there will be times you won't think I am. This is not a game or a power trip for me. I am not out to control your every move or make stupid, childish rules for the sake of 'being the boss'. I believe with my whole heart that short-term pain makes for long term gain. And I love you enough to act on that belief. So young lady, come to my right side please," he said, his tone turning to iron. Kacie gulped audibly at the “Young Lady” but she obeyed. "He loves me, he loves me, he loves me,” she chanted silently to herself as he helped her over his right knee. He positioned her bottom high and forward. Her upper body and arms rested

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Finding Kacie comfortably on the soft leather sofa cushion. Kellen then gently raised the pretty pink nightshirt over her bottom and folded it across her back at the waist. He hooked his fingers in the pink, French lace panties and pulled them below her knees. Finally, he locked her legs with his right. "We will begin with your warm-up,” he said in a controlled neutral tone. "Warm-up?" "Yes, it prepares your bottom for a more severe punishment and minimizes any bruising that may occur," he replied matter-offactly. Kacie involuntarily clenched her bottom cheeks tightly. "It will hurt less and bruise less if you try to completely relax your bottom,” he instructed. Kacie tried to do as Kellen said and as soon as she released her cheeks, his hard left palm descended upon her right cheek. *SMACKKKKKKKKK!* It sounded like a gunshot. She barely let out a gasp before his hand descended again equally hard on the left side. He got into a rhythm then, sometimes alternating cheeks, sometimes doing a series in the same spot. His tempo was brisk and the smacks became harder as he went along. He continued until her entire bottom and the tops of her thighs were a deep red, two maybe three minutes of continuous spanking. Then he reached for the heavy mahogany-backed hairbrush. "One hundred eleven, Kacie,” he said almost harshly, memory of the mind-numbing helplessness he'd felt overtaking him once more. "One for each stitch they had to put into you. Give me your left hand please." Once he had it secured, he began without further ado. Sets of five spanks in one spot, up one cheek then down the other, each set a little harder than its predecessor. Kacie tried to buck and squirm, but she was held securely by his strong arm and muscular leg. He gave her no pause but delivered set upon relentless set until he reached twenty-two sets, then one final hard smack dead center. Kacie had given up struggling about halfway through and lay sobbing and flinching the rest of the time. Kellen put the brush down after the one hundred eleven smacks and rubbed her back until she calmed down completely. Then he said "Stand up." She obeyed keeping her eyes focused on the floor. "Kacie, look at me," he said quietly. She complied. "You are forgiven for needlessly putting yourself in harms way. Please never do so again. Now, the doctor ordered you to stay home form the Bureau for how many days?"

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Finding Kacie purple bottom before him. He would make this quick. Using just a light snap of his wrist, he quickly delivered twenty-six stinging swats to each cheek and then it was over. Instead of rubbing her back this time he lowered her nightshirt and gently pulled her to her feet then to his chest. He murmured comforting words and kissed her hair until her sobs subsided. "I do not ever want to have to do that again,” he said, tears choking his usually calm voice. "Now go take a nap," he said, giving her one last hug. Kacie's exhausted body was asleep within five minutes. She never felt the seven week-old puppy that scrambled onto the bed and cuddled against her back nor was she aware of the strong body that crawled in beside her and pulled her to rest atop his chest. The harsh ringing of her bedroom phone brought Kacie to semi-consciousness. She first became aware that she was lying on top of Kellen, when she heard him speaking to her Mother. She started to move, but his free arm tightened around her holding her securely in place. "Yes, Mary Cate, we had a good flight. No, this really is not a good night to get together and discuss wedding plans. We are both suffering from a little jet lag and have a lot of things to take care of before Kacie goes back to work half days!" he emphasized giving Kacie a direct look as he continued talking. "Tomorrow? No, tomorrow night isn't good either. Both of us have to get back to work and Kacie will need a few days to get up to speed.” He paused, listening. “Yes, I remember. Yes, I'll make sure she only works half days. Let's plan on Thursday evening for supper and wedding planning. I will make sure she doesn't back out,” he said with a smirk. "And tell Noah, to quit complaining. I'm not sleeping with his daughter ... yet. Yes we love you too, bye." "You can get more words into a conversation with my mother than anyone I know," Kacie uttered in amazement. "Its not easy I assure you. You have to be quite firm with your mother or she'll roll right over you. Lean on your hip and let me out. I'll be right back. Put a couple pillows under your hips while I'm gone," he said with an easy smile. "No ... please?" Kacie gasped blanching totally white. Kellen was beside her in an instant. "Sweetheart, what is wrong?" he asked totally confused. "Please, I can't take anymore," she cried. Realization hit with sudden clarity. "Oh Sweetheart, I am so sorry. The pillows aren't for further punishment. I'm going to put some soothing gel on your bottom. The pillows just lift you a little higher so I can be sure to get every spot. The gel is Arnica. It will

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Kate Bullis help minimize the bruising and will feel soothing to your bottom as well. Then I'll make you an ice pack and we can watch TV in my room.” "Oh, ok,” Kacie said quietly, still mortified with the thought of Kellen tending to her naked, well-spanked posterior. She waited until he left the room to take Gent for a potty break, then she carefully walked to the bathroom and examined her battered bottom. There wasn't a spot that wasn't either a fiery red or a deepening shade of purple. The purple was mainly her sit spots and lower cheeks. The whole area was still quite hot to the touch and very sore. Just the thought of sitting down brought tears to her eyes. Strappings given by her Father had never hurt like this. Welcome to adulthood. Sighing, Kacie grabbed a couple of pillows from her bed and walked the distance to Kellen's room. Placing the pillows on the bed, she crawled up and positioned herself over them. She had just dozed off again when she felt gentle hands smoothing a cool gel over her sore bottom. The touch was light like a feather skimming across the heated flesh. It was hard to believe the same hands had caused the throbbing in her backside. "Arnica?" Kacie asked "Your Mother had me take Arnica tablets with my vitamins everyday. Your mother has a real 'thing' for vitamins by the way." "Yeah, I know. I grew up with her remember? Mom must have known you had punishment coming up. Taking the Arnica prior to a punishment can lesson the bruising. How would Mom have known?" he said, quirking an eyebrow in inquiry. "I blurted it out one day. My stomach had been in knots since you left and I couldn't sleep. I thought that maybe she and your father had a similar relationship. So I gathered my Clayton courage and asked." Kellen smiled. He could only imagine the trepidation she must have felt if she went so far as to ask his mother something that personal. "Then she told me about prison. That must have been awful for you,” Kacie said reaching back and touching his hand. "Yes, it was the most awful year of my life and yet I think as I look back on it that it served to truly bind the four of us older kids together. I know there are insights and experiences that I share with Keira, Kevin, and Keely that the younger two do not begin to understand." "Yes, I imagine that is true. No wonder following the rules is so very important to you,” she said almost to herself. "Well that is normally considered a good thing you know. But you are right. I have seen first hand what can happen when you break the rules at the wrong time. Not that there is a right time to

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Finding Kacie Chapter Nineteen Kacie awoke the next morning to cold, wet puppy licks and a throbbing derriere. "All right boy. Just give me a minute and I'll take you outside." Kacie stifled a squeal as she sat up bringing her bruised bottom in contact with the bed. She looked around the room with fond memory of the night before. Well, fond memory except for the spanking part. She had spent the night with Kellen even though he wouldn't allow her to 'impale' herself. She smiled. That had been a classic line she had found in one of her Mother's sappy historical romances. But Kellen did do everything in his power to bring her pleasure just short of what she really wanted, fine time to be noble. Humf! Kacie went to her own room and threw on a robe and her fuzzy slippers, Gent yipping anxiously beside her. She was subconsciously aware of the phone ringing in the background. Certain Kellen would answer; she focused her attention on the fractious puppy. "All right I'm hurrying. I'm hurrying." She reached down to pet the pup behind the ears, but when it looked like he was about to lift his leg on a potted plant, Kacie grabbed him and made a mad dash down the stairs and out the front door. She was not a moment too soon either. Gent made quick work of thoroughly watering the shrubbery just outside the front door. Breathing a sigh of relief, she brought the little dog back inside and made her way toward the kitchen and a much needed cup of Java. Kacie was brought up short by the sight of Kellen sitting in his navy blue boxers and T-shirt, elbows on his knees, his face hidden in his hands. His shoulders shook ever so slightly. "Kellen? Sweetheart, what's wrong?” Kacie asked coming to kneel beside him. Kellen looked up with tears in his eyes. "That was Mom on the phone. Lady died last night." "No! How? When?” Kacie asked disbelief apparent in her distraught voice. Kellen sat up and gathered Kacie on his lap as much for his comfort as hers. She gasped audibly as her bottom made contact with Kellen's thighs, but her thoughts were quickly diverted by Kellen's grief. "Apparently after Lady put Gent in the SUV with us, she wandered off into the woods. No one noticed she was gone until after dinner. Rogue and Keenan found her while she was still alive and brought her home. Mom, Dad, Kateri and Keenan sat with her until she passed. That was around 10:00 p.m. last night. They didn't call last night because everyone was struggling with his or her own grief." Kellen was fighting tears once more. Kacie

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Finding Kacie and steered her to the elevator. Kacie arched a questioning eyebrow at Kellen saying, "You Tarzan me Kacie?" "Something like that, now let's move it. We have a 9:00 a.m. briefing in the conference room,” Kellen said, as the elevator opened to the fifth floor. "Oh Kacie!” Marcia Samson said rushing to greet the returning agent. "We have missed you so much. Now be sure not to over do it. Remember only half days. And I have arranged your physical therapy appointments for 1:00 Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays." "Marcia, are you sure your maiden name isn't Beauregard? I could swear you are related to my mother," Kacie finished with a laugh and another hug. Kellen merely rolled his eyes. In the conference room Kacie sat down very gingerly grateful for the bit of padding on the chairs. Dennis Jones, still looking gaunt from his own ordeal, welcomed Kacie back warmly and reiterated the half-day work rule. "Kellen, I have a new assignment for you. We have reason to believe that the kidnapping of four teenage girls in Portland, Seattle, San Francisco, and Denver are all related. The first three were found dead. The MO was the same on the first three girls. The fourth one hasn't been found yet. Denver asked specifically for you after hearing about your work on the case in LA last month. Apparently, the SAC in Denver is related to the SAC in LA by marriage. Marcia has the details worked out. You'll meet your partner at the airport,” he finished, motioning surreptitiously toward Kacie. Kellen understood. "How long will he be gone, Sir?" Kacie asked, knowing as the words came out of her mouth what the answer would be. "Until the job is done Clayton and no you may not go along. You have your own assignments. For the most part, you will be inputting data. I understand Kellen's younger sister has programmed some voice activated software into your computer that should make your job easier," Dennis finished, noting Kacie's look of astonishment. "She has?" Kacie asked. "Yes, fortunately the young woman does learn from her mistakes. She contacted both Nathan Whitmore and me to get permission to install this software. At the same time, she apologized for overriding the block Nathan had put on your computer and promising to never do anything to interfere with our work again”. “Now I'll finish with the assignments and you can all be on your way, but first I have an announcement.” He paused for effect. “Sydney Croft has agreed to become my wife. We are

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Kate Bullis having a small wedding Friday, September 4th at 6:00 p.m. and would like you all to attend." Everyone sat in shock. Kacie bet half the agents left the conference room without a clue what their assignments were. "Congratulations, Sir," Kacie said sincerely. "I hope you will be very happy. September appears to be the month for weddings. Kellen and I will be married on the twenty-fifth." "Thank you, Clayton, and I know about your wedding. Kellen told us all as soon as you set the date. Or rather he shouted it to us as he entered the conference room that first day back. Congratulations!” Dennis said with amused remembrance. "Now off to work, Agent, and Clayton?" "Sir?" "You've been missed," the senior agent commented sincerely. "Thank you, Sir," Kacie replied humbly. "But Clayton, don't think for one minute that gets you off the hook for that little stunt you allowed your soon-to-be-sister-in-law to play. You have a major ass-chewing coming for that and by all that's holy you will get one." "Yes Sir, I'll look forward to it Sir. I'd better get to work Sir," Kacie stammered scurrying to her desk. Good grief I must be losing it. Did I really just tell Dennis Jones I was looking forward to an ass-chewing? Kacie let her head drop into her hands briefly. Throughout the morning, her fellow agents stopped by her desk to welcome her back. There was even a large bouquet of flowers waiting on her desk and a little tiger with a note that read 'Go get'em Tiger' no doubt Artie's contribution. This place was becoming a second home and she was thrilled to be back. Her bottom was not. All morning she squirmed, from side to side, trying to find a comfortable way to sit. She was in desperate need of an ice pack but no way was she going to ask Marcia to make her one. That lady had the tenacity of a pit bull with a bone and would insist on knowing why Kacie needed an ice pack. The more Kacie squirmed the angrier she became. By noon, she had worked herself up into a high dudgeon. When Kellen came to hug her goodbye, she plowed her closed fist into his iron midsection. "What the hell was that for?" he asked, holding her hands firmly behind her back. "It’s for ... because I can't ... it hurts to …" Kacie stammered, tears suddenly pouring from her face. Kellen finally understood. "I think you've done enough for your first day back. I'll tell Dennis that you are worn out and heading home for the day." "But my work?" she pleaded. "You can take it all home with you. There is nothing there you

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Finding Kacie can't access at home. And besides, I'm sure Gent misses you. Now let's go,” he said, grabbing her jacket from the back of her chair and escorting her toward the elevator. He stopped at Marcia Samson's desk long enough to leave word with Dennis Jones. "Kellen, you don't have enough time to take her home and make your plane to Denver. Why don't I drive her?" Marcia offered. "I can drive my ..." "That would be terrific. Thanks Marcia. We couldn't run this joint without ya, Sweethawt" he said aping Humphrey Bogart's voice. He gave Kacie one last quick kiss, promising to call her that night and then he was gone. Kacie and Gent sat curled up in the big leather armchair in Kellen's study watching the Orioles play the Minnesota Twins. Kacie couldn't remember the last time she had watched a baseball game on TV. She remembered when her Father had taken her and Jeff to the opening of Orioles Park in Camden Yards in 1992 just a couple of months before the abduction. Kacie wondered how many other so-called 'normal' things she had given up when Rachel was abducted. Usually after school or work, she would log-on to her computer and research the kidnapping, but there was nothing more to research. Most people had friends, but Rachel had been Kacie's only close friend. She hadn't allowed herself any after Rachel was kidnapped. She had not felt she deserved any because she had, in her own eyes, been responsible for Rachel's abduction. She supposed Lily could be called her friend, but Lily had Jeff and the kids. She missed Kellen. He said he would call when he could and she knew he would, but right now even with Gent and the Orioles she felt alone. Thursday evening would be different. Thursday she would spend with her family or more specifically her Mother planning the wedding. Maybe Lily and Jeff would come over. *** Something was eluding Kellen Kincaid. He and Noah Clayton had been over the evidence time and again, reading and rereading the reports from the other kidnapping/murders. The answer was there he was sure of it. He wished he had Kacie's brain to pick. She saw things saw things from a female perspective. How? That's what was missing the how. How did he find his victims? All were thirteen. All were somewhat reclusive, not the type to go away willing with a stranger. The people at Cyber were working the Internet angle but so far no luck. "I'm going to call Kacie and get her going on this. Frazier,”

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Finding Kacie "Your daughter is one in a billion. I can't believe how fast she got all of this. She just e-mailed us the file on Garrity." Turning to a young clerk, Kellen asked, "Where can I print this out?" Forty-five minutes later, they were headed for a remote cabin just north of Aspen. *** Kacie padded to Kellen's kitchen bleary eyed again. Even Gent's morning antics couldn't perk her up. She had waited up all night for Kellen's phone call, but later wished she hadn't. Even with Marti's fast work, they had been too late. Charlotte Bergeron was dead. There was now a nation-wide manhunt for John Garrity. Kacie knew she had to get moving. She had work to do. After finding out the information for Kellen the night before, she had called Dennis Jones who in turn called Assistant Director Addison and received permission to send an official FBI warning to all users of the chat site that the murdered girls had been in. She also reached Justin Timberlake's agent and let him know exactly what had been going on. They too, put out an official notice informing the teen world of the imposter. Now she had to get on the phone. She had gotten the names and addresses of all of the registered teenage girls who used the unofficial fan club site. She intended to talk to each of the one hundred seventeen girls personally and find out what information she could, as well as put the fear of God regarding Internet into them chat rooms if possible.

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Chapter Twenty By Thursday evening, Kacie was in no mood for discussing wedding plans. She had located four more potential victims for John Garrity. Kellen and his partner, whom she had a pretty good idea was her father, were still tracking John Garrity. Cyber had people waiting for him in the chartroom trying to make an undercover connection. Kellen was frustrated which meant he wasn't coming home. Kacie was also frustrated and lonely. She was greeted by her Mother with an exuberant hug and non-stop chatter. Everything was about the wedding and how much they had to do and how she wished they would have waited until Christmas to give them more time to plan a perfect event. Kacie was exhausted just listening to her. Lily and the twins joined them for supper. Jeff, intelligent man that he was, wanted no part of wedding planning with his Mother. He had already been down that path and shuddered at the memories. Of course, his and Lil's wedding had been exquisite, but he could only imagine what his Mother had planned for her only daughter. After what seemed like years of looking at invitations, menus, dresses, music, china patterns and pew bows; Kacie patience snapped. "I'm done. I'm leaving. I cannot do this any longer,” she told her sister-in-law, once her mother finally left to use the rest room. "Say good-bye to Mom for me and tell her I'll call." Kacie quickly kissed Lily and babies and beat a hasty retreat to the solace of Kellen's house. Friday morning Kacie woke up to a blistering dressing down from her mother over the phone. She had never heard her Mother so cross. She was to meet her at BWI airport Saturday to fly to New York and look at wedding dresses. Lily and Kellen's sisters Keira and Keely and sister-in-law Sarah were flying in and she had by God better not stand them up. Kacie shook her head wearily. Las Vegas was sounding better and better. She called her mother with an apology and a promise, then dressed and headed to work. She prayed Kellen would catch Garrity and come home soon. Work had been a long busy day, including another appointment with her physical therapist. Kacie was not looking forward to another evening home alone. She was surprised when Debra Fisher, a third year agent from the Counter-terrorism Division, stopped her in the hallway. "Hi, Kacie, I was wondering if you would like to join some of

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Finding Kacie the other female agents and myself for drinks and a bite to eat at the Cap tonight?" The Cap was short for the Capital Grille a DC favorite and not too far from the Hoover building. Kacie thought for a moment. She had never done anything like that before, not even during her undergraduate years a UVA. Maybe this was part of being 'normal'. "Sure, what time?” Kacie replied. "Right now,” Debra Fisher responded. "We can walk from here and leave the cars in the ramp." "Sounds good to me. Let me grab my purse and we'll be off." Wow a girls' night out or at least an evening out. Kacie could not believe how much she was looking forward to it. There were five female agents for dinner and drinks that night at the Capital Grille, Kacie, Deb Fisher, Donna Porter, Kristi Carter, and Gretchen Whiley. Donna was the oldest of the group. She was married with two kids and had been an agent for ten years in four different cities. She worked on white-collar crime in the Cyber division. Gretchen Whiley was a six year agent from Pennsacola Florida. She had a bright mind and a rapier wit. She was single 'but looking' she told Kacie, with a waggle of her eyebrows. Kacie felt an uncharacteristic surge of jealousy hit her. Gretchen Whiley was in her second year with the bureau and like Kacie she was planning a wedding. The ladies talked of everything except work. It was understood that work talk was off limits during Girls Night Out. Gretchen was having similar problems to Kacie planning her wedding. "Doesn't it just get overwhelming sometimes?" Kristi asked. "You can not imagine. Well maybe you can, but my mother ... I don't even know how to describe her." "Bulldozer?" Gretchen said with a grin. "Freight train?" Deb asked "Or perhaps like most mothers she just wants the most perfect wedding possible for her only daughter,” Martha Hanratty said pulling up a chair and joining the ladies. "I know, Martha, I know, but she is exhausting. Tomorrow we are flying to New York City to meet three of my future sister-inlaws and pick out dresses." "Not your idea of female bonding, huh, Clayton?" Donna Porter asked. "I guess I'm just not a very social person,” Kacie replied. "Nonsense you are perfectly fine,” Kristi Carter said, stretching the word fine out to two syllables with her Georgia accent. "And this is the perfect place to vent,” she added.

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Finding Kacie Chapter Twenty-One "Kellen, call me as soon as you get this. Kacie is missing." Kellen Kincaid's heart stopped for a split second. "Missing?" "What's up, Kel,” Noah Clayton asked. "The last message was from Keira saying Kacie is missing. Let me call your wife and see what's up. Something isn't making sense here, Noah,” Kellen responded worry clear in his voice. Mary Catherine Clayton jumped up anxiously at the sound of ringing phone. "Kacie is that you?” she asked anxiously. "It's Kellen, Mary Cate, and Noah is with me," Kellen said, as calmly as possible. "Put Noah on please?" Mary Cate asked. "I will in a minute. First tell me everything," Kellen demanded quietly but firmly. "I had taken Kacie and Lily and the twins to New York City to hunt for a wedding dress. You can't plan a decent wedding until you have the bride's dress, you know. Your sisters, Keira and Keely and your sister-in-law, Sarahh and the babies flew in to meet us. It was supposed to a ladies' weekend." Mary Cate's voice broke. A 'Ladies' weekend' that his Kacie was nowhere near ready to handle. He could only imagine. "Easy, Mary Cate," Kellen said in his calm FBI voice. "Tell me what happened in New York." At that statement, Noah Clayton's eyebrows rose. "NewYork?" he mouthed. Kellen nodded. Noah groaned inwardly. This did not bode well for his home life. "Well we, I mean Kathryn tried on dresses for over three hours and nothing was good enough for her and then she burst into tears and disappeared. Keira was sure she'd come back after she got over her pout but she never did." Tears overcame her at last. "Mary Cate, I'm going to put Noah on now. Please tell my sister that I'll call her on Noah's cell." Kellen handed the phone and the distraught woman on the other end over to her husband, then taking the proffered cell phone called his sister. "Keira, tell me exactly what has been done so far" Kellen demanded. "No, I'm not, fine. Thanks for asking. I'm scared to death,” Keira McCrae said with a huff. "I am sure you are, and I am sorry for not inquiring, but right now Kacie is my sole concern. Now what has been done?" "We have placed countless calls to her cell and your home phone leaving messages. Jeff drove to your house and looked for her. We have checked with the NYPD and the New York City hospitals. We even called Mom and Dad in case she had gotten a

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Kate Bullis wild hair and flown there," Keira ended in a worried voice. "Did anyone drive to her apartment?" he asked with a sigh. "No, there was no reason to. She had moved in with you,” Keira responded, not understanding. "Yes, but her lease is not up until the end of the month. If she wanted to escape a determined mother and the rigors of wedding planning, what better place to hide?" Kellen then continued, "Tell Mary Cate that Noah and I will check Kacie's apartment and go from there. Oh and Sis, I love you. Everything will be all right." "I hope so,” Keira McCrae said weakly. She felt partially responsible for this entire situation. Kellen gestured to Noah to get in the car. Noah talked to Mary Cate the entire thirty-minute drive to the apartment. Once there, Kellen knocked firmly on the door. Kacie jumped up in surprised as the knock sounded at her door. Looking through the peephole her whole countenance brightened. She threw open the door. "Kellen!" she cried hurling herself into his arms. She was jolted back to reality when he didn't return the embrace with equal exuberance. Then she noted her father's presence and the grim look that darkened his visage. "Let us in, please. I think we need to talk,” Kellen said. Kacie was suddenly very worried and merely gestured the two angry men inside. Noah immediately stepped to the side and let Mary Cate know all was well. "Would you care to explain your behavior this weekend?" Kellen asked. “Coming home to frantic messages from my motherin-law-to-be and my sister telling me my future wife was missing was not how I had expected my homecoming to be." He kept his voice level, but Kacie could still detect the underlying steel in it. "I just couldn't do it. I tried. I really did. Dress after dress. Poking and prodding and cooing and oohing for three hours!" Kacie said pacing back and forth becoming more and more agitated. "I tried, I truly tried, but I can't do this. Can't we get married by a JP at the house?" "Possibly, but where and how we get married is not the issue here. I understand the whole situation was overwhelming. I think the others do too, at least Keira, Keel,y and Sar will. What isn't acceptable is leaving and not informing anyone. Sweetheart, they all understood when you left. Well all but your mother, but as the hours passed and there was no word from you they started to worry.” “This was supposed to be much more than picking out wedding dresses. Keira had arrangements at one of New York's finest restaurants and then third row seats to one of Broadways hottest new musicals,” Kellen finished momentarily.

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Finding Kacie "Fine, I'll pay her back,” Kacie said, starting to become angry. "It is not about the money,” Kellen bit out. "This was supposed to be a getaway. Not just for you, but for four tired young mothers, as well as a whole new experience for your own Mother who had never been to the city before. Do you think any of them were able to truly enjoy the evening when they were worried to death about you?" he ended, his voice rising ever so slightly with his agitation. "Why would they worry about me for heaven's sake? I am a trained FBI agent. I can take care of myself" she said stubbornly. "Which is exactly why you are recovering from one hundred and eleven stitches in your arm and chest," her father barked, entering the discussion and getting right into her face. "Maybe Kellen and I need to show you last months pictures of agents killed in the line of duty.” “You are not Superman, Kathryn Clare and quite honestly your mother does not have a clue how capable you are. All she knew was that her baby girl was by herself in the big bad city. Remember your mother has basically led a pretty sheltered life. She has no idea what we actually do in the field. Your total lack of consideration astounds me! Your mother has one daughter—you! She wants to give that daughter the finest wedding possible. She wants to share in the joy with you. This is not a conspiracy to drive you mad. It is just a wedding!" her father railed. Kacie was rapidly withering under the onslaught of her father's anger. She sat heavily on the sofa, with her head in her hands, not looking at either man. Before Noah could continue lambasting Kacie, Kellen said softly, "Noah, take the car and go home. Kacie and I will follow in the Trail Blazer in a few minutes." Noah breathed a heavy sigh of frustration but did as asked, not sparing a word of goodbye for his daughter. Kellen saw Kacie's face crumble as her Father left without a goodbye. Finally, he sat beside her and pulled her onto his lap. "He hates me," she blubbered, "I'm just one big disappointment to him...to them both." Her tears flowed freely down Kellen' shirt. "Hush now, you know better than that," Kellen said rubbing her back "You probably hate me too," she hiccuped sounding more like a hurt twelve-year-old, than a twenty-six-year-old FBI agent. The answer hit Kellen like a shot between the eyes. That was the whole problem. In many ways, Kacie was still twelve. She had put all of her effort, all of her growth into finding Rachel. She had never really learned what was socially acceptable especially when dealing with a wedding-crazed Mother.

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Finding Kacie her like a knife. This was not her sweet loving Southern Lady Mother but an aloof stranger. She was sitting in front of her vanity brushing her hair. She did not even turn to acknowledge Kacie's presence. Kacie gulped down the tears that were starting to choke her and cautiously approached her mother. Kneeling beside her stool she took Mary Cate's hand in hers and said "Mom, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt you. It was just all so overwhelming. I felt like I was being crushed I just had to get away. And after I ran out of the boutique, I didn't think. I just hailed a cab and went to the airport. I knew it was wrong not to leave a message but I knew you'd be disappointed in me again and I didn't want to hear it and I figured you knew I could handle myself and ..." "You didn't think at all,” Mary Cate proclaimed, looking at her daughter at last. "You just acted; something you unfortunately get from me. I have never in your life been disappointed in you until today. And even today it’s your behavior not you that upsets me. Thank you for your apology and, while it is accepted, please understand forgiveness is going to take a while." Mary Cate turned her back on her only daughter once more and Kacie left, shoulders slumped in defeat. When Mary Cate came downstairs thirty minutes later and started to prepare Sunday dinner, Kellen inquired, "Where is Kacie?" "I have no idea. She left my room twenty minutes ago. She has probably run off again," Mary Cate said coolly. Kellen was shocked by the change in Mary Cate. Gone was the sweet but over zealous mother and in her place was an Ice Queen Kellen did not recognize at all. Noah just mouthed, "I'll check upstairs." Noah found Kacie in her old bedroom sobbing her eyes out and holding the picture of herself and Rachel. He gently scooped the ball of young womanhood up and set her carefully on his lap. "You need to let it go now, Little Bit. Rachel's gone. It's time to grow up completely. All of those parts of you that quit growing while you searched for Rachel? They need attention now." He rocked back and forth rubbing Kacie's back. "You know, my being an FBI agent, and a rogue one at that, hasn't been easy on your mother. There were many times I am positive, where she must have thought she was raising you and Jeff by yourself. But she has never complained, not once. I think in you, she hoped to find a friend as well as a daughter. Someone who could share all of the homey things she enjoys. But then it turned out you were created in my image. When you first left for training in Quantico, your mother was frantic. But even then she

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Finding Kacie "Yes, but what about Mom?" Kacie asked. "We'll take your mom along for the final choosing of things whenever possible. But the choice will be ours always," Kellen said. "What about your mother? Won't she want a say?" Kacie asked. "In some things perhaps it would be nice to consult her. She is pretty easy going. By the way, remember to call my parents when we get home.” “Also I think we should give each of them one element of the wedding that is theirs alone to plan, something that isn't the end of the world to you. Perhaps we could give your Mother the reception hall to decorate. Tell her the colors and let her do her thing, but you would have to let go of it and accept whatever she does," Kellen said, making the turn into his driveway. "I think I can do that. I mean it's not like my Mom has the taste of a troll or anything. She just is so ... so ..." words failed her. "Much" Kellen filled in. "She feels passionately about things just like you do. You just have different interests is all. Sweetheart, when Rachel died, you channeled all of your energy, all of your growth as it were, into finding her and becoming an FBI agent. And you have succeeded. Your skills are outstanding, your instincts right on the money. However, another part of you stopped developing at 12. You shut out everything social, everything that was mischievous and fun because you blamed yourself for Rachel's disappearance." "I do not..." Kellen held up a hand. "You need to let the twelve-year-old Kacie grow, Honey. You need to merge the intelligent competent Agent with the mischievous delightful imp and only then will you find true balance and happiness." The couple got out of the car. Kellen let the puppy out of its crate. Kacie pondered his words. The happy puppy ran in ever widening circles around the yard until Kellen said firmly, "Gent, come!" The puppy had no idea what the word "come" meant, but he recognized an alpha male when he heard one and immediately dropped to his belly. Kellen walked over and scooped the furball up, scratching him behind his speckled ears. "Silly pup" he said. Once inside the house he said to Kacie, "We may as well get this over with. Go up to my study and wait for me." "Don't you want you want me to change?" Kacie asked, recalling her punishment a week ago. Sundays were turning out not to be good days for her. Maybe church wasn't such a bad idea

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Kate Bullis bye, love you," and then the precocious teen was gone, only to be replaced with the sterner-than-usual voice of Dan Kincaid. "Hello Kacie, I am glad you are safe,” he said sincerely. "Hello Sir, thank you. I am sorry for worrying you and Colleen," Kacie said tentatively. "I am sure that you are. I expect an essay attached to an emailed apology in my mail box by Wednesday. Then all will be forgiven,” he said. The essay wasn't so much a consequence in Dan's mind, but a vehicle for Kacie to look at herself and discover some things. "Yes Sir, it will be there by tomorrow,” Kacie assured him. "No, Kathryn,” this was said quite firmly. "I do not want you staying up all night to write this and I want it well thought out. Have it to me by Wednesday and no sooner." "Wednesday it is, Sir. Is Colleen there?" she asked. "Yes, she is. Just a moment please and Kathryn?" "Yes, Sir?" "Thank you for calling. Everything will be ok,” Dan finished, giving the phone to his wife. The conversation with Colleen took just a couple of minutes. Then Kellen and Kacie sat down to write their Wedding 'To Do' list. Thirty minutes later, they had a neat list with twelve priority tasks listed, the most time sensitive first. Kellen figured if all went well and the bad guys of the world behaved for a few days, that they would have the list done in a week. That would bring them to August 15th and the Day of Reckoning. After Kellen was asleep, Kacie logged on to Marti and started researching weddings. That became overwhelming very quickly so she narrowed her search just to bridal gowns. Kateri had been correct. There were many sites and hundreds of gowns. By 3:00 a.m., she had narrowed it down to ten that she was willing to try and one that she really loved. Kellen found her asleep in the study with her head on the keyboard, Gent in her lap, and pictures of ten wedding gowns in the printer. He quickly made copies of the print outs for himself, carried Kacie into bed and called her in sick. She never stirred. He made two other calls, left her a note, took care of Gent, and went to work. Kacie was shocked when she woke-up to the noon market report on the radio. She had missed her shift completely! She bolted out of bed and threw on the first outfit in her closet. Running down the stairs, she tripped over Gent and almost broke her neck. The excited puppy was licking her. "Yes, yes, I love you too. Now let me up,” Kacie said as she

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Finding Kacie cautiously stood. Nothing seemed damaged. That was good. On the kitchen table, she spied a note from Kellen. Good morning Agent Brat. (Kacie stuck out her tongue) I called you in sick. No more 3:00 a.m. excursions on the computer for you, Young Lady. I would not want to have to impose a curfew on a fellow FBI agent. (Not bloody likely) We have a meeting with Father Eddie at 7:00. I'll bring home some KFC for supper. Love, Kellen And so the week went. They met with the priest and set up their marriage courses on Monday. Tuesday they picked out invitations and planned an invitation making party at her parents for the weekend. Wednesday they chose their attendants and called them to confirm a day to get together for measurements. They also called the musicians and set up a meeting. Each morning Kellen would check her bottom for bruising and apply arnica. The bruises were steadily fading. The lump in Kacie's stomach was growing in direct correlation. She wondered which day the spanking would be. At night, Kellen also applied Arnica, but these sessions turned more into bottom rubbing than anything. Sometimes his fingers would wander and send shivers throughout Kacie's eager body. Then the jerk would lean close to her ear and breath "Soon,” give her bottom a pat and leave. She didn't know if he meant the spanking or sex. She could have growled! Thursday arrived. It was the night they had set aside for choosing Kacie's gown and the tuxedos. A somewhat mollified Mary Cate Clayton agreed to go to Martin's Bridal with Kacie. Both Mary Cate and Kacie were shocked, when they were greeted at Martin's by none other than Sydney Croft, who said she had been hired to be Kacie's personal wedding gown consultant. Kacie already had a spacious dressing room reserved. There was tea served in china cups and champagne in fluted glasses. The ten gowns Kacie had chosen from the Internet were hanging on a rack in an adjacent alcove. "Kacie have you been to an eye doctor recently?" Sydney asked out of the blue. Mary Cate became a Mother Bear instantly, "I assure you Ms. Croft my daughter's eyesight is perfectly fine." Sydney smiled oozing that professional charm Kacie had glimpsed during her modeling assignment. "That was never in dispute, Mrs. Clayton. We are going to use a similar process of elimination is all. Kacie, I'm going to have you

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Finding Kacie from my side. Many are merely courtesy invitations. I expect about half my list will actually make the trip. Now let's get these finished. They have to be mailed tomorrow.” Kacie's head snapped up and her eyes collided with Kellen's. The next day was August 15th. They spent the night with Kacie's parents then headed back to their house with three hundred handmade and hand lettered invitations. "I don't think I'll ever write again,” Kacie groaned, as she started to unload the boxes. "I know the feeling. Sweetheart, you might as well leave them in the car. We have to mail them today anyway." Once inside, they got Gent settled with food and water and went on to make some necessary follow up phone calls. When the last phone call was made, Kellen put his hands on his knees and stood then said to Kacie, "Its time." Kacie's stomach fell to her knees and she gulped audibly. "I will meet you in the study in ten minutes. Sleepshirt and slippers only." he said calmly. "Slippers?" she stuttered. "Yes, there is no reason for your feet to be cold,” he answered with a smile as he headed for the kitchen. Kacie plodded up the stairs Gent nipping at her heels. She quickly put the exuberant pup in his crate and changed into the required attire. Part of her desperately wanted this to be over. The other part of her wanted to run. Timbuktu sounded like a nice place. Or Australia, she had always wanted to visit Australia. She heard Kellen walking down the hall and hurriedly ran into the study where she waited demurely on the couch with her hands folded in her lap. "Delightful, Sweetheart, but it isn't going to work,” Kellen said, setting his rooster shaped kitchen timer, a wide rubber spatula and the wooden spoon on the end table. Kacie's eyes widened. "What's the bird for?" she asked. "To time your spanking, of course. Two minutes for each person you caused needless worry. For Keira you can choose three minutes by hand or five minutes with the spatula. For your mother the same choice, but I will use the wooden spoon." "You are talking about three or five solid minutes?" she asked, her eyes the size of saucers. "Correct, unless you think you deserve more. I was originally planning on five or ten,” he said, inwardly laughing at the comical expression of horror that crossed her face. Then before she lost her courage and tried to flee, Kellen grabbed her wrist and gave one hard tug sending her sprawling across his right knee. He very methodically lifted the hem of her

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Finding Kacie back over Kellen's knee. At this point, any break was appreciated. So she wrote, neatly and carefully so he would have no reason to make her do it over. It took her about thirty minutes to write the twenty-five repetitions. Kellen was impressed with both her speed and her diligence. The handwriting wasn't bad either. "Now you need to make a choice. Three minutes with an implement or five minutes with my hand?" he asked. As far as Kacie was concerned, his hand was as hard as any paddle so it was a no brainer, "I will take the spatula,” not even stiffening as she lay back across his knee. After two minutes of intensely stinging smacks, Kacie never wanted to see a spatula again, she never wanted to enter a kitchen again, and that damn rooster was going to die a slow and torturous death. By the time, she was into the final minute she was sobbing, "I'm sorry, please stop, I'll never do it again,” over and over. Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Kellen had given her a safeword with her first punishment but he had admonished her to use it only if she truly felt abused or in danger. While the pain was significant, she knew she would be fine ... eventually. This time she was almost grateful for the shrill "cockadoodle doo!" She wondered would Kellen had in store for this break. Instead of having her stand, he slid back on the sofa and lifted her legs to lie across both of his. He let his hand sooth her with gentle rubbing motions on her back, never touching where she wanted it the most. He kept her there talking softly about the importance of consideration and how a family was a team. These were things that she knew, but really hadn't thought much about in the past fourteen years. He talked about other things too as he rubbed her back. He talked about his hopes and dreams for their life together. He talked about the values he wanted to instill in their children. He talked about his aspirations as an agent and as a human being. After an hour he simply said, "Let's finish this." He wrapped his strong right arm around her waist and lifted her as he slid forward. Then he once again let her legs fall between his, trapping her two with his left. Kacie started in surprise as Kellen's hand came down. She was expecting the wooden spoon but said nothing. So intense was the burning she couldn't speak. After what she thought was a minute, he switched to the spoon and the difference was immediate. She started arching and bucking with every swat. She could no longer remain silent. "Her ow's and pleases" filled the room and still the punishment went on. He slowed down during the third minute and had her count

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Kate Bullis twenty-six hard strokes. He ended with a final minute of fast and furious strokes that she took on one continuous wail. When the rooster crowed she didn't even hear it. Kellen allowed her to calm down before lifting her to rest with her bottom hanging off his lap. That wasn't very comfortable though and Kacie requested to lie down. So once again, he laid her across his lap and stroked her back until she quieted. Then he took the tube of Arnica and massaged her bottom over and over. When her sobs had completely quited he said. "Kacie today is August 15th. I need a decision. Will you still marry me knowing that domestic discipline will always be a part of our relationship? I want you to only consider that. Everything else can be undone if necessary. I do not want you to enter into our marriage blindly or force you into a relationship that you will eventually grow to hate." Kellen then fell silent. The silence was ominous. The wait seemed forever. Finally, a small voice said simply, "Yes, I want to be your wife ... Sir.” Kellen let out a deep sigh of relief and helped Kacie to her feet. "Dress quickly, my Love. We have invitations to mail!"

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Finding Kacie Chapter Twenty-Two The weeks leading up to Kellen and Kacie's wedding passed quickly and relatively calmly. Kacie went back to work full-time and was happy to do so. She found her groove doing what she loved, trying to make the world a slightly safer place. Sometimes she worked with Kellen, but often it was just she and Marti and her less-than-tidy desk. Kellen bugged her daily about the clutter on her desk until she had finally had enough. Not caring who heard she stood nose to nose with him and said, "This is my desk. It works for me! At home, you can have a say on how I keep things but not here! If you don't like my desk, don't look at it.” Kacie had thoroughly expected a 'discussion' with Kellen's hairbrush that night, but Kellen had not said another word about either the incident or her desk. He had respected her as a professional she decided. That had meant a lot. The next day she had tidied her desk, just a smidgen. The Monsters gave them a break those last few weeks before the wedding. Kidnappings were down across the country and no serial kidnapping/murders were reported. Kellen only had to travel once and that had just been overnight. Kacie continued her Friday nights out with the girls. She was becoming close to Deb Fisher. In fact, she even asked her to be a bridesmaid. Kellen had groaned at the news. That meant he needed another groomsman. Out of the blue, he asked Keith Richards. No one was sure who was more stunned Keith or Kacie. Each night they continued their ritual of spending one hour on wedding preparations. Things were coming together so well they even were able to skip a few nights. One of the highlights of their waiting period was the wedding of Dennis Jones to Sydney Croft. Kacie was stunned when Sydney asked her to be her personal attendant. Not that there was very much to attend to, Sydney Croft was a very thorough person. There were approximately seventy-five people in attendance at Sydney's and Dennis' wedding. Over half were FBI Agents. The rest were Sydney's connections. Kacie was happy to see Tiffanie, Ebony, and Brittanie. She could have done without Amber Tarrington, but Keith Richardson took it upon himself to keep Amber in line and amazingly, she didn't protest too much. Sydney was glowing in her Champagne colored dress with the beaded bodice and matching jacket. Little did anyone know that more than her facial cheeks were glowing. Dennis had finally made good on his threat to warm her bottom when she threw a

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Kate Bullis vase on the floor in a stress related tantrum. She had been the model of grace and decorum ever since. Sharon Osgood, Sydney's unexpected maid of honor, wore a deep periwinkle gown of a similar style, but with very little bead work. She and Sydney had become very close since the undercover assignment and more than once Sharon had considered taking Sydney up on her offer of employment. Kacie secretly hoped it would never happen. Sharon was an excellent Agent. It would be a significant loss to their department if she left. Dennis and his best man Artie Hamlin wore matching black Armani suits and matching looks of discomfort. Artie seemed to be constantly tugging at his collar. Dennis' children were in attendance, albeit grudgingly. Dennis had warned them more than once to behave or leave. His brother and Sydney's ex-husband, Peter Jones, was there with his family, and was sincere in his best wishes for the couple. In a private moment during the reception, Peter confided to Sydney, "I always knew Denny was a better match for you.” "Pete,” Sydney said, "You were a wonderful husband. The problem is I need someone not quite so wonderful. I'm not a very nice person sometimes ..." "Syd, don't." "No Pete it's true, but with Dennis I am a better person. I guess what I really want to say is I'm sorry for all I put you through in our marriage. I hope you can forgive me,” she said sincerely. "Already done, Sydney, and if you want my honest opinion, I think we are both better people for the experience," and with that last thought provoking comment and a kiss on the cheek, Peter Jones guided Sydney back to the arms of her new husband. The remaining weeks before Kacie and Kellen's wedding passed quickly. Debbie Fisher and her other FBI Friday night friends hosted a surprise wedding shower. Kacie was touched beyond belief. Debbie merely looked at her and said, "That's what friends do, kiddo." Kellen was thrilled to see Kacie cultivating normal friendships. Although a part of him were just the teensiest bit jealous. Maybe he should have some of the guys over for poker sometime. Kellen was amazed at how well Kacie was juggling everything, work, home, Gent, the wedding. What he didn't know was that Kacie was not 'handling' the wedding so much as avoiding it. Her mother was frantic. Noah just laughed. "Mary Cate, everything that needs doing is done. The Kincaids will get here next week. That is plenty soon enough to start worrying." Mary Cate shook her head. Men just do not understand these

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Kate Bullis The monster scared Lyle. Not only was it strong, but it was smart and clever. The Monster had made Lyle appear to be healed. When the Monster invaded Lyle's psyche, Lyle appeared confident and 'normal'. The Monster was a chameleon, able to fool the most prestigious of shrinks. Now the Monster wanted payment for getting Lyle out of that awful place. The Monster wanted Kellen Kincaid's life. For the five weeks Lyle had been out of the hospital he had agonized over how to bring the monster's demands to fruition. The Monster no longer just wanted Kincaid to die. He wanted it to be painful, heart wrenching and public just as Lyle's capture had been. Lyle's break came when he went to visit his invalid Mother. He was sitting in his favorite recliner reading the paper while she served him tea. That was when he saw a picture of Kellen Kincaid and his fiancée' Kathryn Clayton. Both of them were FBI agents. The Monster would be pleased. He would kill them both on their wedding day. The Monster would be proud. Maybe then, the Monster would set Lyle free. *** To say that the individual Kincaids were suffering bouts of frustration the week of September 12th would have been a gross understatement. "Mother, are you trying to get Kellen and Kacie murdered?" Dan Kincaid nearly shouted into the phone receiver. All heads at the Kincaid dining room table turned in unison. Dan Kincaid never yelled into a phone and especially never yelled at his Mother. "Oh honestly,Daniel. It was just an engagement announcement,” Callie Kincaid replied. "An engagement announcement of two active FBI agents and it included a picture, Mom. Both of them work undercover on occasion, or at least they did until this picture came out!" Dan was not about to let his Mother off the hook. She knew better. She was just letting her displeasure at not being included in the wedding plans be known. "Daniel, you are being ridiculous. One would think I had taken out a full-page ad in the Washington Post the way you are carrying on. It is just a little small town paper. You are just allowing that dramatic imagination of yours get out of hand. Now the ladies will be here for bridge in a few minutes. I will hang-up and hopefully the next time we talk it will be on a positive note,” she finished, hanging up before Dan could respond. Dan loved his mother, he truly did, but she was one of the most selfish people he knew. He hoped with all his heart that her

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Finding Kacie selfishness would not endanger his son's life. *** Lyle carefully cut out the picture of his prey. He smiled as he thoughtfully put it in the picture frame he had purchased. The Monster was pleased with him. He had told him so this morning. He had stroked him and told him how good he was. He promised Lyle his freedom as soon as the execution was done. Lyle set the picture on his bedroom dresser where it would be the last thing he saw at night and the first thing he saw in the morning. *** Kellen Kincaid was experiencing frustrations of his own. His fiancée was pulling away from him and for the life him he could not figure out why. When he tried to talk to her about it, she said everything was fine and he was being silly. Only Kellen wasn't being silly. Kacie was withdrawing and she wanted nothing to do with the wedding. The more her mother pushed, the more Kacie worked at the bureau and avoided both her family and Kellen. She even snuck Gent past security and spent a night in her cubicle. Dennis Jones was less than amused when he discovered Kacie's dog or rather a gift from Kacie's dog in front of his office. After she cleaned and polished her boss’s wing-tips, Kacie had taken the puppy home. Dennis called Kellen into his office. "Well Kincaid, do you care to explain this?" he asked. "I have no idea, Sir. She is pulling away from me ... from everyone, and I don't know why." "Her work has been exemplary, which is the only reason she still has a job after that little stunt,” Dennis said firmly. He loved the young Agent and thought of her as a second daughter, but this was an agency of the Federal Government. He could not let her get away with a stunt like that a second time. That night Kellen didn't even have to tell Kacie to go to the study. She was waiting there for him in study wearing only a sleepshirt, her hair in pigtails. She sat on the sofa holding his mahogany hairbrush. To her total surprise, Kellen took the proffered brush and placed it back in the drawer. Then he pulled his shocked fiancee’ ont his lap…right side up. "Sweetheart,” he said, as they on the sofa. "What is going on? You have been pulling away from everyone for the last week. Talk to me. Are you having second thoughts about the wedding?" he asked fear gripping his heart. He didn't know what he would do

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Chapter Twenty-Three Kateri Kincaid awoke to a loud pounding on the door of her dormitory room. Her body protested as she jumped from her cramped position in her desk chair. She looked at the clock 1:00 p.m. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Her parents were here and she hadn't even been to bed, let alone picked up her usually immaculate room. "Kateri Kincaid! Stop that swearing and open this door,” her father said firmly. Kateri did as instructed saying in a rush "Oh Daddy, Mom, I'm so sorry ... I worked late and must have fallen ..." "Exactly how late did you work, Kat?" her dad asked, using her pet name in hopes of relaxing her. Kateri looked at her Dad then dropped her eyes to the floor. She never could lie to her parents. "All night,” she mumbled. "Why?" her father persisted. "I was doing important research,” she mumbled, skirting the full truth. Dan let the moment pass even though he was sure his youngest child hadn't been completely forthcoming. "Well let's get you packed for the weekend and in the car,” her practical mother said, taking out a suitcase and filling it with a variety of clothes. "I thought I was showing you the campus,” she said feeling like a total screw-up. "We've already had a brief look. The first time we knocked no one answered so we thought you were out. We've walked all through the criminal justice buildings. People were very kind. Now let's be on our way. Mary Cate is expecting us for supper and, as stressed as she is, we don't want to keep her waiting," Colleen Kincaid said, all the while packing her daughters things. "I don't understand why Mrs. Clayton has her underwear in such a knot,” Kateri said in frustration. "Everything that needs to be done has been done." "Women, like Mary Cate Clayton live for things like weddings. Kacie is her only daughter. She doesn't understand that Kacie is different,” Dan said, grabbing the suitcase with one hand and his almost-sleep-walking daughter with the other. "Yeah and she's too dense to see she's terrified,” Kateri added on a yawn. "Terrified of what?" her mother asked. "Her wedding night."

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Kate Bullis Dan and Colleen exchanged glances. "Kacie is still a virgin and ever since Kellen found that out, he's been determined to keep her that way until the wedding night. Not only is she totally sexually frustrated, she's afraid of the unknown, and he's made such a big deal of it she has placed expectations on herself that no mere mortal could meet,” Kateri said. "Did she tell you this,” Colleen asked. "Not all of it, but anyone with half a brain could figure it out,” Kateri ended, climbing into the familiar van and curling up with the closest dog. "Seatbelt,” Dan reminded his all too perceptive daughter. She was fast asleep before they turned the first corner. *** Lyle Emerson was happy. The Monster was teaching him. The Monster was so smart. He was teaching Lyle how to build bombs. Lyle was a good student or he tried to be. It was important not to upset the Monster. The Monster told Lyle he needed to practice. He told him that when he killed Kincaid, everything had to be perfect, so he must practice until he got it right. Lyle opened the newspaper and looked at the other engaged couples. The Monster smiled. *** Dinner at the Claytons was a pleasant, if somewhat strained, affair. Kacie had arrived an hour late. Her Mother was about to lay into her but both Noah and Kellen intervened. Mary Cate had lost stomped off to the kitchen in a snit muttering, "I suppose you'll make excuses for her when she misses the wedding for the job too." Colleen Kincaid walked into the Clayton kitchen and took the mutilated carrot from Mary Cate's hand. Then ahe cleaned her cut finger, put a Band-Aid on it and gave her a Kleenex and a hug. "Mary Cate, you know what Kacie does is important. Because of your daughter, a family in Delaware has their little girl home safe and sound tonight. So what if our supper is a little late?" "Why couldn't she be like me?" Mary Cate cried out through her tears, "Why did she have to be a clone of her father?" "You'll have to ask God that one, Hon, but you love Noah and you love Kacie. Now just accept her like you have him," Colleen ended, putting the finishing touches to the salad. At that moment, the two women smelled the odor of burning bread. "Oh no, now my biscuits are ruined. What am I going to do?"

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Finding Kacie Mary Cate wailed. The stress of planning her daughter's wedding was obviously getting to her. "Oh for crying out loud!” Kateri Kincaid groused. "You put in another pan for pity's sake. It's not rocket science it’s cooking and none of us our going to starve waiting for them. Now where are you baking pans?" “That is enough, Kateri,” her mother said quietly. "She makes it sound so simple,” Mary Cate marveled. "Most of it is, dear," Colleen said, "Now let's get this blue ribbon fried chicken I've heard so much about on the table, while Kateri puts in another pan of rolls." The rest of the evening went off without a hitch allowing the two families to become better acquainted. Kellen and Kacie sat cuddled together on the couch throughout the evening, totally oblivious to the danger coming toward them. *** Burning the midnight oil at the J. Edgar Hoover building, Nathan Whitmore was unable to put aside the worries that had begun shortly after Kateri Kincaid's phone call. He had pushed her off as an interfering over curious teen, but the more he read the information she had sent him via e-mail, the more credible her worries became. He input all of the data into Mortimer and sent him through all the databases to which he had access. Three names emerged. Each name was more worrisome then the one before. *** Kellen awoke Sunday morning to an anguished scream from Kacie. He bolted down the short hall to the guest room and pulled the sobbing, shaking woman into his arms. Then he picked up the phone she had dropped and checked the caller ID. It was Dennis Jones' private number. Quickly he dialed. Kacie was still sobbing incoherently. "Dennis, its Kellen. What the hell is going on?" he all but shouted into the phone. "Gretchen Whiley and her fiancee’ are dead, Kellen. A bomb went off in her church this morning." *** Kateri woke up in the second bedroom of her parent's suite. The feeling of uneasiness that had plagued her all week was screaming in her stomach. She got up and performed quick morning ablutions then she dressed for church. They would be

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Kate Bullis attending Kellen's church today. She had been there for services twice since moving to VCU. She entered the living area of the suite just as her Father laid down the front page of the Washington Post. FBI Agent and Fiancée' Die in Church Bombing! Kateri started to shake uncontrollably. She knew the dead Agents weren't her brother and his fiancée' because her parents would have been hysterical, but she also knew these deaths were related to her growing fear. She read the article. "Gretchen Whiley? No my God, No!" she cried. "Do you know this Agent , Kat?" Dan inquired, with concern. "Not personally, but she's one of Kacie's closest friends. She and Scott were supposed to be married in October. Both of them are dead and the priest. This is awful. I need to make a call,” she said grabbing for the phone. *** Lyle was euphoric! He had done it. The practice had gone perfectly. The Monster was happy with him. Lyle wanted one more practice before the big day, but the Monster wouldn't allow it. What was wrong with Lyle? Didn't he believe in himself, in the Monster? The Monster declared he was ready so he was ready. It would happen at the wedding on Saturday. *** "Miss Kincaid,” said an irate Nathan Whitmore, "I cannot just go off half-cocked spending tax payers money every time you have a bad feeling!" "Mr. Whitmore, you know my feelings are often more accurate than the FBI's facts. You just don't like to admit it. Now please check out the latest information I sent you before my brother becomes the next victim." Kateri slammed down the receiver. Nathan sighed. The problem was the brat was right. And he was much more worried then he let on to her. He had known Gretchen Whiley personally. She was a lovely young woman and a fine agent. She and her fiancé had been planning their wedding for over a year. He had spent the night going through her case record trying to find anyone who might hold a grudge. There had been no one. The bombing appeared random, but appearances were usually deceiving in his line of work. Nathan booted up Mortimer once more, time to dig deeper. ***

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Finding Kacie *** There was a sudden cacophony of sound at the Whitmore house where Kellen's Bachelor party was being held. Cell phone rings of all variety rent the air. "Thanks, Syd, you did the right thing,” Dennis Jones said to his new wife. "I have no idea why that information would upset Kateri so, Sweetheart,” Kellen replied to his soon-to-be bride. "You just told her?" Dan asked in astonishment? "You told me to let her sleep, Daniel!" "Dan, what does Kateri know? It might be important,” Nathan Whitmore asked. "I just left her a note with my hunch that Lloyd Evans and Lyle Emerson are one and the same,” Dan said, still not having a clue of the significance. "Damn, Dennis we have a problem. We need to provide 24/7 security to Kellen and Kacie and we need to find Lyle Emerson,” Nathan told the anxious unit Chief. "What is going on Nathan? And make it quick,” Jones barked, as a frightened Kateri Kincaid burst through the door. "Easy, Babybrat,” Kevin Kincaid, said wrapping his arms around her. "Not now, Kev,” she screeched, bringing her heel down hard on his foot to gain her release. "Quiet!" Kellen shouted. "Now this is my party and I want some answers. Kateri you go first and settle down please." "I have been having a bad feeling in my stomach for two weeks. They are related to you and the wedding. So I did what I always do when I have a hunch. I started researching. I looked up as much as I could about any cases you had been worked on. I looked up every arrest you had made, but I had promised not to hack into the government computers,” she said, glancing hesitantly at Dennis Jones, "So I went to him,” she said, indicating Nathan Whitmore, "for help. Only he blew me off as a teenage punk. But he must have figured at some point that my feelings had credibility because he sent me the information I had requested.” She took a breath and continued. “I found three of the criminals you put away were recently released, two from jail and one from the psychiatric hospital." "Emerson," Kellen filled in. "That's right. Then Gretchen and Scott were murdered and I thought maybe there was a correlation. Once again, Mr. Whitmore didn't believe me. Especially since the only one of the perps you had put away that had anything to do with explosives was ..."

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Kate Bullis "Lloyd Evans,” Kellen finished, "And now our father thinks Lloyd Evans and Lyle Emerson are one in the same, which means he had knowledge and opportunity." Dennis Jones was already making plans with Artie, Frank, and Joe, all of whom were at the bachelor party. "Ok, the first thing we need to do is prove Lloyd Evans and Lyle Emerson are one and the same,” Dennis said. "That should be easy enough,” said Kellen. We have DNA from both of them on file. "I can run a check on it,” Kateri said. "No you can’t!" a full half dozen men said. "Kateri,” Dennis Jones began more gently, "You have done fine work but you are sixteen and not an agent. If we let you go any further, you could jeopardize this entire investigation and I know you don't want to that." "No, Sir, of course not, but it’s hard when I know I can do it." "I am sure it is. But one day you will be an adult and have your degree, probably your doctorate by then, and there will be job at the bureau for you. I guarantee it.” Dennis said, with genuine compassion. He could only imagine what it must be like for this very young person to have such a brain. "Boss, I called Lee Harris and told him to get to the lab and get busy." "Well done, Artie. Joe, I want you on standby. If we get a DNA match, I want you to be the one to wake up whatever judge we need to get a warrant from. I want this nutcase in custody before the rehearsal dinner tomorrow night." "I'm on it boss. I'll make a couple of pre-warrant calls,” Joe said, with a smile. Kateri went to Nathan Whitmore and asked politely "May I ask you a question?" "I think you have more than earned that right, young lady. What do you want to know?" Nathan asked, with an indulgent smile. "Is it customary for the FBI to discount the obvious?" she asked totally without candor. "What do you mean, Sis?" Kellen asked. "Emerson has been out for several months. He has to live somewhere. Has anyone thought to check the phone book?" "Right like this psycho is going to list his phone number?" Keith Richardson scoffed. "Why wouldn't he? The dominant part of him, Lloyd Evans if you will, knows he's above the law. Lyle Emerson is too weak to ever consider not listing it." "Hey, it's worth a try,” Noah Clayton said, giving Kateri a wink. Nathan quickly did a search of the on-line white pages, "Well

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Finding Kacie Chapter Twenty-Four Kacie and Kellen arrived at the Clayton's around 2:30 on Friday afternoon. They were to have desert and coffee with the families before getting ready for the rehearsal at 5:30. Kacie was relaxing in the living room while Kellen helped her Mom in the kitchen. "Oh Kellen,” Mary Cate chattered away, "While I was at the church today checking on the decorations Father John told me how impressed he was with your videographer. He said most of them just showed up the day of the wedding and started taping but your young man had been there twice to make sure everything was set up perfectly." Kellen nearly knocked his mother-in-law over in his haste to the phone. "What on earth?" said Mary Cate Clayton as she grabbed the counter for balance. "Dennis? It’s Kellen. He's going to hit the church tonight. Get someone over there, now! The Priest can identify him!" "Kellen!" Mary Cate shouted, clutching his arm and bringing family rushing from four different directions. "Mary Cate, we didn't hire a videographer. My cousin Brock is coming in tomorrow to videotape,” before Kellen finished Noah Clayton was out the door and to his vehicle. "Guess this means no dessert,” Keenan Kincaid whispered to Gent. *** "Father John this is crucial, lives could be at stake. Could you identify the videographer setting up for Kellen's wedding if shown a picture?" Noah asked the disgruntled priest. "I'm sure I could Noah and anyone could spot that silly truck with the pink hearts and a wedding cake on the side. 'Luv Shots!' I ask you Noah, what kind of name is..." but Noah Clayton wasn't paying any attention to his priest. He was relaying information as fast as possible to Dennis Jones. "And Dennis? Find out who really owns 'Luv Shots' Videography and when they were last seen. I have a bad feeling about this,” Noah paused, listening to Dennis' response. "Ok Dennis, we are ready for that fax,” Noah said, as the antiquated fax machine in the church office wheezed to life. "That's him!" the priest said. "That's the young videographer, but he seemed like such a nice young man, Noah." "They always do, John. They always do." Then into the

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Kate Bullis receiver he said, "Ok Dennis we have a positive ID. Oh here's Father Rabbitt. I'll have him wait with Father John for the helicopter with the bomb dog, while I go ahead to Emerson's house,” Noah said, already in motion. "What was that Dennis, of course I'll wait for a warrant!" Dennis Jones was shouting expletives and threats of dismissal to an entirely unintimidated Noah Clayton. "Dennis, I can't hear you. We must be breaking up,” Noah said with a smile, hanging up on the irate ADA. "But Noah," Father John said, "You were on a land line." Noah just smiled as he ran from the church office. "I know Father, forgive me." *** Sydney Croft-Jones arrived at the Kincaid home within ninety minutes of Noah's departure, with all of the bridesmaids' dresses and Kacie's wedding gown, declaring they must have one last fitting then winking surreptitiously at Kellen. "God Bless, Dennis," Kellen thought, once more amazed by his boss' thoroughness. While Sydney kept the women occupied with needless last minute adjustments, Dan Kincaid took his son and the other men in the wedding party out for a walk. "Dad, this waiting is killing me,” Kellen said honestly. "It's just one more night, Bro" Kevin Kincaid said, trying to lighten the moment without success. Dan Kincaid ignored his middle son’s jest. "I know it's hard not to be in the loop, Son, but if either you or Kacie think we are going to let you off this property before we get an 'all clear' from Dennis Jones, you had best think again!" And with that, Dan Kincaid helped by his two sons and two sons-in-law, subdued Kellen, and handcuffed him to a stall in the Clayton barn. "Now you might as well accept the fact you aren't going anywhere but we will do everything in our power to help you pass the time.” "You had best have someone with a lasso ready for Kacie, because if you try to subdue her like you just did me, she will kick the ever loving shit out of all of you,” Kellen said with total sincerity. "Are you trying to tell me, Kacie could do what you can't,” Bryant McCrae smirked. "No, what I'm saying is I showed restraint because I know you are all correct and you are my family. Kacie would be so pissed; restraint would be the last thing on her mind. And Bryant, she is that good."

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Finding Kacie *** It took Noah Clayton three tries to hoist himself through the window of Lyle Emerson's garage. He was disgusted with himself. Maybe Mary Cate was right. Maybe it was time he retired. Bingo! The 'Luv Shots' video truck was not only there, but it was unlocked. In the back corner was a large plastic container. Noah's gut went crazy. Cautiously he looked around and, seeing no one, slowly opened the container. He was nearly bowled over by the stench of decaying flesh. He had found the owner of the Video truck. Carefully he went back outside to wait for back-up. As long as Emerson didn't try to leave, he could afford to be patient and wait for the others. They had all the probable cause they needed now, even without a warrant. After all, his baby girl was getting married tomorrow. He didn't need to get killed being a hero tonight. *** Artie Hamlin and Sharon Osgood arrived in the helicopter, along with the bomb-sniffing dog and his handler. Father Rabbitt had tried unsuccessfully to put Father John to bed. It only took Sharon Osgood five minutes. The dog found a bomb with enough C-4 to level the entire church. Carefully, the bomb squad technician deactivated it, confiscating all of the parts for evidence. Artie called Dennis Jones on his cell to let him know the good news. *** The Monster was furious. He had heard the intruder. He went running to the garage but no one was there. "You are stupid Lyle,” the Monster railed. "No, everything is fine. The bomb will go off and Kincaid will be dead,” Lyle blubbered. Joe Kowalski met Noah across the street from Lyle Emerson's house. The DC Metro Swat team was there as well. Joe picked up the megaphone. "Lyle Emerson, this is the FBI. You are under arrest for suspicion of murder. Come out with your hands locked behind your head." "It's too late Lyle. We have been discovered and it is your fault. You are worthless, Lyle. You are a worm. You are worthless. You have always been worthless. You..." A shot cut him off..

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Chapter Twenty-Five Bright sunshine streamed through the curtains of Kacie's bedroom, painting a myriad of flowers on the pastel wall. Kacie awoke to feel the sun's warmth filling her with its glow. She was safe. She was at peace. This was the perfect day for a wedding. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand. "8:30?" she shrieked, jumping from the bed and grabbing the first pair of pants and shirt she came across. She and her veil had an appointment with Tony Perelli in thirty minutes, and a fortyminute drive to get there. "Crap, crap, crap!" She raged on, searching under her bed in vain for a second shoe. "Looking for this?” Kateri asked, entering the room and proffering the missing shoe. "Gent thought it a tasty treat. He is really entering that chewing stage isn't he?" "Oh Gent! Those are, or were $75.00 loafers. I swear, Kateri,” Kacie continued, "If one more well-meaning, interfering parent let's me over sleep again, I am going to have an alarm clock surgically inserted into my wrist!" "Relax, Sis. This time it wasn't a parent but rather your soonto-be husband. He decided you needed the extra sleep, bumped your appointment to 10:00 a.m., and told the photographer to 'deal with it'. Considering the fact that he told her in person at 7:00 a.m. before he shaved, she was more than willing to cooperate,” Kateri said with a smile. "Before he shaved? He probably looked like a serial killer,” Kacie said with a grin, starting to calm down. "Pretty much, yep. He also told your Dad, that it should give you plenty of time for a bite to eat. He gave him one of those looks men share when they are certain they know what's best for you." Kateri shot her a commiserating glance. Kacie laughed, hugged her soon-to-be-sister-in-law, “Well then, I suppose I should go make the hubby happy and have a quick bite to eat before we leave." "You mean actually cooperate?” Kateri said in feigned horror. "No! Lull him into a false sense of security,” she said with a conspiratorial wink, as she picked up the shoe-eating puppy and headed downstairs. The men meanwhile had gathered at Kellen's home for a groom's breakfast and to retrieve their tuxes, shoes etc. His mother had come along and insisted on cooking for everyone, then set about working with her dogs. After the guys had cleaned up the kitchen, they took their coffee outside to the deck where they had a good view of Colleen

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Kate Bullis and her animals. "It sure didn't take your Mother long to set up a training course,” Keith Richards said, idly stirring the Irish supplement into his coffee. "My wife can train her dogs anywhere,” Dan Kincaid said with pride, as he watched her put Rogue through his paces. "So Dad," Kevin Kincaid said with his trademark wicked grin, "Now that we are all gathered are you going to share your secret for a truly happy marriage?" Five of the eight men gathered just groaned. Dan Kincaid smiled indulgently, but Kellen leaned forward totally serious and said, "Please, Dad, I would really like to hear it." Dan Kincaid looked at his wife training her dogs then back to the group of young men gathered. "Look out there at that woman and tell me what you see,” Dan instructed his sons and sons-in-law. "I see a survivor,” Kellen said, "someone who has journeyed through life's toughest struggles and won the battle." "Not me, I see homemade double chocolate chunk cookies and milk," Kevin said, rubbing his stomach, then added in total seriousness, "I see a no-nonsense nurturer, someone who loves and cares for her family, but expects the line to be toe-ed by all." "I see balance,” Keenan chimed in. "Mom loves beauty and music, but she balances it with hard work. She plays her cello and trains her dogs, but she also buys the food, cooks the meals, and chauffeurs who ever needs chauffeuring. She is there when we need her, but has carved a niche for herself." "I see competence,” Alan Thorton said of his Mother-in-law. "I don't think there is a thing in the world that woman couldn't do if she set her mind to it." "I see someone I definitely never want to cross,” said Bryant McCrae eliciting hoots of laughter from all of the men gathered as they regarded the six foot three inch Cinncinatti police leutenant. Dan looked at each young man fondly and indulgently then said, "You know what I see? I see the sexiest, hottest, most passionate woman God ever created. And if you can still say that about your wives after thirty-four years of marriage, six children, and ten grandchildren, you will have succeeded too." Thus saying, Dan leapt off the deck, trotted out to where Colleen was working, and bent her back over his arm for a mindnumbing kiss. Expecting a good slap, or at least a good scold, the young men were shocked when Colleen's arms wove themselves around Dan's neck and she returned his kiss with a passion to match his right out in the middle of Kellen's back yard. "Well I guess that answers that,” Kevin Kincaid said, clapping his bemused older brother on the back.

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Finding Kacie *** The wedding of Kellen William Kincaid and Kathryn Clare Clayton was, in a word…perfect. The bride's attendants were beautiful in their white and green dresses. The young men were handsome in their black tuxes with dark green vests. The flower girl and ring bearer were well behaved and adorable. Even Noah Clayton was the epitome of traditional fatherhood in his tuxedo with a white rose and Shandon bell boutinierre. The string ensemble that played the prelude music and the processional consisted of some of Juilliard's finest, as did the brass quintet that played the Moret Rondeau and the post service music. The attendants were put to good use doubling as soloists and lectors. Father Eddie Rabbitt's homily was humorous yet poignant. He shared what the bride and groom loved about one another, such as how Kellen loved the pure unadulterated joy Kacie found in simple things such as sausage, mushroom and green olive pizza as she screamed "Mine!" and ate the whole thing herself. Everyone laughed. Kacie appreciated Kellen’s passion and steadfastness. When it was time for the vows, the extremely competent and dangerous young FBI agent looked at her groom with the same shy, tear-filled eyes that had graced the face of nervous, young brides for generations. But when their eyes locked, the rest of the world went away. They were the only two people in the room as they made their pledges to one another. Even Father Rabbitt's blessing of the rings could not break the spell that held them captive. It wasn't until Kevin gave his brother a gentle nudge toward the unity candle that Kellen and Kacie realized a song was being sung by his parents. His Mother rarely sang, preferring to share her music through her cello, but their version of By My Side had every one of the four-hundred guests dabbing their eyes. Kellen's kiss, after the pronouncement of the couple, was gentle yet filled with promise of passion yet to come. As the reception progressed from wedding cake photos, to the elegantly catered meal of broiled shrimp, chicken Kiev and baron of beef medallions and finally the dance, Kacie found the adoring attention of four-hundred friends and family becoming more than she could endure. She lost count of the number of times her meal was interrupted by enthusiastic demands for her and Kellen to kiss. Of course, the kisses themselves were wonderful but Kacie gave up

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Kate Bullis on eating until a new plate was placed before her. It was small and had one broiled shrimp, one medallion of beef, three bites of chicken, a small potato and a tiny bit of salad. She looked up at the raised eyebrow of her new father-in-law and merely nodded. The next time the glasses tinkled for a kiss, Dan Kincaid grabbed his wife and planted one on her that silenced the entire reception hall. Kacie smiled all the way through her food. She really did love her new father-in-law. By the time the dollar dance started, Kacie was beginning to become agitated. She tried, without success, to hide her apprehension of the up-coming wedding night. The harder she tried to hide her feelings, the more withdrawn and snippy she became. She smiled and was polite to the dance partners she didn't know. The dollar dance was a Midwest tradition Kellen had insisted on. They truly did not need the money, so they made it a fundraiser for the new children's psychiatric and behavioral health wing at Memorial hospital. Dr. Lauren Scott was relocating to DC to head up the new unit. As the dance went on and on, she was almost rude at times. When she purposely trod on Kevin Kincaid's instep, he clutched her tighter to him and said softly, "Do you really want to start your wedding night with a spanking?" All the fight left Kacie in an instant and her eyes filled with tears of stress and exhaustion. Kevin immediately softened. "Easy does it, little sister. Just a few more minutes and you and Kel can leave." He kissed her cheek softly, then, leaving her in Dennis Jones capable arms, he headed over to cut in on his brother's dance partner. His Aunt Becky, finding Kevin’s antics hilarious, graciously relinquished the groom. "Your wife is running on empty, big brother,” Kvein informed his older brother as they danced. I think you should move up the bouquet throw and garter toss, then take your leave. The rest of us can keep the party going and clean-up." Kellen glanced over at his new wife and saw the truth of his brother's words. As soon as the dollar dance finished, he quickly made his way to the bandleader and asked for the microphone. "Friends and family, it is time for my beautiful bride and I to take our leave, but before we do, we need all of the single girls and guys to come to the front of the dance floor." He gave Kacie a wink and mouthed the word soon. Everyone howled with laughter when eighty year-old Grandma Kincaid, who was a long-time widow, caught the bouquet and Artie Hamlin caught the garter. It was a toss up who blushed more, Artie or Grandma, as the lacy blue garter was slid up to the geriatric knee.

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Finding Kacie *** The clock struck 11:00 p.m. as Kellen Kincaid carried his new wife and all of her voluminous skirts into the beautiful Victorian Bed and Breakfast. He set her carefully on her feet, and then he gave her a deep, passionate kiss, filled with promise of things to come. Their bags had been brought up by the owner of the B&B and placed in the large walking closet. Kellen sat on the huge four-poster cherry bed and pulled Kacie between his legs. "There's nothing to worry about Agent Brat. I will take good care you. Now let me help you with your zipper, and then I'm going to take a quick shower while you change into something more ... comfortable," he ended, with a waggle of his eyebrows. Kacie presented her back without saying a word. Soon she felt his warm lips at the base of her neck. She shivered in response. Ever so slowly, he slid down her zipper, then trailed his index finger down its path. "I'll be back,” he said, his voice a husky imitation of Arnold Schwarznegger. Once Kacie heard the shower running, she carefully slid the beautiful satin and tulle gown off her shoulders to the floor. Her crinoline followed suit, then her garter and her stockings. She looked at her nude self in the tall cheval mirror hoping Kellen would like what he saw. Then she went about dressing in the short lacy negligee her attendants had given her. She was surprised that the gown was not long, but would soon learn there was a purpose. Kellen for his part was stiffer than a board. He knew he had to take care of business here in the shower if he was to have a hope of going slow enough to give his wife a proper introduction to the pleasure of intimacy. When he finished, he dressed in a dark green velour robe and slippers then made his way to his waiting wife. Kacie had lit candles and poured each of them a glass of the champagne chilling by the large marble fireplace. She smiled shyly as Kellen entered the room from the bathroom. He sat down in a large wing chair and pulled her to sit on his lap. He kissed her softly. "You are so very beautiful. Let me help you with your hair." With each pin he pulled out, he bestowed a kiss or a touch. After fifteen minutes her hair was free and her heart was racing. "Shake your hair loose, Sweetheart,” he said huskily. She did as he asked and he carried her to the bed. "I'm afraid,” she said, barely above a whisper. "What if I'm no

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Finding Kacie He penetrated her with one deep, clean thrust. She barely noticed the brief pain as she locked her long, supple legs around his hips and drove him onward. Kellen drove hard and fast until his own release shattered. It was a few minutes before they both came back to earth. He gently kissed the tears of joy from her cheeks. "That was the most beautiful experience I have ever had,” she said, trailing her fingers over his chest. "Me too,” he said, cuddling her close to his left side. "So you weren't disappointed?" she asked with a grin. He gave her backside a hearty whack, "You know damn well I wasn't. Now sleep while you can, it is going to be a long night.” Too late, his beautiful wife was already deep in slumber. "I love you Agent Wife."

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Chapter Twenty-Six They had their first serious argument one month to the day from their wedding as Kellen was leaving for an undercover assignment. "I don't understand why Dennis had to send you!" Kacie said for perhaps the tenth time that evening. "Keith is your age and he doesn't have a wife." "Kathryn you are being unreasonable. We have been over this at least a half dozen times. The SAC at the Philly office requested me personally." "It must be nice to be so wanted!" She realized, even as the words came out, she sounded like a snotty brat. Her husband agreed. "Drop the attitude Agent Brat unless you want a sore bottom to wait with." Kellen wished he had more time talk to his wife, but he was already late due to her railing. "Just like you to be a bully about it," she said, giving him her back. She heard his growl just before his hand connected a good half dozen times. "That is enough Kathryn. I have a job to do and by God I'm going to do it!" Then he softened. "Sweetheart, please, let's not part this way. I don't like the situation any better than you do. Come here and kiss me goodbye." Since they had been married, Kacie had learned to be freer with her emotions. Almost too much so! Kellen feared the pendulum had taken a big swing to the left. He hoped she found the middle soon. Kacie gave Kellen his kiss and walked him to the car. That night she cried herself to sleep. Sometimes being a grown-up really did suck. *** Dennis Jones was worried about Kacie Clayton-Kincaid. She was becoming more like her Father each day, not that Noah Kincaid wasn't one of the best, but Noah was a lone wolf and didn't take direction well. He took way too many risks. Call Dennis old-fashioned, but he just couldn't see a female doing what Noah did, especially a pretty, married one. He knew she was upset about not being assigned the undercover with Kellen. Everyone, including maintenance and security, knew she was upset. He had heard it from both

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Kate Bullis "Of course dear, why do you think we are sitting in the Walgreen's parking lot?" Martha laughed. *** "A baby, Gent. A real live baby! Kellen's baby! Kellen! I have to tell Kellen. I can't call him, boy, but I have to find some way to let him know.” Kacie said, to the now excited puppy. "Gent, I need a hooker outfit." Kacie spent the rest of the afternoon and evening preparing to join her husband. The first order of business was to learn more about his assignment. There was no way she could get any information from Dennis Jones and she doubted Uncle Nate would help her with this. Kacie started with Kellen's computer. Wouldn't you know, the rat had changed passwords. Kacie called her sister-in-law at VCU. "Kateri, I need your help. I need to find out what Kellen is working on and get to him. I have important information I have to pass on to him." "I suppose you need me to drive up there tonight?" Kateri queried. Kateri was working on a major research project for her Forensic Science class and did not want to take the time to drive clear to Kellen and Kacie’s house in Maryland. "Yes that would be best, the sooner the better. This information is really important." "Kacie you are not fooling me for a split second so quit trying. If the information you had were that important, Dennis Jones would know about it and you would have the information you need. Now remember, I have made a promise not to hack into any restricted files,” Kateri informed her. "All right, this may not be vital to anyone but me, but I have to get to him. Please Kateri. All I want you to do is break his password for me," Kacie pleaded. "Listen, I think I can talk you through that. And Kacie I know you would never do anything to risk Kellen's life or his assignment." "Thanks, Sis, I am sure glad someone has confidence in me," Kacie said sincerely. Thirty minutes later, Kacie had all the information she needed about Kellen's assignment and Kateri had shown her how to cover her tracks. She knew exactly how she was going to approach her role in the undercover. Her next call was to her father-in-law. "Hi Dan, I'm getting ready for an undercover assignment and need some make-up tips. It is important that no one recognizes

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Finding Kacie me. And I need you to tell me where to go to get the stuff too." Kacie knew her theatre-director-father-in-law would have just the information she needed. After thirty minutes, Kacie knew exactly where to go, who to talk to, and what to do. She took her list and then took Gent to a kennel. It was his first time and Kacie was a bit apprehensive about leaving him, but she didn't know how long she'd be away. *** Dan Kincaid could not shake the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. His daughter-in-law was not leveling with him. He was sure of it. That meant she was putting herself and probably his son in danger. Dan picked up the phone. *** After her morning battle with nausea, Kacie called into work sick. It wasn't a lie as she had spent the past two hours throwing up. Then she headed out with her list made and armed with hair supplies. The first stop was her gynecologist. Dr. Margot Hellier confirmed Kacie was indeed pregnant. Her due date was June 21st give or take two weeks. The date hit Kacie like a sock in the stomach. She sat down hard. "Agent Clayton-Kincaid is something wrong? Are you not happy about this pregnancy?" Doctor Hellier asked with concern. "Oh no, Doctor. I'm thrilled about the pregnancy. I want Kellen's baby more than anything in this world. The due date just took me by surprise is all. Now I am off to tell my husband." She pasted a smile on her face. "Next time, be sure he comes with you. I like the Father’s to be involved from the beginning,” the doctor stated. "I’m trying, Doctor. I am trying," Kacie assured. Kacie headed to a theatrical costume and make-up company. She bought everything on the list Dan had given her. Then she visited Tony Perelli and found the perfect wig. It was one he guaranteed would stay in place and look like her natural hair. It had better; it cost her nearly a week's pay. Perelli had also showed her how to apply the make-up. Next Kacie went to her long-time optician where she found the perfect color of contacts to pull off her disguise. The optician couldn't understand why she would want to mess with her own perfect eye color. Once she told him, it was for an important FBI undercover job, he was more than happy to cooperate. Kacie shook her head. The man definitely was watching too much CSI

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Finding Kacie the bad guys. She was dressed in a black suit with a crisp white blouse and black loafers. Her hair was pulled back at the nape in a braided bun. She exuded professionalism from the top of her head to her well-polished, black, Anne Klein loafers. George Witherspoon the SAC of the Philadelphia office greeted her with reservations. "I do not understand why Dennis would want to send someone in undercover so close to the bust and especially someone like you,” he said, unable to take his eyes off the beautiful agent before him. "As I told you on the phone, Sir, I have vital information that must get to Agent Kincaid as soon as possible. And I promise you Sir; once I'm in disguise you will not recognize me." "I find that very hard to believe Agent Clayton. No inappropriateness intended, but you are very hard to miss," the SAC said, with a brief slit in his face that passed for a smile. "Give me ten minutes in the ladies' room, Sir,” she said. Once he nodded his approval, she left to put on her disguise. *** George was becoming impatient. It had been twenty, no make that twenty-five, minutes since Clayton had left to put on her disguise and if that wasn't enough, the temp agency had sent this long, curly-haired, redhead with a chest the size of Texas and a New Jersey twang reminiscent of fingernails on a blackboard to fill for his regular secretary. "What the hell is taking Clayton so long, Lydia?" the SAC said to another agent in the office, "Go to the ladies' room and see if Clayton has flushed herself down." Before the other agent could leave to do her bosses bidding, the red-headed secretary piped up in a perfectly modulated voice, "Don't bother, Agent Carlson, Agent Clayton has been serving your boss coffee and pushing his papers for the past fifteen minutes. So Sir, do you think my disguise will pass?" Kacie said in her normal speaking voice stunning them all. Witherspoon gaped in astonishment for a moment then replied, "Yeah it'll do, if someone doesn't kill you just to stop that voice." Kacie laughed and picked up the directions for Kellen's location. Bracing herself for his displeasure, she hailed a cab. *** Kellen was mentally exhausted. He couldn't wait for this assignment to be finished. He missed Kacie. He missed Gent.

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Finding Kacie "Jake we have a problem with tonight's delivery," Meredith said, changing the subject. She was pretty certain if this ... creature had managed to find Jake, that she was also a police officer of some sort. "What problem?" Kellen asked, on instant alert. "Paglitoni is demanding younger girls. He says fourteen, fifteen, sixteen is just too old. He wants to photograph twelve, thirteen-year-olds. Girls just starting 'the bloom of womanhood' the old pervert said. He makes me want to puke. Anyway Parker, Loomis and Irvin can maybe pass for fifteen, sixteen, but no way will they pass for twelve." "Ok, Merry, this is what we'll do. You go back to Paglitoni and stall him. Tell him that young ones are hard to come by and more exspensive. Tell him I will bring the three I promised and one or two younger girls if I can find them. And Merry, be careful! Paglitoni is one bad assed dude," Kellen said. "Will do, boss, you going to bring the bimbo with you?" she asked with a grin. "Oh yeah she'll be along. She might even save our asses,” he said, then added for Kacie's ears alone, "That is if she still has one left when I finish with her." Kacie gulped. *** Kellen and Kacie picked up the three undercover police trainees, plus two additional girls. Kellen was completely against the use of these younger trainees, but had to admit they did look closer to twelve than nineteen. One of the girls was of Asian descent and couldn't have stood much more than four and a half feet tall. He had no idea how she was accepted into the police academy. When the two agents and five trainees arrived at the deserted warehouse where the rendezvous was to occur, Kellen told Kacie to stay nearby, but not to come in. She was to alert George Witherspoon and the other agents in case Kellen's wire was spotted. Kacie agreed without question. Kellen was both impressed and surprised at her acquiescence. The sound of a bloodcurdling scream five minutes later was enough to send Kacie racing from the vehicle to a dirty window in the side of the warehouse. It was pure dumb luck that her makeup case, which contained a compact video camera, was looped over her arm. The sight that greeted her reactivated her nausea and forced her to use precious seconds to get it under control. She quickly and quietly set up the camera.

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Finding Kacie as a wet hen. He had a feeling young Agent Clayton hadn't been entirely honest with him. *** Kacie followed the van ten miles outside of town, being careful not to be spotted. The van turned into a gated compound. Kacie parked out of sight and quickly changed into a second costume. This one she had owned ever since her father showed her how to become invisible at night when she was thirteen years old. Quickly, she discarded the wig, but left her hair piled on top of her head. Then she changed from the waitress uniform into a black hooded unitard and black combat boots. Finally, she applied the black face paint and black gloves. She pulled the infrared binoculars from her bag, placed all of her discarded clothes in the trunk of Kellen's car, and headed toward the six-foot high fence of the compound. It took Kacie about five minutes to find the perfect tree. She stealthily climbed to a limb higher than the fence. Then, using her gymnastics skills and a quick prayer, she jumped past the fence and rolled up against the building. Good thing she was in the early stages of pregnancy. Kacie couldn’t imainge doing this in a couple of months. Kacie, she did not see the lone guard at the left corner of the building. The guard raised his semi automatic weapon and ...'Snick' went a silenced pistol. The guard fell over dead, Kacie being none the wiser. She looked into several windows. She heard a scream of anguish at the opposite end of the building, quickly followed by another and another. Kacie followed the tormented screams. The sight that greeted her once again had her vomiting in the shrubbery. There in the room in front of her were the five trainees stripped naked. Mary Sue Parker was suspended from a hook in the ceiling, her bare back being lashed with a cruel whip. Huddled on a bed on the far side of the room were three younger girls, probably genuine twelve or thirteen year-olds. Two were sobbing openly; the other was trying to give comfort. Kacie quickly called George Witherspoon and relayed the information asking for back-up and ambulances to be sent as quickly as possible. When Witherspoon started to rail at her she cut him off saying "Get used to it, Sir. Noah Clayton is my father and Kellen Kincaid is my husband." Click went the receiver. Kacie had work to do the lectures would have to wait. "Well shit!" growled George Witherspoon to no one. "That explains a hellova lot." Noah Clayton’s daughter, he should have known. Kacie went back to the window and waited as long as she

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Chapter Twenty-Seven Six months later, April 27 2005 Kellen gazed at his beautiful, pregnant wife, sleeping contentedly in the large four-poster bed, from the French doors that led to the balcony of the Master bedroom. Today was her twenty-seventh birthday, her Golden Birthday. He had teasingly told her the day before that a Golden Birthday meant double the birthday spanks. She had merely laughed, waggled her hips, and said, "I hope so." As he sipped his freshly brewed Sumatra coffee, he thought of how much she had grown and changed in the ten months since he had first met her. She was no longer focused solely on her work, although she gave it her total concentration when she was on an assignment. When she was home, she wasn't Kathryn Claire Clayton-Kincaid FBI agent extraordinaire; she was simply Kacie Kincaid, his sometimes bratty, oft-times tender, but always beautiful and intelligent wife. She had continued to cultivate her friendships with the Friday night group and now could say she truly had a new best friend in Debbie Fisher. She had grown even closer to her sister-in-law Lily, and very close to his sister, Kateri. She had started weekly counseling with Lauren Scott as soon as the doctor had opened her new office in DC. Lauren had confided to him that Kacie was making rapid and amazing progress. He continued to gaze at his wife. She was softer too. She was always a professional on the job, but with softer edges. Since the pregnancy, she had become obsessed with the color pink. She still wore regulation outfits to work, but added as many pink touches as Dennis Jones would allow, pink ribbons, pink scarves, and pink jewelry. Dennis stopped her when she tried to wear pink sunglasses. She tried decorating her cubicle with pink lace and bunting, but Dennis Jones drew the line there. She had pouted an entire day. Kellen told her she was being silly. The rest of the unit found her antics hilarious. The next time Kellen was sent out on an undercover without her, she had had the entire interior of the house painted pink. Kellen had spanked her firmly, but without force. Light stingy swats of the rubber spatula, with enough repetitions to give her beautiful, more-rounded bottom a healthy glow. Then he had had

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Finding Kacie the interior repainted, leaving the baby's room and one wall in their bedroom pink to appease her. And the cravings! Kellen couldn't count the number of times he had gone out in the middle of the night for combinations that made him want to puke, sardines and pineapple, chili with sliced mangos on top. Sometimes he truly worried how this baby would turn out. Just the thought of some of those combinations made him shdder. When he mentioned his fears to her, Kacie merely laughed and sent him for double chocolate peanut butter fudge ice cream and a tin of anchovies. Kacie had been his lifeline too. After Meredith Blickenstaff had been murdered, Kellen had gone into a depression. He blamed himself pure and simple. Oh, his head knew that they had been betrayed, but for the first time in his eight-year FBI career he questioned his instincts. He should have 'felt' something was wrong before sending Meredith to her death. Somehow, he should have been more cautious. It had taken him much longer than necessary to recover from his physical wounds. After a month of lying around the house, not touching the piano and feeling sorry for himself, his feisty young wife had looked him in the eye (by means of holding his necktie and dragging his eyes to her level) and said, "Suck it up, Kincaid. Sometimes terrible things happen and there is nothing we can do about it. It isn't fair. Life isn’t fair. It isn't our fault. It just 'is'. Meredith's death was horrible, but there is nothing you can do but carry on and rid the world of more bad guys. Now get off your butt and get back to work. The team needs you. The world needs you. I need you,” she had said, sincerely. Kellen had been ticked-off at the time and didn't believe her, but he had gone to work anyway. He had missed the tear that straggled down her cheek after her chiding. He had been coerced into counseling by Dennis Jones and Noah Clayton. He had to admit having an objective outsider to talk to about Meredith's death had helped to come to terms with it and his own involvement. It had been the turning point in his emotional recovery. Kellen watched now as the seven-month fetus nestled in his wife's uterus did what appeared from the outside to be a complete somersault. He recalled with fondness, the first day Kacie had felt the baby move. He had come home from work late and totally exhausted. To say the day had gone badly would have been an understatement of gigantic proportions. They had lost two kidnapped children that day. Sometimes Kellen really considered leaving the agency. Having to tell a pair of frantic parents that they had arrived too late,

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Finding Kacie *** "Thank you for coming down so quickly, Agents" Arnold Bosworth, the Carroll County medical examiner said, as he pushed his bifocals up his nose. "Understand, Agent ClaytonKincaid, at the moment all we have is a skeleton and some clothing. The official ID will come from dental records, of course, but if you can identify some of the clothing that could help. I must caution you however that sometimes seeing the remains can make a witness think they recognize something they really didn't." Before the Bosworth could finish, Kacie began from memory, "She was wearing, pink shorts girls’ size 14, a white short sleeved shirt, and striped canvas sneakers. On the inside of the sneakers was written R. E. C. for Rachel Elizabeth Cunningham. There may have been a small orange, pink, and white striped purse with a shoulder strap. If the killer were smart, he would have buried it with her to hide it. Also, if the CSI team was very thorough, they should have found a ring of 14 carat gold with three small pearls. Oh and there will be semen residue on the polka-a-dotted panties and her trachea will be crushed," she added almost dispassionately ... almost. Bosworth was amazed at her recall, as were the Carroll County Sheriff, Noah, and Kellen. "Agent Clayton, there is no need for you to view the body. I am as certain as I can be without the dental records that the remains found were indeed that of Rachel Cunningham. You have been through enough. You may go home." "No! Don't you understand? It has been fifteen years! I have to see for myself!" Kacie exclaimed, looking frantically from her husband to her Father for support. "Easy, Sweetheart, Dr. Bosworth was just trying to be kind. I am sure he will let you spend a couple of minutes with Rachel," Kellen said to Kacie, but his message was given directly to Doctor Bosworth with his eyes. Bosworth nodded. "If you are ready, you may come this way,” Bosworth said, opening the doors to the morgue. There on the examining table lay Rachel's remains as carefully reconstructed as possible. Her garments and personal effects, or what was left of them, had been arranged on a second table. Kacie automatically pulled on a pair of latex gloves from a box sitting on a cart to the right of the examining table. Gently, almost reverently, she touched each familiar article of clothing as tears poured silently down her face. Then she went to the skeleton itself and laid her cumbersome bulk across it as the tears continued to rain down.

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Finding Kacie Chapter Twenty-Eight May 1st, 2005 The aromatic smell of the Fringe tree filled the senses of the mourners gathered to finally say goodbye to Rachel Elizabeth Cunningham. The beautiful clusters of large white flowers joined those of the Dogwood and the Redbud to give beauty to the Cemetery that was to be Rachel's final resting place. However, it was a rare Red Mulberry tree that was chosen to shelter the grave of the once missing girl. Kacie had shared with Roberta Cunningham how one of the last reports she and Rachel had done together had been about the Red Mulberry tree, and how the invasive, non-native, White Mulberry Tree, was driving it to extinction. When she and Roberta had found an open gravesite beneath a Red Mulberry, they knew this was where Rachel had to be buried. The small graveside service ended with the twenty-five, or so, close family and friends singing What a Friend We Have In Jesus. It had been Rachel's favorite hymn. At the end of the service, all who wished were invited to take a long-stemmed pink rose from vase beside the grave and place it on the coffin. The beautiful pregnant woman in the gauzy black maternity dress piped in pink, her long ash blonde hair curling once again near her hips, was the last to place her flower. She leaned down and gently kissed the casket, placing her flower across the others already lain. A gentle breeze touched her cheek and an inaudible voice said "Thank you." Kacie smiled her heart filled with warmth and replied, "You're welcome." ***

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