Slowly creeping up to Hannah, Shanel lunged at her with the syringe raised over her head. At the last possible moment, Hannah ducked, and rolled onto the floor. She got to her feet with her hands raised in front of her, stunned by what just happened. With a wild, manic cry, Shanel tried again with the same result. She was shaking from head to foot and started yelling at Hannah:

"Ya stupid bitch! How dare ya take Randall away from me?! He's mine! Ya can't have him!"

"I don't want Randall, Shanel. What's wrong with you? Have you lost your mind?" Hannah shrieked in fear still holding her hands in front of her in a defensive position.

"I lost my mind?? Ya get to have all the ice in the world for free. What the fuck is that? What makes ya so special? So ya gave him some doe, big fucking deal!"

"It's Randall's decision what he wants to do not mine and you know it. Now calm down." Hannah tried to reason with Shanel but it only made things worse.

"Calm down?! Calm down?! I ain't gonna calm down! I'm gonna kill ya! This needle has HIV in it! One shot of this and ya goin nighty night forever!"

She lunged at Hannah again and this time when Hannah ducked, she remembered a move she was taught when she went to SMU and took a self-defense class. She crouched down and kicked her leg up high; she got Shanel in the chest and the force of the impact, sent Shanel flying across the room into a wall. The syringe flew out of her hand and landed on the floor where it rolled into the middle of the room. Hannah looked at Shanel in shock as the latter wasn't moving. She was slumped against the wall as Hannah walked over to her and checked her pulse. There wasn't one. She then backed up toward the edge of the room and curled into a ball on the floor; rocking back and forth.

Loud bangs were heard from the outside and suddenly there was a rush of air as a bunch of yelling was heard. It was like déjà vu all over again. Men dressed in black with guns and flashlights came blazing into the warehouse from all sides like bees swarming on honey. It was another raid and this time it seemed like it was double or triple the amount of agents then the last one. Allen and Ryan were right behind the SWAT team and Allen quickly spotted Hannah as he scanned the first floor efficiently and hurried towards her.

"Hannah. Hannah! It's Allen; are you hurt?" His eyes were wide with concern. She looked like she was going to die right on him.

"I killed her. I killed her. I killed her." Hannah kept repeating over and over as tears poured from her eyes.

"Killed who?" Allen asked confused. Hannah nodded in Shanel's direction as one of the SWAT team members checked on Shanel and shook his head. She was gone alright. Just then the officer saw the syringe and started to kneel down to pick it up.

"No! Don't touch that! She said there was HIV in there. She tried to poke me with it when she attacked me; she said she wanted to kill me. Please be careful!" She warned the officer who quickly straightened up.

Even in her dire state, Hannah was still worried about others and Allen saw that. She needed to be checked out and stat. He told Ryan to call the paramedics and get everyone out of there to be checked out before they were either brought in for questioning or released. When the EMT's arrived, Allen had one of his agents escort Hannah to a waiting ambulance to get checked out; it was obvious she was very traumatized by the events that had just taken place. The coroner was also called to pick up Shanel's body; she was the only fatality that night. Meanwhile, with the rest of the warehouse secure, he went up to the third floor where his agents had Randall at gun point.

"Aw come on man, ya got nothin on me. I'll be outta there by tomorrow mornin and ya know that!" Randall was stumbling over his own words and having a hard time standing still.

"I highly doubt that." Allen said cryptically.

"Yeah right. So I took a little LSD, big deal. It's not like I have shit here that ya can find. Go look for yourself occifer." He looked bored and high as a kite as he mispronounced the word.

"Oh I will Randall.....or should I call you Scorpio?" Allen looked Randall dead in the eye.

There was a deafening silence. Randall looked at Allen for a brief moment and then as if a switch was flipped he stopped fumbling around and stood perfectly still. An evil look entered his eyes and his blurriness cleared instantly as he smiled at Allen and bowed formally.

"Bravo agent; I must admit that I'm surprised you were able to figure it out." His gangster accent disappeared and he spoke perfect English. It was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

"Take your shirt off and show me your back." Allen ordered. Randall laughed dryly.

"You already know what you're going to find, why bother?"

"Because I said so." Allen said.

Randall took off his shirt and turned to face the agents. Across his whole entire back was a full back piece tattoo of a scorpion; it was black, brown, and vicious looking. Allen then told his agents to cuff Randall and bring him to headquarters. Meanwhile, he went outside to check on Hannah who had gotten the all clear from the paramedics. She was in shock and covered in a blanket but other than that she didn't have anything wrong with her. Allen decided to take her down the station to question her. She wasn't going to be arrested but perhaps she could tell him something she saw.

Hannah was placed in an interview room, she was given a sandwich and some orange juice per the paramedics' assessment that she needed food and some sugar in her system to help deal with the shock; plus her blood pressure was low. She sat on the floor and ate her sandwich slowly and drank the orange juice. She was still rocking back and forth but at least she wasn't shaking anymore.

In another room, Allen and Ryan had Randall aka Scorpio sitting with his back against the wall. His story was something you would see on an episode of CSI. Randall was born Randall Javier Gonzales but changed his last name to Miller and dropped the middle name once he became involved with the cartel in Mexico. He was the oldest of fraternal triplets. His youngest siblings were Carlos and Carlita. He was a multimillionaire. He had a mansion the size of a fortress in Richardson, Texas. Carlos, who was heavily into cocaine use, would often spend the night in the warehouse, while Randall would go back to his actual home.

Because all of the addicts in the warehouse were often high, they couldn't tell the difference between Carlos and Randall. They were the same height and built and their voices were very similar. The only difference was that Carlos was darker skinned then Randall but because of how dim the light was in the warehouse, no one could tell the difference unless they were sober. The thugs that had come to ruffle Randall's feathers originally, actually spoke to Carlos and it was Randall that paid them with Hannah's money. However, as soon as the thugs delivered the left over money to the boss, Randall had them killed for putting his whole enterprise in danger.

As for the man that finally got him captured, Randall had decided to take him out himself and it was indeed a crime of passion because that man had murdered his sister Carlita. The latter was a mother of four and wasn't in the drug business but Carlos had rubbed someone the wrong way when he was trying to gamble on some race horses and lost. The man had come to Carlos' house and saw Carlita. He raped her repeatedly in front of her children and killed her. Randall was so overcome with grief and rage that he took it upon himself to take the vicious killer out. He didn't want his own squad to do it.

It was that grief that made him careless enough to leave his fingerprint on the casing of the bullet and ultimately tie all of the cases together. Randall was a lot like Al Capone, Albert Anastasia, and Lucky Luciano all in one. He very rarely did his own killing unless it was personal but when he did it was 4 times more brutal then anything he sent his henchmen to do. Randall was the biggest kingpin in 3 states; California, Arizona, and Texas. Allen knew that he had to work with the DEA from the other two states in order to give more bang for their buck. So Randall would be extradited to the other two states first before coming back to Texas and standing trial there. Reason being was that Texas had an active death penalty and once convicted, it wouldn't be long before the person got the needle.

Besides drug trafficking, prostitution, money laundering, and tax evasion; Randall aka Scorpio was also responsible for ordering over 200 murders in the United States and 10 extra ones were committed by his own hand. He was ruthless. But because he never used his alias unless he was dealing with his boss who was the leader of the largest drug syndicate in Mexico, it was very hard to pin everything on him. Randall sat and spilled his guts about everything except the murders.

"Tell us about your boss, Randall." Allen said after they were in the interrogation room for 5 hours.

"No way, man. I told you everything about my own crimes but there's no way in hell I'm saying anything else. I'm a dead man if I do." Randall said, shaking his head.

"You're a dead man anyways. You realize that the DA will be seeking the death penalty, right?" Ryan said to him.

"That's fine. I'd rather go with a needle in my arm than labeled as a snitch. Besides, you have no idea who you're messing with. If you think what I did was bad, the boss is about a zillion times worse. Besides, I won't put my family at risk. I may be a killer but I don't go after other people's families, if you get my drift."

"So you're saying your boss not only kills his highest lieutenants but their families as well." Ryan said as a statement of fact.

"That's right, junior. I already lost my sister; I refuse to lose anyone else." Randall said crossing his arms over his chest.

"That's Agent Dresden to you." Ryan said coldly.

"Whatever." Randall said defiantly rolling his eyes.

They put Randall back into lock up and told the officers downstairs to start his booking process. He was a high risk inmate so he would be put into solitary confinement once he was transferred to a federal prison to await trial. Meanwhile, it was 6am and the sun was starting to slowly rise in the east. Hannah was still sitting on the floor shaking. She felt a little better but she still couldn't get Shanel's distorted features out of her mind.

Allen had gotten the toxicology report on Shanel by then and he showed it to Ryan as they went to interview Hannah. He also had the result of the contents of the syringe with him as well. They entered the room and found Hannah in the same position she had been when they left her earlier. Allen felt immensely sad for her and hoped she could give them something more for her to get it off of her chest than anything else. They had a mountain of evidence against Randall as it was. Allen helped her up and she sat down in the chair. Before Allen could even ask how Hannah was holding up, Ryan jumped in:

"So what is your involvement with Scorpio?"

"Who?" Hannah looked from one to the other, very confused.

"Oh don't play dumb! You know perfectly well who I'm talking about." Ryan said harshly then threw a picture of Randall onto the table.

"That's Randall. Who is Scorpio?" Hannah said looking at the photo.

"Lady, we've had a long night. Was he your pimp? How many tricks did you turn for him a night?" Ryan said annoyed.

"Pimp? Tricks? What are you talking about? He just sold me meth when I needed it. He was never any of those things to me nor I to him. I'm addicted to meth; I admit that but that's it." Hannah said starting to shake hard again.

"Oh cut the bull—" Before Ryan had the chance to say anything else, Allen spoke up loudly.

"Ryan, can I see you outside? Now!" The two of them got up and left and Allen cornered him in the hallway.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? She's not a suspect. If anything she's a witness and a terribly shaken up one at that! I get that you're tired but quit acting like an asshole!" Allen said.

"You're not thinking clearly. You've developed a soft spot for her. She's just an addict!" Ryan fired back as Allen narrowed his eyes and got into Ryan's face.

"Listen hot shot; she may be an addict but she's still a human being. She never harmed anyone but herself and plus she's chronically ill. If you can't act civilly towards her, then don't bother questioning! Get over yourself! That's not how we work here! You got that?" Allen raised his voice as other agents looked at them. Ryan rubbed his hand through his hair.

"Yeah I got it."

"Good. Now I'll take the rest of the interview from here. You can go with Phillips and interview Carlos." With that, Allen turned around and walked back into the interview room with Hannah leaving Ryan to his own devices.

The folder with the toxicology reports were still laying on the table. Hannah was shaking from head to foot again. Ryan's nasty behavior gave her some version of PTSD after dealing with Shanel's attack and her subsequent death. Hannah didn't know what to say or do except just rock back and forth again repeating the same words she said to Allen when he first found her in the warehouse.

"I killed her. I killed her. I killed her."

"No, Hannah, you didn't." Allen said softly to her, moving his chair closer. She looked up at him then and stopped rocking.

"Wh-what do you mean? I kicked her in the chest and sh-she went flying. Then she wasn't breathing."

"Hannah, I got the toxicology report right here. The medical examiner said that Shanel had 3 drugs in her system. She had speed-balled heroin and cocaine and took LSD on top of that. She would have died whether you kicked her or not. She overdosed. Besides, you kicked her in self-defense. None of this is your fault. On top of that, the syringe which she said had HIV in it didn't. It was just dirty toilet water; still nothing to inject someone with, but it wasn't HIV."

Allen waited until everything that he had just said to her had sunk in and tears began to roll down her cheeks. She began to weep as she wondered if she was ever going to wake up from this nightmare. Hannah knew she couldn't go back to her life of meth but she couldn't go back to the house either. Chris wasn't her life anymore. It was like she didn't belong anywhere. Allen handed her a tissue box and then asked her to tell him everything since they last met.

Hannah blew her nose and slowly started telling him about everything she had seen and done. She told him about the confrontation with Chris and Scarlett, pawning her car, the new bank account, not having a home, and then reluctantly, she told him about the $1500 that she gave Randall to pay off the thugs. Allen wrote everything down. She wasn't under arrest and was free to go once they were done. She had been of more help then she could have known. Than with soulful eyes of pain Hannah asked him:

"Where do I go now? I don't have anywhere to go. I don't have a home anymore." She said as fresh tears squeezed out of her eyes.

Allen thought for a long moment as he looked into her beautiful brown eyes and felt his heart melt. He then made a decision that would change both of their lives forever....