[✘] biography.

[profiler]

Becky George, for ten blissfully happy and ignorant years, lived with her parents and older brother in Augusta. Every year they would drive up to visit the state fair in Bangor, Maine. Becky's favourite attraction was the pony ride; the man operating it kept letting her cut to the front of the line. When the day was winding down, he took her aside and offered to bring one of the ponies to her house, to visit. Becky gave him her address, thinking he wouldn't come. But he did. In through the window, and took her. For eighteen months, Becky George flitted from motel to motel and attic to attic with him, until she was saved - by herself. Becky George started a fire that killed three people to escape and didn't speak for a month; Becky George was not found or rescued, she got away; Becky George, eleven years old, was not the same.

Rebecca Locke is not Becky George. She is not a little lost girl in need of repair or handouts. She's an FBI agent who has been working in Los Angeles for the Violent Crimes Unit for the past six months, and she's good at her job. Rebecca has a gift for profiling, an uncanny knack for putting herself in the victim's or unsub's mind, because Rebecca does not have much personality of her own. She's an exceptional agent but a horrible conversationalist; socially awkward and very private, with a professional penchant for putting herself in harm's way. Since becoming closer with her team, she's been making small and cautious efforts toward interacting more normally with just about everything. Rebecca Locke has never been very good at "just hanging"; Rebecca Locke doesn't like to be dissected, yet she allows herself to be used; Rebecca Locke, twenty-five years old, is a work in progress.

[✘] new girl in town. p. why'd she change her name? w. any number of reasons. her namesake, the apostle, he took another name after he saw the light. p. well she saw the dark. i'll tell you what i think. i think her old name made people ask questions, questions that she couldn't answer, like what had he done to her. that's a long time in eighteen months and she couldn't get away. w. this girl has a gift, paul. forged in pain. and she wants me to use her. p. i bet that's what the guy that stole her the first time told himself. r. so now what? you gonna take me some place and make me into nobody? joke's on you. i was made a nobody a long time ago. by something a hell of a lot scarier than you. [✘] everything nice. r. hey, what is it. d. ultrasound image of a fetus. r. oh! paul's baby - his wife's baby. the one that's... inside her. i thought it was a case file. you know, some gruesome serial crime. but this is... better? m. hey, you know, you might actually be a good father. r. you wanna protect him, bring him here. show him what you do. let him see the world for what it is. d. yeah, show him the morgue. r. i'm serious. kids are a lot stronger than people think. they should know what's out there. p. yeah, i think i'll just let him stay a kid awhile. protect him by protecting him. building better walls. r. no such thing. [✘] old wounds. r. becky george was a ten-year-old girl taken from her bed in the middle of the night by a stranger. becky george was lost for eighteen months. becky george got away on her own. nobody found becky george. p. becky... r. rebecca! i'm rebecca. and i'm a special agent with the federal bureau of investigation, i'm not some lost little girl. don't you ever presume to treat me like one. [✘] the loneliest number. r. this is starting to feel like, um... dinner. i wasn't expecting - i've gotta go. i've... i've got a thing. r. what happened to me is hardly a secret. it was made into a lifetime movie. r. so just because i didn't want to have an onion flower with the gang, now i can't do my job. g. everyone here has heard everyone else's story. it's the first thing you do as a part of the group. r. i guess it started a few years ago, when i met... actually it started when i was ten. or it ended there - i still can't decide. we were at the state fair in bangor. bangor, maine. my parents took us there every year. there was a man running the pony ride. he kept letting me cut to the front of the line and i kept going around and getting on, then he pulled me to the side and he asked for my address. he said he wanted to bring one of the ponies to my house, to visit. and i guess i'm an idiot because i gave it to him. i didn't think he'd come. we lived in augusta - it was far. but he came. he came through my window and he took me. and i was with him for eighteen months, until i... until i... sorry. [✘] gem. r. maybe now she has a chance. w. maybe. although what i think happened to that little girl will stay with her her whole life. i think she'll always be locked in a dark room. and anyone who cares about her enough to try and rescue her may find themselves trapped in there with her. r. she can survive this. i know, i got out of that room. w. i wasn't talking about you, was i? [✘] skin and bone. m. she wasn't packing. paul, i don't think she ever unpacked. p. so, what? she's been living out of boxes and suitcases for the past six months? m. maybe she is robot girl. m. you know she owns one plate? one. d. apparently the way she likes to unwind after slaving over a hot death is to go home and scour missing persons databases. m. ... she's always working a case, and she's always getting taken. i'm just saying, "girl to grab" isn't just some volume four of an encyclopedia. it's rebecca's life. she gets taken - like it's a hobby. d. it is kind of on the freaky side of often. m. ... look, we all know she had a tragic defining experience when she was ten. but i don't think she knows any other way to live. it's like maybe all the free time she has, she's just waiting. like life is just something that happens between abductions. r. sometimes i just - i feel like i'm gonna disappear. r. sometimes, i can't feel myself. in my head, i try to find the part of me that's me and i just - and i can't. like i'm gonna turn into dust and slip through your hands.