Tension was still high within the group and not thanks to the car chase from hell. At least Morgan wasn't on Eleonor's throat anymore. She'd reluctantly let her go and now all of them were heading inside with Leon and Manny carrying their client between the two of them. Malone trudged along, her shoulder pounding and Ku droning in her head his usual spiel about blood compensation and how he was a war god and how dare she call him Rihanna. She was ignoring him, mostly. In her current condition his constant griping was beginning to get on her nerves. Well, since Leon had requested him back she would be most elated to comply once they were inside the house and she had her but firmly planted on a piece of furniture. Manny had provided some basic first aid on her shoulder. He'd cleaned the wound as best he could with the materials Kennedy had brought to him and left her with a pat on her good shoulder to help Leon with Madeline. Malone muttered a raspy 'thanks' to the man, glad to know he really did come through for his teammates when it mattered.

	As the group entered the house and spread out to explore rooms and take care of the injured, which would be Malone herself and their client Madeline, Morgan started explaining about the house and how she knew to stash the team there. Listening to her the ex-FBI completely forgot to remove Ku and even to sit. This somehow felt more important than her waning strength and diminishing stamina. Was the secretive Morgan Blackwood finally going to reveal something about herself to the group. And why did it feel like she was almost fearful to do so? Like whatever she shared with the team about herself would lead the others to turn away from her somehow.

	Malone tried to peace together what little she knew about Morgan and fit in any new info she might have pilled up, but it was increasingly more difficult to do so with her disappearing strength and Ku's constant droning in her head. Morgan was talking about the history of this place and what Kennedy had discovered on one of the upper floors upon her first cursory search of the house. Apparently this used to be the headquarters for the Lachallan Society. [i]Wait? That cult Morgan spoke of during our first meet with Madeline. But how could she have been involved on behalf of the Bureau back then?!? Didn't she say that that case spanned the late thirties and the early forties of the past century?[/i] Malone's brain stalled. But how could that be possible? That would mean that Morgan is... That she isn't... That...

	The profiler looked over to the person in question. Morgan had an air of resignation of sorts about her. Almost as if she were thinking: [i]There, I've said it! Do with it as you must![/i] But what could they do? It's not like she'd told them anything specific. Her words only alluded to something... something potentially big. The proverbial [i]big reveal[/i]. But it was as if she was letting the members of the team make whatever they may of the information bomb she'd just dropped. And right when they were in the middle of a shit storm. Ambushed at the airport, indicating the moves of the Group were closely watched and followed. Or those of their client, Madeline. Chased down by thugs and then an unknown disgusting demon thing that had even managed to tag her with some nasty-ass dagger of shorts. As if on cue, her shoulder throbbed with a dull ache, followed by a slight pull and an answering mutter by Ku. [i]"Oh, no you don't. Not while this war god is on the job!"[/i] The pull dissipated and Malone regained her lost focus.

	This was so not the time for [i]big reveals[/i]. [i]God damn it, Morgan. Could you not have waited until we were done with this shit bag of a case?[/i] Malone grumbled internally and Ku chuckled in her head at the gripe. For some reason the ex-FBI did not feel threatened by Morgan's little share moment though. Sure, the conclusions that had to be drawn from the information presented proved that Miss Blackwood was not entirely human, if Malone's math was correct. And she would be the first to admit that it often wasn't. But not in this case. Out of nowhere she flashed back on her first encounter with evil. Her first face to face with the supernatural world. The day she became convinced that pure, unadulterated evil really did exist. She'd stared it in the eyes. She had come to know it. Understand it. Delved into it's twisted physique. To the point where she could recognize it. She felt none of that when she looked at Morgan. A mysterious person, without doubt. Someone who keeps to herself and others at arms length. Sure enough. But nothing twisted. Just a ton of restraint and guarded privacy. No evil!

	Armed with those thoughts and conclusions Malone approached Morgan. If the woman feared what she'd just revealed might pit the Group against her, Malone needed to demonstrate she, at least, still trusted Morgan. And she did. It was largely instinct, but padded with a fair amount of deductive conclusions based off of tangible information and facts.

	She drew closer to Morgan pulling Ku off her face with the words: "You can have Rihanna back, Leon. Too high maintenance for my taste." Then she turned towards her intended target. "Morgan..." She started, but as soon as the glasses left her face, her body lost all cohesion and she dropped ungracefully on the nearby armchair unresponsive.

	Universes swirled all around her, in her, part of her, until she was the universes. All of them and none of them. They existed, but they didn't. She was the universe and she wasn't. Lights, sounds, darkness, silence. Everything and nothing swished and sloshed. Ebbed and withdrew. Pulsed. [i]Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.[/i] The incessant, rhythmic thrumming of the pulse. Her pulse. The universes pulse. It's pulse. It throbbed. There and everywhere. But there first. There foremost. Always there. Now always there. Now and forevermore. [i]Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum![/i] It was a language. Or a code. Or a language-code. She understood. It spoke. To her. Her alone. It was her language. And its. Hers and its alone. She listened. [i]Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum![/i] It spoke.

	Suddenly she found herself in a stuffy closet of a room. She was a man, skinny, almost emaciated. But she felt no hunger. Only fear and elation. She-he was entrusted with a task. They were to spy on them. The sister had to be acquired. But she'd brought others with her. And not just some random helpers. These were powerful defenders. He could sense it. A which with a power beyond measure. And there were others who held power as well. He dared not delve too deep to find out lest they sensed him. He needed to inform the Master. The Master should know of this.

	Malone was pulled out of this universe and thrust into another. Distorted. Vile. Gruesome. Disturbing. Familiar. Sought after. Welcoming. Beckoning. Alluring. Inviting. She melted into its fabric. Purple. Pulsing. [i]Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum![/i] Yes! Her language. And its. Hers and its.

	"[i]You were not to touch them![/i]" A chilling disembodied voice cut through her mind, their mind, like a hot knife through butter. They shattered with fear. "[i]You alerted them to our involvement.[/i]"

	"No, Master!" They protested weakly. "We only meant to follow..."

	"[i]WE![/i]" The voice interrupted. "You merged with one of them?!?"

	"We... I... tried, Master... Failed... Was expelled!"

	"[i]Yet you return to our sanctum with this bleed through! INCOMPETENT INSECT!!![/i]" The voice terrorized.

	Before Malone was deconstructed from the vile universe she glimpsed a face. But not a face. It could not have been a face. It was no face she'd ever seen!

	"Cthulhu fhtagn!" Malone shouted, suddenly blinking awake, springing on her feet to stare at a mixture of concerned and shocked expressions. She opened her mouth to speak and darkness enshrouded her as she lost consciousness for the second time this day.