Although the case was, for all intents an purposes, solved, the mood at the station was very somber. Mostly, people thought that Johnson should rot in hell for what he did. Some were angry that he wasn't around to face punishment. Others felt, as Lance did, that Devin shouldn't have to spend any more time in jail than absolutely necessary. All in all, it made for a very bizarre Friday. Lance spent the rest of the day working on the case file. He made sure that all the necessary reports were included: ME, ballistics, CSI, trace, etc. A transcript of Devin's interrogation as well as Lance's own notes were added to the manila folder before he walked it down to Records to file in the "Closed" shelves.

Someone had ordered pizza for the squad room and he grabbed a couple of slices for himself, Natalie and Sarah. He didn't miss how Sarah flinched at the offered food. Later, Natalie told him how Sarah had been rewarded with pizza after doing some particularly nasty acts with Johnson. Apparently, the guy had used food as bribery, only giving Sarah the bare minimum most of the time and then later rewarding her with pizza, kids' meals, cookies and candy. The better the food, the more gruesome things she had to do to get it. Lance suddenly wished he could dig up Johnson's remains and kill him all over again with his bare hands. One look at Natalie said she'd help.

The shrink arrived shortly after three, having been shuttled over on one of the Bureau's private planes. Apparently, Natalie had told the Bureau about Sarah's fear of men, and Dr. Emma Brown was a compact woman, probably around sixty, with silver hair tied back in a bun, a crisp suit and a warm, grandmotherly face. When Natalie asked if she could speak French, the good doctor smiled and replied that she had originally intended to study at the Sorbonne before deciding to become a child psychologist. It was only then that Natalie could be persuaded to actually leave the station.

Lance didn't say much as they walked down the sidewalk together. He didn't have any real destination in mind, only that Natalie needed to take a few steps back from it all. The still hadn't said anything when they reached a local park. He could tell that there was something weighing on her mind as they sat on a bench overlooking a wide lawn where a few kids played an impromptu game of soccer.

"I'm leaving the Bureau," she said finally.

Lance wanted to say he was surprised, but it would've been a lie. "Why?"

"Everything," Natalie said on a sigh. "This case has taken a lot out of me. I know guys like Johnson will always exist, but I guess I just got too close. Sarah's parents almost became my parents. They loved their daughter so much that they'd never once thought of giving up hope, and yet mine abandoned me. Granted, becoming... like you has made me realize that John and Trudy were the best parents I could've wanted.

"That's another reason why I've decided to quit," she continued. "There's a lot I have to think about now. Before now, I thought my purpose in life was to bring girls like Sarah home to their parents and put guys like Johnson behind bars. Now that's all changed. I've changed. I guess I need to find myself all over again."