Rebecca didn’t know where to go after she said goodbye to Elle, until a man emerged from Level 5 and walked up to her. “You’re Rebecca, right?”

She sighed. “How is it that everyone knows me lately?”

“I was just told a vague description. I’m sorry. Mrs. Petrelli sent me to tell you to go to Bob’s old office and wait for her.”

She stared at this man who she realized was an agent. “Thanks for the message.”

She was about to walk away when he called out, “So, are you one of them or one of us?”

She turned back to him and smiled. “That depends. Which are you?”

He smiled. “My name is Jimmy. I can teleport. That answer your question?”

“Yes it does. I’m telekinetic.”

“Oh yeah? How strong?”

“I once sent a man flying into middle-of-nowhere Oklahoma from a small town in Texas. How about you?”

“I can go anywhere, even if I’ve never been there before. I just need a picture of where I’m supposed to go so that I know what it looks like. You know, so I don’t land in a wall or in the middle of a table.” They both chuckled.

“Cool. I’ve always been curious about other powers. Haven’t had much time for research, though.”

At that moment, Mrs. Petrelli came out from Level 5. “Ms. James, I thought I told you to wait in my office. Didn’t Mr. Tyler give you my message?”

“He did. We were just getting to know each other.”

“I’m sorry, it was my fault. I started talking to her,” Jimmy said.

“I’ll forgive you, Mr. Tyler. Ms. James, come with me please.” Angela started to walk away. Rebecca followed her, but after a few steps she started walking backwards. She smiled and waved goodbye to Jimmy, hoping to see him again.

In the office, Mrs. Petrelli sat in Bob’s chair while Rebecca sat across. “Ms. James, I need you to stay with the Company. I have plans for Gabriel, and I will need your help.”

“What kind of plans?”

“He will become a hero, but not without us. I am sending him on a mission today, to find some of the men who escaped Level 5, and I want you to go with him.”

“I thought it was one of us and one of them.”

“It is. But I really want you with him. You’re his conscious, you can hopefully stop him from killing any of the escapees.”

“I can try. All right, I’ll go with him. Is there anyone else on the team?”

“Noah Bennet.”

“But he hates Gabriel. He’ll kill him.”

“Not with you there. You can do so much. Now, I will need your help to get Gabriel ready. Come with me.”

They went back to Level 5, and Angela let Rebecca into his cell. “Becca? What’s going on?”

“We’re going to go out. On a mission.”

“Really? Both of us?”

“Of course. They can’t split us up.” She took his hand, and his face contorted. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I can see it. All the pain I’ve caused you. It’s horrible.”

“What are you talking about?” She looked at his hand and saw blood. “What did you do?”

“Bridget. Mom brought in Bridget. Bridget had a power, if she touched something she could see its history, everything about it. She fed me.” He looked over to one of the corners. Rebecca looked, and saw a body; a woman with her head cut open. The door opened and some men came in with a gurney to take the body away,

“Mom? Fed you? What the hell is going on?”

“My power, my hunger. It was too much to control. And Mrs. Petrelli, she said she was my mother, that she put me up for adoption. I can‘t….think.” He shook his head and took his hand out of hers. He sighed and looked at Rebecca. “I’m sorry. For everything I’ve done to you.”

“Just, go wash your hands. We’re leaving soon.” He went to the sink as the men were leaving with the body. She looked out the window and saw Mrs. Petrelli and Noah looking back. Gabriel turned and saw them as well. He looked at Rebecca. “What’s going on?”

“He’s our partner.” Gabriel looked back at Noah, and smiled. “She’s probably explaining that we both have to go. He won’t like that.”

“Why not?”

“The policy. It’s one of us and one of them. That’s how it’s always been apparently. But now we’re changing it.”

“So let’s go.” They went out of the cell, and followed Mrs. Petrelli to her office. Noah followed behind, angry and confused. But he didn’t say anything until they were in her office. “You expect me to work with this animal after what he did to my daughter? Your granddaughter? He nearly killed her.”

“She can’t die. You really don’t understand her, do you?”

“Gabriel, don’t taunt,” Rebecca scolded under her breath.

Noah drew his gun and pointed it at Gabriel. Rebecca went to stand in between them as Mrs. Petrelli tried to stop him. “Noah, we just let a dozen criminals out into a world that is grossly unprepared to deal with them.”

Noah lowered his gun. “So your solution is to send a psychopath after the psychopaths.”

“He is the perfect partner. And with Rebecca joining you, he will be fine. And he can‘t be killed anyway, you know that.”

“He’s a murderer.”

“Then you and Gabriel have more in common than you care to admit. He‘s just misunderstood. He just needs structure, and you‘re the perfect person to give it to him.”

“And if I refuse?”

“I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to, but I am going to put Gabriel in play. It’s your call whether or not it’s under your supervision.”

Noah thought for a moment, then sighed. “Why did you change the policy?”

“He needs me,” Rebecca said. “I’m one of the only people he trusts. I have to come. You can give him structure, I can care for him.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Too bad. You can’t have one of us without the other.” She looked at Gabriel. “We should get you ready.” She turned to Mrs. Petrelli. “What do we need to do to get ready?”

“There are suits in the closet, go pick out ones that will fit and change.” She nodded, and they went to the closet to find some suits.

After they had changed, Gabriel stared at himself in the mirror. “This is weird,” he said.

“I know,” said Rebecca, coming up behind him. “But I think it’s good.”

He was adjusting his tie when Angela walked in. “It fits. Good.”

Gabriel turned toward her, stared for a moment, then walked away, looking confused. When he looked at her again, he asked, “Are you really my mother?”

“You’ve always understood on some level that you weren’t the son of a watch repairman and a woman who collected Hummel figurines.”

“He’s right, I’m a killer, that’s all I am.”

“No, it’s not, Gabriel,” Rebecca said. She went over to him, afraid to touch him again. It seemed as if he had been in so much pain, she didn‘t want to do that to him again. “You’re more than that.”

“No, it’s not your fault. It’s your ability.” Mrs. Petrelli came over to him while she spoke. “There’s a hunger that you can’t control. It’s made you that way. But we’re gonna fix that.”

Bennet came in then. “I think I’ve just found a few of them. They made the news.” He turned on the TV and the new anchor spoke of men who were robbing a bank in Poughkeepsie. It told how one of them had a “flame thrower”.

“One of them can throw fire?” Rebecca asked.

“Peter,” said Mrs. Petrelli. “He’s in the body of one of those escapees.”

“Which one?” Noah asked.

“Jesse.”

“Does he have Jesse’s ability?”

“If he does, he doesn’t know what it is.”

Noah looked at Rebecca and Gabriel, then moved closer to Angela. “Is he ready?” Angela looked at Rebecca and nodded, telling her to take Gabriel out of the room. Rebecca took his hand and led him out. “He doesn’t trust me,” said Gabriel when they were in the hall.

“Can you blame him? You attacked Claire, someone he loves more than life.”

He thought for a moment. “It’s like if someone attacked you. I would feel the same way, isn‘t it?”

She stared at him, thinking how wonderful that was to hear, then heard a familiar voice. “Rebecca? That you?”

She turned and smiled. “Hey, Jimmy. Getting ready for a mission. Just waiting for our partner.”

“Our?” He looked at Gabriel. “Wait, he’s-”

“Gabriel Gray. It’s okay, Jimmy. You’re fine. He won’t hurt you or me.”

Noah came out then. “Ready to go?”

“We’re ready,” said Rebecca. “Bye, Jimmy.”

“Bye.” Noah, Rebecca and Gabriel walked out to one of the cars. Jimmy watched, worried about Rebecca. He could tell she cared about Sylar, and he didn’t want Sylar to hurt her, physically or emotionally. He cared about Rebecca, but only as a friend. He sighed, then went to find his partner.

They pulled up to the bank. Noah had driven all the way. When the car stopped, he looked at Gabriel, in the front, and Rebecca in the back. “You do realize she’s playing us, don’t you? This is all one big game to her.”

“Maybe,” said Gabriel. “But aren’t you curious to see how it all plays out?” He got out of the car. Noah and Rebecca looked at each other, then got out as well. Rebecca knew Noah was right. But she also knew that she needed to help Gabriel, and if that meant playing this little game for a while, then so be it.

They were walking to the police line when Gabriel asked, “So how do we do this?”

“We do nothing. I take care of the escapees and Petrelli.”

“That sounds like a one-sided partnership. Or trio, in this case,” said Gabriel looking over his shoulder at Rebecca and smiling.

“We’re not partners. You just stay close and keep your mouth shut.”

Gabriel stopped walking, and Rebecca saw a plan forming. “What are you doing?”

He smiled at her. “Disobeying orders.” He turned his head and said in a strong New York City accent, “Who the hell’s in charge around here?”

“What are you doing?” Noah asked, pissed off.

A police officer came up. “I’m Lieutenant Chory. Who are you?”

“Special Agent Andrew Hanson, FBI. Lieutenant, you mind telling me why these barricades aren’t thirty feet further back? You want the media up our ass?”

Noah and Rebecca just watched, Noah amazed and Rebecca smiling, trying not to laugh.

“Sir, I’m in the middle-” The officer was angry now, but Gabriel kept going.

“Are you trying to get one of these lookie-loo civilians killed?” They stared at each other until the lieutenant called out, “You heard the man! Back these horses up! All hands!”

As the lieutenant was walking away, Gabriel couldn’t resist one more thing. “We’re gonna need some coffee, decaf.” The lieutenant stared then walked away. Noah and Rebecca turned to Gabriel, both amazed. “You drink decaf, right, Noah?”

A while later, while waiting for coffee, Gabriel and Rebecca were leaning against a truck when Noah came over, jacket off and a bullet proof vest in his hands. “Are we going in?” Gabriel asked.

“I am. You’re waiting out here.” Noah handed him his glasses.

“Well, what’s that gonna protect you from?”

“Nothing. It’s for show.” He handed Gabriel his gun next.

“And you’re going in without your gun, too?”

“Knox wants me unarmed. He says he’ll release the hostages.”

“You do realize they’re not gonna let you out alive?”

“Well, that’s very touching. A monster cares about my well being.”

“He’s right. This is a bad plan, Noah,” Rebecca said.

“Well you’re so concerned with proving that you’re better than me that you’re willing to get yourself killed,” Gabriel said.

“I am better than you.”

“I can help. Let me do something.”

“All right. Debrief the hostages. Use that silver tongue of yours to defuse their stories. But under no circumstances are you to go anywhere near that buffet in there. Got me?”

“Yeah.”

“What about me?” asked Rebecca. “I won’t be affected by the powers like he would. No offense.”

“None taken.”

“No, you stay here and watch him,” Noah ordered. “Got it.?”

“Sure. No problem.” Gabriel and Rebecca watched him walk into the building. A few minutes later, the hostages came out.

Gabriel sighed in exasperation. “I don’t want to do this. It’s waste. We could help.”

“I know. But-” That’s when he walked away. “No, Gabriel, wait.”

“Stay with the hostages. I’ll be back.”

“Gabriel!” He kept walking. “Damn it. You,” she yelled to one of the cops. “Talk to them, find out what’s going on.” She ran to catch up with Gabriel, who was already inside. She went in and saw him stopping one man from punching Noah and another from talking. “Shh,” he was saying.

“What do you need me to do?” she asked.

A man with blue flames stood and was about to torch them all. Gabriel’s hands were full. Rebecca focused on the man, trying to hold his powers back. As her powers hit him, so did a couple of bullets Noah fired. The man fell to the ground, injured but not dead.

“I told you to stay put!” Noah yelled.

“You told me that to make sure I wouldn’t, didn’t you?”

Noah turned and smiled at Gabriel and Rebecca. Rebecca smiled back. Gabriel showed that he had figured out Noah’s trick.

They had caught them all, and Gabriel had shown Noah that he could help. “What do we do now?” Gabriel asked as Noah tied the man with fire’s hands together.

“Now I get him patched up and tell the locals that these are federal prisoners and we get them back to Level 5. Rebecca, help me with this one. Make sure his powers don’t work.”

“Sure. You okay here alone?” she asked Gabriel.

“Yeah, fine.” She was reluctant, but she went with Noah. They weren’t twenty feet away when the doors closed. Noah ran back. “Hey, what are you dong? He’s getting away.”

Rebecca didn’t hold on to the man. She ran to the doors with Noah. “No, Gabriel, stop it.”

“You were right, I am just a killer.”

“No, you don’t have to do this. She’s right.” Nothing could stop him. He flung Jesse, who was also being choked, against a wall. “You don’t have to do this. You can fight it.”

“No, I don’t think I can. It‘s the hunger.”

“Please, Gabriel, fight this,” Rebecca urged. Her words did nothing. Gabriel cut Jesse’s head open, and took his power, as a tear fell down his cheek. She had failed.

They went back to the Company, and put the flame thrower in his cell. In another cell were two Japanese men in suits, one who Rebecca remembered from the night at Kirby Plaza. The one who stabbed Gabriel. She smirked at him as she followed Gabriel.

Mrs. Petrelli showed up with a change of clothes for Gabriel. He was going back to his cell. “I guess you were wrong about me,” he said.

“We’ll see.” They both went into his cell and before the doors closed, Angela beckoned Rebecca to join. “Stay with him for a while. Talk with him like you used to.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Angela waited for Gabriel to change, then took his suit and left.

Gabriel looked at Rebecca. “I’m sorry.”

“You’ll learn to control it in time. I know it.”

“What if I can’t? What will you do?”

She wouldn‘t think about that. If that happened, she might have to kill him, and she never wanted to do that. “I’ll find a way to save you, Gabriel. I promise.”