Claire was waiting for Maggie when she arrived the next morning. "Dr. Johnson said she'd be a little late. She wanted me to give you the inhibitor."

Maggie wrinkled her nose. "Do you have to?"

"After yesterday, I'd think you'd rather have me do it." Claire retrieved the syringe from the cooler.

Sighing, Maggie hopped up into the chair. "Fine, let's get this over with."

Claire administered the shot a quickly as possible. "There. All done."

Maggie hissed. "That stings."

"Stings?"

"Yeah. Burns a little. Never did before."

"I'll ask Dr. Johnson about it when she comes in."

"So what am I supposed to do this morning? Dr. Johnson doesn't want me in the lab by myself."

"She didn't say. Hang out in here. I've got some work you can do if you want."

"Sure." She jumped down from the chair and followed Claire across the room.

Claire was watching Maggie when Dr. Johnson stuck her head in the lab door around 11. Maggie was sitting on a lab stool, leaning over a microscope. Maggie reached for her water bottle, her hand going past it twice before knocking it over. Thankfully, the cap was still on it. Maggie grabbed at it, missing and it fell to the floor.

"Agent Rourke, I'd like to see you in my office."

Maggie tripped getting off the stool, falling to one knee. Picking up her water, she followed Dr. Johnson, suspicion evident on her face. Claire stopped her on the way out.

"Maggie, are you feeling alright?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Just a little clumsy today."

Dr. Johnson was waiting behind her desk, looking cross as usual when Maggie came in. "Please sit, Agent Rourke."

"Was there something you needed?" Maggie flopped into the chair in front of the desk.

"Yes. I have become aware of your activities outside this agency."

"My activities?" Maggie found herself becoming annoyed. "You mean dinner last night?"

"Among other things. You have forced me to create a list of rules that you will use to govern your behavior."

Maggie's jaw dropped." Rules? It was dinner, not some druggie party."

"Regardless, you seem in need of structure and guidance." Dr. Johnson nodded. "First, you are not permitted to consume any alcoholic beverages. Secondly, you will check in with me whenever you feel the need to leave the building. This included leaving for the day and arriving home from work. Finally, I am forbidding you from having any contact with Agents Fawkes and Hobbes."

"What?" Maggie jumped up, furious. "Where do you get off-"

"Sit down, Agent Rourke!" Dr. Johnson yelled. "I am your Keeper and it is my duty to make sure the Agency's investment doesn't go to waste. You will do as I say and if you don't I will make sure you take up permanent residence in these labs. Do you understand?"

Maggie lunged at Dr. Johnson, scrambling over the desk to reach her. Her hands tightened on Dr. Johnson's throat, pushing her against the wall. "Is that all I am to you, bitch? An investment? An experiment?" Maggie's fist connected with Dr. Johnson's jaw.

She swung at Maggie but she blocked the blow, grabbing Dr. Johnson's arm and twisting it up behind her. "I don't think you want to try me right now doc." To prove her point, Maggie applied pressure to the arm and Dr. Johnson cried out.

She kicked her foot backward, connecting with Maggie's leg. Maggie yelled and let go out her. Dr. Johnson ran over to the intercom on the wall and hit the panic button before Maggie grabbed her arm. This time when Dr. Johnson swung at her, the punch connected. Maggie cursed and let go holding her nose. Dr. Johnson ran from the lab, alarms blaring around her.

"Dr. Johnson." Maggie called over the noise. She appeared in the doorway, holding her gun. "There you are. I don't think we finished our conversation." Maggie pointed the gun at the woman who was standing at the end of the hallway. "What the hell did you do to me?" The gun followed her movements as she tried to get past Maggie.

"Stop her! She's gone insane!" Dr. Johnson yelled. Maggie whirled around and Hobbes knocked her gun away from her.

She punched him, knocking him back before throwing him across the room telekinetically. The security guards were frozen in their tracks. Claire was standing in the doorway of her lab.

"Stay where you are Keep. Unless you want to join Hobbes over there." Maggie warned her before turning back to her own Keeper. "Want to see just how crazy I am doc?" Maggie asked. She lifted her hand and Dr. Johnson slammed back against the wall. Her hands flew to her throat as she felt pressure against her windpipe.

"What did you do to her?" Claire demanded from Dr. Johnson. Blood was still trickling from Maggie's nose. Maggie turned thinking the question was for her and focused on Claire. "You're in on it too. You planned this together."

"Maggie, you know me. I would never hurt you." Claire told her softly, hands held out to show she was unharmed. "Please, I can help you, if you let me."

"I know what your help is like." Maggie yelled. Claire screamed and grabbed her head, falling to the floor. Then Maggie turned back to Dr. Johnson. She lifted her up the wall, when something came down on the back of her neck. She collapsed, Dr. Johnson falling to the floor with a thud. Darien caught Maggie, reappearing as she fell into his arms.

Hobbes got to his feet gingerly, holding his nose. He looked around at the suddenly free guards. "What are you standing around for? Help him out."

They jumped to action, putting Maggie in a straightjacket before depositing her in the padded room in Lab 1. Dr. Johnson was put in her own straight jacket in the padded room in Lab 3 and Claire in the lab chair in Lab 1.

The Official found Darien and Hobbes standing at the observation window. Hobbes' nose was bandaged; Maggie had broken it when she hit him.

"D�j� vu, huh?" Darien's eyes never left Maggie, unmoving in the middle of the room.

"Do we have any idea what caused this?" The Official looked troubled at the sight of Maggie in the straight jacket.

"My guess is that Dr. Johnson did something to her in all those tests she ran."

"Security is searching her office right now, sir." Hobbes added.

"And the Keeper?"

Darien looked over his shoulder at Claire. "Eberts is keeping an eye on her. The tech said she should be fine. And he drew some blood from Maggie for a tox screen when they first put her in here." He turned to the Official.

"I've seen amphetamine addicts act this way. Paranoid, aggressive."

"Do you think Dr. Johnson drugged Magdalena?"

He shrugged. "I wouldn't put it past her." He turned back to the window. "She was supposed to care for Maggie." Darien said softly. Maggie made a quiet noise and he leaned against the window.

The Official nodded. Giving one last look at Maggie, he turned to see how Claire was doing. She had passed out when they were bringing her into the lab. Claire was still unconscious, Eberts hovering around her.

"How's she doing Eberts?"

"I suspect she's going to have a serious headache when she wakes up. There doesn't seem to be anything else wrong with her."

"I'm going up to the office. Have to figure out what to do about Maggie and Dr. Johnson."

"Yes, sir."

"Let me know if anything changes."

"Yes, sir."

The Official and Eberts looked up as Darien burst into the office holding a folder. "Yes, Agent Fawkes?"

Darien skidded to a stop in front of him and held out the folder. "The tox screen is back on Maggie."

He took the folder and leafed through it. "And?"

"She had very high levels of Phencyclidine in her blood stream."

"Phencyc- what?"

"PCP sir. Mags was right. Dr. Johnson was drugging her." He took the file back from the Official and flipped through it. "It says in here that PCP may cause severe mood disorders, amnesia, paranoia and violent hostility."

"I want extra guards on Dr. Johnson's door. Is Claire awake?"

Darien nodded. "Hobbes is having a hard time keeping her still. We think Maggie just gave her a bad headache, nothing serious but Stevenson, the tech said she should take it easy, just in case."

"I've got to make some phone calls. Keep an eye on Maggie and I'll be down in a little while." He picked up the phone and started dialing.

"Yes, sir." Darien went back down to the labs.

The lab was empty when Darien entered. Alarmed, he headed to the observation room.

Hobbes and Claire were standing at the window or rather, Hobbes was standing at the window and Claire was seated in a chair. They were watching what was going on in the room with frightened looks on their faces.

Maggie was pacing the room like a caged animal. Every so often she would stop and peer at the window as though she could see them on the other side.

"What's she doing?" He leaned against the counter, half turned toward the window.

"She's been pacing since she woke up. She was ranting when she first woke up but that stopped a little while ago." Claire told him. As she finished speaking, Maggie began to yell again. "Obviously I spoke too soon."

"Fawkes! Let me out of here, you son of a bitch. I know you're out there Fawkes. I can hear you thinking!" She stopped and looked directly at him. He took a step back as the window bowed out but didn't break. Maggie threw herself at the wall in frustration when the window didn't break.

"Okay." He turned to Claire. "Here's the tox screen. Dr. Johnson was giving her PCP. Hence the paranoia, super strength."

"I'd better find something to counteract it." Claire stood up and both men grabbed an elbow. "Please guys. You don't need to fuss. I'm fine."

Darien let go but Hobbes only smiled. "I know. I want to."

Giving up, Claire let him escort her back to the lab so she could get to work. Darien turned back to the young woman now on the floor of the cell. She was slumped in the corner, her head pressed against the padded wall. Abruptly he got to his feet and went to the door of the cell. The guard looked up at him expectantly.

"Can I go in?" He asked, expecting to be turned away.

"Keep didn't say to keep anyone out, only to keep her in. Go ahead, I'll cover you." The guard pushed the door open; his gun drawn and aimed at the figure huddled in the corner. Darien entered quickly and the guard pulled the door closed behind him.

"Maggie?" He stood by the door uncertain.

The huddled woman in the corner looked up, her eyes glowing an alarmingly bright green. "Fawkes?"

When she didn't attack him outright, he took a few cautious steps further into the room. "I'd ask you how you were feeling but its probably pretty self evident."

"What do you want Darien?" Slowly, Maggie got to her feet. "Come to let me out?"

He shook his head and came further into the room. "Can't do that. Claire's working on something to help you."

"What the hell did she do to me?" Her voice was low and she glared at him.

"PCP."

"Bitch." The epithet was so forceful it surprised him and he nodded.

"Yeah. I'm just here to offer you some company. It can get pretty lonely in here. Trust me, I know."

"What does Claire have to say about that?" Maggie nodded to the mirror.

Darien shrugged. "Don't know. I didn't tell her."

"Your such a rebel, Darien." Maggie told him, a hint of a smile on her lips. She nodded for him to join her.

They had been sitting in silence when Darien noticed the tearing sound. He looked up and found a rent in the padding at the top of the opposite wall. Other tears joined that one and he looked at Maggie. Her knees were drawn to her chest, her chin resting on them, eyes closed.

"Maggie?" He nudged her and she opened her eyes. "Are you doing that?"

She looked to where he was pointed. "I think so."

"Can you stop it?"

She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again. "No. It won't stop, Darien."

The "snow" started soon after that and Darien drew Maggie into his arms. "Maggie? Baby, talk to me."

"I can't make it stop, Darien." Her voice was quiet, childlike.

"It's the drug she gave you. It's taken away your control."

She was shaking in his arms. "What did she do to me?" She whispered and buried her head against his shoulder. He held her in the padding storm, lending her his strength.

"Darien, can you come out here for a moment?" Claire's voice floated over the intercom.

He looked down at Maggie. "I'll be right back."

She nodded and went back to the fetal position. Quickly, he left the slightly less padded room and went to see what Claire wanted.

"Darien, do you think you can give her this?" Claire was holding a syringe in her hand.

"What is it?"

"The same formula inhibitor I gave her when you and Hobbes first rescued her. I'm afraid Dr. Johnson may have caused a horrible set back in Maggie's progress." Claire looked through the window sadly at the young woman on the floor inside. "She trusts you enough, I think."

He took the needle. "I can try. I'm not going to force it on her."

She nodded. "All right."

Bracing himself, Darien went back into the cell.

"Maggie. I've got something that might help her."

"More drugs?" She turned and looked up with tired eyes.

"Same stuff as before. Nothing new." He sat down facing her, setting the syringe on the floor next to him. Taking her face between his hands, he forced her to meet his eyes. "Claire would never do anything to hurt you. Neither would I."

Her gaze flickered down to the needle sitting next to him. "What is it?"

"Claire said it's the inhibitor. The same one she gave you when we rescued you."

"I'm back to the beginning again. No control." He could see tears shining against her cheeks. He wiped them away for her. "Go ahead. I want to get out of here."

He nodded and reached around her to unfasten the straightjacket. She stretched her arms and rolled her shoulders before letting him rest her outstretched arm on his leg. "I've, uh, never done this before. Do you want me to get Claire?"

Shaking her head, she handed him the syringe. "I trust you."

He took it from her and stuck it into her arm as carefully as possible. She hissed in pain. "Maggie?"

"Just do it." He finished and pulled the needle out of her arm, setting it aside. She slumped forward and he helped her to the floor.

The door shushed open and Claire stepped inside. "Get her out of here. Put her in Lab 2." She picked up the needle and went to dispose of it. Darien scooped up Maggie and carried her down the hall to Lab 2. Claire and Hobbes appeared a few minutes later. She checked her temperature before tucking her in.

"I can't believe Dr. Johnson did this. All our work is gone. We'll have to start from the beginning again." Claire touched Maggie's forehead, her eyes sad.

"They've officially arrested Dr. Johnson. The Official is going to make sure she's put away for a long time." Hobbes told him.

Claire turned and looked at Darien. "Go home Darien. Get some sleep."

He shook his head, holding her hand. "I have to be here when she wakes up."

"At least go crash in the lab. I'll wake you when she comes round." He hesitated. She brushed his hair back. "You look like hell, Darien. You're not going to be any use to us if you're overtired."

Finally, he relented. "All right. Promise you'll wake me?"

"I promise." She told him, gently pushing him out of the lab.

Darien dragged himself into the lab and stretched out on the lab chair, telling himself he would only rest his eyes. A moment later, he was fast asleep.

"Fawkes." A low voice made its way into Darien's dream. "Damn it Fawkes. Get your ass out of bed. Maggie's awake."

He groaned and opened his eyes. Hobbes was standing at the end of the chair glaring at him.

"Good. You're awake. Maggie's up, come on."

"I'm coming, I'm coming." He stretched and climbed out of the chair. "Man, that's some shiner she gave ya there Hobbes."

"Shut up Fawkes." The area around his eye was deep purple.

"A little upset a girl beatcha up?"

"I told you to shut up." He growled as they entered lab 2.

Claire was bent over the hospital bed, examining Maggie's throat. "Good to hear you two are back to normal." She said as she straightened up.

Maggie smiled when she saw Darien. "Hi."

He leaned down and kissed her softly. "How do you feel?"

"Less jittery. How long have I been out?"

"Almost as long as I have. Claire made me take a nap after we gave you the inhibitor."

"So I'm back to the beginning." Maggie let her head fall back, her eyes closed.

"Only for a little while. We're going to have you back up and around in no time." Claire told her brightly. "I made a few adjustments in the formula for the inhibitor. You won't be able to use your powers at all for a week. If you do, you'll need to come in for another dose of inhibitor or you'll lose control again. Next week, I'll move you back to the mid level inhibitor and see how you do."

Maggie nodded. "What's happening to Dr. Johnson?" Hobbes perched at the end of her bed. "She's been officially arrested. The Official hasn't decided if we're going to handle this internally or not. I'm voting for internally. Give the doctor a taste of her own medicine."

"What I can't figure out is how she was drugging you. She must have been giving it to you almost since she first arrived." Claire looked at the folder on the table next to her.

Hobbes cleared his throat. "I think I know how she was giving it to Rourke." Claire turned to him in surprise. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the pill bottle he'd taken from Maggie's house yesterday. "Rourke kept saying that the doc gave these to her for the side effects of her powers. But she doesn't really have any side effects. I was gonna give these to ya t' check out."

Claire took the bottle and looked at the pills. They were large gel caps. "I'll run some tests on these. Of course!"

"What?" Maggie looked at her curiously.

"I've been trying to figure out why you snapped today. It was the inhibitor from this morning. Only it wasn't just the inhibitor. It was mixed with PCP. Dr. Johnson called this morning and said she was going to be late. She asked me to give you the inhibitor and told me where it was. I was suspicious when you said it stung."

Maggie was having trouble keeping her eyes open. "Why me?"

"The Official is going to interrogate her later. Find out who she was working for. Now, get some sleep." Claire picked the pill bottle and folder and left the room, Hobbes close on her heels.

Darien chuckled. "I think Hobbes has taken our orders to watch Claire a little too seriously."

"Nah. Now he just has an excuse to follow her around."

He pulled the blanket up and tucked it in tighter around her. "I believe you're under orders to get some rest young lady."

"Yes sir." She giggled and snuggled deeper into the blankets. "Wake me if you find out anything."

Darien leaned down and kissed her forehead. "I will."

Two days later, Eberts appeared at the door to the lab with a wheelchair. Maggie looked up from the book she was reading.

"Hey Eberts. What's up?"

"The Official wants to see you in his office. He asked me to come get you."

Maggie nodded and pushed back the covers. She slipped out of bed, holding on to the edge for a moment while her legs adjusted to her weight. Eberts rolled the wheelchair into the room, waiting for Maggie to sit down. "I don't need a wheelchair, Eberts."

"The Official insisted and the Keeper agreed." He shrugged apologetically.

With a sigh, Maggie sat in the chair and arranged the blanket Eberts handed her over her lap. "All right, let's go. This is really ridiculous. I can walk there myself." Eberts pushed her through the halls to the Official's office, smiling at her complaints.

Darien smiled when she was wheeled in, and raised an eyebrow at the chair. Eberts pushed her so she was next to Hobbes and took his normal place behind the Official's desk. Sighing, Maggie got out of the chair, positioned it between Darien and Hobbes and got back in, rearranging her blanket on her lap.

The Official glared at her and she smiled sweetly at him. Darien, Hobbes and Claire were all hiding smiles behind their hands. Even Eberts looked like he was trying to hide a smile.

"Are you finished Magdalena?"

She nodded mock seriously. "Yes, sir."

"Good. We've decided to take care of the Dr. Johnson situation in house." The Official told them. Hobbes and Darien exchanged glances over Maggie's head. They each wanted a piece of the doctor for what she did to Maggie. "Everything's going to be taken care of."

"Where did she come from?" Maggie chewed on her bottom lip. Darien patted her hand reassuringly.

"We may never know. Her tracks have been covered up so deeply, she doesn't seems to really exist before she came here." Eberts explained.

"Do you people not run security checks on the employees you hire?" Darien asked.

"She came back clear. Whoever she works for would have installed a high enough security clearance for the position." Eberts spoke slowly, as if he were explaining things to a child.

Claire spoke up. "Maggie, the Official and I have decided to put you on inactive duty. You need time to rest."

"Hey? What about us? I've got a broken nose." Hobbes protested.

"You can have the next two days off." The Official told them generously. "Now, go on. Get Maggie back to the labs and get out of here."

Darien and Hobbes jumped up, happy to have some time off. Darien grabbed the back of Maggie's wheelchair and started to push her out the door when something dawned on him. He turned quickly, bumping into Hobbes.

"Hey, Fawkes, why'd you stop? Let's go. I want to enjoy my time off." Hobbes tried to push his way past but the wheelchair blocked the door.

"Hobbes, think for a minute. What's today?"

"Friday." Maggie piped up from the chair.

"Okay so it's Friday, Fawkes, what . . ." He trailed off when he realized what his partner was saying. "Wait just a minute. We always have Saturday and Sunday off."

The Official sat at his desk smirking. "And you get to have them off this week too. Good-bye boys. Close the door on your way out."

Fawkes shook his head and pushed Maggie out the door. Hobbes pulled it shut behind him and they could hear him muttering under his breath was he left.

Claire looked at Eberts and the Official for a moment before they all burst into laughter.