Here's the 22nd story in my series. If you haven't read the other stories, then I advise you to not proceed until you do. This is a series. It runs in sequence. To understand certain things (especially where Jamie came from), it's best to just start at the beginning. This series is kind of like my very own NCIS season 4. As of this point, the series consists of: story 1 = A Link to the Past (comes in 3 parts)… story 2 = Wrong Place, Wrong Time… story 3 = Second Job… story 4 = Daughters… story 5 = A Personal Vendetta… story 6 = Bless the Children… story 7 = Eyes of the Condemned… story 8 = Disturbing Affection… story 9 = No Man Left Behind (story that introduces Chioke; aka Kid)… story 10 = Finger Swap… story 11 = Imperfect Heist… story 12 = The Color of Skin… story 13 = Death to the Jedi… story 14 = Brotherly Love… story 15 = For the Love of a Child… story 16 = Devil's Playground… story 17 = Forced Alliance… story 18 = Firing up the Screws… story 19 = Close to Home (story that introduces Julianna)… story 20 = Last Place on Earth… story 21 = The Two of Me… story 22 = Saw (current story). Hope you enjoy it.

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Author's Note: From the title and story summary, I'm sure you've already concluded this story is inspired by the Saw movies. This story isn't like my other stories but there's a reason for that. It's an invaluable piece to the series as to where it goes from here.

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*Tuesday*

*Chapter 1*

There's a slight moan as Jamie wakes up lying on a cold floor. As she comes to and opens her eyes, her senses become aware of something terribly wrong. Panic immediately sets in.

Strapped to Jamie's head is a lightweight metal contraption designed to cover one eye; her right eye. She tries to get the contraption off but is unable to as it covers her head, right eye and has three metal straps; one going under the chin, one going over the bridge of the nose and across the cheek and the other around the neck. There's no way for her to push the thing off. All there is is a lock to the contraption.

With realizing a key is around her neck, she puts the key to the lock but it doesn't fit. Jamie begins to hyperventilate due to being scared. She doesn't know what happened or where she is, nor does she have any idea why she's bare foot. The last thing she remembers is walking to the bus stop after her evening class was over.

She hears a noise; a moan from another person in the room.

"Hello? Who's there?" Jamie asked as she looks around but can't see anything passed the middle section of her forearm's length. Everything is a blur to her left eye at that distance. There's no visual on the other person, nor is there an exact location or if the person is a threat or not. Nothing about the other person is known to her. "Hello?" There's no response except another moan. She breathes heavily and backs away from the direction the moan is coming from. "Who's there?" There's no response. "Answer me!"

"Jamie, is that you?" The person on the other side of the room wondered.

"Tim?" She recognized the voice but her fear was overwhelming to the point of needing reassurance.

"I… I can't see." McGee said.

"Hold on, Tim. I'm coming." She moves in the direction. "I can't see you. I need you to keep talking so I know where you are."

McGee keeps talking for her. Jamie follows the sound of his voice until she reaches him. As she approaches and once at a distance where her left eye can actually see him, she notices the same contraption on his head. The only difference between the contraptions is that both of McGee's eyes are covered. He's completely in the dark.

"What's this thing on my head?! I can't see anything!" McGee panics as he tries to push the contraption off but is unable to.

"It's no use, Tim. The thing is locked."

"What is this?! Where are we?!"

"I wish I knew."

They hear the static of a TV that turns on. It's close so Jamie can easily make out the direction of the light.

"Stay here." She said.

Jamie crawls in the direction of the light. The TV becomes clear to her left eye once she's close enough. Her heart pounds like never before. On the screen is a freaky-looking carnival puppet. The puppet's head turns to completely face forward, as if it's looking directly at her.

"Hello Jamie. I want to play a game." The puppet said in a creepy-sounding voice. "You were in a car accident at the age of eight. It claimed the life of your mother and almost claimed yours. Wounds heal. But the damage to your left eye was unable to be fixed. Since that time you've been slowly going blind in your left eye. You spend your life worrying about bumping into things on your left and looking foolish to others if it happens. You don't trust the vision of your left eye… Not completely. But it's time you start trusting that which is going to save your life. You must find the exit if you want to live. You have four hours to find the exit before the door shuts forever. As an incentive to trust your poor vision, I've added a friend into the game. Unlike you, your friend's eyes are both covered, as you may have already discovered. He will rely completely on you to get him through this safely. The only question is; can you trust the poor vision of your left eye when it's responsible not only for your life... But for that of your friend?" There's a brief pause. "Let the game begin."

The TV goes blank.

"Oh shit…" McGee said from where he's sitting. "Please don't tell me a puppet said that." He's never seen the Saw movies, but is well aware of what they're about and what occurs in them. There's no response. "Jamie?"

"It was a puppet."

"Crap…" McGee starts to hyperventilate. "Get this thing off me! I can't do this!" He panics and tries to push the contraption off his head with all his might.

"Tim…" Jamie approaches him. She gently places her hands onto McGee. "I need you to be strong. I need you to focus. Please, you need to trust me because I need to trust myself. I can't do this without you."

Jamie knows she needs to be strong for McGee, especially since both of their lives are in her hands. But deep down inside, she's scared out of her mind.

McGee finally calms down. He does trust Jamie. Though, it's hard for him to have confidence in her under the circumstances of their lives depending on her poor vision. But he tries his best to show support for his companion.

"We have to find a door." Jamie said as she stands up. "You need to take hold of me."

McGee stands up and reaches his hands out to find Jamie. A couple seconds later, Jamie feels a grab. She looks down.

"Do you seriously not know what a boob feels like?" Jamie wondered why one of his hands is groping her.

"Sorry…" McGee removes his hand from Jamie's breast. "Please don't tell Tony I did that."

"When I said take hold of me, I meant grab my hips so you can easily follow me."

"Oh, that makes sense." McGee acknowledged what she meant. His hands wander downward and place themselves onto her hips. "Can you please not tell…"

"If you mention it one more time then I will tell him." Jamie stated. There's a brief pause as she thinks. "If we ever get out of here that is…" She muttered softly to herself.

They slowly move in a direction. Once they reach the wall, Jamie feels and looks around for a door.

Jamie leads McGee all around room. They approach the only found door; the only means of escape from the room.

Jamie closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. More than anything, she would rather be somewhere else; somewhere where the life of another human being doesn't rely on her. It's bad enough to be scared out of her mind, but if McGee were to die, she would never be able to forgive herself.