Mark Hoffman walked in, carrying the body of the medical student Timothy in a wheelbarrow. He'd been scooped up a few hours earlier for this latest test, involving Jeff Denlon and his wife. Before him was the Rack, John's device for Timothy.

Seconds later, Amanda walked in with the terminally ill John Kramer, better known to the world as the Jigsaw killer, in a wheelchair. "Last minute tweaks? Told you he'd fuck with it."

Mark did not appreciate her meddling, and continued to inspect the gears for the Rack. "If you switch the gear ratio, you have to change the gear grease to match the increased friction," said John, ever the meticulous engineer.

"Maybe you should stick to the heavy lifting," remarked Amanda with a smirk.

You don't say that when I'm on top of you, thought Mark as she tossed him the grease gun.

"Check with me next time," said John. His body may be giving out but his mind remained sharp as ever.

"How many next times are their going to be?"

"As many as their needs to be."

Mark then unceremoniously dumped Timothy's body onto the ground. The sedative kept the unconscious victim from waking up.

John frowned. "That's a human being. Do you like how brutality feels, Mark?"

"Let's be honest, you want him to suffer just as much as I do." Mark had gone over Jeff's games. There was no way Jeff would take a bullet for Timothy, even if Timothy was going through hellish pain. John looked off, knowing Mark was right.

Sensing the tension, Amanda decided to take matters into her own hands. While John used an oxygen mask to help him breathe, Amanda confronted Mark. "So when's your test, detective?"

"I don't need one." He honestly believed that. What had he done to deserve a test?

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Because I don't take my life for granted." For good measure, Mark coldly grabbed Amanda's wrist, staring down at the scars where she'd cut herself again and again.

Ignoring him, Amanda smiled. "You're still dragging your knuckles on the ground. What do you know about life?"

More than you. It took a reverse bear trap to drag you from the filth you called your "life". He remained cold and unyielding as she flinched the gun in front of him, a failed attempt to get a rouse out of him.

"Get used to me," warned Amanda. "Cause I'm not going anywhere."

Fine by me, as long as it means warming my bed at night. "You sure about that?"

Mark left the question in her head as he went back to adjusting the Rack. Dr. Denlon would be kidnapped a few hours from now, setting the rest of the trial in motion.

Later, after John had been put to bed, Amanda went to the room where Mark was holing up. She counted to a hundred, then knocked.

A minute later, Mark opened the door. He was wearing little more than jeans and a t-shirt, which did little to hide his toned physique. "Is he asleep?"

"Yep. The doctor will be kidnapped within two hours."

An awkward silence. Then Mark said, "That's enough time. Might as well."

"Might as well," she echoed back. "And for the record, you're an asshole who can't make traps for shit."

"Fine by me. Now shut up and get on your knees."

"Fucker."

First time writing for the Saw movies. I got the idea for this after watching the Jigsaw movie, as I get most of my inspiration for fanfics after watching the relevant movies. Hoffman and Amanda seemed to be rather flirty in their scene in Saw 6, so I figured they might be fun to write together.

I'll probably go through most of the later movies in later chapters. For those of you who've seen Jigsaw, I may throw an easter egg or two. Let me know what you think.