DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural, Poltergeist: The Legacy or The Unit. They belong to their creators, writers, actors and the companies that paid for their production and distribution. I simply like to borrow their characters from time to time. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Maybe.

Andrew, Jacob, Tyler and the werewolves are my own creations. Although, if you look closely Andrew looks a lot like Matthew Gray Gubler, Jacob like Thomas Gibson, and Tyler like Thomas Jane. At least those are the actors I based their appearance on. If I add more characters, I'll let you know what actors they look like. It's the best way for me to write!

I'd like to thank everyone who takes the time to read this story. I love watching the number of hits rise. I also REALLY love getting reviews. They absolutely make my day. Please take the time to let me know your thoughts. I try very hard to include readers' thoughts into my stories if it can be done.

If you haven't read the first two parts of this story I'm hoping it won't matter. There will be some things that carry over but it shouldn't get too confusing. The only thing you really need to know is that in 'Let There Be Demons' Sam is cured of his demon blood. In 'Long Day' Sam is infected with werewolf blood. While there is a cure, it's working very slowly on Sam because of his all ready compromised immune system.

Enough. I hope you enjoy the third instalment of this story. I am, of course, having a lot of fun writing it!!

Susanne

CHAPTER ONE

"What do you mean he's at the bottom of the sound?" Derek demanded as he stared at Alex. The San Francisco Legacy house security expert had been coming across to the island on the ferry. Andrew's RV with its lab equipment had been too big to bring across with everyone else. After the showdown with the werewolves back in New York, Derek hadn't expected any trouble. Neither had Jonas and the other Unit members, otherwise they would have stayed around until Nick had gotten across.

When the ferry had landed, in the middle of the night, the captain went looking for Nick, who'd stayed with the RV, and couldn't find him. Alex Devereaux, Legacy member and dear friend of Derek's, had triangulated Nick's cell phone, trying to locate him. The coordinates came back as being in the bottom of the sound.

"That's what I'm getting from the program. I've all ready checked it three times. I'm sorry, according to this he fell overboard," Alex stated. She was trying to keep the panic from her voice and features. That wouldn't help the situation and they needed to locate Nick Boyle ASAP. Her thoughts turned to the two brothers upstairs. They would not be happy either at the turn of events but she'd all ready decided to let them sleep until they had something more concrete.

"Send everyone you can out to search for him. I can't believe that Nick, with his Navy SEAL training, would fall off of the ferry but we need to be sure. Can you contact the SFPD and see if they can send some divers down to search as well? Just in case," Derek asked. He ran a mildly trembling hand over his mouth as his brain tried to think of everything that needed to be done. All ready he had a really bad feeling about this. Something had happened to his subordinate and friend. And he wanted to know what.

"It'll take a few minutes to coordinate everything," Alex stated as she picked up the phone and her phone book. "But I'll have the first boat out within five minutes."

"Thank you," Derek said, suddenly feeling very tired. He'd only just got Nick home again after their adventures in Europe. He wasn't ready to lose the younger man now. It would be like losing the son he'd never had.

Quietly, Alex left the kitchen so she could talk in private. Sitting at the kitchen table, Derek rested his head in his hands for all of three seconds. Unable to stand the inactivity, the San Francisco precept jumped to his feet and headed to the front door, grabbing a coat on the way.

Calling would have taken less time but Derek needed the exercise. As quickly as he could manage, he made his way to the pier where the ferry was still moored. Security there would have boats available to them. He planned on sending them out to search the GPS coordinates for Nick. If the younger man was in fact in the water, they needed to get to him quickly.

As he reached the pier, Derek found that he had been beaten by Alex. The security guards and crew of the ferry were all manning available water craft and heading back out on to the sound. Desperate, Derek managed to get on board the last boat just before it too headed out in the choppy waters. Search conditions weren't ideal but so long as the men were willing to go out, Derek was willing to let them. Dread gnawing on his insides, Derek scanned the dark waters even though they were still too far away from the coordinates to actually see anything. He didn't want to take the chance of missing Nick in the moonlight.

OOOOO

The first thing Nick noticed as he floated out of the impenetrable darkness was that his neck hurt. It felt like a wild animal had tried to eat him for supper. Groaning quietly, Nick instinctively tried to touch the area that hurt only to find he couldn't move his arms. Then he noticed he couldn't move his legs either. What the hell?

Cautiously, Nick forced his grey eyes open just a slit. If it was light on the other side of his eyelids, he didn't want to take the chance of being blinded, even temporarily. As he tried to assess his current surroundings, the other damage done previously to Nick's body made itself known. He ached all over and felt like he was coming down with one hell of a flu.

Opening Nick's eyes hadn't really helped him much. Even when he pried them a few millimetres further open all he found was darkness. What he smelled, however, was something else entirely. He was lying on a dirt floor. He could smell the soil under his head but it was mixed with a mildewy scent as well as the scent of sweat, fear, blood, feces and urine. Fear of his own tried to take over. Angrily, Nick forced it out of his mind. He needed to stay clear if he was going to figure out a way out of this. Whatever this was.

Just as the temptation to yell 'Hello' nearly overwhelmed him, Nick heard someone moving around very close by. Then he was dazzled by lights as a door appeared out of the wall just in front of him and rays of illumination from the world beyond fell across his face.

"Good morning sunshine," an unfamiliar voice grated from inside the blinding light. Blinking quickly, Nick tried to get his eyes to adjust as he felt two pairs of hands grab hold of him. Struggle as he may, there really wasn't a whole lot he could do about it. Whoever had tied him up had done a very good job. As he was pulled to his feet, Nick felt the muscles in the right side of his neck spasm. Another groan made its way from his lips.

"Did you sleep well?" the voice asked. It belonged to the person on his right. Fingers dug into his arms as he was dragged forward. Blinking had cleared his vision a bit but it still didn't help him figure out where he was or why. The walls of the corridor he was being pulled through were made of rough hewn stone. The mortar and craftsmanship reminded the Ex Navy SEAL of English castles. He doubted that was possible though, nothing in California was that old.

"W..Who..," it was all Nick could get out. It seemed as if he had no control over his own muscles, a distressing thought.

"Oh, don't worry, you'll find out soon enough," a second male voice from his left stated. There were a number of large wooden doors along the hallway but his captors ignored them all. Nick got the impression of a dungeon and his mind flashed onto another such underground labyrinth he'd had help escaping from not that long ago. Only this time he doubted very much that Bob Brown and Derek were going to come to his rescue.

Too tired to reply, Nick simply let his body dangle uselessly between the two men. He didn't have the strength to mount any form of resistance even if he could get loose of his bonds. He did, however, scan everything around him, trying to keep a map of the building straight in his mind. Knowing the layout of the land would help him when he made his escape.

The muscles across his shoulders and spine were beginning to spasm. A low moan escaped his lips as the pain registered. Nick hated showing weakness but there was only so much a body and mind could take before things became overwhelming. Nick hoped he wasn't at that point but he had to admit his eyes were having trouble focusing on his surroundings. The only thing he was really aware of was how much he hurt.

Apparently the two men dragging Nick had heard the sound. Without warning, both of them lifted Nick a little higher off the ground, putting more pressure on his shoulders. The spasms intensified, sending shock waves of pain through Nick's system. Gulping bile, he tried to keep his discomfort to himself. He wasn't entirely successful. Another moan escaped. Then Nick did something completely out of character and unplanned. Nick passed out.

A/N: I'm sorry this is so short. It seemed longer when I was writing it! The next one will be longer, I promise.