I just wanted to thank everyone that showed an intrest in this story. I decided to go ahead and write a sequal to my first stroy "I dare you to move" If you haven't read it yet, look around. It's here somewhere! Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy my sequal and No Im not finished with it. This one will be a short chapter fic. (I hope anyway! LOL) oh yeah and I dont own them yadda yadda yadda

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Six months had passed since her abduction and only three months since she and her partner had expressed their deepest feelings for each other. At first everything was getting better, they were taking a relationship slow, due to her emotional state, and she was finally starting to get over her night terrors. He understood to say the least, giving her enough space to be comfortable and still showing his love for her in discreetly satisfying ways.

All that changed, however, when they were out together at a restaurant and she saw on one of the large TVs in front of her that her capture had escaped. They showed his picture and she froze instantly. He noticed her expression, turned around and saw the offending image and read the headline. 'Shit' He muttered.

Tears streamed down her face at then sight of his. Then they showed her picture on screen, obviously commenting how he had kidnapped and raped her. She felt sick and embarrassed. She knew that everyone was looking at her, recognizing her and judging her. Before he could say anything to her she jumped from her chair and ran out the front door.

Forgetting completely that they had only just begun their dinner and had not paid, he ran after her. Once out the door he saw her sitting on the sidewalk, her knees up to her chest. He sat down next to her, his back pressed against the cool brick of the building, and waited for a moment.

"Are you ok?" He asked, feeling completely ridiculous once he had. Before she could respond their waiter came bursting out the front door looking around frantically for the couple that had stiffed him. He must have understood because when he saw them he back inside with a sympathetic smile on his face.

He turned back to the fragile women before him and rubbed her arm gently with the tips of his fingers. She shivered slightly and he immediately stopped the affectionate action.

"How the hell did he get out?" She asked, a tear running down her face.

"I don't know, but they will find him. And until they do I will keep you safe. You have nothing to worry about." He whispered, meaning every word. He kissed her temple tenderly and she looked up at him smiling slightly.

"Thank you." She felt safer now then she did three months ago, before their confession. He had been staying with her, watching over her and she had been doing great with his presence. She knew that nothing could harm her when he was near, that he would never allow it. She gasped slightly. "I hope they haven't taken our food away!" She stood up and a chuckle emerged from her mouth. He smiled, thankful that she had calm down considerably.

They walked back inside to their table that was just as they left it. The waiter walked up to them cautiously asking the tall, dark haired man if everything was ok. He flashed a smile and assured him that they were fine.

The rest of the meal was finished in almost complete silence. Occasionally they would talk about work or small talk about their families. She didn't seem to notice to much, her mind was elsewhere. He, however, was dying of discomfort.

He was glad when she announced that she was ready to go. He walked over to her chair and pulled it out for her and helping her into her Satin coat that matched her hair perfectly. They had decided to walk to the restaurant because it was only a block away from where she lived. He regretted that decision now.

She was trying her best to keep her composure. That was difficult to do, however, when they walked right past where she was grabbed. She held on to his arm tightly, fear coursing through her momentarily. She felt him tighten his grip on her and she was reminded of his promise.

They walked up the stairs to her apartment and he was about to open the door when he noticed that it was already ajar. He didn't let her notice, she was flipping through the pages of junk mail that she had picked up downstairs. He pushed open the door and saw the sight before his eyes. He put his arm out, stopping her from entering.

"Get back, call the police." She panicked and pulled her cell phone from her purse. Her hands trembled as she pressed the numbers.

He walked slowly into her apartment taking in all the damage. The coffee table was turned over with shards of broken glass from the painting about the couch littering the floor. The bookshelf had been cleared of its contents and were joining the broken glass. Her kitchen table was broken in several pieces and were scattered throughout the apartment. He reached into the drawer next to the front door and was relieved to find that her handgun was still there.

Arming himself, he crept down the hallway and noticed the picture of her and her mother that usually held its place on the wall across from the bathroom was gone, broken glass mimicking the living room. The bedroom door was closed, not how they had left it. Bracing himself he pushed opened the door and was taken aback by the horrific site before his eyes.

The mattress was flipped over onto the floor and the dresser had been emptied. Her clothes were joined by more glass from the mirror over her vanity. Written above the bed with a red smear was the words "You won't get away again" He finished his walk through of the apartment, satisfied that no one was still present.

He put the gun under his belt, behind his back and walked out into the hallway of the apartment building. She was in tears again, looking past him into her apartment at the damage that had been done.

"It was him, wasn't it?" Her voice faltering over the words. He didn't hide it from her.

"He left a message over you bed." He walked over and held her close to him, allowing her to break down against him. "He's not in there." He assured her.

"What did it say?" she asked through her silent sobs.

"It's a lie. That's all you need to know. I won't let anything happen to you again, do you understand me."

"What did it say?" She demanded, pulling away from him and looking him in the eyes. He sighed in defeat.

"It said 'You won't get away again'" She didn't respond. His words rang in her ears over and over again. 'I wont let anything happen to you again, it's a lie, 'you won't get away again''

Sirens were heard in the distance and he pulled her close to him again. Moments later there were several officers walking towards them, their hands on their weapons. He greeted them, explained who they were and the situation. They knew the case well, they knew that the man was put away from kidnapping a federal officer and it was made high priority to find this man before he attacked her or another agent again.

Over the next hour they examined the apartment and took photos of the message that was left behind. The lead officer came out and began to speak to them.

"Do you have somewhere you can go tonight?" He the quietly, he noticed the women was distant. She had barely spoken three words since they arrived. The man, however, was adamant about helping or knowing information. He mentioned that he was a profiler and, while his partner was missing, profiled the man in question. He'd heard about it, it was accurate to the smallest detail. He had called it 'spooky'.

"Yes, but I want protective watch over my apartment while she is there as well as her mother's home." He hadn't meant to mention it in front of her but he knew she would have found out eventually.

"Why my mother's?" She asked.

"He took a picture of her. It's just a precaution." He rubbed her arm reassuringly.

"Has anyone spoken to her? I need to call her." The officer watched as the man took his partner into his arm and whispered calming words to his, kissing her for head, and calling her 'honey'. She was reluctant at first to take the man's comfort but warmed into his embrace quickly. "He can't hurt her because of me" The officer heard her whisper through her tears.

"We'll put a protective watch out at her residence ma'am, don't worry." It was all the officer could offer began to walk away.

"Thank you," She turned back to the man that held her. "You spoke to her right?" She asked.

"Yes, three times in fact, since we came home." She looked down sheepishly. She hadn't noticed to much of anything since they had returned home. Her mind was running a mile a minute. "She's going to stay at a neighbor's home until I call her back. She is ok."

"You profiled him; do you think he would go after her?" She wanted reassurance.

"No, I think he did it just to scare you. He seems to be fascinated with you. He broke from jail to find you, he thinks of you as a prize that I took from him. He never displayed any of the signs to attack anyone else." He snapped into professional mode and the words flowed from his mouth before he could stop them.

"That's great, thank you." She said sarcasm apparent in her voice.

"Wait here, I'll be right back, I'm going to go get some things for us to take to my place before they finish." He hated to leave her alone but with the officers standing around, he knew she would be fine.

He quickly gathered their things and packed them gently into his overnight bag. He took one last look at the room that was completely destroyed. He nodded to the officers who were collecting their equipment and finishing their notes.

Out in the hallway he noticed that she was sitting on the floor, her knees once again close to her chest and her arms protectively wrapped around her knees. She had never seen her sit like that before, but ever since the attack it was constant. It broke his heart to see her so shattered.

"You ready to go?" He asked. The officers were slowly filing out of her apartment one by one and she looked up at her surroundings. He studied her features carefully and it frightened him that she looked like she had no clue as to the events as they had taken place tonight. He was close to tears when he saw her face fall, reality sinking in.

"Yeah, I guess so." He extended her hand and lifted her up from the floor. She smiled and walked over to her front door and locked it tightly after the last officer left. It scared her to think that he might be back. The lock was not broken so he obviously had a key.

"Come on, let's go. You need your rest honey." He said, she looked at him, a goofy grin was on his face. She still had not gotten use to his pet names and calling her honey. It always did lighten her spirits though.

The short walk down the stairs was greeted with a loud commotion. The two agents exchanged confused glances and he advised her to stay back. He set down his bag and walked out into the cool, damp night.

He was greeted by screaming press. They asked him question upon question, only few of them actually audible to make a relevant answer. 'This is just what she needs' He thought. 'How the hell did the press get wind of this?' Sighing heavily, he pushed his tall frame back into the apartment building. She looked puzzled and then terrified.

"No, that's not what I think it is. Is it?" She asked. He nodded in sympathy.

"My car is just past them. I can get you out of here but I can't guarantee that you wont get assaulted by the millions of questions these low life, ignorant people will have to ask. Regardless of the delicate nature of the situation, it's their way of existing." He concluded.

"First, I'm not that delicate. And secondly, stop trying to make me smile." She whispered, doing everything she could to keep from smiling. She would never let him win.

"You win. Are you ready?" He asked, putting his hand under her chin so she was looking him in the face. She smirked and nodded.

He grabbed both their bags in one hand and her hand in his other. He waited until she had taken a few deep breaths to prepare herself and then pushed open the front door to reveal the blinding lights and shouting people.

"Agent, how are you holding up? Is this the work of the same man? Where are you going?" The blonde reporter asked from one of the local news rooms. She stopped and glared at the women asking such ridiculous questions. Her lover tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her along, past the press mob that had formed. He opened the car door for her and waited until she was safely in the car. He whispered before closing the door to lock her side.

Of course, she complied. Media was the last thing on her mind. Knowing her luck, some stupid rookie reporter would follow them and realize her whereabouts and post it on the on the 6 o'clock news.

The ride home was silent. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the silence in the car. She hated the feeling that she was being judged by him, though she knew that was not the case. She knew he loved her and would always be there for her. Pushing the depressing thoughts from her mind, she flicked on the radio and immediately regretted it.

"There are reports coming in that the prison break of the man arrested six months ago for the assault and abduction of a federal agent has resulted in the destruction of the same agent's apartment. The Agent has been taken into protective custody and Federal Agents and Police Officers across town are scowering the city to find this man. If you have any information..." He flipped off the radio and turned to her.

"'Protective custody'?" He smirked. "I like the sound of that" She looked over at him, at first in shock and then a smile broke across her face, a real smile, for the first time since she saw the news. A chuckle escaped her lips and she slapped him on the arm.

"Very funny." The game was put on hold when he pulled his car in front of his Arlington Apartment. He stepped out of the car and walked over to her side to open the door.

"There you are my lady." He said, bowing before her. She was grateful that he was willing to anything to take her mind off the events. He could always make her laugh no matter what.

"How chivalrous of you, sir." She responded, a slight giggle in her voice. She then dropped her voice to a serious tone. "I'm exhausted. I just want to go upstairs, crawl into bed, and never wake up." He nodded.

"You need to sleep." He grabbed their bags and put his hand on its place in the small of her back, guiding her up the stairs to his apartment.

She was grateful to finally be able to lie down. The events of tonight were weighing heavily on her mind; she didn't want to think about it anymore. As soon as she closed her eyes and her head hit the soft pillow she was asleep. She didn't even stir when her partner's lanky frame joined her in the warm bed.