Hey!

So this idea has been turning around in my head for a while now and after much contemplation, I finally decided to write it! This will be my first fic outside of Grimm so forgive me if any characters act a little weird...well Henry will be acting weird so you can just go ahead and expect that one. Also, I started writing this a few episodes back so if any dates are a little screwy, just let me know! :D

Just an FYI, there will be more chapters after this one...so don't be afraid to tell me what you think!

Henry opened his eyes with a gasp, eyes quickly searching through the darkness. He couldn't for the life of him remember where he was or how he got here.

He was lying down on what felt like a hard plank of wood in a very dark room. He made to sit up but was stopped half way by a tugging on both his wrists. Looking down, he could vaguely make out chains.

His heart stuttered unevenly. He was chained in a very dark room with no memories of how he got here and not the faintest idea of who held him captive.

Trying to calm his rapid breathing he tugged on the chains that kept him bound to what must be a table and thought through the last thing he could remember.

The chains clinked together distractedly as he struggled and echoed off the walls in the room. The sound was so familiar; it caused a brief shot of panic to rise in him. He quickly stubbed the memories that threatened to overwhelm him of the last time he had been chained in a dark room—panicking would accomplish nothing—and focused instead to earlier that evening.

He had been walking home after a long but satisfying end to a case. It had been a beautiful evening and he had offered to see Jo home; his old traditional habits showing themselves once again. But her being the fully capable twenty-first century woman that she was of course turned him down, so he had to be satisfied with walking her to her cab.

He squinted in the darkness. This is where things started to get foggy.

He could remember her offering to split the cab but he had politely refused. Choosing instead to enjoy the brisk night air of the great city and the solitude of his own thoughts. He had waited until her cab had disappeared around the corner and begun walking, the usually busy streets empty, when a noise coming from a nearby alleyway captured his attention.

"Hello?" he had said into the darkness hesitant to walk any further.

There was no reply; the only thing that could be heard was the wind whistling through the trees around him. Turning around, he prepared to continue walking when he heard it.

"Hello, Henry."

Whipping back around at the sound of the all too familiar cold voice, he cried out when the entire right side of his face erupted with pain and he fell to the ground. He was completely blindsided by whatever had hit him, but recovered quickly enough to pull his face off the floor and look up at the dark and slightly blurred figure that was slowly walking towards him.

"Sweet dreams, Henry." He heard the cold voice of his stalker say and then everything had gone black.

He growled, tugging against the chains again in frustration. If only he had taken that cab with Jo! He'd probably be enjoying a nice glass of Cognac with Abe right now, safe in his home…

"I would stop that if I were you. The only thing you're accomplishing is prolonging the inevitable."

Henry froze, the room growing deadly silent as his now bloody wrists settled back down on the table. He looked in the direction the voice had come from and squinted, willing his eyes to see through the darkness.

He could vaguely make out a figure of a man standing a couple feet away.

Adam.

"What do you want with me?" he whispered his voice trembling. His heart beat was rising and he could feel himself growing more and more anxious the longer he was chained up.

"I thought I had been clear in the taxi. I do not like to be ignored," the voice that he had begun to hate with a passion lectured him as if he were a child who had disobeyed his father's orders.

"You're a psychopath! You manipulated me into killing another man!"

"An act that you will someday thank me for," Adam reassured him, his footsteps echoing as he walked closer to the table. "You and I are the same, Henry. We should be walking this world together."

"Never!" Henry spat out, struggling against his chains once again with earnest.

"Never is a long time, Henry. Both you and I know that one day, you'll give in."

All of a sudden, a bright light was turned on and he cried out, shutting his eyes tightly as his retinas burned.

"But until then, unfortunately, I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."

Henry slowly opened his eyes as he heard what sounded like metal tools being arranged next to him. His vision slowly came into focus and he could finally see his assailant.

Seeing the face of the psychologist again seemed to cement his feelings of despair. For some reason he had found himself hoping that his stalker had not been the friendly psychologist he had briefly opened up to. That it would be the face of an obviously deranged psychopath. But wishful thinking wasn't going to solve anything.

How many times would he have to be betrayed before he learned to stop trusting to people?

More clinking noises distracted him from his thoughts and he tried to see what Adam was holding but he was at a bad angle.

"What are you going to do to me?"

At the sound of Henry's whisper, Adam looked up.

"I'm going to test a theory I've been forming for quite some time now," he mumbled holding up a glass syringe with a very large needle up to the light and flicking it a few times with his finger.

Henry watched the bubbles float up through the liquid that was a sickly orange color and gulped. If he thought he was panicking before that was nothing compared to how he felt now.

"If you're looking for something more specific then I'm going to inject you with this needle and then I'm going to kill you," he stated as he walked to stand over Henry.

"You're insane!" Henry whispered heart hammering in his chest as Adam brought the needle closer and closer to his neck. He began to struggle restlessly against his chains now, doing all that he could to get even a centimeter away from that long needle. But Adam just chuckled and held his head against the table with a force that made Henry's brain hurt under all the pressure.

"You and I seem to have very different definitions of the word 'insanity'."

And then Henry felt a searing pain in his neck and his world turned black for the second time.

There it is. A cliffhanger, I know. Thanks for reading and don't forget to drop a review on the way out! :)