Joan hurried out of the jewellers, veering to the left as she glanced behind her for Henry's man. She strode down the pavements, not seeing the brunette behind her who stopped dead as she caught sight of Joan coming out of the jewellers, turning back the other way even as Joan hurried away in the opposite direction. Heart thumping, Joan made it back to her car and climbed in, driving off as quickly as she could with the stolen information safely in her bag.

She drove home, only relaxing once she'd crossed state lines. Arthur was in the kitchen when she rushed in, throwing her coat over the hook before hurrying into the office they shared and quickly plugging in the USB into her laptop.

"Joan?" Arthur called confusedly.

"Hi." She answered distractedly, scanning the information flashing across the screen. She frowned. There was no way she was going to be able to track Henry's money without the help of a forensic accountant, but that would mean involving another innocent person in this mess. She jumped violently as she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Jesus Arthur!" she gasped, placing a hand over her baby bump as she felt him kick in surprise.

"Sorry- I didn't mean to scare you. I called you three times. " he sat next to her, watching her warily.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you. Did you need something?" she questioned. He looked at her worriedly.

"Joan, are you alright? Did something happen?" he asked gently. She raised her eyebrows at his change in manner.

"I'm fine Arthur. Does… this mean you're not going to shout at me again?" she enquired tentatively. He shook his head.

"Joan, I'm not going to pretend that sanctioning the torture of my son is something that I can forget. But I know that my reaction is the reason you've been gone all day, and I was wrong to not just sit and talk with you rather than flipping out. You are my wife… And you're carrying our child." He leant forward, clasping her hands in his and resting his forehead on hers as he whispered: "I will always fight for you too."

Joan smiled in relief, leaning into him. Their peaceful moment was interrupted, however, when a loud banging on their front door demanded their attention. "Bet you a fiver it's Auggie." Arthur challenged. Joan smiled.

"Calder." She guessed with a laugh as Arthur opened the door. Then cried out as he was flung back to the floor. Several masked men entered, guns waving as they approached. Joan turned and bolted back into the study, her only thought on protecting the life growing inside her as she reached for her own gun. She fired as the first man came through the door, hitting him in the head and causing him to drop instantly allowing her to fire again and again, hitting the two men behind him.

"Stop or we kill your husband!" a voice yelled. Joan froze. Thinking quickly, she grabbed her phone from the desk and typed in the emergency sequence she'd had when she was DCS. Calder at least should recognise it, she thought as she hit it out and laid down her gun.

"Don't hurt him!" she called, playing up the fragile pregnant blonde for the second time that day. "I'm coming out!"

She edged out of the door, and immediately a cloth was clamped over her face. She instinctively gasped, reaching for it and struggling to escape the hold she'd been bought into even as the world faded to black.

Joan opened her eyes, blinking as she tried to adjust to the light, however meagre it was. She realised she was tied to a chair, her ankles bound to the wooden legs and her wrists to the wooden arms. It wasn't exactly comfortable at eight months pregnant. She looked around for Arthur, quickly spotting him beside her. He was in a similar position, although his arms were bound behind his back and he was still unconscious, head dropped onto his chest.

"Arthur!" she hissed. "Arthur, wake up!"

"Oh, don't bother Joanie. He got a higher dose than you- he won't be waking up for a while." Joan whipped her head back around towards the voice, eyes widening as she recognised the man who emerged from the shadows.

"Henry?"

He smiled coldly, walking closer. "It was a nice try this morning. The pregnant blonde act in the jewellers? A little too memorable. You're getting out of practice Joanie. Been out of the field too long."

"I got the intel didn't I? I already handed it over." Joan raised her chin defiantly. He smirked.

"Too whom? Auggie Anderson? The blind, grieving tech who's already under investigation?"

Joan stared at him. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

He raised his hand as if to slap her, but she didn't flinch and he slowly lowered it. "It's such a shame Joanie. You had so much potential. Such a waste."

He turned, walking to Arthur. "What are you doing?" Joan questioned worriedly, watching him intently. Without warning he backhanded Arthur across the face.

Arthur groaned, opening his eyes. "Oh God." He complained when he saw Henry in front of him.

"Nice to see you too, Arthur." He straightened, coming to stand between them. "Now one of you is going to tell me who exactly is working against me. The one who doesn't is the one who survives."

Arthur and Joan exchanged a glance, saw the same thoughts reflected in the others' eyes. "Go to hell, Henry." Arthur spat. Arthur motioned behind him, prompting the appearance of two men. Both fully dressed in black, including balaclavas the only difference that Joan could see between them was that one was slightly taller. He could be Tweedledum, she decided, while the other could Tweedledee. Dum and Dee for short. She suppressed a giggle, wondering if this was an effect of the sedative they'd given her or simply hysteria. Dum walked forward slowly. Joan swallowed nervously, shifting in her seat while Arthur remained motionless, expressionless as he watched the advancing man.

Dum lashed out, punching Arthur again and again in the stomach until he was gasping for breath. Joan screamed. The punches continued to rain down, so fast Joan almost couldn't see them. "Henry! Henry stop!" she called desperately. Henry held up a hand and the beating mercifully came to a halt.

"Tell me what I want to know, Joanie. You and Arthur can both go home, raise your baby. Never have to worry about me again." Henry coaxed almost soothingly.

"You bastard." Joan whispered, unable to tear her eyes from where Arthur was coughing and gasping.

"I'll take that as a no." He motioned again and the punches rained down harder than before, this time with Dee helping as well. Face, arms, abdomen, none of it was avoided and soon the chair had fallen to its' side, Arthur still secured to it as feet joined the mens' fists in inflicting damage.

Joan soon lost track of how much time had past. All she could see was Arthur and the pain he was in. "I'm sorry." She whispered as tears tracked down her cheeks. Henry laughed.

"Tell me Joan, and you could save him." He murmured into her ear. She spat in his face.

"You're sick Henry." She told him viciously. She strained her arms, but the zip ties wouldn't budge and she was held fast.

"Perhaps. Perhaps not." Henry shrugged. He watched impassively as the beating continued for another few minutes, before he finally bought it a stop. He motioned to one of the men (Dum? Joan thought, but she couldn't really remember which one was which...) and he vanished outside, presumably to deal with the bleeding fist Joan could see he had. The other man righted Arthur so that he was sitting up again.

"I'm impressed. I thought for sure that you would have broken by now." Henry walked around them, a gun in his hand, roughly shoving a gag in Arthur's mouth. "This next question is for you Joanie. You wouldn't talk to save your husband- would you to save your unborn son?"

And he pointed the gun at her stomach.