Don winced as he was roughly thrown to the ground of the U-Hall. He had seen some of what Ian Edgerton had done to make prisoners talk and knew, somehow, that those techniques had been used on Colby and were about to be used on him. His vest was roughly pulled off and carelessly tossed aside. Ian was pinning his arms down so he didn't even have a chance to attempt to move, even though he was struggling against the arms.

"Give me the stick," Ian growled at his partner. The partner hastily did as he was told. Don winced as the hot fire brand pressed against his arm and bit out a low moan. Ian just chuckled as the U-Hall pulled to a stop. Ian pulled out Don's heavy-duty cuffs, cuffs used for multiple-time offenders, and put them around his wrists. "That'll get you to listen," he said. He and the other man left the room, and Colby and Don were left alone.

Colby coughed, and Don turned to look at the younger agent, assessing the man's injuries. It was clear that Colby's right arm had been broken, and probably had been broken twice from the looks of it. "This isn't exactly what I meant by an extraction," Colby quipped as he glanced at his boss' arm where he'd been branded.

It was the first time Don had since their capture to assess Colby's injuries. It looked like Colby had taken several serious beatings just from the condition of his skin. He'd lost a lot of weight, and Don guessed he'd lot more than twenty pounds; weight he didn't really have to loose. He wondered what had happened to Colby in the month he'd been missing.

"You'll be fine," Colby said. Don glanced up, startled, realizing that Colby had been assessing his injuries. "Edgerton went easy on you. Me, he wanted to get infected, so he pushed it into my skin when he did it. I was sick for two days afterwards. Edgerton would knife me every time I threw up," he said.

"'Knife you'?" Don questioned with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, stab me, you know, with his knife." Colby lifted the arm of his shirt to reveal the marks. For some reason, Ian hadn't handcuffed Colby's hands. "He hid the marks for the first couple days, not wanting people to believe that I was his captive, but at the end he just attacked me recklessly, not really caring about who he was hurting."

Don shook his head. "I'm sorry I didn't take the shot like you told me too," he grumbled. He propped himself up. "I'm hoping that Megan and Nikki – or David – got a shot at the car."

"Is David okay? I saw him go down –"

"I don't know, but the shot didn't hit him in a vital part of his body," Don responded, "So I think he'll be okay." He hoped, anyway. He didn't want to lose another agent; to go through another funeral… "What have you guys been doing the past, well, month?"

"When Edgerton grabbed me, he spent the first day making sure I wouldn't talk to any strangers," Colby explained. "He bought in an LAPD cop, a FBI agent that works in our office, and a grocery store clerk and another man and said, 'All these people are working for me.'" Colby took a moment to pause before adding, "Each one of them got a chance to get a good punch at me, too. The FBI agent actually beat me up."

"What FBI agent?"

"I didn't get his name – Edgerton wasn't that stupid. I know he was pretty high up, though… Assistant something. The second day he broke my arm when I tried to escape. The third day, he branded me so that everyone would know that I was his prisoner. What did you guys do those first few days?"

Don shook his head. "I didn't do much; not really. We started to open cases that Ian Edgerton had worked, to see if they were dirty or if things had changed. He's now the fifth most wanted fugitive in the United States; with this recent activity, I'm sure it will help his ranking go up. Charlie was a mess the third day, and so was Megan – by the way, she rejoined the FBI – and we held your funeral that night, of course, as you know."

"Yeah. I assume my mom didn't take it too kindly when you told me about my 'death'," Colby quipped.

"She threw me out of her house and said you'd gotten what you deserved," Don admitted.

"That's actually less harsh then I expected from her, actually," Colby responded as he sat up against the wall of their moveable prison. He pointed to Don's cuffs. "He doesn't trust you yet – he'll probably spend some time 'training' you tonight," he warned. Then he grimaced. "Me, probably, too, since I called. I wasn't about to pass up a chance with a phone, though."

"Training?" Don questioned.

"Yeah, it's what he did with me the fourth day. We were up in the mountains at that point in time, actually. He made a huge point of burning all my FBI stuff and telling me that I had a new life now as his prisoner. He broke my arm – again, the same one, and then he tied me up and let me sleep outside his tent. He told me I was lucky that I was getting clothes, and that as an added bonus, I got a sleeping bag and a sweater. I was pretty sure he was trying to get the Stockholm syndrome thing going." Colby winced at the memory. "It's probably were we're headed, the mountains again, so that Edgerton can 'retrain' me and you."

"Why do you think he took you?"

"You mean, why do I think he didn't just kill me and leave me for dead, or just leave me there?" Colby asked. He paused. "You know, I don't really know. That's a question that I'd love to ask Megan. But I think – I think he wanted a hostage, someone who he could attack and beat up and keep prisoner."

"Why do you think he took me?"

"To punish me," Colby admitted sheepishly. "I'm sorry."

Don shrugged. "With two of us, we might have a better chance of beating him."

Colby raised his eyebrow at Don. "Don, this is Ian Edgerton. We could be a team of SWAT officers and have trouble taking him down." He shook his head. "I mean – yes, we'd have an advantage, but…" He slumped against the wall of the moving U-HAll. "I'm sorry. I tried so many times, but he'd always capture me and punish me. The last time he punished me, he broke my arm, again." Colby glanced at his arm. Don winced. He wasn't sure they'd ever be able to fully correct Colby's left arm.

Don shook his head after it registered with him that Colby thought that his was his fault. "Don't be sorry, Colby. You did what you had to do to keep yourself alive."

"Alive and captive," Colby muttered bitterly.

"Yeah, but better to be alive and captive with hope of escape then six feet under," Don responded. Both grew quiet as the U-Hall stopped on the gravel road. Don tensed as he glanced at Colby, knowing somehow that the action was about to begin.