Author's Notes: Halos! Here's the next installment of "Surveillance". Um…I was just watching a rerun of "Anti-Thesis" on Sunday and it gave me the idea for this. (It was an amazing episode.) Yeah…well, I hope you like it. This fan fiction has taken some really interested turns…only through all your kind and helpful reviews. I really appreciate them. Thank you! Enough with my insane babbling…

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ACT III SCENE I

Okay…this does not seem good. I have a gun pressed up against my head and my partner is unconscious in the hospital bed next to me. Today is not a good day. I should've known that coming here would be a risk since I was the potential target. Eames was just shot as bait for me. Good job, Bobby…You've seriously screwed up. And I doubt anyone's going to come to your rescue.

"What do you say, Detective Goren?"

"What should I say?"

"That you're coming with me…don't try to pull anything. It won't help you."

"Where are you taking me?"

"To see the boss."

And then, my unnamed gunman, probably the same one who shot Eames, took me to see "the boss". So, now I was going to meet the brains behind the whole ordeal…this whole fucking set up. Using my profiling skill, I tried to make a picture of this boss. But, through this person's actions, it was hard to say. I just know that this person had to be a careful planner, intelligent, sophisticated and high class…or at least acted like it. And, this person had to have some serious grudge against me. But, beyond that, I had nothing. I faced a problem: How do you get inside a person's head when you have no clues into this person's character?

I was then taken into what looked like an abandoned factory. Inside, I was handcuffed to a metal chair in the middle of the dark room. Which also meant no chance of escape…for the time being at least.

Suddenly, some really bright lights turned on, forming a spotlight. Squinting against the surreal brightness, I saw the devil. And her identity was that of Nicole Wallace/Elizabeth Hitchens…I was not really sure to this day who she really was.

She was a very tricky character…upon our last meeting she and I exchanged information…that was very personal in nature. I…for some reason connected with her madness and let her get into my head and under my skin. But, I believe I got into hers as well.

She spoke first, "Hello Detective."

"Hello, Nicole."

"It's nice to see you again."

"And the same to you."

"So…how have you been?"

"Let's stop with the bullshit, Nicole. Just tell me why."

"Why what? Oh, you mean why go to such elaborate measures to meet with me?"

"Yes. Exactly."

"Our last meeting intrigued me, Robert. You were a bit of fun and got me thinking too. I want to know how that brilliant mind of yours works."

"So you set up the whole thing? The whole damn scheme with the surveillance?"

"Yes…Jim Darkly is a very gullible man. He would do anything, even commit a crime, for some sex."

"You've been toying with this the whole time? I'm amazed that you didn't forget about me and move on."

"No…I wouldn't. All the time, effort, and funds that went into this…it's all worth it."

"Really? If you really wanted to get to me, why didn't you just do it? Why hurt Eames and go through with all the trouble? She had nothing to do with our…dispute."

"No one will ever figure it out. Only you are smart enough to do that. And because, your little partner was standing in my way. I also realized the existence of your strong bond and knew that you'd come immediately to her if something were to happen to her. The pieces of the puzzle just fell into place. It was the perfect set up…wasn't it? You are here and they can't find you."

"You are an evil bitch."

In anger, Nicole/ Elizabeth came up and slapped me hard across the face.

Then she said, "No need for the language."

"Now you have me here. What are you going to do?"

"We're going to do a little quid pro quo. You tell me something and I'll tell you something."

"Fine."

So then, it began. She walked slowly around my chair, trying to intimidate me. No doubt simulating the interrogation atmosphere from old American literature…I guess she's been reading way too many gangster novels. It wasn't really working, because I was not really focused on her questions or answers. It didn't really matter to me. If she had really figured me out as she thought she had, she would realize that my mind (and heart) was elsewhere with Eames. I was wondering about her condition, if she were okay.

Also, I was wondering how I was going to get out of this predicament.

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ACT III SCENE II

Hospital

While I was away trapped with the devil, Deakins was looking for me at the hospital. He wanted to warn me of the danger of being seen by whoever was after me. He entered Eames' room and looked around. My cologne was still in the air, but no sign of the big detective. Deakins then noticed a small scrap of paper in Eames hand. A coded message was written quickly in fresh blood:

ST 4

HP 4

ME 2

TN 5

AT 2

GN 3

PT 5

Deakins looked at the gibberish and frowned,"What the hell was going through Goren's mind? Did he really expect someone to be able to read it? It was put into Eames hand so; she must be the only one who could figure it out. Too bad she's not awake."

Suddenly, Eames wakes up. Deakins, very much surprised, is about to say something but is silenced by Eames' hand.

"Captain, What happened? Where's Bobby?"

"You were shot. We're trying to figure out by whom. And as for the whereabouts of your partner, I don't know, Detective. He's disappeared."

"Damn…I remember being in a haze and then I heard Bobby talking to me. He sounded so sad…then, I heard someone else's voice."

"Who? What did they say."

"I don't know who. They said something about consequences…they probably have Bobby."

"Hold on. Eames, I found this in your hand. It's probably from Bobby to you. It's written in blood…I'm guessing he's hurt."

Eames took the paper. "He's not hurt. He just pricked his finger with his pocketknife…the note says, 'Shit, Help me. Taken at Gun point.'"

Deakins looked at her in surprise. "What? How'd you get all that?"

"Easy…Bobby wrote the first and last letters of the words and then put how many letters are in the whole word."

"Clever…but it leaves a lot of words to choose from."

"Oh…I guess it's a partner thing." She blushed.

Deakins gave her a small smile and looked around. "The bastard who took him probably dressed some sort of personnel. I'll question the staff."

"I'll help." Eames said as she began to get up. Such a brave little trooper…always looks out for the team.

Deakins placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, wait a minute. You're here to rest. You were shot, remember? Stay put, that's an order, Eames."

Eames frowned and replied, "Hey, you need your best detectives on this. Since Bobby isn't here, I need to help. And anyway, I don't even feel any pain. Must be the painkillers…"

Deakins glanced at her before he left the room. "No."

Eames lay back for a moment. "Think…Who would be smart enough and motivated enough to do this…Come on…I bet the answers are right in front of me…I have to help Bobby."

Eames got up and went to the door. "I need to check our past cases…the answers are there."

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To be continued…

Hopefully that wasn't too short. I'm glad I have a few readers. You know what time it is? Time to Review! I greatly appreciate all comments…they help me on my way. Don't worry, "Surveillance Part IV" is on its way. I just need some inspiration. I guess I should watch all my L&O: CI tapes again (and again…and again…) Well, I guess I'll see you next time.