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When Walter woke up this time, he was tied to a chair. A sharp pain was running up his stomach, bruised ribs. Lucky, then. "You're awake then." A deep voice stated, startling Walter. The drugs might be wearing off but their lingering affect was still there.

"Why am I here?" Walter asked, finding the words were easier to get out this time around but the man in front of him didn't seem to have noticed. Cautiously, Walter moved his hands, finding he had limited movement but not uncomfortable movement.

"I told you, Walter. You killed her." The man had a darker skin tone, not American but foreign. He had a lint of an accent but with Walter's still spinning head, he couldn't place it.

"I have never killed…"

"Bagdad." The man slammed his palms on the table in front of him. "That was your software they used to drop bombs. You designed the software that killed her." Walter didn't say anything, his finger's freezing from where they had been trying to loosen the ropes around his hands. "You remember Bagdad."

"I…I didn't know they were going to drop bombs. I designed that software to drop aid packages." Walter stammered, his brain still not processing what this man had said.

"But you designed the software. Whatever reason you had, you designed it." The man came closer, his face inches from Walter's own. "It is your fault." The man's eyes were rock hard, no fear in them. Walter was no expert on the human behaviour but he could clearly tell this was a man with nothing to lose. Walter had been scared twice in his life, once when he had been hanging off the edge of the cliff and when he found out his sister would die. But he had never felt fear like this, facing a man that would do anything to make Walter hurt. Even if it meant this man's own death.

…

"I've traced the car." Happy announced Toby hot on her heels as they walked through the front door. "It was stolen last week, we have the police report and the original owner's name."

"Can we be sure he wasn't lying?" Cabe asked.

"Definitely, you see the bald patches on Mr Owen's head," Toby replied, pointing at a picture of the man, "He's of middle age and over-weight. The strength required to take a person is huge, especially to put someone in the trunk of the car. Mr Owen's here has never even visited a gym. This isn't our guy." Cabe's face dropped but he continued anyway.

"The police have any idea who stole the car?"

"Yes, they have him in custody." Happy announced. "He sold the car with new number plates last week."

"But he isn't talking." Cabe finished.

"Nope." Toby said and Cabe nodded, taking out his phone. "I'll make a few phone calls, get an interview with this guy."

"But that won't be until the morning." Paige replied, glancing outside at the darkened sky and at Ralph's sleeping form on the sofa. "That means…." Paige trailed off, tears trailing down her face as she thought about what could happen in a night.

"I know it's hard but we don't have a choice." Cabe said, placing a fatherly hand on Paige's shoulder. "Go home, get some sleep…"

"No, I want to stay here. Help as much as I can." Paige replied, knowing none of them would be going home tonight.

"Yeah, we might find something extra." Sylvester added, walking back to his computer. "Maybe we can find something we can use to make this man talk."

…..

Walter had been left for approximately 1 hour and 15 minutes. He knew it was late, maybe midnight, nearly 24 hours since he'd been at the garage. It was hard to think he'd only been saying goodbye to Paige and Ralph a short while ago. A sharp twinge made Walter wince. Short shallow breathing, he reminded himself so as to not puncture his lung. His previously bruised ribs were now broken and cracked ones, making breathing highly difficult and painful.

"I want a confession. I want to hear you say you killed her." The table had been removed at some point and a wooden bat provided.

"I can't admit something I didn't…" Walter trailed off with a sharp groan of pain as the wooden bat was driven into his stomach.

5 hits later and Walter could feel sweat beading on his forehead, a crack had been heard. Not surprising considering the force in which the bat had been swung. "You think you are so smart; you are nothing here." The man swung his fist into Walter's head, sending the genius' head snapping back, blood trailing from his now split lip.

"The software I designed wasn't meant to be used to drop bombs." Walter could barely keep his voice straight as the man threw all of his weight into the next swing. Walter felt the chair legs tip just before the back of his head slammed against the hard concrete floor. Black spots swam across the edges of his vision as his vision swam in and out of focus.

"You killed her." The man grabbed a fistful of Walter's shirt, dragging the chair back to a sitting position. Walking around him, Walter winced, waiting for the next blow to come. "You killed her." The man's voice was hitching with emotion. He wasn't thinking rationally which meant nothing Walter said or did would get through to him. "Admit it." Another swing, at his hands this time.

Walter shook himself out of the memory. He had screamed after that hit, the pain still there now. With his hands tied the way they were, Walter couldn't tell which fingers had been broken. Possibly some on each hand. Either way, he knew he wouldn't be getting out of his binds anytime soon now.

After that, Walter had admitted it, hoping for at least a small reprieve but it hadn't stopped. More hits and Walter must have blacked out because the next thing he remembered was his assailant walking up the stairs and what little light had been in the basement had vanished. Darkness and silence, except for the buzzing in his ears.

Blood dripped down his forehead as Walter calculated the odds of getting out of this alive. Not high, considering his injuries. There was no way Walter would be able to escape, not unless this man made a mistake and Walter feared that by the time that happened he wouldn't be in any fit state to escape. Walter was stuck with a man that had no rational reason for keeping him here.

Emotion, the very thing Megan had told him to feel was now working against him. An overwhelming feeling of fear that Walter could barely keep at bay. There was no way out. Nothing he could do. No logic to this man's actions. Just pure and utter hate towards Walter because of something he had never meant to do.

Walter just hoped the others would be able to find him sooner rather than later.

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