Sorry for the delay in updating. I've been going through some stuff and not to mention exams are coming up so I've been spending a lot of time revising.

Rehabilitated Sith: Thank you ever so much for reviewing. I'm so happy you find it interesting.

Hope06: Thank you for you wonderfully inspiring words. It means a lot to me that people think I have managed to get the characters down.

Oxymoron'sRus: I'm happy you love it. I'm hoping you enjoy the Spike moment.

Gryffen: I'm sure everyone will be happy to know I have no intention of abandoning this story. Also about tackling a story line like this has been hard and at times disturbing. I'm trying not to make the story too dark, but from my experience mental disorders can be dark for everyone involved both the one with the illness and the ones who love them. And thank you for the for the Zimmer hint, I love his work and it has helped. And being Scottish myself I have taken notice of your order.

Mermers: Oh I do enjoy reading people's ideas about who could possibly be hurting Spike, I'm trying to keep it an enigma for as long as I can. Thank you for your kind words, I will try not to let my fretting about not posting affect me too much. It always troubles me to think I'm keeping you all in suspense for too long.

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Missscarlatti713: snap indeed. I fill bad for all the hurt I am putting poor spike though. And you are right, he can't seem to catch a break can he?

Ealasaid Una: some of your questions will be answered in this chapter below. And thank you for reviewing.

Truck81: Breath please. Breathing is good. If you scream too much your lungs will hurt and I wouldn't like that to happen.

Annerinker: Yes poor Spike. I too hope they find him soon. Thank you for reviewing.

Buckeye am I: I know, kidnapping is a bit of a melodramatic thing to do, but it serves a purpose. I shall leave the rest of my feedback to your review like this…

-Chapter Seven-

A cold wind kissed his pale skin as a sudden tingling sensation spread over his body. He tried to lift his head but a rush of vertigo pulled him further onto the wet sickly pillow. He lay on his side, a cold damp feeling spreading across his side.

Something felt wrong, he felt something wrong within himself. Pain that he couldn't understand was spreading over him competing with the cold sensation. He mind was clouding over with a light he felt he should look away from.

A hand caressed his check which burned with icy heat. A voice drifted into his muddled mind, a voice that was delicate with hate, cracking with desperation, weeping with pain. A voice he recognised, a voice he loved, but knew he had to fear.

"I'm sorry," a hurried breath tickled his hair as a kissed replaced the hand. "They told me not to trust you. They said you'd do exactly what the others did to me. I thought you'd be different. I wanted you to be different. I wanted you to love me, not them."

There was no pain as his skin tore with a sudden scratch. The only feeling was the coldness he was yearning to escape from.

"I'm sorry," the figure said.

Slowly a building pin-brick of pain spread from his side and over his body. As the ache began to overtake his senses panic and confusion began to rise in his mind. Pain so sudden it felt like he felt like his burning spiders were crawling over his body. He knew what it felt like when your body was going into shock, he'd been through it before, but it felt different. He knew he had to make a choice to let the pain pull him into a darkness or to fight it back.

"I love you," the voice said as the darkness pulled at his eye lids.

The last sensation he felt was a soft hand caressing his check.


The pain of grief was a feeling he was becoming to know far too accomplished with. He had watched the footage several times which only served to deepen his fear. Each time he reviewed the footage the same result portrayed itself in front of him.

A doctor talking to a nurse as the two walked through the hall together. A nurse pushing a man seated in a wheelchair smiling as they turned the corner and out of frame.

A family of four in different states of grief sat in front of a room. The mother crying into the hair of her child whose head was buried into her chest hugging his mother tightly. The father stood against the wall rocking a sleeping girl with blonde pig tails fighting back his own emotions.

A women sitting on a chair inside one of the privet rooms reading aloud 'Much Ado About Nothing' to her sleeping sister. A lone woman walking back and forth in front of the door his attention was focused on.

He watched the distressed women walk pass the door again and again until a sudden look of determination featured on her face and she opened the door.

Spike's roommate, Albert defined her as simply 'discombobulated'. He described her face was a mixture of confusion and desperation, her posture as rash and unconnected. He said that the moment Spike saw her they both became uncomfortable and a sudden wave of claustrophobia. After a short conversation between Spike and the women, when in the women became very angry, she attacked Spike with a syringe. He had tried to help to help Spike but he had only managed to fall out of his bed and land on his awkwardly on his arm.

Twenty minutes after entering the room she is walking out with an unconscious Spike seated in a wheelchair.

Before he had left the room that Albert was being treated in, Albert turned around to Greg and told him in a confident tone, "He trusts you. You'll find him."

He couldn't help but think that his confidence was premature given the current state his mind was in. He wanted to believe that they could find Spike alive, but the same feeling that settled in his gut the day they lost Lew was haunting him.

They had been able to get a clean screenshot of the women's face before she disappeared down the hall. After sending the image to the rest of the team and thanking the security guards for their assistance and left the building. He had been though every ounce of CCTV footage the hospital had to offer.

He apologised to Garry, the guard to initially informed him of Spike's abduction, for his outburst when they first meet. Garry had turned around and said, "I hope you find him," which once again caused his chest to tighten.

He was on his way to meet Wordy and Sam, who had arrived at the hospital shortly after he had finished talking with Albert, who were searching around the hospital for any sigh of the women and/or Spike, so far neither had been seen. The hope that they'd be able to find the two of them on hospital grounds but after twenty minutes of searching.

Jules had gone to Spike's home to speak with his family, hoping to catch them before they left, he had not heard from her so he hoped she was making progress.

Ed had gone to HQ to get any equipment they may need. He knew that it was one of Ed's coping mechanisms. When one of them were in trouble he needed to be able to protect them. Having the tools that would help them, should the situation become drastic, was both comforting and disturbing.

His phone rang and for a brief moment he let himself believe it was Spike, "Yes?" he said almost too quickly.

"Sir…"

"Winne? Have you found something?"

After a long pause, and several deep breaths, Winne said "Spike's badge was just found at the scene of a fire!"

-To Be Continued-

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