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"Keys." Her voice surprised them both, the room having fallen silent an hour ago.
"You should know by now you're not getting them." He scoffed out the words as he lazily shifted to face her. He had long ago slid to the floor, his back against the door from which she had charged nearly two hours ago.
"Shut up." Finally some control. She still clutched the knife, though her hands had gone from white-knuckle to loose and tired. Letting her eyes flow around the room she couldn't keep the gorgeous blue orbs from the sleek door of the buzzing refrigerator.
"There's food in it." his voice sent her head whipping back towards her, a spell of sudden dizziness sending her upper body wobbling, and her stomach growling. Slowly she turned back, leaning towards the fridge. With a controlled movement she flicked the door open to be met with stocked rows of food and leftovers. Her stomach immediately threw a fit of gurgles and growls into the air.
"Go ahead." His voice was strong and calm, and bugged the hell out of her. Flying from her chair onto stock still locked legs she held the knife in his direction.
"I said shut the hell up." She took a step closer to him, empty hand still on the fridge door as he knees began to twitch.
"Alright, alright." His hands went into the air as a means of displaying surrender. Moving back hesitantly she reach into the chilly device, finding several packages of sandwich making foods, and an old Chinese carton of stale white rice. Opening a package of ham she sniffed it suspiciously, eyes locked on him.
Judging it to be fine, she quickly assembled a sandwich, dirty fingers rushing to get the food to her mouth. Rice and crumbs spilled over the bare table as suddenly lost interest in everything but the food.
"I wouldn't eat that fast…" she eyed him angrily, the knife turning over menacingly in her free hand. Immediately he shut his mouth as she unabashedly shoved food into her own. She knew somewhere in the back of her mind that she really shouldn't eat this fast, but she couldn't help herself; she hadn't eaten in so long.
In her urgency the knife had slowly been abandoned on the table she the sandwich disappeared and she reached again for the container of rice, tiny flecks of white falling to the hard surface. When the tub had come to her lips, her fingers sticky, she suddenly froze, a sickening rumble starting in the pit of her stomach. Jumping up as fast as her injured leg would allow, she bolted to the sink and hurled, the sandwich and tiny bit of rice coming back up.
"Told you…" she could hear the smile in his voice as she wiped her mouth with her naked arm. Turning back, her fingers curled tightly around the knife's handle once more, dry heaves racking her body as she sat back down.
Thirty minutes later and the tourniquet she had fashioned out of the green shirt had sent her leg numb, her fingertips and neck tingling. Her eyes and body were exhausted, her lids growing heavy, her head bobbing. To his advantage her captor had gone quiet, letting her slip into her own thoughts, hoping what was happening now would happen. Slowly he watched as for a final time her head drooped and stayed drooped, knowing her body and mind must be spent from the blood loss and fatigue. Standing up, he stared at her limp form, the knife clattering to the floor with a metallic clunk.
Reaching for it, he waited for her to twitch, to prepare to attack, but there was no movement, just steady breathing. Lightly tapping her frail shoulder he waited again for movement, but again nothing but breathing. Gently, he moved to wrap an arm around her, lifting her weightless form easily. Dumb bitch tried, but he wasn't done with her or Cal Lightman Yet.
A/n: I am soooo sorry! I've been extremely busy at school- taking 20 credits this semester. I hope you enjoyed and I hope to upload another chapter soon
