The next day, Morty woke up to the dark room being lit up. He hadn't slept that well since he was captured. The same figure did its rounds down the aisle. It would give shots and then a bowl of food. The figure skipped the shot for Morty again then gave him the bowl of food. After the food was served, the guard walked down opening Morty's cage. He was allowed to walk out of the cage without the guard pulling him. He walked up the stairs with the guard behind him. The guard pushed Morty toward the main room where the professor was standing looking impatient.

"Professor, subject eighty two."

He wasn't smiling this time. "Eighty two, I told you I'm picky about the cleaning. I'm very very picky when it comes to cleaning." He walked up to Morty and grabbed the chain harness then dragged him to the sink. "So tell me why this sink has crumbs at the bottom!"

"I-I." It wasn't there yesterday, or maybe it was, he couldn't remember.

Morty was pushed; his ribs hit the side of the sink.

"Maybe you didn't hear me yesterday." The man turned on the water to the sink then plugged the sink with a stopper. "I like everything clean! How am I supposed to keep a lab that is supposed to be sanitized if my sink isn't spotless?" Steaming water was filling the sink. "Huh? How am I?"

"I-I don't know." Morty squeaked. "I can do better next-next time."

"Do better next time? You think you can do better?" he asked.

The hot water started to overflow onto the floor, he could feel it touching the pads of his feet.

"Let me show you what I do to those who don't listen to me." The professor grabbed the back of Morty's head and shoved his face into the water. Morty attempted to push himself out as the professor kept his head under the water. He was trying to hold his breath, but his lungs were starting to scream for air. His head was brought out of the water, Morty gasped. "What's that? You didn't learn your lesson?" The professor questioned, before Morty could talk he was pushed back into the water.

Once again, Morty was close to breathing in the hot water, he was starting to see spots when his head was brought up again. He took a deep breath and as quickly as he could he was able to say, "Sorry." It came out as a whisper as he attempted to still grasp for air. His face still burning from it being in the steaming water.

"What was that?" the professor questioned.

"I'm sorry. Ve-very sorry. It won-won't happen again." Morty quickly tried to say between breaths.

The man scowled throwing Morty to the ground as the water still fell from the edge of the sink. "Clean this fucking mess. Don't let it ever happen again." The man grabbed one of the rags with the five tools that was cleaned yesterday then left the room.

Morty stood up turning the water faucet off. He stared at the water that was still flowing slightly over the edge. Then he stuck his arm down into the water, unplugging the heat of the water was intense but his fear for his life was greater so he chose to work past the heat. Morty was sure he got some sort of burn from the hot water.

Morty was still drying the floor when he heard the professor call him, "Eighty two."

Morty stayed where he was, he was busy cleaning, and the professor could wait.

"Eighty two!" He heard again.

Morty still stayed put drying the floor. It wasn't his name. He had a name and it wasn't a number.

The guard picked Morty up with the chain harness so his feet weren't touching the floor. "When the professor calls you, run to him." Then Morty was set on his feet.

"O-okay." Morty walked down the hall. He found the professor standing at a sink, washing his hands. Morty looked up at the sign on the door it read, 'Exam 3.'

"Come on in." The professor said drying his hands with a paper towel.

Morty walked in to see blood dripping from the table onto the floor. Dirty utensils were displayed on the counter.

"Clean this mess in twenty minutes. Make sure it's ready for the next subject. Don't let it be a sink incident."

Morty nodded and walked to get the cleaners from the other room. He started to clean the table then the counters. Morty was on his hands and knees cleaning the floor when the professor walked in. He peered at the silver table. Morty sat up on his knees, he looked up at the man who was staring at his reflection.

"Nicely done eighty two! You redeemed yourself. There may be hope for you yet."

"uhm…thanks, I guess." Morty said. He was used to the back handed comments from Rick but it was odd when those comments came from a stranger.

"From now on, you need to keep an eye on the rooms when you see the room open, go in and make sure it's clean. Leave no room untidy." The professor said. "Do a good enough job and you can eat some of the lunch the others make."

"O-okay." Morty suddenly felt a foot to his side making him fall to the ground. He looked up at the man as he held his side.

"You say thank you when I give you something!" the man yelled. "Now when I say, do a good enough job and you can eat, what are you going to say?"

"Th-thank yo-you." Morty said holding his side.

The professor smiled, "You're welcome." Then he walked out of the room.

XXXXX

He waited to watch for a way out, but never saw one. Typically by now, he would see a small crack in their defense, but this new prison appeared to have everything possible. He was going to be later than he thought. He knew he would get out eventually; he just had to wait for the right time. The worse part wasn't the waiting, it was the feeling of being sober. The withdrawals were nothing to laugh at.

His block was suddenly brought forward and set on the ground. Ten gromflomite guards surrounded it as they loosened his shackles. Rick fell to the ground, his muscles weak from being stuck in the same position for nearly three weeks. They swiftly handcuffed him then forced him forward as all the guards surrounded him. Rick looked around as he was forced down the hall. This was the first time he had a chance to come up with a plan of escape.

Rick was taken to a holding cell. There was no doubt in Rick's mind that he was being prepared for torture. Normally, they had tools displayed across the table showing him what they were planning. This time, there was nothing. He was sat down in the chair, his legs handcuffed to the legs of the chair. His arms then released so he could move them freely. He was surprised; they had never allowed his arms freedom. Rick was looking around, making sure there was no way he could escape here. All ten gromflomites stood around the room, holding their guns. When he realized the chance of escaping at this time wasn't doable, he went back to looking down. He had to play good for a few weeks to a few months. When they start to trust him, then he'd make his escape.

Rick was staring at his feet just waiting.

Finally, the door opened as someone walked in. Rick could feel eyes on him as he still stared at his feet.

"Good evening Mr. Sanchez, it's been awhile." A female voice said. He could tell from her voice, it was Agent Corkander...or Cockander as he loved to call her. Her voice sent his blood boiling. "No fighting? No screaming? No cussing?"

Rick wouldn't let her know he was angry so he just let out a breath of air.

"I've had your case for so many years. I've followed you around, watched your every move. You don't give up easily. You're a fighter. I know you're planning something right now. You're a planner, you always have something in your mind that many others would never think of. Right now, your trying to play off like you've given up until we decide you are no longer a threat. That's when you will make your move. Am I right?"

A loud thud was heard on the table. He still didn't just stared at his cuffed feet.

Then a chair was pushed out, he assumed she sat down across from him. He knew this as a typical interrogation strategy. Be your friend. Get close to you. Pretend like they know you. It was something they had done to him the first time they caught him. Since then, the tortures were normally physical. On occasion they would throw in a mental strategy.

"You miss him don't you?"

Rick just stared down. He kept telling himself that she was trying to get him to talk. He wouldn't let her get into his head.

"If only there was a way for you to get out of here."

He was not going to talk.

"Tell me Mr. Sanchez, what if I told you I know where Morty is?"

Rick suddenly looked up before he could stop himself.

"I knew that would get your attention." The woman smiled, leaning back in her chair. She crossed her arms waiting for him to speak. After a few minutes when Rick said nothing, she opened the folder pulling out a picture. She pushed it in front of him. It was a grainy picture of Morty strapped to a table. A gag in his mouth as he looked at the camera confused. Then another picture of Morty sitting in a cage was slid over. He was naked save a chain harness. He was staring at the camera with a solemn look on his face. A bowl in his hands that was conveniently placed to cover his lower end while whoever took the picture.

Rick stared at it.

The woman pushed another picture in front of him. Morty was cleaning in a lab room, his back to the camera.

"Where'd you get these?" Rick asked. He picked one up staring at it. It was definitely Morty. There was no doubt about it.

"Now you want to talk?" the woman smiled.

Rick jumped up slamming his hand onto the table, "WHERE'D you get THESE?"

The gromflomites all held up their guns, ready to shoot.

The woman waved them away. "It's alright." Most of them set their guns to their side once again.

"We have been following a man around for awhile now." She passed another picture in front. It was of a man in a lab coat. It was a man that Rick knew immediately. "He goes by the name of Professor. We can't get his original name. He prides himself at being a genetics researcher. He's working hard to find a pill so any two species can mate and be able to make a child. He's willing to go to any length to get it. Many places that were originally giving him grants to get this pill have taken back their grants after he's killed many of his subjects. He's ruthless and doesn't care if his subject dies."

Rick watched as another picture was brought out of the man.

"Nothing will stop him from getting what he wants. If he finds out that someone is working for us, he kills them immediately. He's killed ten of our informants so far."

"Why should I care?"

"I think we can work out a deal."

"What kind of deal?" Rick asked.

"We can't find him. When he has someone work for him, he drugs them and they wake up there. It's getting harder to get our informant there without him checking them over. We want to go another route. We want someone who's already known among the industry to sell him illegal items that he needs. We want someone to gain his trust by selling him items and see if he can tell you where his lab is."

"Why ask someone who's on your most wanted list to get this guy?" Rick asked skeptically.

"You kill when you have to. You are only on our list because you won't follow laws. This man, he will kill anyone, anywhere. He will go to any length to figure out this pill."

Rick stared back at the picture of Morty. "No, I don't follow orders."

"If you say no now your grandson will die by this man's hands."

"You should have thought about that when you saw him in that ship! You coulda brought him too."

"I know you care about your grandson."

"I only care about one person."

"Then why do you bring him everywhere you go? Do you really think we didn't know where you where? Did you think that we were dumb enough to not have cameras in your daughter's house before you were even in the picture?"

"Earth isn't on the federal jurisdiction. You had no reason to go near her!" Rick found himself raising his voice.

"We did it and we found you, just like we figured we would. So are you willing to help us?"

Rick looked away.

The woman slammed her hand on the table screaming, "You will be locked in jail forever! You will NEVER be able to help him if you aren't out of jail! Are you really willing to let him die?"

"He knew what he was getting into when he chose to go on adventures with me!" Rick yelled back. "He knew the cost!"

"Did you really talk to him about the cost? Did you really talk to him about the chance of him losing his life? Did he know you were one of the most wanted fugitives? Because I have video proof that shows you stumbling into his room drunk off your ass at one in the morning, telling him you have something to show him before showing him space for the first time. Quite honestly if I had a son, I would never trust you with him. Go ahead and wake someone up at one in the morning and tell them you have something to show them. See what happens."

Rick glared at the woman.

"So I bring you to another question, are you really willing to let a family member die?"

"I've done worse things."

"In exchange for helping us, we will relieve all problems you have ever caused us. You will walk a free man with Morty IF you help us."

"If you think you know me, then you would know I don't care about anyone but myself."

"You have five more seconds to make a choice for your freedom."

Five seconds went by in silence.

The woman stood up, the chair screeching against the floor, "Very well. I will have someone escort you to your cell then." She set her hand on the door when Rick finally spoke up.

"His lab moves."

The woman stopped and turned around.

"I helped him twenty years ago. The pill was originally my idea. We worked together for this pill. Then he wanted to further our research before it was ready. I…I wasn't interested anymore so I wanted to leave. At first he was belligerent; he didn't want others outside of the group knowing of this research. Eventually he asked me for one more favor, to make an algorithm that will move his lab from place to place. He said he'd pay me to make the algorithm."

"Then you can bring us there." The woman said excitement slipping in her voice.

Rick shook his head, "He never paid. When I went to find him he, I found out he changed the algorithm. I never found him for that last payment."

"You can help us then. You know him. He will trust you. He goes underground to buy his items now. We can have you talk to him underground."

"And he stays away from me because he owes me money!" Rick yelled. "How am I supposed to find someone who's avoiding me?"

"Then gain his trust BACK!"

"How? You expect me to just call him and say everything is fine and I forgive him for not paying me back? He knows I don't work that way."

The woman smiled.

"No! He owed me money. It's the principle of the thing!"

"Which is worth more? Principles or your grandson's life. He's already losing weight. The informant says he's lost fifteen pounds already and between you and me, he didn't look like he could afford to lose fifteen pounds."

"Fine! Let me know what you need. But I want a legal contract saying we both walk away from this no charges, no problems, nothing."

"I can do it."

"One more thing to the list."

"Go on."

"Morty and anyone who's ever related to me all get free medical at the best hospital any universe can offer for the rest of their lives. All medical will be paid for by the galactic federation! And I'm not talking just one or two generations. I'm talking hundreds of generations from now."

The woman smiled, "You know how to bargain, that's for sure. It's a deal."

He lifted his hand up shaking her hand.

"Finding him will be easy, I have a tracker on Morty, I'll just turn it on and it will lead us straight to him."

"You can't turn that on, if you do, he will kill him immediately." Corkander said. "He has a way of tracking if anything that uses GPA is in his lab. We have tried that."

"Okay, so you have a mole in there right now. That's how you got these pictures correct?" Rick asked.

"Yes. It's a Class B Shifter. It's portraying a human female."

"Hm." Rick said, "So you guys must be pretty pathetic if you asked for help first from a shifter then from a prisoner."

"We really need the professor to be away. He's killed too many."

A large document was thrown onto the table in front of Rick.

"That was quick." Rick said thumbing through it.

"Read it well and sign. Then we need to get you out of here and we have to make it look good. Tell me Sanchez, are you good at acting?"

"I've dabbled in it."

"Well, you better get good real fast because we have to make everyone who watches the news believe that you escaped us and are on the run again."

Rick glared up at her, "Don't tell me how to escape."

A clear bag was thrown on the table. It was all of his stuff he was wearing when he was arrested. "Once you sign the contract, you will have a head start. Just don't kill anyone. I'll find you when we need you for the next step."

It took Rick a second to register what was happening before she walked out with all the gromflomites save one and the door ajar. He continued to read through the contract to ensure the federation didn't try anything.

Once he was done and it was signed, the one gromflomite stepped up to him uncuffing his legs from the chair. Rick went into action shoving the gromflomite back and grabbing his bag. He ran out the room as sirens started to blare.

He always loved the rush of escaping!

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