Greg went through Addie's file back at the lab and found the name of the man who assaulted her. Ryan Fredik, convicted to the Nevada State Hospital for the Criminally Insane after assaulting girlfriend Addison Jules 15 years ago. Showed classic symptoms of psychopathic personality disorder; reckless disregard for safety of self or others, irresponsibility, pathological narcissism, lack of empathy, lack of remorse, aggressive and violent tendencies, and many others. He was now on high alert due to his escape from the mental institution. Greg had never been so scared, he had never even met this guy and he was by far the scariest person in Greg's life, even scarier than the gang that beat him up, or the man that buried Nick alive. Catherine entered the room and saw Greg staring at the computer.
"Greg, is everything ok?"
"I found more information on who I believe the guy that assaulted Addie." Catherine moved closer to the screen and read all the gory details about the attacker.
"He assaulted Addie 15 years ago? What did he do?" Greg swallowed before answering,
"He raped her on her 16th birthday and then he found out she was pregnant as a result and beat her with a lead pipe and killed the baby."
Catherine looked absolutely disgusted, "God, that poor girl." Greg nodded and remembered something alarming.
"Shit, I've gotta go."
"Greg, what is it?"
"Inform Brass and the other guys, Addie's going home today, I'll bet you anything he's after her again."
"Greg, don't do this alone. Let me go with you." She didn't want Greg or Addie dealing with someone that psychotic, he needed to be handled by someone with experience.
"Cath, I'll be fine, just get the cops there immediately." Greg ran out the door, Catherine sighed angrily and radioed Brass. Greg raced to Addison's house as fast as he possible could. Little did he know that Addie was arriving home just as he started driving.
She was so tired she didn't even notice the man hiding in the corner, the same man she had nightmares about for 15 years. He lunged at Addie as she entered her bedroom; Addie barely had time to scream before she felt a hand cover her mouth and a knife to her neck.
"Say anything, and I'll fucking kill you." He whispered demonically into her ear. Addie choked back the sobs threatening to escape. She sat there for what felt like hours, she felt the blade of the knife slowly piercing her skin. Suddenly, she heard a loud banging and Greg screaming on the other side of her door,
"Addie, Addie, are you all right?! Addie, answer me!" Without any warning, Addie took her elbow and slammed it violently into the intruders' ribs; he fell back and grunted in surprise. After he was down, she slammed her leg hard into the groin area. He shouted in protest as she ran to the door and unlocked it. Greg immediately ran toward her and pulled her into his arms.
"Addie, oh Addie, you're all right." Greg saw the man advancing slowly on Addie and he charged. He slammed the man as hard as he could into the TV stand. Blood immediately gushed out from the wound in his head but Greg wasn't expecting the force that came next, with one swift move, Ryan grabbed Greg and slammed him into the wall. Greg saw his vision go fuzzy but continued the fight, he attempted to slam Ryan into the wall but without warning, he felt his right shoulder explode with pain. He screamed and looked down at his shoulder in horror; he found the brown hilt of a knife sticking out and blood slowly trickling down. He immediately lost all feeling in his arm, he attempted to move it but it remained limp at his side. Ryan took full advantage of his opponents weakness, he violently slammed Greg's arm on the floor. Before Greg had a chance to scream, Ryan placed both hands around Greg's throat and applied pressure. Greg attempted to fight but could quickly feel the strength leaving his body.
He didn't hear Addie screaming for him in her bedroom, he didn't hear her check her gun, or hear her return to the room where he was slowly dying. He did hear the shot the reverberated off the walls and felt the stronger man jump off him and scream in surprise. Greg inhaled a greedy amount of oxygen. Ryan grabbed the fresh wound developing in his leg, and advanced toward Addie.
"Bad idea, bitch." He snarled as he moved closer, Addie shot four more rounds and they landed straight into his chest. He fell back and stared at her one last time before he exhaled his last breath. Addie stood frozen in fear and horror, with the gun aimed at the air. Greg attempted to get up and groaned in pain. Addie broke out of her coma and ran toward him, kneeling down next to him on the floor.
"Oh god, Greg, are you ok? Shit, of course you're not ok. This is all my fault, I'm so sorry Greg." She burst into uncontrollable, gut-wrenching sobs. Greg raised his left arm and touched her face gently.
"Hey, this is not your fault. If you want to blame anyone, blame that guy who's lying on your floor. He can't hurt you anymore, it'll be ok. Come here," he motioned for Addie to lie next to him. Addie moved to his left side and gently placed her head on his chest. He rubbed her hair, with a bit of effort lifted his head, and kissed her forehead. "What about you, are you ok?" he asked.
"I don't know, I don't know, I think I'm ok but my mind is so messed up right now." She said as silent tears fell down her cheeks.
"We'll get through this, we'll be fine." After a few minutes, they heard police chatter and feet clattering into the room.
"Greg, Addie?" They heard a familiar voice ask. Addie lifted her head to look at Brass. His face portrayed absolute shock as he stared at the scene before him.
"Get a bus here," He told one of his officer as he stared at Greg bloody shoulder,
"Now!" he emphasized as the young man scrambled with his radio. He knelt down beside Greg,
"You ok, kid?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Don't worry; we're getting the medics in here now. What the hell happened in here?"
"That's a bit of a long story." Addie said before telling Brass the long events that had just unfolded.
