Chapter Nine: I'm Glad Your Ok.

Benson had just made it home three hours ago. Without bothering to get undressed, she laid down and passed out. She had been sleeping peacefully when her cell phone started to ring. She sleepily searched for it. When she managed to find it, she grabbed it off her dresser and answered.

In the next moment she was off the phone, grabbing her keys and running out the door. She reached Belleuve Hospital in sixteen minutes. She walked in and right past the check in desk without signing in. She knew what room Hans was in. She reached room 506 in no time, and walked in. Hans was sitting up eating his breakfast and watching tv.

"I see you're awake," Benson said, leaning against wall with a small smirk playing on her lips.

Hans looked up from his plate and turned to look at her.

"Olivia, how are you?"

"I'm better now that I know your ok." Benson said seriously.

"I'm fine really, but thanks."

Benson stepped forward, pulling out a chair and sat down. "Do you remember what happen?"

"No, but Dr. Fisher said I had a seizure."

Benson nodded. "Yes, we have it on tape. I don't know what happen. One moment you were fine and the next thing you started screaming and yelling out in German."

Hans took in Benson's words for a moment. The hypnosis had allowed him to regain his memories of his imprisonment. Anything before that was still blank.

"What happen? Do you remember why you started screaming?"

Hans looked at her and thought for a moment. He really didn't want to talk about it right now. He was still rather shaken up from reliving the events.

"I remember, and I know what happen to me while I was imprisoned; but I really can't talk about it right now."

Benson nodded in agreement. "Take your time. It's ok you've just come through a shock, you don't have to rush."

Hans went back to eating his food in silence and watched the television a little bit. No one said anything for about an hour, the only noise in the room being the tv and the people passing by. Hans had finished his breakfast a while ago and was lying back against the pillows lost in thought.

The memories of his imprisonment were playing out in his mind like an old black and white movie. He couldn't believe it. The Man in White had just set him up. He hadn't escaped that prison; he had let him go just to mess with him. And had said he would see him again. It was all a game.

Benson's phone began to ring for the second time that morning.

"Benson here."

Hans watched her on her phone. The next thing he knew, she was jumping up from the chair and grabbing her stuff, getting ready to leave the room.

"Wait, where are you going?" Hans asked.

Benson turned back from the door and faced Hans.

"That was Elliot, he just told me he found the place where you were being held prisoner. Fin and Munch had staked out the place and found suspicious activity. Now they have got a warrant and they're going to storm the place."

She headed out the door, but Hans called her back.

"Wait, Olivia," Hans called. He had thrown his covers aside and made to get out of bed. "Let me come with you."

Benson blocked Hans' path and tried to push him back into bed but he wasn't having that. "Hans you're sick, you need to stay here and get some rest."

"No, I can't do that. I have to come with you. I need to see what happens, I can't sit around here. Anyway you need me, I know the layout and I can help you."

Benson stared at Hans for a moment. She looked into his eyes and could see he was pretty much pleading with her to let him come. It was a dangerous job and she didn't want him to get hurt.

"Hans.."

"Olivia, please I have to do this. Don't try and stop me…" Hans pleaded.

Benson dropped her head in defeat. She couldn't deny this to Hans. This was part of his healing process, and the fact he could help them made a good argument.

"Alright stay here, I'm going to find Doctor Fisher and explain everything to him and see if he'll release you."

Twenty minutes everything was settled. Hans had dress quickly and checked out. They were out the door and headed to the outskirts of New York City in no time.