"Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured."

Mark Twain

Maeve wakes up in a large dark room, no one in sight, her head hurts, she can fell that there is blood dripping from her forehead but she can't do anything to clean it with her hands tied up on that wooden chair.

She wonders how long it will take until anyone notices that she is gone. What makes her even more nervous is that the one to realize it will most likely be Spencer. He would probably call her sometime, or worse visit her and see that she is gone.

She hopes that whatever this woman does to her, that it will be quick, not for her sake, but for his. He had suffered so much already, and she doesn't want to be another name on that list.

She knows that one he knows she is missing; he will go looking for her. She only prays that he can get in time.

"Well, well, well." A cold voice says, entering the room. "Looks like sleeping beauty woke up."

"Who are you?" Maeve asks anger in her voice.

"DON'T YOU KNOW ME?" The woman yelled at her, coming closer, gun in her hand.

Maeve tried to focus on remembering but as much as she tried she couldn't, so deciding to be brave, she asks for her name.

"You think you're so smart, don't you?" she asks "You can't remember huh? Bet you don't even remember my project research?" She laughs in superiority.

One thing Maeve did as a project analyzer at Mendel university was read works and identify flaws in them. She had read so many works, that couldn't remember her. But for this woman to be so angry, it had to be a work she and the rest of the committee rejected.

She attempts to remember which one may have belonged to this dark haired and angry woman but there are too many possibilities.

"My work is brilliant!" She continued, in a fit of madness. Maeve was scared now, knowing that the best she could do was play along her madness.

"I know that it must have been, and I am sorry." Maeve started "but I was never the only voter in the committee, I never had a voice there."

"I, Diane Turner, a brilliant, a prodigy, didn't get accepted but all your works did." She began, finally giving Maeve a name. Now she remembered vaguely a project about cells dying before a person committed suicide spontaneously. It had many flaws and was completely biased; therefore no one would ever accept it for a PhD. "You were all wrong! I am a genius!"

"Maybe." Maeve says, going perhaps too far "But the sample was biased, it was against the law, there was nothing we could do."

"But that's not all. They gave you a PhD, and not me." She continued, angrily. "I want what you have. You have a perfect life."

"Well, I am sorry." Maeve replies as Diane walks towards her, untying her from her chair. Maeve wonders why she is doing that. She knows that this woman will not let her go easily, and as she leads Maeve to the roof, she can see why.

The railing is low, and Diane pushes Maeve to it, gun aimed at her.

"Can't you feel it? You're slowly dying." She says, quoting her work. "Jump. Now."

"You want to kill me? Then do it." Maeve replies, looking her in the eye and gathering up all her courage. "But I'm not going to jump."

The last thing she sees after Diane hits her head with the back of the gun is pitch black.


Spencer is worried about Maeve. He was always worried about her, only that now, he sadly has a reason to. He called her and for the first time in ten months, she didn't answer. No one did.

That's why he is doing this, driving as fast as he can to the address of her house. He did not told anyone yet -holding on the chance that her phone has simply broken or ran out of battery or that she decided to take a walk.

But that is not what he sees as he arrives there. His first sign that something is wrong is the open door of her small house.

By his much conversation with her, he knew that safety is a big deal for her. Then why would she leave her door wide open like this?He thinks as he walks in and gasps at the sight in front of him.

There's signal of fight -much like the crime scenes he had come to see in the past ten years- and some blood on the floor. He can also see a knife, dirty with blood and a syringe, he can't see what could be the content of it but he imagines it could be some sort of drug that would make Maeve easy to control, whoever this person is, he knows Maeve would be able to fight her way out. She would not let herself being taken easily.

He tries to imagine what else could have happened, but his mind can't really focus on anything, other than the fact that she is hurt, and scared and most likely being held hostage right now.

He remember when he was taken hostage himself, and of how scared and alone he was at that moment. Thinking that no help would ever come.

He needs help.

He knows that he told her, he wouldn't get his team on this, but it's an emergency.

He immediately calls Alex, for she is the only one who knows about Maeve. That way it will be easier to explain it to everyone.

"A-Alex?" He asks, he can barely focus right now, and he doesn't think he will be able to help Maeve like this. He looks just like all these people whose loved ones had been kidnapped that he sees every month. He can't think of anything other than the worst.

Spencer can only hope that his beloved Maeve doesn't end up dead like on most cases he sees.

He doesn't think he will be able to live if she dies. He can't let her die. He won't let her. die.

And I got to that sad part we all hate of 'zugzwang' but have no fear lovelies, the angsty and sadness won't last forever. *hides with fear in a corner*