Hello fellow readers! We're coming up to the end! I hope you guys have enjoyed this story and I would love to hear your thoughts on what we've done so far. We've decided on 2-3 more chapters following this. And then stay tuned! We'll be co-writing another fic together, unrelated to this one.

"Brandon?" JJ called out as she opened her eyes. Oh god, she thought. The pain in her head was excruciating. She had to blink several times to keep her eyes open.

"You're awake," said the young doctor on her left. He gave her a friendly smile. "You've suffered a concussion. Definite need of rest."

It took a few minutes but JJ managed to figure out where she was. Still in the hospital. She was in a hospital bed attached to an IV. What had happened? Who had hit her? This was all so overwhelming. He was tied up. He's still alive but he needs me! Quickly she began sitting up and trying to search around for her clothes. She was in pain everywhere. "Clothes," she muttered.

"Sit back down," demanded the doctor staring at her with concern. "You have a pretty bad concussion. You should absolutely not be moving around. Not to mention the obvious damage you've done to your leg."

"There were traps!" JJ exclaimed. "Someone set me up to get hurt!"

The Doctor shook his head. "We found you out in the parking lot, I can assure you there were no traps."

"But,"

"No buts. Dr. Witherell will be in to see you shortly."

JJ froze, that was the psychiatrist. Her mind was screaming but she nodded. She had to act calm so he would leave. Which would give her the time to get away and find Brandon.

"Rest now," the doctor said as he walked out.

JJ briefly wondered what his name was before snapping to action. She was just about to get out of bed when that man walked in. The one from the coffee house. Doug?

"Hey there," he smiled at her holding out the flowers he'd bought.

"They're beautiful," JJ said forcing a smile. It was kind of him but she really needed to get out of there.

"I thought you might like them," he said with a shrug. "Your favorite flower is lilies, right?" He continued to smile at her.

That caused JJ to freeze; she focused her gaze on him. "How do you know that?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Brandon told me," he said casually as if it was no big deal.

"Brandon told you? What? How?" JJ demanded her voice breaking up and bordering on hysteria. "Do you know him?" Or are you involved, she thought quietly to herself.

"Shh," he said soothingly while he looked around carefully before pulling out his phone to show JJ a picture. It was Brandon, bound like he'd been in the basement. There was blood on his head.

"How did you get that? What is going on?" she cried out. Her entire body trembled in hysterics and she fought back frustrated sobs. This couldn't be happening, not to her. Nor to Brandon.

"Really, if you don't calm down, he won't live much longer." The old man rolled his eyes as if it was no big deal.

Forcing herself to take a few deep breaths, JJ turned to him. "What do you want?"

This man, this innocent looking old man knew about Brandon. It could only mean he was involved. How had she not seen it?

"One million dollars," he said as if challenging her to deny she had the money.

"How am I supposed to do that, go to a bank?"

"Oh no, we're not risking you leaving this building. Email transfer, I know you've done it before. It is after all, how you got the money. And I don't have to tell you if you tell anyone, he's dead. Not that they'd believe you anyways." He handed her a note, it appeared to have account information on it. "This is where the money is going."

She flushed red with anger. She'd received the money because her father had passed away. "Just where am I going to get a computer?"

"Figure it out, you have one hour to get back down to the basement," Doug informed her while he stood up and walked out of the room. Before he left, he turned back to her and said "oh, and hope you like the flowers."

JJ felt her eyes fill up with tears. How had this happened? How did anyone know she came into the money? She fought the urge to sob. She was unable to find her clothes and had to go searching in the hospital gown.

Getting by the desk was tricky. Luckily for her, the secretary left to fill her coffee. Her heart hammered in her chest the entire time, the nerves threatening to stop her from completing her task. A part of her wanted to use the computer the secretary had left, but it was in the wide open. Doctors were constantly walking by and she would be back soon. She needed something private... Then it hit her. The psychiatrist. He'd had a computer. He was coming to see her; she'd just wait for him to leave.

It took her longer than she'd have liked to get there. She kept having to try and dodge cameras and people. Her anxiety increased the longer it took. She had so long to get there. The second she saw the door, despite the need to be quiet and careful she ran towards it. It didn't take long to see the door was locked. A frustrated growl escaped her lips.

Think, JJ, think. The window. Where she'd escaped.

Luckily, she made it there without incident and very luckily, she was able to get in. Her luck was still going strong when she got to the computer and he was still logged on. She didn't need a password.

Her heart pounded in her ears as she listened for approaching steps. If she was discovered... Having broken in somewhere... There was no hope left for her.

Her fingers trembled so much she had a hard time typing. The keys clicked nosily while she typed. She tried to type slower but it didn't make a difference. In the quiet, empty room... They boomed.

A few times she'd heard footsteps and had frozen up, prepared to run. But they appeared to go passed the office. Her eyes kept trailing to the time; she only had fifteen minutes left. It shouldn't be so complicated to transfer money. At last, she was done. Inhale, exhale.

"Brandon," she whispered not wasting her time to get out of there. She had to find him. She had to get there.