Discloser: I own none of the Without a Trace Characters. I only own Elizabeth Malone, and if she turns out to be an actual person, then I really wouldn't own her either.

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A/N: Okay, thanks for the reviews pealee, Hotchner, and Alicat Sanders. Reviews are to an author what water is to a dehydrated man in a desert.

A/N: I have no more ideas for either of my stories! Somebody want to give me some ideas? Maybe even write a chapter? I'll give you full credit for the idea! BTW: this chapter is probably still horrible. My muse has been seriously neglecting me lately. Whew, two chapters in one day! I'm doing alright, guys. I'm not really sore from my operation anymore, and I'm back to writing. Hope you all like the chapter!

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When I wake up, I'm laying on a sofa with one of the biggest headaches of my life. As I look at my surroundings, I see that I'm still in the living room of Tanvier's house. I reach down to my pocket to call somebody but feel that my cell phone is gone. Sitting up, I glance around the room for it, and here someone's clapping from the other room getting closer and closer.

"Congrats, Agent Malone. You found me."

My mind registers the voice as that of Simon Tanvier, the one person that the entire unit is after right now.

"Simon Tanvier,"
"and I see that you deciphered the anagram, Good job. I'm glad to see that you have made it this far, and in good health."
"Good health? I don't know if I could call this good health, but I'm still alive, thanks for asking."

I say, sarcastically, as I try to shake the pain in my head, but I end up making it worse.

"Don't worry about that dull throbbing, it'll go away in a little bit, I didn't hit you that hard."
"So that was you that left the note."
"Yes, I figured I'd give you a little reward for making it up here in one piece, and you didn't bring any backup. Smart girl and I knew you'd try calling someone once you regained consciousness, so I took your phone."
"I've noticed. What do you plan on keeping me here for?"
"All good things to those who wait. Right now, though, I will need you to be quiet for me, so be a good girl and don't make any noise."

I go to protest, but before I can make a sound, he secures my gag, making sure that I won't make a noise. Right now, I have no idea what's going to happen, but the effect of the adrenaline outweighs that of my fear. I hear the door open and close, then hear people announce themselves.

"It's Agent Malone and Agent Fitzgerald of the F.B.I. If there's anyone in the house, you need to show yourselves right now!"

I hear my dad's voice, and just like when I was a kid, a wave a relief washes over me; I know that dad would never let anything happen to me.

"In here, Agents Malone, Fitzgerald."

I hear Tanvier's voice behind me, then feel something cold being pushed against the side of my head. Footsteps get closer and closer, until I hear the flip of a light switch, and light floods the room. I see martin's eyes graze over to mine, and I nod my head a little bit, letting him know that I was okay, but knowing that this was going to be very tough to explain later.

"Tanvier,"
"Jack, Martin, so glad you could join us today. How are we both doing?"
"Cut the crap, let her go, and turn yourself into us."
"Now what's the fun in that? I'm like a child on Christmas, it's always more fun to play with the new toys first. I think I'm going to like this one."

I feel one of his hands trace along my left cheek, and shiver, knowing exactly what he plans on.

"Leave her out of this, your problem is with me. I'm the one who was supervising the case."
"Mr. Malone that's very honorable of you, but I've worked very hard to get her here, and I'm not quite done with her yet. Let's get down to business, gentlemen. As we all remember, you three were the main characters that killed my brother, and I, like any other human being, want revenge. I intend on starting right here, making both of you watch."

I feel the object be pushed further into my head, and it's then that I realize that the object is a gun, and Tanvier has every intention of using it on me, and possibly my father and fiancé'. I hear him cock the gun back, ready to fire. Knowing what's coming next, I close my eyes tight, hoping that my death will be quick and pain free.

"Say goodbye to dear little Elizabeth, boys."

Before anything can go on, I hear gunfire spill across the room, then hear a body hit the floor.