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They quietly crawled through the shaft with Zack muttering directions to Amy at every pass. Finally after twenty minutes, they came to a dead end, which ironically was situated in the cleaning supply room which held the body of the young girl that they had discovered.
"What do we do now?" Amy whispered to Zack, forcing her body to sit up in the tight space.
"We wait to see if that man comes back."
"That's it?" Amy asked in disbelief, "That is your brilliant, ingenious plan?"
"Do you have a better one?"
Amy shrugged as much as she could in the confined space and looked over at Zack.
"I didn't think so." He stated clearly amused. He turned his sights back on watching the dark room below them, hoping that the man they were looking for would show up.
"Zack, I should talk to you."
"What about?" he said turning his full attentions back on her.
"About me. I want to tell you why I am here." He took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze which led her to continue speaking, "When I was fifteen, I was kidnapped from my home in Virginia. I spent that next year locked in a cage by a man named Mitchell Deering. He would… well," she looked away from him for a moment, catching her breath and trying to calm her nerves back down. Zack moved next to her and put his arms around her.
"It's okay, Amy." He whispered, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"No, Zack. I want to tell you." She cleared her throat and began again, "He raped me everyday, and after a few weeks he began telling me that he loved me. After a while, he didn't seem so bad." Her bottom lip pouted and her tears began to stream down her face despite her best attempts to wipe them from her face, "After a while, I started to believe him. When he came downstairs to have sex with me, I didn't mind it as much as I had used to." She wiped her tears again and took a breath, regaining some control over her emotions, "After a year he let me out of the cage, but I didn't know where else to go, so I stayed with him and I lived there with him. I slept in the same bed with him and told him I loved him every night. I didn't know what I was doing, I could barely remember who I was before I was taken much less who my parents were or where we were from. One day, he brought home another girl; she looked to be about 15 years old, the age I was when he brought me home. I felt like he had betrayed me. When I confronted him about it, he said that I had gotten too old for him and that I should probably think about going elsewhere. I snapped. I picked up the nearest thing and well… he's gone now. God, when I got here, I just hated myself so much. For killing the man I thought I was in love with, for being so weak."
"Amy, I had no idea." Zack said pulling her in tighter. He placed a kiss on her forehead and let her rest her head on his chest taking in the scent of her hair.
"That should explain why I couldn't judge you for killing someone, because, I have done it too, Zack."
"You had Stockholm Syndrome, Amy. It was beyond your control." He said quietly.
"Zack, killing is killing. Motives don't change that. Motives only effect whether or not you are evil for doing so. Some people murder for sport, others out of revenge, and some, people like you and me, have killed because we were broken by society. We are not evil people Zack; the world just ran out of super glue."
They sat for a moment, and then began to giggle at her comment, soon growing into an incessant laugh. He couldn't help himself anymore. Now that he knew Amy, and watching her laugh stuck in that compact space that they shared, he couldn't betray himself any longer. As his laughter began to die down, he reached up and brushed a stray piece of hair out of her face and let his fingers run down the length of her cheek. She stopped laughing but remained smiling as she realized what was happening. Zack, noting to himself to thank Agent Booth for the 'moves', slowly leaned into her.