A/N: I'm so sorry for the overdue update, but I hope this is worth it. Thank you to all for the encouragement to continue! I'm so glad you like the story.

Disclaimer: Very dark. Deaths and torture.

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Part 2

"Sharon?" Andy asked as he gently tapped on the door. There was light flowing from beneath her doorway. "Sharon, did you get a hold or Provenza earlier?" Andy waited patiently for a response.

"Captain?" He tried again, this time grasping the door handle. Slowly, he opened the master bedroom's door. Sharon's side lamp was still on and the bed was turned down.

"Sharon?" The door to the bathroom was closed and Andy could faintly hear a faucet running. His socked feet slid across the carpeted floor with ease. "Are you in there?" Andy asked as his knuckle rapped against the wood.

Andy glanced around the room for any sign that Sharon could be elsewhere. The drapes by the bay windows fluttered.

Something cool touched his foot. Andy looked down, moving his foot away from whatever was near.

Water had dampened the carpet by the door, seeping in his sock. Quickly, Andy opened the door.

Ice cold water seeped by him. Both faucets on the counter were running and the bathtub. Rushing to the sink, Andy turned them both off.

"Sharon!" Andy said in a slight panic as he observed the mess in the bathroom. There was something in the bathtub; sunk and unmoving. He kneeled in the ankle deep bathroom flood, his arm going quickly into the murky bath water.

He almost breathed a sigh of relief when his hands brushed shaggy, wet fur and not flesh. Almost.

Cautiously, Andy pulled Justice from the water. The dog was cold and still. He pulled a clean bath towel from the shelf and covered Justice. With extreme care, Andy carried her into Sharon's bedroom, placing Justice gently on a chair. He stroked the towel once before stepping away from her.

His eyes scanned the room thoroughly; the fluttering drapes catching his view. Andy's hand went instinctively to his hip, searching of his holstered weapon in vain. He turned to look down the hall to the monitor room where his gun would be resting, but decided time was of the essence. He rolled his shoulders as he crossed the room.

With a skilled and practiced move, he pulled back the drapes. All they revealed was an open window looking out across the expanse of the backyard. He took a step back. No Sharon.

Andy made a dash for the monitor room. The screens didn't seem to show any activity in the house across the street. Williams was either asleep or not home. Andy hoped for the former.

For Sharon's sake.

He made quick work of retrieving their burner and phoning Provenza.

The old man picked up in one ring.

"Sharon's gone," Andy breathed out, reality starting to catch up with him. There was only so much uncertainty and repressed emotion that even he could handle.

"Gone where?" Provenza grunted. His fingers snapping to get the attention of the team.

"I don't know. She's not here. She would have told me if she was going out." Provenza nodded.

"Mike get on the phone with the feds. Andy— don't touch anything, but search the house." The line went dead before Andy could protest.

His heart was pounding— from adrenaline, fear, blood pressure— as he made quick and thorough work of looking through the house for Sharon. There was no sign of her anywhere in the house.

Returning back to the foyer, Andy's had gripped around the storm door handle with ever intention to charge across the street and in Williams' house to find Sharon.

— — —

"Attempting again," Tao announced as he fingers pressed on the call button for the Feds.

"They are probably gone already, Sir," Amy said. Julio grimaced slightly.

"Nothing," Tao said once the phone went to voicemail for the second time.

"Try again," Provenza gritted out as he rubbed his hand over his forehead before turning back to his call with the Chief.

— — —

Andy took a deep breath and released the doorknob as if it had burned him. Images of the dead, naked girls Logan Williams had brutalized flew through his head. He saw Sharon's face on all of them.

Andy staggered back from door as he tried to control his breathing. God, he craved a drink. And Sharon.

He needed to get out of the house before he tore it apart looking for her. Going out through the front door could easily alert Williams and speed up the end for Sharon— something he most definitely did not want to happen. Andy needed backup and bad. The McCarty's were only a few lawns away, but their house lights were off already.

He didn't have time to think, he needed to act and now. Andy opened the back sliding door and stepped out into the night air. His hands curled around the gun that he had grabbed from the electronic room as he made his way through the backyards to the McCarty's.

Andy covered his eyes from the street lamps as he peered into the McCarty's house. The layout was not too different from the house he and Sharon had; the McCary's sliding door led into their kitchen, and on the counter, a phone was lighting up from a call. Andy forcefully pulled at the handle, effectively releasing the door lock. His eyes scanned the room as he slowly drew his weapon and stepped into the McCarty's house.

Andy hadn't gone far before he saw Lisa face down at the dinner table and John lying on his side nearby. Single gunshot wound to both of their heads. His gaze took in the room, ready to be alerted at the slightest movement or sound but there was none.

The phone on the counter rang again and Andy slowly walked over and answered it.

"Took your time," Provenza grumbled on the other line.

"They're both dead."

"Flynn?"

"Yeah. Came over to see if they might have caught anything. Maybe they did, but it doesn't really seem like that."

Provenza nodded his head with a grunt, "Start a count. We're trying over here, but hitting some dumbass politicking commanders and chiefs. We'll come up with something. Flynn? Flynn— listen, don't do anything stupid. When we find the Captain, I want her to be able to tear all our heads off."

"Copy," Flynn said loosely.

"I'm serious, Flynn," Provenza stressed. "Go back to your electronic room. Call with any news."

Andy listened to the buzzing of the end line before he placed the phone down. He itched to save Sharon; to find her and hold her knowing she was safe. At the moment, he didn't have the luxury to think that way. God only knows what that monster could be doing to her. Could have done to her.

He glanced at his watch and marked the time on a notepad in the kitchen— rough time of death of the McCarty's. He also mentally kept the time in his head— amount of time that Sharon had been missing. Official missing persons weren't declared until hours after their disappearance, but when an officer was involved, the clock started the minute they were gone.

Andy rushed back to their house, dying to be useful. He took the stairs two at a time towards the makeshift electronics room, passing pictures of all their kids. His eyes landed on Emily's senior picture. The girl's bright eyes and smile were so similar to Sharon's that he could almost see the two as sisters.

"I promise to get her back," he whispered.

— — —

Sharon's head lolled to the side as she slowly came to. Her eyes blinked slowly as they adjusted to the dim lighting and dark walls. Wherever she was, it smelt like sex, blood, and decay. Cautiously, she tried to move her hands and feet finding all tightly bound by coarse rope. Her mouth was dry from the gag while her head and ankle throbbed mildly. Her ears perked as she heard shuffling behind her. Sharon tensed immediately. The noise paused for a second before it picked up in screams, whimpers, and cries. The girl seemed gagged too because despite her loudest pleas, they were greatly muffled. Sharon's heart soared for the woman behind her; the endless torture Williams has been bestowing on her.

A door slammed open above her and heavy footsteps followed.

"Shut up," Logan Williams seethed. Sharon was barely able to make out his form in the dark. A shiver of fear ran through her body and her heart sped up in anticipation of the worst. Her mind wasn't anywhere but the present. Her breath caught as Williams approached.

"Glad to see your awake," he muttered, dirty fingers trailing down her cheek. "I'll be right with you."

Her eyes widened as she heard a gun cock. They blinked when it went off. The cries from cries Sharon ceased.

"I much prefer the silence, hmm?" He circled her— once, twice, three times— before stopping in front of her. He crouched impossibly close to her. Sharon felt extremely exposed with her legs spread partially along the chair legs and her chest protruding because of the way her wrists were tied. His finger drew shapes on her chin before trailing down her neck and between her breasts. Her breathing shallowed out in fear as she tried her hardest to keep her body from doing anything. He made her feel cheap, worthless, and dirty. Williams finger stopped when it reached her belly button, pushing lightly. Her body wanted to double over, curl around itself, and protect herself, but Sharon didn't move— didn't flinch.

"I like you already," Williams said with a toothy grin. He stood up, but didn't put any distance between them. He raised his foot and placed it between her legs on the chair seat. He pushed gently, her feet leaving the floor as the chair rocked back onto the hind legs. Then she was falling. "Oops," Williams said sarcastically as the chair landed on the concrete with a thud. The wind escaped her lungs in a rush with the force. She was thankful in that moment that her arms had not been tied behind her, but rather at her sides.

"Oh!" Williams said. "I have something for you. I think you may enjoy it. Don't go anywhere." Sharon listened as he shuffled back up the stairs. The door closed sharply after him.

Sharon's fingers spread wide as they searched the ground for anything that could be useful, but they met nothing but concrete. As she brought her fingers back to examine each wrist binding, her ring caught on a bump in the ground. It was nothing of significance other to remind her of the old wedding ring. Her thumb stroked it in a circle, tugging the diamond into her palm. It was then that her soft skin met the spike supposed to be holding the diamond. Something she had promised herself years ago to have fixed by a jeweler, but then there was no reason for her to have a wedding band and it definitely was not worth the money to have fixed. Sharon could attempt to cut through the thick rope with it, but she knew it would take a while to even get the rope thin enough that she could break out of.

Better start now then, she thought as the caught a thread of the rope against the ring spike. It took a bit of force to slice it, but eventually it gave and she moved to the next one. Her hopes only rose as each thread broke, but she could still feel there was a while to go.

Williams' steps from above startled her. Her wrist, starting to ache, stopped as the door flung open and heavy feet followed.

"Do you like the water? Swimming in the ocean or pools?" Williams asked as he approached her. His feet stopped inches from her face, the heavy boots on her hair. "I love the water in California. I have some for you too." And with that Williams dumped the large bucket of water over her face. Her eyes were forced to stay open from the pressure and her mouth couldn't close tight enough around the gag to prevent water from seeping in. She choked as the bucket was emptied, leaving her eyes burning and face soaked. Williams didn't say anything as he went back upstairs, this time not closing the door. Sharon rolled her head to the side to allow the water to seep from her mouth. The gag had absorbed most of it and seemed to be keeping every drop in her mouth. Despite her heaves and the burning in her lungs, Sharon managed to start work again on the rope. She hadn't even gotten half of the cuts as the previous time before she heard Williams approaching again. Water sloshed from the bucket and onto the floor as he carried it over to her. His foot nudged her head upright, the toe of his boot resting persistently on her forehead.

When Williams went to dump this bucket, Sharon was a little more prepared and was able to close her eyes and attempt to close her mouth more tightly around the water logged gag. It took forever for the bucket to empty, but when it did, Sharon again found herself gasping for air as water filled her mouth and lungs painfully. He kept her like this for a minute before releasing her and heading back up the stairs. Sharon's head turned to the side, hopping to get some of the water out of her lungs but it was hopeless. She strained against the ropes to pull herself up a bit to try and swallow the water, but she couldn't down it fast enough. She tried to move her lips behind the gag, but it was tight around her head. With a strained sigh, she let her body relax despite the pain.

She heard his footsteps again and wondered how much more she could take.

— — —

Andy's eyes scanned over the previous hour and a half again but noticed nothing different. With a defeated sigh, he brought the feed up to the live footage and picked up the burner.

"Provenza."

"Hour and a half. You better have a plan," Flynn gritted.

Provenza's eyes flitted around the room, the team's expectant ones looking at him. "Waiting on a signature. Taylor just left the building for a change of clothes, Amy went after him. We're all packed up and expect to be there in under an hour. We have choppers on standby."

"Good," Flynn said with a ragged sigh as he ran his hand over his face. "Good." His fingers gripped his mouth as he pushed air against them.

Movement on the screen caught his eyes.

"I've got movement," Flynn said quietly as he watched it. Something— or one— moved again in the back of the house, but the front cameras had caught the movement vaguely from down the hall. He was on his feet in a second. "I'm going," he announced.

"Flynn! You can't storm the castle alone! We're on out way. Sit tight," Provenza seethed. There was movement again, more noticeable this time.

"We don't have much time," Flynn gritted.

"Flynn! Flynn— don't do it. Wait."

"I have been. I'm going."

"Flynn! Fly—"

Andy hung up the phone and placed it on the table. He checked his gun as he made his way down the stairs. Full mag and an extra in his pocket.

He flew open the storm door as he should have in the beginning of all this and ran across the street.

He didn't announce himself as he kicked in Williams' front door.

— — —

Her lungs were on fire. Ironic considering water had put her in this position. Sharon could barely take a full breath as she drowned from the inside.

Her ring kept work on the rope around her work, although it wasn't nearly as steady as before. She was close; could feel the bond starting to give way. Once she had one hand free, she could drag the soaked gag from her mouth and untie the rest of the bondings. God, she was close.

Footsteps sound above her, but she keeps working. There's only so much her body can handle. She has no idea how far Williams will go, either. This could be the last bucket, or the first of many, many more. Something's off and she can feel it. These footsteps are lighter and more cautious. Her eyes widen but she doesn't halt snapping the threads. Only a few more until she could remove her hand, and the thought of being free soon inspires a new energy.

A single shot sounds through the house. Everything is still, she thinks, as the air stops moving. The pause is too long. Something happened.

If Williams shot whoever entered, she needed to move fast. Sharon keeps her ears perked as she sliced through three more threads and wiggles her wrist. The rope is a lot looser, but not loose enough.

She's through a few more before she hears footsteps again. Heavy and moving fast. Williams. It's a second before the lighter ones are moving too, but they're slow and that has Sharon worried. The footsteps continue as she finally manages to free her right wrist. Her hand moves instantly to the water logged cloth around her mouth. With the support of her hand, Sharon is able to twist her body to the side and allow most of the excess water to flow from her mouth. Her body convulses a few times, sending pools of water from her lips. Her mind is hazy, but not bad enough to take her from her surroundings yet. The footsteps continue above and Sharon makes quick work of the binding on her other arm. She allows more water to exit as she stays on her side a moment more.

Her lungs flame as she sits up to reach for her ankle binds. Sharon's nimble fingers have them untied by the time the footsteps above start to slow.

She's swaying on her feet, but she's on them. Her hands search the dark for the wall but brush against the wood panelling of a door. The cellar door Williams smuggled girls through.

Three shots are fired off and a body thuds above her.

Her hands grip the doorknob and pull with all her might. The second the door is open large enough for her to slip through, Sharon does. There's a set of stairs leading up to the bulkhead. Sharon makes hasty work of unlatching the steel doors.

Her feet step on the lawn of the Williams house and she gives herself a minute for composure. Her lungs feel like they're about to burst and it's not helping with her breathing. The shallow breaths sting, but offer no assistant to the rest of her body. She's suddenly a little light headed, but reminds herself it's not over yet. She takes a few steps and tries to push through the aching pain and weak muscles, but she can only do so much with resistance.

Her breaths are shorter than before, bearing on nonexistent.

"Sharon!"

The voice startles her. She places it inside the house.

"Sharon!"

Her head is fuzzy and light while her muscles are heavy.

"Sharon!"

It's calling from the basement and all she can do is stare owlishly as a figure appears from the bulkhead. Sharon takes a step back on weak legs and almost collapses, but manages to steady herself for the moment.

"Sharon. Sharon, it's me. Sharon," Andy breaths a sigh of relief.

Against the light of the moon, Sharon can make out Andy's figure as he takes the few steps towards her. Her breaths are short and she wants to talk, but only water spills out.

It's bubbling in her chest, burning, and seeping into her— consuming her.

"Sharon," Andy says worriedly. He clips the safety on his gun and tucks it into his pants. His arms are around her in a second. She can feel that he expects her to push him away, and she would if she had the breath and the strength.

Andy's firm hold is her end. She collapses against him, gasping for breath that never comes. He staggers slightly, but sturdies himself against her.

"Breathe with me. Come on Sharon, you made it. You did it. Breathe with me," Andy says.

His chest pushes against hers and she tries to match it, but he's going too slow and she's not receiving enough oxygen.

Her brain is fuzzy, but she swears there's a helicopter— two— overhead. Andy's still trying to make her breathe at his rate, but she can't follow him. She tunes him out as she tries to concentrate on her own. It doesn't work.

She feels her muscles and bones grow heavy as she sags heavily against Andy, breathing in his scent through her water filled nose as her breaths stop.


Please review!

This might last a little longer than anticipated. Love to hear your thoughts :)

A/N 2: Sharon's escape. I wanted to make Sharon escape on her own and not have Andy come in as her savior for two reasons: the first, it's not Sharon to sit there and wait for a savior, and the second because she's much stronger physically than I had once thought. I definitely think she has the mental capacity to survive something like what Williams did, and most certainly the will power to get the heck out of there. Williams did a number on her regardless, but Andy was able to offer support and not be overbearing and fawning (I imagine an immediate Darth Raydor glare despite the circumstance). She seems like someone who will hint at needing Andy's support (something that will ultimately bring them closer) but want to get through an incident like this by herself and for herself. Sharon's quiet, contemplating scenes are always my favorite because Mary McDonnell does such a phenomenal acting job of playing out the gears turning in Sharon's head and showing us how well Sharon knows herself. And that's the big thing. Sharon knows herself so well that she can work it all out in her head and find comfort (as seen in the White Lies arc in the church, Andy, and her decisions). Getting out herself makes the whole thing a bit more bearable for Sharon because she proved to herself she did everything she could in that exact moment.

I love Sharon's character so much and I can only dream of capturing that spirit here in writing. :)