Monica successfully slid of Joshua's arms and quietly walked around the bed, watching Joshua to make sure he didn't wake up. She went to the chair which her old clothes lay on and she was well aware that she had been wearing them for days, and the thought didn't sit well in her head, but she knew that if she was going to try and get out, she wasn't going to be going anywhere wearing that gown.
She made it to the chair and Joshua hadn't moved, she picked up her clothes and kept her eyes on Joshua and she changed quickly and quietly into the jeans and shirt, then knelt down and pulled her socks on over the bandages and then her still laced shoes and stood up.
Slowly she inched towards the door and watched her footing and where everything was. Still Joshua hadn't moved and she was beginning to really think that she had a chance. Walking backwards towards the door she bumped into something and jumped and her hand flew to her mouth to stop her gasp being heard. Adrenalin made her senses hyper alert and her keen eyes watched for any movement from Joshua, but still he slept. Monica forced herself to try and calm down a bit. Her hand found the edge of the door and she opened it, thankful that it didn't squeak as she did so.
Monica backed out of the room and then shut the door to reduce the chance of him waking up from a noise she might make. She turned around and then made her way to the kitchen, firstly looking for something she would use as a weapon and thought it was a bit cliché as she armed her self with a massive cake knife that she had found in a draw.
Monica left the kitchen through a back door and found herself in a laundry, staring at what appeared to be the back door of the house. She inspected the door and its frame for anything out of the ordinary, tried the door handle but the door was locked and she had no idea where the key was. Crap. She thought and then headed back through the kitchen and down the hallway she had previously walked through, walking almost all the way back to the room she had escaped from she noticed a hall way that she had missed before. At the end of the hallway was another door. She walked towards it quietly and tried the handle, but again it didn't open, though she wasn't too surprised by it, but she was getting more and more anxious.
Monica backtracked and started looking for windows, but all the ones that she could see had alarms on them.
The panic rose again and she started to look around more frantically, she thought that maybe she could make it out a window and out run or hide from Joshua. She walked into a room, realising that it was the one she first woke up in and she went over to the widow, severing the cords to the alarm. When nothing sounded and she didn't hear anything she opened the widow, preparing to climb out but something felt off. It very quickly became clear to her what 'felt' off as a hand wrapped around her mouth and waist simultaneously and cut off her scream.
XxXxX - Hoover Building Basement Office
John was asleep at his desk when his phone rang; he answered it immediately, "John Doggett,"
"Agent Doggett go count sheep at home, not at your desk," Skinner's voice came down the line and hearing his boss's voice, he shot upright in his chair.
"Sir I-"
"Go home, that's an order," Skinner said, knowing Doggett's marine background.
"Yes Sir," John said and looked at the phone, Skinner had disconnected the call before he's had a chance to speak again. He set the phone down and looked at the clock, it was close to eleven pm. John looked around the room and then sighed, picking up his jacket he decided that he should at least head home and change, have a shower, maybe even get a little sleep if he was lucky. It made him wonder if this was how Monica felt when he was missing in Mexico, and he began to wonder if she wasn't able sleep as he was now, if she had become obsessed with finding him as he was with finding her.
John went home and showered and changed into some more comfortable clothes, then sat on his couch and put his head in his hands, all he could think about was Monica, he worried for her and he wouldn't admit it but he was scared for her, and he realised he had become obsessed with finding her alive, much like he had with Luke when he had disappeared. His primary focus then was to find him alive, and it damn near killed him when they found him in that field, now that Monica had disappeared, he realised just how much he relied on her constant presence, he hadn't realised that she was a pillar of strength for him until she was gone.
Everything came back to Monica when he thought about it, a song on the radio, her desk at work, everything around him. He noticed that her jacket was draped across a chair from the last time she was at his place.
There was a building darkness with in his heart that he hadn't felt since Luke died. He tried to fight against it, but it was so painful and strong, but he managed to force it aside, forcing himself to believe that she was alive, even if it had been almost five days, he wouldn't believe that she was dead until he saw her body. He couldn't shut down; he had to keep going until he found her. He believed he would find her; it was not a question of if, but when.
He forced his mind to keep the darkness of his heart at bay, and to keep his eyes open, because when he closed them all he saw was Monica, lying in that hospital bed, the machines all showing flat lines. But forcing ones self to stay awake is not as easy as it sounds, he had already been awake for almost a day and even though sleep was hard to come by for John at a time like this, he was exhausted and didn't even realise that he had fallen asleep.
