Disclaimer: Yeah, not mine. I only dream.

Untouched

Morgan put Garcia on speaker as he drove Joy's car to the station. "Tell me you can track where he is."

"He isn't using it to call you."

"I'll call him."

"It'll take a while."

"Do it."

He dialed the number at a red light and held his breath.

"Hello, Agent."

"Roberts."

"She's with me. We're going to get my son."

"Like hell we are."

Yes Joy, antagonize your captor. He rolled his eyes. "What are you going to do?"

"They're mine. I protect what's mine."

"Not yours!"

"Joy, could you please be quiet?"

"Yes, Derek."

"So… it's Derek. Tell me, Derek, was she good? Did she scream and moan for you?"

"Shouted my name to the heavens. I made her see stars. More than you did. You had to drug her, make sure she was out cold before she would let you touch her."

"You bastard!"

"No, my parents were married and had another kid before me. What about you? Mommy and Daddy have to get married quickly?"

"Don't talk about Ma!"

"Oh, a Momma's boy, huh? Still riding on her apron strings, Roberts? You know, I've met your brother. He seemed to be a tough guy. What about you?"

He could hear Roberts growling.

"I'll show you tough guy!"

And he hung up.

"Derek Morgan! Did you have to annoy him? I didn't get the trace."

"That's all right. I know where they are."

He took the next exit, passing the station.

Joy tipped her head back. The clock was upside down.

1:30

An hour and a half.

Maybe he would just shoot her. Then the school would call her mother or father, who would drive down for him and pick him.

And no one messed with her mother.

She couldn't breathe.

Roberts shoved her arm against her throat and pushed her against the door. "You let him touch you!"

Joy clutched at his arm, trying to pull it away from her throat, gulping her air.

"Well?"

"Yes!"

His arm fell. The black spots at the edges of her vision receded.

"Well?"

"Well, what?" She folded on herself.

"Tell me."

She smirked. "You're a voyeur. Is that why you have to drug us? Is that why I had to be passed out for you to get it up?" Not that made any sense.

Roberts snarled. "Tell me!"

"Or… maybe it's him you want. Something change during those years in prison?"

She was going to hell.

And her vision was blacking out again.

Morgan parked Joy's car and walked around the school. He had seen Roberts' car towards the back of the lot and was carefully making his way towards the school.

He tapped the buzzer. "This is Agent Derek Morgan from the FBI."

"You've been picking up Tyler Marriott with his mother."

"Yes. Look, can you buzz me in."

"You have your credentials?"

He flashed the camera.

"All right, Agent."

The buzzer sounded and he snuck in.

"What is going on, Agent?"

"Joy Marriott has been taken hostage."

"Well, we'll call her mother. She's next on Tyler's list."

"I think he might make her sign Tyler out."

"Why?"

"He's Tyler's father."

"Oh." Somehow this secretary knew an awful lot. She got on the phone. "Ms. Goldman, could you send Tyler to the office after dismissal? Thank you." Morgan leaned against the desk. "And could you call the police for me?"

Joy frowned. Hopefully Morgan would figure it out, because they had been sitting in the same parking lot for nearly two hours.

This should be easy.

Other than the black eye, the cut on her forehead and her cheek, and her bruised throat.

"What's he like?"

"Who?"

"Tyler?"

She glanced up. "He's my little boy." She stared at the man who had been stalking her, raping young girls, had raped and kidnapped her. "And you can't have him."

He lunged across the car and wrapped his hands around her throat. Her head cracked against the window.

"Devin Roberts!"

His thumbs pressed against her throat.

"Let Captain Marriott go!"

"Die, whore!"

She was going to die in a car while a madman strangled her.

"Oh God…"

"Get off her!"

The weight was pulled off her. She sucked down air and slowly crawled to the other end of the car. Derek had pinned Devin to the asphalt and was struggling to cuff him.

"Tyler…"

Joy stumbled from the car and ran to the school. She leaned against the buzzer. "Joy Marriott, here to get Tyler Marriott."

They buzzed her in; Joy walked in and sat down by the office.

"Mama!"

"Tyler." She sank to the floor, holding him in her arms.

"What's going on, Mama?"

"Morgan got the bad guy. I had to see you."

Tears dripped onto his hair. He squirmed in her grip.

"My little boy."

Morgan slammed the patrol car door shut. Roberts was cuffed and on his way to lock-up. He walked up to the school and hit the buzzer.

"Come in, Agent."

He opened the door and stood in the hallway.

Joy was kneeling, holding Tyler. And Tyler was trying to get away from her.

He leaned against the wall, watching them. Joy raised her eyes, fingers tangled in Tyler's hair.

"Thank you."

He nodded.