Liz hadn't felt a pounding in her skull like this since she was an undergrad. Whatever drugs Zanetakos had shot her up with had produced one hell of a hangover. Liz slowly opened her eyes, trying to locate her kidnapper without alerting the woman that she'd regained consciousness.

She appeared to be in a dingy apartment of some kind. Zanetakos wasn't in Liz's immediate line of sight, but Liz didn't doubt she was close by. There was a window that was about ten feet in front of her but it had been boarded up. Liz's wrists had be zip tied to the wooden chair she was sitting in. Her feet were tied together, but not secured to the chair.

Liz tested her restraints, but they were tied too tightly to slip. Was there anything she could use to cut them? Liz scanned the room for sharp objects; nail, shards of glass, anything with an edge. Nothing. How was she going to get out of this?

Tom would know, he'd been a spy for over ten years. How many times had he been captured, tied up like this? She'd never asked him. Now she might never get the chance. He might already be dead. Tom had be hit right before the wall to the suite had exploded. She'd remembered the sight of Tom on the ground and screaming his name, right before the bag had gone over her head. Was that the last time she'd ever see him? Liz felt her chest constrict at the thought. She couldn't breath. A world without without Tom, was...unthinkable.

Breath Lizzie. Tom's voice was clear and calm in her mind and instinctively she obeyed. Phantom memories of all the times Tom had held her after her father's death. She'd always felt so safe. Tom was alive, he had to be, because if he had truly gone from this world she would feel it in her bones. Their story was not over yet. It was time to focus.

If the ties couldn't be slipped or cut, what were her options? Could the chair itself be broken? Liz yanked her arms left and right as hard as she could, but the chair didn't budge. Should she try flipping it?

Liz heard footsteps behind her and quickly closed her eyes. The footsteps moving around her and stopped a few feet in front of her.

"Playing opossum Agent Scott?" Before Liz could decide whether or not to open her eyes she felt an agonizing pain in her left thigh. She yelled instinctively and her eyes shot open. The first thing she saw was a knife protruding from her leg. Gina casually yanked it out and blood started to flow from the wound. The terrorist pulled out a rag, wiped the blade and put both back into her jacket pocket.

Liz tried to block out the pain by reviewing everything she'd been taught about how to interact with a kidnapper in a hostage situation. They advise to build a rapport, humanize yourself to you captor, and emotionally connect with them. Watching the small, but vicious smile on Zanetakos' face, Liz knew those strategies would not work here. That smile was pure pleasure. Gina was enjoying Liz's pain, she was getting personal satisfaction from it.

"I'd bandage that if I was you. Berlin wants a live hostage, not a dead body." For a moment Gina's smile flickered. Something about Liz's response had caught her off guard. Was it her lack of fear? Was Gina hoping she'd beg for her life? Or was it that Liz has used Berlin's name?

"That's quite a presumption." Liz cocked her head to the side, forcing a smirk. She couldn't afford to show weakness to this woman.

"Not really. If your boss wanted me dead, he wouldn't have sent an extraction team." Liz had recognized one of the voice of one of her attackers. He was the same man who had snatched Beth on her first day of work. Who ever those people were, they weren't assassins, they were professional kidnappers. Liz would be relatively safe until she reached her final destination.

Gina scowled and left the room. Liz worked at her restraints until she heard Gina's returned. The terrorist was carrying a needle, some kind of thread, and gazes. She was silent as she slowly and painfully closed and bandaged the wound she'd inflicted. Liz couldn't help releasing a relieved breath when Gina had completed her task.

"I wouldn't put too much faith in your value. He only wants you alive so he can take you apart piece by piece." Liz pushed down the bubble of fear rising inside of her. Tom had said that Berlin had hired him to investigate how she and Reddington were connected. He'd also said that her scar connected her to them. Was it possible that Gina didn't know about the scar? Her father had told her the scar would protect her. Time to find out if that was true.

"I've got a scar on my right wrist that says otherwise." Gina's face went blank, with only a slight pinching of her eyebrows betraying her confusion.

"What are you talking about?" She really didn't know. Liz's treated Gina to a smug grin. She may have been tied up, but at least she had one advantage over her captor.

"When I was fourteen my father burned this shape into my arm, swearing it would protect me someday. I thought it was the medications the doctors had given him for his cancer treatments, but then I found the same shape on the go-box I found in your house." It had been on Tom's too, but Liz didn't want to bring him up just yet. Liz didn't know much about Gina, but she did know the woman used to keep Tom's picture by her bed. Red had claimed Tom and Gina used to be lovers. Perhaps there was some feeling there she could exploit.

"You're lying." Liz raised her eyebrows. This could actually work in favor, if she played it right. If Gina was the curious type, she'd have to untie Liz's right arm.

"Feel free to look." Gina glared at Liz for a few seconds before loosening the tie on her arm.

"Try anything and you will regret it." Gina flipped over Liz's wrist and pushed back the sleeve of her hoody. Gina stared at the scar for almost ten second without speaking. Liz could since the angry brewing beneath the surface. That was good. Anger made people make mistakes.

"If personal vengeance was what you were going for here, I'd say you're out of luck." Gina snorted derisively, as though Liz's comment was too ridiculous for words, but the her grip on Liz's arm tightened.

"Don't flatter yourself. This is business." Liz flashed Gina her most condescending smile.

"Is it? Because I keep thinking back to when we raided your house. Tom's picture was by your bed. You lied to the FBI about Angel Station and took the fall for him. You covered for him and after all that, he still chose me over you. That must have hurt." Gina's upper lip curled and she still hadn't re-tied Liz's right arm to the chair.

"You know nothing." Liz could sense the she was almost there, she just had to push a little more, inflict as much pain on this woman as she could.

"He's going to come for me, you know, and when he gets here, he's going to kill you for what you've done. I mean everything to him, and you don't mean anything at all." Gina finally released Liz's arm, and backhanded her across the face.

"Shut up you stupid bitch!" Liz kicked her legs as hard as she could at Gina's shins causing her to stumble backward and then she launched herself, chair and all, at Gina. Together they crashed into the floor. Liz landed more or less on top of Gina, pinning her to the ground. Using her free arm she clocked her kidnapper as hard as she could in the temple. Gina's disorientation bought Liz just enough time to dive into Gina's jacket pocket and retrieve the knife. Liz released the blade and pressed it to Gina's throat.

"I don't know, Gina, you look like the stupid bitch to me." Liz had barely finished getting out the words when she heard a gun being cocked about ten feet behind her. Damn it.