A/N: Okay, we're gonna start building some momentum here. Jade and Jordan just got their first lead. It's not much but who knows?

And as for Tori and Nathan...

You'll notice I'm playing with suspense by not being specific with the time of our captives and that of our searchers.

;-)

Jordan drove the Jeep all the way to Phoenix, the most cosmopolitan city in Arizona. The sixth most populated and the highest populated capital, there were a great number of residences and businesses the town had to offer.

There was a quaint suburb the ladies turned into. Jade grasped the scrap of paper firmly in her fist. She must have read the address 400 times on the drive over.

"There!" Jade pointed. "That blue house on the edge of the street."

Jordan lowered her sunglasses which was guarding against the rising sun.

"124 Nixon Drive," the redhead repeated from memory.

"Come on," Jade exclaimed.

"Can I park the car first?" she scolded.

The black sports utility vehicle was alone in the driveway. The perfectly-cut lawn and For Sale sign at the pathway indicated that the house was vacant.

"Guess the house went back on the market," Jade mused.

"Or maybe nobody dared to buy it," Jordan said. "They're probably desperate. Maybe selling for peanuts compared to the neighboring houses."

The pale woman turned the locked know and kicked the door in frustration.

Jordan shook her head and stepped past Jade and felt the rafter before securing a little silver key in her fingertips.

"Be careful, Jadey" the redhead sternly warned. "This was a crime scene. At the very least, there may be squatters. So watch yourself."

The front white door with glass panels opened and the pair walked in.

Jade sniffed as she looked around.

"Whatever happened here," she said. "They did a good job cleaning up."

Jordan nodded "Yup."

The raven-haired female made her way toward the basement.

"Where are you going?" Jordan asked.

"The lion's den, apparently" Jade morbidly replied.

The redhead rolled her eyes as she followed Jade down the stairs.

"Cops probably took everything out of here as evidence," she told Jade.

"Yeah well, I would be kicking myself if I didn't look myself."

The two stopped and stared at what was once a rec room from the look of it. Before it was stripped down and changed into a torture chamber. Only, here the instruments of pain and other paraphernalia are all gone.

"Damn it," Jade thought. "Jordan was right."

Jordan tried the light switch to get a better look but the old bulb exploded. She dug into her jacket and produced a small Maglite. She handed it to Jade as she had a similar one on her keychain. They wandered the dark room for several minutes, really looking at the walls for hidden compartments of any details the police may have missed.

"Jade," Jordan gulped. "You need to understand that crime scenes are not like what they do on TV. It's not a puzzle that is solved. Oftentimes there will always be pieces missing or ones that just don't fit."

Jade lowered her flashlight and stared at the floor.

"I know," she whispered. "But I need to find her. You don't understand, Jordan. Without Tori I have nowhere to go."

"I'm still here," Jordan said, briefly shining her beam in the pale woman's face.

"I know," Jade nodded. "Thanks."

Something caught Jordan's eye. "What's that?"

Jade blinked. "What?"

"That," she pointed to the wood paneling. "Jade, do a 360 of the room."

"Why?"

"Just do it," the redhead ordered.

The brunettes shrugged and scanned the basement with her flashlight.

"So?" she asked upon stopping.

"So..." Jordan said, putting the mini flashlight in her mouth, leaving her hands free to remove a section of paneling. "The pattern is the same all around the room, except for right here. See?"

Jade squinted and it dawned on her. "Two large ones together, instead of a large piece and a small piece."

"Aha!" exclaimed Jordan as she set the section of paneling down. "A safe. But I don't know the combo."

"You don't have to," Jade stepped up the door and opened it. "The handled was up. It wasn't locked."

Jordan raised an eyebrow.

"What? I stole things. What are you, surprised?"

"Let's see," said Jordan as she reached inside. The shaft was almost two feet deep until she came across a box. "Oh."

"Got something?" Jade asked.

"Yeeeeeah," Jordan practically stretched to get a hold of the small box.

"Yo, J" the brunette said pointing to her dying light. "My batteries are going. Let's look at it upstairs."

They ran to the kitchen where there was still a bar. The whole room was illuminated by daylight.

Jordan was slowly opening the shoebox lid when Jade huffed and snatched the vessel and dumped its contents onto the counter.

"I forgot," Jordan snidely commented. "You're not patient."

"Don't you want to find them?" Jade asked with venom in her tone.

"Watch your mouth, bitch" Jordan pointed. "I'm just trying to be careful with what could be evidence."

Jade sighed. "Sorry." She scanned the items on the burgundy countertop. "So, what do we have?"

Jordan spread out some photos, which looked odd. They were missing a glossy finish. Figured the bastard was smart enough and made these himself off of a color printer as opposed to sending depictions of attempted murder to the one hour photo guy.

"Souvenirs," Jordan said, taking all of this stuff in.

"What's the matter, idiot?" Keith clicked his tongue. "Never seen a woman before?"

Nathan looked at Keith, knowing that any further hesitation would land a bullet in his brain. And Tori's.

But still...

Tori was family to him. She was like a younger sister. What he was being coerced to do (literally at gunpoint) was incestuous to him. It helped that she herself was not interested in men. Even Tori fancied Nathan as the brother she never had. While she was well-trained and self reliant, Tori did appreciate the feeling of having an older sibling feeling protective of her. The last couple of years the two have built a strong relationship of mutual familial love.

A line was defined, albeit silently. And Keith knew it.

And right at this moment, this sadistic fuck was giving them no choice but to cross that line.

"I'm losing my patience," he threatened. "You'd better do something before..."

Tori lifted her head up and kissed Nathan, much to his surprise, on the mouth.

He lowered his head to her ear and asked "What are you doing?"

"We need to make it out alive," she whispered into his ear. "Just imagine I'm Jordan."

"I don't think I can..."

"Nate," she shout whispered, sending shivers down his spine. "Trust me, it's much harder for me."

He understood what she meant.

"Enough pillow talk," Keith stomped his foot. "Let's see some action."

"You know," Jade said while looking at her phone. "If you squint, this Keith Hellman looks kind of like the sketch."

"What?" Jordan asked, looking up from the pictures.

"Yeah, remember the driver's license picture of the guy who owned this house?"

Jordan nodded.

"Now imagine a beard and no glasses."

The redhead reclines and shut her eyes. Her body stiffened and she opened her lids at Jade.

"That son of a bitch," she whispered.

"He's still alive," Jade said, scooping up the pictures back in the shoebox.

"More than that," Jordan added. "He might be our guy."

With that; the girls left and hit the road, heading back.

"Come on," Tori grunted both to appease Keith who was watching but also to directly tell Nathan to start. "Touch me..."

Nate gulped and ran his hands along Tori's well-toned abs all the way to her firm breasts. He shut his eyes as he massaged them and tried his best to picture Jordan in his mind. She was taller than Tori but a similar build. He may be able to bite his lip and get through this.

But it wasn't his lip that needed cooperating.

Keith sat on the edge of his chair, watching intently.

Tori remembered from her own fumblings with guys years ago. Nate was hesitating because he probably wasn't erect yet. She reached down and at first recoiled at the first contact with the flaccid member and psyched herself out before beginning to alternatively stroke it and tickle his testicles.

By this point, both had their eyes shut. They moaned and grunted to better sell that they were really into it. Truthfully, it was the most forced thing they had ever done and was only happening because they knew the tried and true biological buttons to stimulate the private parts.

The half Latina felt fingers run through her hair as Nate landed squarely into her vagina. In her mind's eye, she saw Jade straddling the shit out of her and with a devious grin, she pulled out a strap-on and fixed it onto herself. Mounting her, Jade proceeded to penetrate Tori, sending initial shockwaves through her whole body.

To Nathan, he was in a warm and soft bed with Jordan smiling up at him as he rocked back and forth on top. She told him she loved him and pulled him closer to her.

"I'm so sorry," Nathan thought. "Please forgive me, Jordan."

Nate's grunting was building and building. Tori saw the signals. She only had seconds to react in time. Tori quickly shifted her pelvis, allowing Nate to pull out and he blew his semen onto the bed. She felt some of the thick, molten liquid hit her skin but she tried to forget this. Her focus was on Keith's reaction.

The bearded man stood up and studied the pair, uncomfortably situated. He then walked over to the nearby table and acquired two syringes. Tori shook her head as Nathan and then her got stuck. He collapsed on top of Tori, who lay limp on the bed.

"That was for being an early ejaculator," Keith smugly chastised the unconscious Nate. He then looked at Tori's closed eyes. "And you're a pathetic amateur."

As Jordan sped through traffic, Jade was really examining the photos from Hellman's basement.

"Hey Jordan," Jade said finally.

"What?" she asked.

"You still got the number of those cops, right?"

Jordan looked over at her passenger. "Yeah."

"They need to run a check."

"On what? We have nothing to go on. This was a waste of time!"

The Goth showed Jordan one picture really quick as she was driving.

"What is that?" Jordan asked.

She was asking about the faded green garment in the background.

"Those are scrubs, Jordan" Jade cleared her throat before continuing. "He worked at a hospital or something."

"And you think he still does?"

The brunette shrugged and sat back. "I have to hold onto hope, even if it is small..."

"Hang on," Jordan interrupted. "Get Burbridge and Whisenhunt on the phone. Now."

"You're sure?" Jade asked.

Jordan nodded. "The security footage. When he was carrying Nate," she said. "What if he was...sedated?"

"Fuck me," Jade sighed with her eyes wide open. She was already connecting the call back to the police.