Yeah…I know…It's Wednesday. This took a lot longer than I had originally planned…It was actually really hard to write. It's not as violent as I thought it was going to be either, so if you were worried about that you can take a deep breath and begin reading safely. Also, I'd like to thank draco-cute for making sure I was working on this and keeping me motivated! I definitely needed that pick me up message.

LISA

Hours had passed. Lisa now had no feeling in her hands and a tingling sensation had started up in her forearms. She tried desperately to keep her eyes open, but she had been up for almost twenty four hours now and her eyes continued to close involuntarily and her head drooped down toward her chest on multiple occasions. She refused to sleep, however. She already felt enormously vulnerable in her current situation; she would hate it if Fedorov were to walk in on her unconscious.

For the first few hours Lisa spent a good deal of time counting the seconds as they passed hoping that would keep her mind off the upcoming events. But exhaustion overwhelmed her system and made it hard for her to avoid thoughts about Jackson or Fedorov or Riley or Greg or her father...if she had anymore tears to shed she would not be able to keep herself from crying again.

A man came in at one point and escorted her to a bathroom, much to her delight. He took the bag off of her head before leading her into the crumbling room and Lisa cringed uncomfortably at the intrusive light. Unfortunately there was no mirror in the room so she could not check to see if she looked as disheveled as she felt. She did as much as she could for herself though and used the opportunity to drink from the faucet and wash her face. She held her red and chafed wrists under the cold water until the man called "Tim's up", opened the door and forced her to leave the safety of the bathroom. By the time she was tied back to her wooden chair she admittedly felt much better. At this point it was only the anxiety that ate at her. She was not sure how much longer she could sit alone in this room by herself with the thought that, as soon as Fedorov came back, she would most likely be killed.

The man had kept the bag off of her head and so for the first time she was able to see where she was being held. She seemed to be sitting in a small, empty office that had only one door and a window that gave her a view of the hallway outside. Every now and then a man would pass by, but very few would actually bother to look into the room and those who did did not give her a second glance. The fact that no one here seemed appalled or even slightly concerned that a random woman was tied to a chair and being held hostage in the same building that they were in made Lisa sick to her stomach. That meant they were used to it, that this was a common sight. Who would ever get themselves involved in shit like this? How did she end up getting involved in this?

The hours passed and although Lisa prayed that Fedorov would not come back, she knew his appearance was inevitable. The door opened rather suddenly and a dark haired man walked in with a chair, followed closely by Fedorov. The man stood next to Fedorov as he took his seat in front of Lisa and made a show of fixing his suit cuffs. Lisa's stomach churned at the sight of him. Maybe it was his age or his arrogance, but he was much more frightening than Jackson.

"I'm sorry I couldn't visit you sooner, Lisa- is it alright if I call you Lisa?" he questioned, looking with concern into her eyes. Lisa mustered up her best 'screw you, you're a fucking bastard who should go to hell' face, but she was pretty sure Fedorov could see through it. She gripped the arms of the chair to keep herself from shaking so much. It didn't help.

Fedorov took her silence as a yes and continued with his monologue. "Work has been especially strenuous recently. I have your boyfriend to thank for that." He chuckled. He looked amusedly at Lisa as if waiting for her to offer her opinion on the situation, but she said nothing. "You must be curious as to why you are here," he continued, "and I do not blame you in the slightest. To ease your confusion I have decided to be completely honest with you, Lisa. You mean nothing to me. I could kill you now and not have a single regret over the decision." He paused there for effect. Lisa swallowed, sensing that something bad was coming. "You do, however, mean very much to Mr. Rippner." And without hesitation, the man next to him reached out and backhanded Lisa with enormous force. The shock lasted for quite a few seconds before she was able to register the pain. She slowly turned her head back towards Fedorov, her hair creating a veil across her face.

"You see, I have been trying to think of an appropriate punishment for Mr. Rippner. I do not like thieves, especially those who think they can steal from me. So I have decided that the best way to retaliate is to steal something of value from him. That, my dear, is where you come in."

Lisa opened her mouth to clarify the situation. Jackson was not her boyfriend, and despite what he had told her earlier, he probably would not care if she died. She wanted to tell Fedorov that killing her would just be a waste of time. Before she could get any words out, however, a fist connected with her abdomen and all of the air left her body. She felt the pain immediately this time as one of her ribs cracked from the force of the blow. She stayed bent over in her chair, trying and failing to take in a breath of oxygen. Fedorov continued as if nothing had happened.

"Please, I do not want you to get the wrong impression of me. This is not how I normally conduct business." The man beside him laughed at hearing that. "This just seemed the most appropriate way to settle the issue."

At this point Lisa had regained her ability to breathe but she was having difficulty doing so because of the pain in her chest. "Please," she gasped, determined to explain her point of view to Fedorov. "I don't know anything!"

Fedorov laughed quietly to himself. "Oh, I know you don't Lisa. I don't need any information from you, I know everything I need to know."

"Then why am I here? Jackson doesn't care about me; he was going to kill me himself anyway. You can't use me to get to him, you have no leverage."

"I happen to know that Jackson cares very much about what happens to you. Jackson is an obsessive creature, and I believe he will go to great lengths to try and win you back. He will not be able to, of course, but he doesn't know that yet." He whispered this last part as if he was letting Lisa in on a secret.

A shiver went down Lisa's spine when she heard that. She quickly went over everything Jackson had said to her within the past few days, hoping there was something that could help her through this mess. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to focus on anything, but Jackson had all but ignored her this past week so it was not hard to remember their conversations. He had mentioned Fedorov in a fit of frustration, but what had he said? She went over the memory in her mind. "Wait!" she whispered to herself. She lifted her dazed eyes up to meet Fedorov's. "Jackson told me he was set up. He told me he didn't do whatever you're accusing him of doing. He wouldn't lie to me, please, he told me he's innocent!" She couldn't help but keep the edge of hysteria out of her voice. If only she could convince him that Jackson was free of guilt, maybe he would look into it more and let her go. But Fedorov's expression did not change.

"I have already heard what Mr. Rippner has had to say for himself. He has tried to point us in another direction, but all of the evidence seems to continuously point towards him. He has lied to you, my dear. Do not take it to heart."

"Please, I don't-" Lisa's hysteria was cut off by the dark haired man's fist connecting with her jaw. She hardly heard herself cry out in pain and she tasted the copper tang of blood on her lip. She saw Fedorov stand up out of the corner of her eye. "I am sorry, but I am a very busy man and I no longer have time to discuss this with you. I hope you are not under the impression that I care about what happens to you. You are not at all important to me, and from now on I feel no need to meet with you in any way. I do not intend to leave you all alone again, however. I am a hospitable host, despite popular belief. I will send someone in to look after you." And with that, he turned and left the room, his subordinate following him without a second glance towards Lisa.

Lisa turned and spit out the blood filling her mouth. Her entire body hurt but she was sure this wasn't the end. Compared to the situations she had imagined, what had just happened seemed relatively humane. She took the moment of solitude to try and breathe but the pain in her chest caused her to tear up and she resorted to feeble gasps instead. A few minutes later she saw a figure pass in the window. Her heart stopped. The door opened and Riley walked in, cocky as ever. For the first time since her kidnapping she was able to get a good look at the man in front of her. He was tall, taller than Jackson, and had dark brown hair and black eyes. If Lisa was not being held captive by the company this man worked for and had merely seen him walking down the street, she might have given him a second glance. Right now however all she could remember were his hands groping her body in the car. She pulled futilely at the ropes holding her to the chair, never once taking her eyes off of the approaching man.

"Lisa! Long time, no see." He said, smiling brightly. He knelt down in front of her and placed his hands on her thighs. "I was hoping we could get some alone time…" He slid his hand under her skirt and proceeded to stroke against the thin cotton underwear she was wearing. Lisa let loose a frightened sound before biting her lip and trying desperately to keep her legs closed, but Riley was much stronger than she was. He kept them open with his torso, his right hand rubbing slow circles against her heated core and the other tightly groping her breast. Lisa was openly crying now. She tried to form the words needed to beg him to stop but she couldn't quite get any out. She tried to kick him away from her but he was too close and her blows went unnoticed. He continued his slow torture for a few more moments before slipping his fingers underneath her underwear and inside of her, exploring the very place Lisa had kept hidden for so long. She noticed his breathing pick up as he became increasingly more excited.

Suddenly Riley stopped and reached around to his back pocket, producing a long metal blade. Lisa sobbed heavily at the sight, memories flooding her system. Riley laughed at her reaction and proceeded to cut the ropes keeping her to the chair. Lisa was disgusted at the pure glee in his eyes.

He leaned in close, his mouth directly next to her ear. "This is going to be a long night, sweetheart." He glanced over his shoulder and looked upwards, and Lisa followed his gaze. It took her a moment to find what he was looking at, but she soon realized what it was and let out a gasp of horror. For the first time since being in the room, Lisa noticed through her tear filled eyes a small camera hanging from the ceiling. She closed her eyes and began to shut down against the overwhelming fear encompassing her system. 'Jackson, where are you?'

GREG

Greg paid his taxi driver and stepped out of the car, rushing to get to the run-down apartment building in front of him. There was a police officer standing at the entrance who stopped him as he reached for the door handle. "Excuse me, sir. Do you live at this residence?"

"No, I'm here to meet with Detective Jones, she should be expecting me."

"You're Gregory O'Hara? May I see some ID, please?"

Greg handed the officer the appropriate material and was soon allowed entrance to the apartments. The elevator was out of service so he ran upstairs impatiently. As soon as he had heard where Lisa's last known location was, he asked for permission by the police to fly to Australia and meet with the head detective working on Lisa's case. He had to pay for all of his own expenses, of course, but he simply could not wait around in his house anymore. He needed to do something. Right now, he felt like a waste of space and an annoyance to Florida's Police Department, but that was the least of his worries. He was still overwhelmed with guilt for not being able to save Lisa, and he was determined to help in any way possible.

He reached the floor he was looking for and recognized the room by the yellow tape stripped across the open doorway. He gave the officer on guard his name and was soon greeted by a blonde haired woman in a professional skirt and suit jacket. "Mr. O'Hara?" She asked.

"Greg."

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Detective Jones." They shook hands and she led him inside the apartment space which was cluttered with forensic teams.

"Have you found anything?" Greg asked.

"There's not much to go on. The fingerprints we found don't match up with any in our database, besides Lisa's of course. The place was cleaned out before we got here, we only found the place on an anonymous tip. Here," she reached over and handed him an evidence bag. Inside was a piece of computer paper with a short message written across it. 'I no longer have Lisa. Fedorov- 18294298K' "We believe Rippner left this behind. We have heard of this name before, but like Rippner we have very little information on him."

"What are the numbers?"

"We aren't entirely sure. Our experts are looking into it now, but we think it's the Company code Fedorov is working for. This is extremely hard to find, having a code to a terrorist organization is practically unheard of. If this is what we think it is, we will have access to a lot of the Company's monetary transactions, it may help us figure out where they are keeping Lisa."

"Do you think she's alive?"

The woman sighed. "Honestly, I'm not sure at this point. I have a feeling Rippner left this for us to help us find her, which means she was probably alive when he wrote this. It's been hours now though." She shook her head. Greg looked at the note again, completely at a loss for words. If Jackson didn't have her, there was no telling what was happening to her right now.

JACKSON

Almost two days had passed since Fedorov had taken Lisa. Immediately after his confrontation with Fedorov, Jackson had gone back to his apartment and gathered all of his important documents, documents that could potentially lead to his downfall if the police ever got their hands on them. He left a note and called in an anonymous tip to the local law station, giving them the information they needed to find his apartment and look into Fedorov's organization. He had been keeping an eye on the Police ever since and although they were nowhere near finding Lisa, they seemed to be making progress. He was sure Fedorov would have caught wind by now that the cops were looking into him. Hopefully he was too distracted with staying out of their line of sight that it would be easier for Jackson to find and kill him.

The real surprise for Jackson was Greg's appearance. He was still a little beaten up, but he had a determined air about him that Jackson had seen many times throughout his career. He was not worried about Greg becoming a bother – the man had absolutely no skill when it came to this area of expertise - but Jackson was sure that he would not stop looking for Lisa no matter what happened. Jackson was almost annoyed by the devotion this man showed for Lisa, but he shook it off. Now was not the time to entertain petty emotions.

Adam had gotten into contact with Jackson only a few hours after Lisa was taken and insisted that he fly out to help him, and as much as Jackson protested, he was actually a little relieved there was someone he could rely on at this point. Plus, Adam had always been much better at tracking people than Jackson was and he could use his expertise. So Adam had met Jackson in Sydney a day prior and ever since they had devoted their time to finding Fedorov's headquarters. They had very little - almost nothing, actually - to go on. Jackson had caught a glimpse of the last four characters on the SUV's license plate and Adam was in the process of sifting through all of the matching plate numbers in Australia through the DMV's database. Jackson lay back on the motel bed and closed his eyes, willing his headache to go away. They had been at this for hours now and they were no closer to finding Leese than they were a day ago.

"Wait, here's something!" Adam called out from his place at the desk. "A black vehicle has the plate numbers matching the ones you saw…oh wait…nevermind. That's four hundred miles from here…that doesn't make any sense. Sorry."

Jackson sighed and sat up, looking at the papers strewn across the bed. He decided that, because Fedorov wanted Jackson to go looking for him, he would stay close to the area. That didn't help narrow the locations at all, though. The city they were staying in was filled with abandoned buildings and warehouses. There were plenty of places for a man to hide without fear of questioning.

Adam turned and saw Jackson rubbing his forehead in frustration. He got up and walked over to his friend and sat down next to him, sitting in silence for a few moments. "Why is this girl so important?" he finally asked. "What's stopping you from just running right now?"

Jackson had thought about this many times of course. But every time the thought passed through his head he saw an image of Lisa and immediately pushed the proposal away. He felt enormously guilty about putting Lisa through so much shit. He couldn't say why- if you had asked him a week ago how he felt about her he would have experienced an immediate surge of anger and explained to you how she had completely ruined his life. But recent events seemed to have put a lot of things in perspective for Jackson. He was still angry with her, of course. She caused him to fail the Keefe assignment which, in his opinion, was what ultimately got him into this mess. But there was no longer the underlying need to watch her suffer and die. And if she was going to die, Jackson would make sure hell froze over before Fedorov was the one to murder her. Lisa did not deserve the kind of death Fedorov was renowned for dealing out. She was better than that.

"Fedorov found me in a matter of days after I came to Australia. He'd just find me again."

"And the girl?"

Jackson stared at the wall in front of him. "I want to deal with her myself." He lied.

Adam simply nodded and after a moment of silence moved back over to his desk.

A few minutes later Jackson's phone buzzed. He reached over and saw a text from a private number. "I'm not sure how much longer she can last…" It read. There was a video attachment which Jackson uploaded, his heart racing as he waited for the percent bar to reach 100. An image of a small room appeared. There was no sound but he recognized Lisa at once- she was tied to a chair, her body convulsing with unheard sobs. A few seconds later it skipped to another scene, this time with Fedorov sitting in front of Lisa and talking to her while another man beat her mercilessly. A few seconds later the scene was cut off by a third one, this one far more horrifying than the others. Lisa was laying on the floor while another man- who Jackson recognized from his earlier encounter with Fedorov- pounded into her, grabbing Lisa's hair and groping her chest while Lisa screamed in pain and embarrassment. This scene lasted much longer than the previous two. Jackson couldn't take his eyes away from the phone and he watched as Lisa was raped over and over again. Eventually the video ended and the screen went black.

Jackson hadn't noticed Adam standing over him until Adam grabbed the phone out of Jackson's limp hands. "What are you doing?" he asked.

Adam ran back over to his desk, grabbed a UBS cord out of his bag and plugged the phone into his computer. "This is exactly what we needed. Fedorov must really underestimate you; otherwise he wouldn't have contacted you electronically. We can trace this back to the location it was sent from. It'll be tricky, it's probably coded in like five hundred different sequences, but I've done this before. It should work."

Jackson shook himself out of his shock at seeing Lisa so used and vulnerable and walked to stand behind Adam. He had never been great with computers. He was taught hacking skills back when he was a rookie but the opportunity to use the skills never really came up in his line of fieldwork so he lost the ability a while back. Watching Adam work was like watching paint dry, in his opinion, but he had to admit Adam knew what he was doing. He typed in random words and numbers onto encrypted windows and clicked on seemingly meaningless buttons. It took him a while, but eventually Adam pointed at the screen triumphantly. His finger directed Jackson to a spot on a map, to a location he recognized immediately. "And that's where you'll find the bastard." Adam said, smiling widely.

"That's just outside the city, there's a whole bunch of warehouses there. I thought they were being used, though…Some company bought them out, a vitamin corporation…" Jackson stared at the map for a moment longer committing it to memory. "You're sure he's there?"

"That's where the signal came from. I can't guarantee he'll be there, but it's worth a shot."

Jackson nodded turned to begin gathering his things. He whipped open drawers and stacked up the papers on his bed, adrenaline coursing through his veins at finally making headway.

"Whoa, you can't just go in there guns a blazing! You need a plan!"

"I have a plan." Jackson said shortly. He grabbed a small metal safe, brought it over to the bed and opened it, producing a fine assortment of weapons.

"And what is that? Knock on his door and politely ask for Lisa back?"

"No." Jackson stowed a knife in the waistband of his pants and pulled out a gun. He loaded it with ammo and cocked the mechanism, wanting to be fully prepared for what he was about to do. "I'm going to kill Fedorov."

Adam rolled his eyes and made a 'oh yeah, cause that's so easy' gesture. "You realize that is a suicide mission, right?" he asked. Jackson ignored him and continued arming himself. Adam decided against trying to calm him down and reluctantly consented to gathering up weapons of his own. There was no way in hell he was going to dissuade Jackson from going to the warehouses, and there was equally no way he was going to let him go there by himself.

Suddenly Jackson stopped what he was doing and turned to face his friend. "Can you send something to Fedorov?"

"Electronically? Not without alerting him to our location…but if you don't care about that then yeah. What do you want to send him?"

Jackson smiled. It seemed like, for the first time in weeks, things were finally starting to look up for him.

So if things go as planned, there are going to be two more chapters before this story is officially finished. Let me know what you think! REVIEWREVIEWREVIEW. Also, thank you for continuing to read this fanfic! I love you all so much for sticking with me :)