A/N: Just because I haven't said it in a while, a heartfelt thank you goes out to purplangel for her beta work and guidance in this story. All would be naught but for her.

Kate wakes slowly from her drug induced stupor and tries to get her eyes to focus. She is in some kind a large room that looks almost like a master bedroom. It has a California King bed and a night stand with lamp, but no additional furniture. There is a bright overhead light that is burning with an intensity that keeps her from opening her eyes fully just yet. She has difficulty focusing on anything else further away, but there appears to be a bathroom off the bedroom. There are two doors with one being to the bath and the other probably an exit door. The windows are all dark. She's not sure whether it is night or the windows are blacked out. She does not remember how she got here nor does she have any idea how long she has been unconscious. All she is sure of is her head is pounding and there is a sharp pain in the side of her neck. She can barely move her body and she knows then she has been drugged and abducted. However, her mind is coming back to clarity quite quickly.

She knows she is in great peril. 'Where am I and where is Rick?' she thinks, 'I hope he knows I'm gone and he's looking for me. God, I pray he is not in danger also. Surely Rick and the boys are looking for me right now.

What will I do if he can't find me?'

Understanding what has happened to the other girls that are either missing or possibly have met the same fate as Janice Goodnight, she knows she has to get herself moving so she starts working to get out of bed. It takes all her strength just to sit up in the bed. After she gets to that point, she swings her legs over the side of the bed and sits still for a minute, trying to get the room to stop spinning. This is like the morning after a Tequila night. Her head is splitting, her neck hurts and she is so dizzy she is sure she cannot walk yet. She tries to call on her training and conditioning and force herself to rise from the bed, but as soon as she tries to stand, her pounding headache and the extreme vertigo slams her back to the bed.

'OK, think Kate, how do I get to the bathroom if I can't walk?' She rolls off the bed and falls to the floor then crawls on all fours across the floor to the bathroom. She hopes the door will lock after she gets there, but she's not holding her breath on that possibility. She makes about ten feet and her arms are about to give out. She pushes back to sit on her haunches to give her arms a break and then tries again.

Finally making it to the bathroom, she pulls herself up by the doorknob and closes the door.

NO LOCK.

She looks around for something to jam the door, but the only thing in the bathroom is a toilet, sink and shower. Nothing of any help. She tries to stand at the sink, but she is too weak and dizzy to make it. She is on her knees now and tries to reach the faucets so she can splash cold water in her face to help wake her.

She feels as helpless as a newborn child, not able to fend for herself. However, she also feels the effects of the drug wearing off. If she just stays on her knees and breathes deeply, maybe she will push through the weakness and vertigo. Just another couple of minutes.

After a short break, she tries again and is pleasantly surprised to find herself on her feet at the sink, reaching for the faucet. She finds a hand towel on the counter and dries her face after splashing it with water. Running water over her wrists is refreshing in itself and helps to pull her out of the drug induced haze. She sees the needle mark on her neck and knows how she was drugged.

'Now just how did that happen?' she asks herself. 'Where was I last before I blacked out?'

She remembers being at the precinct in the past, working on the case. Yes, they left to go to the club; she danced there last night, or the night before, she doesn't remember anything more at least. She talked to some of the girls about disappearances and about Sable, but the dancers she needed to talk to were on the next night, so she was going back to the club again. Rick was going to be there with Jade she thinks, but that is about where things start to get fuzzy.

She looks at herself in the mirror again and notices she has the clothes on she was wearing when she left for the club. That is definitely a good sign for her right now. At least nothing bad has happened to her, not yet, anyway.

Her thinking is slowly becoming clearer and she is starting to remember more of the night at the club. She arrived with Rick and Jade, but went around to the side door where the dancers enter. Espo watched her as she went through the door; she remembers nodding to him slightly as she moved through the dancer's entrance. Rick and Jade were already in the club when she entered. She remembers she was walking down the hall to the dressing rooms and a man was standing in the hall with a large trunk on wheels, like a theatrical trunk that is used to haul props around from one set to another. She had thought it was strange when she saw it. She was just about to pass the man when everything goes dark after she feels a needle prick in her neck. Now she is in the bathroom of wherever she has been taken.

She guesses she has been awake for about an hour but she still has no concept of lapsed time. Whether she's been gone for two hours or two days, she hasn't a clue, but her mental and physical faculties are returning rapidly. She can stand upright without support and is just barely dizzy now. Her body still feels weak, but is much better than when she regained consciousness. Maybe she will find a way out of this room yet.

But things are not to go that way. Just as she was thinking more positively, the other door opens and, from the sounds of it, a man and woman enter the room. The door closes with a bang and they start to speak to each other.

"Well, looks like sleeping beauty is awake already. Tougher than we thought," the woman says.

"Yeah, this one is a livewire. Will bring a good return for the boss," the guy returns. That statement strikes fear in Kate's heart.

"Well, let's convince her to get ready for the boss, one way or the other. We have everything we need to win her cooperation. All we have to do is let her know who is in charge and what the consequences are and she will do whatever we tell her," the woman laughs wickedly. "This will be fun since she is so tough, but remember, the boss doesn't want any visible damage to the merchandise.

"OK, you can come out from the bathroom now," the man sneers. Kate looks out from the door and doesn't like what she sees at all. They man is very large and muscled, but has Russian mob tattoos. He is obviously the enforcer of the two. The woman is tall, dark haired and very pretty. They both speak with an accent that is not what she would recognize as from one of the New York City boroughs. What really causes her fear is the woman is holding some clothing in her arms. Very skimpy clothing.

"Come out here and put this on,' the woman says.

"Yeah, over my dead body," Kate yells at her.

"Well, that can be arranged very easily," the guy says with so much malice in his voice it makes Kate shiver and retreat slightly. He looks like he would more than enjoy punishing Kate for any perceived transgression on her part.

Kate asks exactly what is going on and the woman says to her, "You put this lingerie on and then our boss will be in to talk with you. If you don't cooperate, my rather large friend will assist you in dressing. He might enjoy your womanly charms as he helps you get dressed. It is all your choice but one way or the other, you will be wearing this outfit when he comes in."

Kate looks at the vile sneer on the Russian's face and decides she had best cooperate with the woman, because she remembers what had happened to Janice and she wants to prevent that at all costs. She is terrified that she is not going to make it out of here, never see Rick again and will suffer the same horrors as dJanice. She has to stay alive and somewhat in control of at least herself to have any chance of escaping.

"OK, I'll change into . . .," she says, shaking her hand at the 'clothes' the woman is holding. The woman lays them on the bed and they both prepare to leave the room. Kate notices the fog has lifted almost completely and she has finally fully regained her thought processes and starts to think like a Detective again. First thing she does is look around for a way out and sees only the door. She checks it and finds it locked from the outside and no way of unlocking from her side. The windows are too high to reach without assistance and there is nothing to use as a ladder or stepstool. Then she looks for any possible surveillance equipment and sees cameras in two opposite corners. The mere fact there are cameras watching her fills her with dread and trepidation.

The woman calls out from the other room just before she leaves, "And the boss wants you sitting against the headboard of the bed when he comes in. For your sake, you better be there."

They knock on the door and it opens from the outside, leaving no hope for exit once the door closes.

She takes the clothes from the bed and retreats to the bathroom, checking for cameras in that small room. Fortunately she can see none in this room.

She lays her new outfit out on the basin counter and finds there is not much there. Only a white bustier with pink lace trim around the bodice and a large pink bow between her breasts. The entire bustier was transparent lace except the cups that would somewhat cover her breasts. The bustier was fitted with long garter straps for her white thigh high stockings. The white thong was a tiny triangle of transparent lace with very thin straps around her hips and between her thighs, leaving her rear end completely bare. 'That won't cover much at all,' Kate thought. Not good at all and the sight of the skimpy clothing only increases her fear.

Kate slowly removes all her clothes and starts to slide the thong up her long legs. Then the bustier goes on around her ribcage, just barely covering her nipples and pushing her breasts up like a Victoria Secret model. Finally the stockings are in place and she puts her heels back on to at least give her some kind of known comfort. She waits in the bathroom until she works up the courage to move in to the bedroom and sits on the edge of the bed. Remembering what the woman said, she slides up to the headboard of the bed, leaning up against the leather. She pulls her arms up and rests them on the top of the headboard, looking every bit the seductress she would envision Jade would be in this situation. She hears a voice talking to the two previous visitors outside the bedroom.

A voice she knows well from her past.

'Shit! This really isn't good,'