AN; It seems Emily Browning (Catrina/Katie) have a singing career according to suckerpunch...have you heard her sing – amazing!

Munder and Greer were entertaining themselves riding a shopping trolley, they whizzed past a more mature Murphy who was analyzing product labels. Having a family, he had been forced for the sake of his wife to check salt content. He scrutinized that can of soup a few seconds more before he heard some disgruntled cries from down the aisle, he looked up and saw Munder and Greer swerving trying to miss a stack of cans. "Hey!" Murphy snapped, drawing a few customers attention, Munder rode next to him, the trolley already full, and the elder plonked a single can on top of their pile. "Less whiskey more of these."

Not long had he said this Greer returned with some more appropriate items including a teen magazine, it looked very out-of-place among their survival kit.

Munder soon jumped on it. "You're married, and I still think you're a fag."

Greer drew his attention to the item in his hand as if suddenly realizing. "Habit. My daughter's always asking for one, suppose we could get it anyway...for Catrina." Greer struggled, fidgeting with it in his mitts.

"Ain't Catrina like 18? She won't be interested in teen magazines, they're normally for 16s and under." Munder was very receptive, despite being a clown. "18 year olds go for the real magazines, fashion and make-up."

Murphy blinked. "That's if she into that kind of thing...she could be a tom boy?" Realizing he didn't know much about the girl in question, despite the dozens of letters. "I think Epps and Dodge are in charge of what their daughter needs." He shrugged it off, returning the magazine to a random shelf.

"That's if she's still alive."

Everyone shot a wary look at Munder, and he sheepishly moved on with the trolley. "I'll go look for Santos."

Jack and Catrina were in some abandoned shack near the harbour. They were perched on an overturned boat, both willing the other to speak first and spoil the silence. They had been driving for about an hour before they dumped their car precariously close to a cliff edge. In the moments leading up to parking the car, Jack had recklessly put his foot down on the peddle and charged through a fence and bombarded up a hill towards the cliff as if they were going to recreate the climax of Thelma and Louise, but a single shriek from Catrina brought the perilous trek to an end. It seemed to her a ploy to gauge a reaction out of her, and she scowled at her driver, who didn't relent.

She shifted on the rough surface, drawing the eye of her dedicated stalker. She winced yanking a shard of wood from her thigh. "Nice Place." She murmured.

"Yes well, I didn't really think far ahead...didn't expect you to run away... didn't expect the station to be riddled with demons." He tossed a net he had been toying with to the other side of the shack.

She scratched her arm, allowing the resulting sound to sooth her."Why are you keeping me?" She finally breathed. "You are gaining nothing, sure you're irritating my parents to no end, but that could be something I do every day, so really you're like a stubborn teenager." She said a matter of factly.

"Probably should have took you when you were young...I could have brought you up as my own, I didn't, I can't take care of kids, and what the fuck would they turn out like if I was their father."

"Extremely fucked up." Catrina added not looking up, and she heard Jack snort.

She blanched as Jack jumped up, he approached a window. The limited light gave the room jagged shadows, and the deafening silence gave her impression that supernaturally they weren't alone. "There's nothing out here, we're safe for now."

"Well that's a relief."She was prompted by Jack's pacing and gathered herself. "What was the plan, to keep me for the rest of my life until my parents die? Or drop me off in their old age, because surely other kidnap victims families move on...they may keep looking, or assume I'm dead, but you at the end you will have nothing."

Jack had propped himself against the window and was taking out a cigarette. "I won't have nothing." Catrina raised a brow at this. His lips sealed around the tip and he lit it before taking a drag. "I would have their anguish, and most importantly, I would have you." Catrina wasn't sure if he had intended to frighten her with that but it came out so sentimental, she shuddered with a feeling she couldn't quite identify.

It seemed a waste of time doing everything to just hurt someone, and she briefly wondered if he was doing it all because he was lonely. Jack seemed to shuffle uncomfortably by the window and mumble something inaudible, he might have been listening to her thoughts. And yet he didn't deny it?

"You have no idea what you're doing, do you?" She said simply, and she had the audacity to analyse under an innocent gaze, she smirked when he suddenly looked defensive.

"Oh I know what I'm doing, you think by making me doubt myself is going to lower my defences...then you're wrong." He said with so much conviction she couldn't hold anymore glee, she sat up straighter allowing him to look over her darkly.

"Doubt yourself, why would you say a thing like that?..That's unless you are beginning to doubt yours-"

"-Oh shut the fuck up." He drawled. "I don't need some snotty nose kid telling me how I feel."

She gapped. "You still see me as a child, and this is how you would treat children, you have done some dodgy stuff with me...you're right, you would be a terrible father." She concluded tersely, a silence followed, took up with Jack puffing on his cigarrette and blowing smoke into the air.

Her head fell into her hands defeated, everything was dragging on, though a lot faster than it was in her normal life. When she lived at home she was comfortable, but at the back of her mind she felt she was a burden, average grades, couldn't get a job, a dull boyfriend, and party-centric mates. Now she was out of the house, being missing didn't require to have a job or have a boyfriend, no parties. That was an alarming thought – she could get used to this. She jumped as the man pushed away from the window and made his way towards her. She traced his movements until the boat creaked as he sat down beside her.

"You cut yourself." His hand hesitantly rose to her hairline under her swept back fringe, she automatically jolted at the contact of his cool fingers tips against her warm forehead.

She snapped. "Ouch!" She nearly jarred her neck avoiding a further sting. She was about to touch herself but Jack stopped her, easing her hands down with his callous ones. "What are you doing?" She said almost meekly, staring straight ahead of her. His hand flattened against her head almost as if he was monitoring her temperature.

"You know I've been shot as well." Jack immediately zoned in on her arm, his face inches from the wound, he pressed his finger into it, and Catrina cursed him. "I'll sort it out myself." She jibbed slipping away.

"I'm sure you can, it's just a harmless flesh wound." Not sounding at all sympathetic.

"Easy for you to say, you're completely unscathed."

"Wrong. You've damaged my trust in you, I gave you a little freedom and you squandered it." He bit, the glow from the cigarette the only indication he was still in the shack as he avoided all sources of natural light.

"I took a chance, what any right minded person would do in the circumstances." She pleaded her case. "I wasn't to know your friends were out there hunting for me. I seem to attract trouble."

He laughed, a genuine laugh. "Yeah, true, but you know why?..Your parents, they made a deal with the devil to set things in motion, and I'm sticking to a plan while maintaining my job...which seems to have comeback and bit me in the ass!" He exclaimed, which was followed by a very long smoky drag. "I was the fucking best. I was goood"

"Are you sure that's tobacco you're smoking?" She scoffed, prompting Jack to discard his stick with a humoured huff. During the suspended silence that followed, his hand hovered over her wound again, as if toying with the idea of pressing his thumb into it and drawing a cry from her. She quickly repositioned himself to avoid any more pain to be inflicted upon her. Her bloodstained scrubs were very unflattering, and she wanted to change so badly. "Did you have to take my clothes?" She grumbled scrutinizing herself. "Was it you all along?" Thinking back to the med student.

Jack did a double take. "Oh, so that's with the get up...this Lisa give it to you." He stiffly smiled. "Nice...very pink."

Catrina screwed her face up."So you weren't in the room when I undressed, you didn't offer me an internal examination...?" It was an understatement she was more than relieved.

"Wow got there a little late, didn't I?" He mumbled, and Catrina would have slapped him, he fortunately continued. "No I wasn't there then, you ran into me in the hall remember..."

"You were smoking in the lounge of course." She chimed. "I suppose she's dead then?" She queried with a bitter edge to her voice.

"No, she's lying unconscious in the lounge, I was actually smoking with her, I was drawn to the room by the sweet smell of tobacco and I got chatting with her, then we heard the gun shots and just before she could investigate I knocked her out and borrowed her form...the rest you can fill in."

Catrina didn't know if she could believe he had let Lisa off that lightly, he would have probably played with her innards while she writhed around in agony.

"Enough!" Jack announced over loudly to the empty space in front of him, and Catrina was clueless. "Do you want me to live up to those expectations?" It was a very strange question, probably hypothetical..."Just stop thinking, you're doing it very loudly lately, you have a constant inner monologue running through your head, you use to be a complete mystery...very silent, and only occasionally I would tune into Catrina Radio, now I can hear you...judging me."

Catrina was speechless, she gapped. "You're offended, it really does bother you what other people think-"

"Oh no, don't you do that, trying to embarrass me."

Catrina smirked. "Look at you, being all...human, you're masculinity is being challenged." She began to laugh, and the man frowned, making her laugh harder.

"It's not going to work, you should be embarrassed-"Catrina began to quieten, wondering what he meant, he continued tersely. "You talking about your ordinary meaningless life, lonely...yet you have friends who seem a lot more active than you, and a boyfriend, who is dull. Sob stories of a heroin."

She blinked. "I'm no heroin, and I've had to carry on...it's a good job I have, despite the pending doom, I had a right to be on edge and drive people away, I chose to be lonely."

"And yet you moan."

"I don't moan, I just get bored." She announced defensively, and Jack had the audacity to pat her back patronizingly. "You dragged me into this, you dragged my family into this." She shrugged him off, but immediately felt a pang in her arm from the unsterile wound and winced. "Oh ow I think the bullet is still in there."

"Let me see." Jack coaxed her into allowing him to extensively prod and exam her. "This is what I've wanted to do before it gets inflamed." Catrina didn't have a chance to ask, he pushed his finger deep into the flesh, Catrina nearly shredded her lip biting down, he seemed to know what he was doing – hurting her. Jack's expression was of solid concentration, it distracted her from the searing pain and the tickle of warm blood rolling down her arm. It was like he was touching the bone, she felt something click and she had to look, against her better judgement; the flesh on her arm was puckering at the back and was completely stained red, his finger couldn't be seen, just as she thought she could see the tip poking out, something small and metallic dropped and bounced off the boat. It was unmistakably the bullet, more pain followed as he retracted his finger, the blood was pouring out of her like a slowly running tap and she could literally feel it draining out of her face. She was conscious of the noise she was making, a cross between a hum and a groan.

Catrina noticed his foot seemed to toy with the bullet on the floor, testing it's sturdiness by rolling it beneath his shoe, in her dazed like state from the blood loss she started to roll back on the overturned boat, she didn't go very far with Jack's hand suddenly appearing on her thigh holding her down. She huffed as her descent was interrupted and he dragged her by her dodgy arm back into a sitting position. She smiled drunkardly up at him. "Maybe you could use your voodoo and seal the wound." It would be useful, despite her anxiousness of seeing him perform any voodoo tricks.

It take didn't take much effort to inch her closer, she positively sagged into him. He shifted her hair so he could whisper in her ear. "I'm afraid I can't knit flesh and bone together."

"But you can bring people back?" She murmured downwards, her head pressed into the crook of his neck. "Are you punishing me?"

"Oh Cat, did you not try and call home?" Jack rasped against her hypersensitive shell. "I detected your presence around a phone you had recently used...how's mom and dad?"

The gentleness of it had her on edge and she clumsily shoved him back to take him in. "Please tell me you haven't done something to my mom and dad." She gulped as he caressed the fingers she had pressed into his chest.

"I think they have enough to worry about, don't you think? Besides I really don't want to travel that far...not even to watch them weep." He said rather maliciously, she didn't have the energy to swipe at him, and he could read it off her, he simply chuckled at her state. "Look at you, being all human." He echoed back to her mockingly, she grimaced as her injury panged but still steadily held his gaze.

"Shut up."

"Does being human offend you?" He grinned, working his hand up her arm and inching back into his original position. "Never be ashamed of what you are." He added with so much resent she wondered if he ever remembered being one of her. "The answer's no." He retorted to her telepathic question.

Catrina dipped her head so their heads wouldn't collide as he jostled forward. "I bet you do..." It was like they were both drunk teenagers on the verge of laughing at each other. Catrina felt the words on the tip of her tongue, it was snide and she didn't even know if it would gauge a reaction. "Paddy O'Reilly."

His sneer fell, and he became stilted with the strange revelation and old memories. Catrina no longer wanted to feel so vulnerable and positioned the way she was, she wanted to die when his face contorted and his hand flew up to seize a fistful of her hair. She had him bearing down on top of her with sickening hissing and growls of fury. "DON'T YOU FUCKING SAY THAT TO ME!" She thought her scalp was being peeled away from her cranium. "WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT...WHERE DID YOU FUCKING HEAR THAT?"

She was using his shirt to lift herself up to ease the tension off her scalp, and to avoid the spit. "I didn't hear it...I saw, I could only imagine the term being applied to you." She began, not fearing for her life but for the demon to get back in its box. "It's been used hasn't it...while you were growing up...you can remember can't you?" Heavy breathing was all she could hear and she didn't want to take in the sight of his anger. "What happened to not being ashamed of who you are?" She tried, the hand that was on her arm moved to her throat, and she gasped, her hand shooting to the pressure point.

"I am not ashamed, because I am not one of them, never was...I was American, my mother on the other hand-"

"Was Irish, shouldn't you stick up for it?" Catrina rasped. "Or did you try and get beaten down, is that what made you like this?" She felt herself on the verge of blacking out, her legs had already gone numb and her mouth dry.

Jack jerked her face closer to his, but was no longer able to feel his hot breath. "You shouldn't go sneaking around poking into other people's business." He released and she crumpled to the floor gasping and coughing trying to draw a breath through her bruised windpipe. Catrina had hoped he would just walk away and leave her there, storm out like he usually did – run away from his problems. "Oh – you would like that wouldn't you?" He said voice thick with venom.

A shiver consumed her, not believing what she was about to say. "No actually, I would like to die...so finish me!" She clawed at the dirt before stumbling to her feet. "Do what you do best."

The atmosphere was hostile, she didn't know how the shack's foundation could stand it. Blue eyes pierced the dark, they were so cold it burned. "No I'm afraid you going to live a very long time."