AN: Thank you to Wren Calhoun, crazyobsession101, Arwennicole, marcallie, langely, LaRieNGuBleR, anon, cm-fan, muccia12, gohan108 for reviewing. All of the feedback to the last chapter was INCREDIBLE and I really appreciate it!

I hope you all enjoy this chapter; it is a little broken up because a lot is happening at once. Also, I tried very hard to keep the characters in-character, while fitting them into the situation of the story. I think you'll understand better what I mean once you've read it. There are some content warnings for potential language, violence and suggestive themes; though I'm sure you expect that with this story by now. I apologize it took me so long to post today, but the site was giving me some trouble. Onto the story!

Spencer was sure to make every effort in processing what he saw of the compound as he was led through the main building by Tony's man. It was at this moment that he was glad to have an eidetic memory. If he later found himself racing through the compound, JJ in tow, he would be able to recall exactly which way to go; at least in terms of what he had seen compared to what he hadn't. He knew exactly how to get back to the main door through which he had entered with Dell earlier.

Now, as he found himself being walked deeper and deeper into the compound, Spencer was very happy that he had another strong night of sleep the previous night, thanks to the sleeping pills. He felt mentally strong and he was going to need to be. From what he could read of Tony's face in that room, he knew the man had something up his sleeve. Spencer had entered the room knowing he couldn't trust the man to begin with, but now he had the sense that the man could truly be psychotic based off some of the small nuances of Tony's behavior.

They reached the end of the long, winding hall, having travelled further from the main door. Spencer followed Tony's man as they traversed down a wooden set of stairs that ended at the beginning of another long hallway that looked very similar to the previous one. Spencer couldn't be sure, but he almost wondered if he were now technically underground. He had tried to ask the man leading him questions as they went, but so far the man had been rather unfriendly and non-responsive.

Spencer continued to scan the area around him, making sure to keep a confident demeanor, meeting the eyes of those he passed as they shot him looks and appraised him. He wanted to get a sense for what he was getting himself into, beyond Tony, and from what he could tell, most of the people in the colony didn't seem to be threatening. There were plenty of women, but there were also children; it wasn't just a male colony.

This presented an interesting dynamic to Spencer. It almost suggested to him that perhaps there were two worlds to this colony. One that was strict, and potentially devoutly religious, intent on living a simple life and avoiding conflict with the outside world. The other world was the one led by Tony, the underground side, the side that maybe some members of the colony didn't even suspect was taking place. Sure, they would have to have their suspicions, but if Spencer were to reveal to them some of the darker happenings, he almost believed that some of them would truly be blindsided.

Walking further down the hallway, Spencer noted the large man heading in their direction. Immediately, he recognized the man to be the one the team had seen on the surveillance camera at the video store, buying the trackers that had been affixed to the SUVs. As he drew closer in proximity to the man, Spencer realized they still hadn't identified the man, but Spencer could clearly tell it was him. He tried not to stare at the man too hard, but rather looked at him through his periphery as they passed on the hallway, the other man appearing to not give a second thought to him as they walked by each other.

Spencer turned his attention back ahead, realizing that Tony's man in front of him was slowing to a halt. They stopped in front of a wooden door, the wood unfinished, giving the impression that the room may still be a work in progress which Spencer found to be a little odd. He also noted that Tony's man pulled out an older-styled key from his pocket to unlock the door. Using the key, the lock gave way and the man motioned for Spencer to enter the room after he had turned the light on.

Spencer cautiously stepped forward, peering into the room carefully. It suddenly became very apparent to him that this was in fact not a bedroom, but something else. It was something that merely confirmed his suspicions about whether or not Tony was onto him. A hard push to his back from the man behind him and Spencer realized it was truly game on.

/

Paul waited until he had rounded the corner to stop and take a deep breath. His brain was spinning from what he had just seen. This latest development had been unexpected; at least coming at this time.

Paul had been going about his business as usual, returning from another long day of work, when suddenly it all hit him by seeing that man. Tony had screwed up, royally. And, whether Tony knew it or not, his reign at the colony would come to an end real quick. Now Paul just had to find a way to cover his own ass, to build some sort of compromise, to ensure that he wouldn't spend the rest of his life in jail, and so that he could finally take his rightful place as the colony's leader.

The site he had seen in the hallway made him need a minute to re-gather himself. As he had walked down the hallway, towards John and the other man, he quickly remembered who the other man was.

Flashing back, Paul recalled sitting in the truck, bored, waiting while Cal continued to scout out the precinct in preparation of making their grab later that day. He had just happened to glance over at the precinct when a taxi cab had pulled up, letting a skinny, nerdy-looking man out in front of the walkway. While Paul's vision wasn't the best, he had grabbed a set of lookers they had stored in the glove compartment so as to be more discreet when scouting out the blonde target from afar. Looking through the binoculars, Paul had been surprised to see the FBI credentials and standard issued glock situated around the skinny man's waist. This was the only reason the man had left an impression on Paul; because he would've never guessed the man to be a full blown FBI agent.

Now, as Paul stood around the corner, back to the wall, he knew it was the same man. When they had passed, Paul had noticed the skinny man looking at him from the corner of his eye. But Paul had been so deep in thought it wasn't until he had realized he knew the man that the idea made him freeze. Now he stood there, processing the information, realizing that if one FBI agent was here, undercover or not, then the rest of the group couldn't be too far behind.

The pretty blonde, Jennifer's, friends were here to rescue her. They had tracked down the colony, as Paul had suspected they might from the moment Tony had pointed her out to him and told him she was the one they were going to grab. The plan, it appeared, was going to fail after all, just as Paul had suspected it was doomed to be.

Now, he had a choice to make. He could either go down in a blaze of glory, doing what was supposed to be his duty in helping to protect Tony and the colony. Or, he could protect the colony from Tony by handing the man over to the law enforcement agents, finding a way to help the two FBI agents currently in the compound in the process.

Either option would be dangerous. Trying to help the FBI after all he had done, after carrying out the woman's kidnapping and sitting by while he had a strong idea of what Tony was doing to her and doing nothing to stop it, would be tricky and might not necessarily work.

But to Paul, it may prove to be his best option. Tony was due for a comeuppance and Paul felt almost more than happy to assist in just that. As long as the colony didn't feel betrayed and realized that he was truly acting out of the best interests of the group. He knew of some of the illegal undertakings Tony was involved in behind the scenes, but Paul was pretty sure that many in the group were not. It was time to expose Tony for who he was, and it was time to get rid of Tony once and for all. This meant to start, trying to get the FBI on his side, so things would hopefully work in his favor.

Taking a deep breath, Paul pushed himself from the wall and rounded back around the corner from which he had come. He could already hear sounds coming from the room where John had led the skinny FBI agent. Not seeing another option, Paul decided to take his chances, and open the door.

/

"I asked you a question! Who is he?!" Tony growled, his eyes dangerously dark and angry looking.

JJ's head was spinning, her cheek still stinging and her ear ringing from the resounding slap she had just sustained.

"You don't want to give me an answer?!" He roared, shaking her viciously in his grip.

"Tony, please." JJ was almost surprised to find herself pleading, but the man appeared to be in an exceedingly dangerous state of mind and her head was still spinning. She was going to have to think fast if she wanted to talk herself out of this one.

"You don't deserve any sympathy, especially if you've been lying to me this whole time! I know you know who he is, now tell me!" Tony threatened, raising his hand as if to strike her again.

"Wait!" JJ shouted louder, causing him to freeze his hand in place above his head.

Tony eyed her as she paused. JJ tried her damndest to soften her face, to look more seductive and willing, to hide her fear. She needed to reach him on an emotional level so that she could do so on a physical level, it was the only way to distract him.

"I'm waiting." Tony grumbled, becoming impatient.

"Please Tony, don't do this. He's not important. All that matters is that we're here…together…you have me…all alone." JJ began, bringing her arms up and wrapping them tenderly around his neck.

"Don't you think we could spend our time here, together, being more productive?" She suggested softly, forcing herself to stand on her tiptoes and bring her lips to his cheek. Tony's hand lowered and JJ could feel his muscles relax just a little.

"That man…" he began.

"Means nothing to me…" JJ finished, whispering, as she ghosted her lips over his.

Trying not to gag, she kissed him with all the passion she could muster, her hands rubbing his tense shoulder muscles in an effort to relax him. Gradually, she could feel him begin to melt in her arms as she forced her tongue inside his mouth, teasing him. As nauseous as it made her feel, JJ forced herself to compartmentalize, telling herself that her actions really meant nothing, and that this was truly a matter of life or death. The stakes had clearly been raised.

"Come on To-ny…let's have some fun…" She cooed, her lips kissing a similar path on his body as he had done to her many times over.

While he had obviously relaxed some, JJ could still feel his resistance to her advances. He still felt threatened, he still wanted answers. Unfortunately, she was going to have to try a little harder.

Grabbing one of his hands, she brought it gently up to her face, delicately kissing each of his fingertips as she eyed him. When she had completed her task, she guided the hand to the opening of her shirt and brought it down to her chest, letting his fingers find their way inside her bra.

"Isn't this better?" She asked as she stared at him intently. She removed her hands from his, allowing his to do the work on its own now. Ignoring the feel of his touch, she continued about her mission.

"We can do anything you like tonight. I'm sorry I made you angry…I'm tired of fighting. I want to make it up to you." She smiled almost shyly, forcing her eyes to remain locked on his after giving him another kiss on the cheek.

She could see the internal debate going on inside of his head. She knew how much he wanted her, how long he had been waiting for this moment. JJ told herself it was now or never to go all out. Her hands were free; she wasn't under the influence of drugs. This may be the only opportunity she got. Four days worth of futile struggles, both physical and mental, had built up to this moment and it was time for her to play her hand.

"This is what you wanted…isn't it?" She said seductively, forcing her hips against his, grinding her body on his.

"Yes…" Tony's lips finally turned up into a smile as he watched her.

He enjoyed the feel of her tight little body against his, the feel of her creamy skin beneath his fingertips. She was intoxicating. The rage he felt earlier had simmered. Looking at her red, bruising cheek, he felt upset with himself that he had lost his temper with his beautiful woman.

Now she was his and she was going to make things up to him. It was music to his ears, the moment he had wanted so badly; when she would willingly give herself to him. They could both enjoy each other, fully, lovingly as it was meant to be.

"Close your eyes Tony…" JJ requested lightly.

Hesitating for just a moment, he did as she asked when he felt her small hand travel lower from its spot on his neck. His body tingled as he felt the trail her small fingers teased down his chest, to his stomach, and then lower to his groin. He tensed, groaning in pleasure when she cupped him.

"That feels good…doesn't it?" JJ whispered seductively against the edge of his ear.

"You know it does, baby." He replied with a smile.

"Good…I bet you're going to enjoy this part even better…" JJ continued, making sure her other hand was still placed where it needed to be on his neck.

"I can't wait…" Tony groaned with anticipation.

Without giving it a second thought, JJ abruptly moved into action, taking the one chance she knew she had left. She dug her fingers harder into his groin, until she knew the pleasure would turn into discomfort. Tony's face began to contort, his eyes about to open. With one swift motion, JJ let go of her grip on him and brought her knee up hard, making sure not to miss this time.

Tony grunted and his eyes shot open as her knee caught him square between the legs. With her other hand on his neck, JJ tugged with all her might to rip the new chain, and the key attached to it, from his neck.

Tony bent forward, moving to protect his sore man region. He wasn't quick enough however before JJ was able to added a second blow with her knee. He howled in pain, instinctively crumpling to his knees after the second shot.

"Son of a bitch!" He yelped, in too much pain to even notice that JJ had ripped the key from around his neck once again.

JJ took a step back, preparing her next move, knowing that two blows to the groin would not be enough to buy herself the needed time. Twisting her body, she shot her leg forward and roundhouse-kicked the hunched over man in his chest. He fell back to the floor on impact, and JJ gasped out in pain at the feel of one of her toes breaking from the contact with his solid chest.

"Shit." She cursed under her breath as the toe began to throb. She didn't have any time to worry about that right now however, reminding herself that her life and her freedom were at stake.

As Tony struggled to stand, JJ rushed him, using her other foot to land a solid blow to the side of his head. She watched as Tony's head snapped back violently, and he landed back on the floor in a heap, unmoving.

Tempted as she was to check and see if he truly was out cold, JJ knew she didn't have the time to waste and she had seen too many movies to be baited into that potential trap. Keeping her distance from him, she limped slightly to the door, the pain her foot was in dully in the back of her mind.

Her hands shook from adrenaline, just as they had during her last escape attempt, making it more challenging than it should've been to fit the key into the lock. Her body rushed with excitement when the lock gave way and she was able to fling the door open.

Quickly, she ran down the long hallway, images of her previous escape from the room flashing in her mind. Her brain suddenly warned her to watch out for John, but then she remembered he had accompanied Spencer to wherever he had been taken to. She was home free from that threat.

With no other obstacles in her path, she made it to the staircase. She raced down the steps, her brain telling her to slow down so as to not fall and end her escape attempt prematurely. Reaching the bottom successfully, she whipped her head around from side to side, the excitement, the adrenaline, the fear, all mixed together making it hard for her to think straight. She needed to remember how to get back to the lounge. She doubted that Spencer was still there, but she knew it would at least bring her closer to him, and, in all likelihood, closer to her way out of this building.

Glancing from left to right once more, JJ knew she would have to make her choice and quick. She could hear the sound of footsteps as they began to thunder down the staircase behind her.

/

Spencer stumbled forward into the room after the push in the back. He had been able to get a quick glance at the room and saw that it was in fact not a bedroom. More like a holding cell.

The room was rather empty, and had a dank, musty feel to it. Besides the set of restraints near one of the pillars, and a wooden table full of instruments of all types against one of the walls, the room was bare. Spencer had hoped for a comfy bedroom, not that he had any intent of staying there to begin with, but he almost expected a room like this instead. He had a gut feeling that Tony knew something wasn't right, and now this confirmed it. 'The special guest room' as Tony had called it, was nothing more than a holding cell and potential torture chamber.

Spencer's senses were on high alert after the man, John, pushed him in, entering and closing the door behind them after having done so.

"What's…" Spencer began, turning, only to be met by a hard blow to the face. As Spencer tumbled to the floor, he cursed himself for not being ready for the instantaneous action. The big man towered over Spencer, looming large with his fists balled.

"I don't understand…" Spencer tried to continue the act but the man was having none of it. He advanced on Spencer quickly, threateningly.

Spencer thrashed out, kicking the man in the knee, buying himself enough time to get to his feet. Immediately he stood at the ready as the man recovered and growled at him. The man lowered his head and charged at him, but Spencer was ready, quickly dodging to the side. With the man's back to him, Spencer kicked him in the back of the knee and punched him just beneath his shoulder blade. The man stumbled, crashing head long into the post where the restraints were.

"This doesn't have to happen, we can end this here." Spencer offered as he watched the man dab at the blood trickling down his forehead from where a gash had opened.

"Oh, this is going to end here alright." The man shot back angrily.

He charged at Spencer again, this time stopping short rather than lunging like during his previous attempt. Spencer was a little surprised by this move, but he was still able to compensate, landing a blow flush to the man's nose, breaking it.

The man took a couple of steps back, holding his bleeding face as Spencer advanced on him. While the man easily outweighed him, it was apparent the man was over confident by his given size advantage. He was underestimating Spencer, he wasn't fighting smart, rather attacking with brute force and wild, inaccurate punches.

Unfortunately for Spencer, just as he was getting the upper hand, he misjudged one of the blows, catching a glancing shot to the side of his face. With a huff Spencer spun around and crashed painfully into the bolted-down wooden table.

The large man quickly fired a pair of blows into his kidney while crushing his body against the table. The rain of blows began to come more quickly and fiercely, the energy slowly draining from Spencer's body. He had gone to having the upper hand to finding himself in a precarious spot without much to defend himself with.

Spencer was able to free one of his arms, reaching for anything on the table that may be to his assistance. John noticed this and quickly gripped the arm firmly up by the shoulder, right where Spencer's gunshot wound was located. Spencer bit his lip to keep from yelling out in pain, but a loud grunt still escaped from his throat. Noticing the flinching action of the man he had pinned, John took full advantage of the newly discovered weakness. Stepping back to create more power, he delivered a hard blow to the shoulder.

"Is something wrong? Does this hurt?" John said coldly, landing another punch to the shoulder.

Spencer grimaced as pain shot through the aching wound on his shoulder. After another punch, the shoulder turned almost numb which proved to be an almost thankful reprise. With the pain sickly tapering off a little Spencer was able to make himself focus. He realized the space the man had given him, meaning he now had room to maneuver.

Bringing the elbow back with his good arm as hard as he could Spencer landed a direct blow to the man's ribcage. He heard the man let out a painful gasp, and felt his body fall back. Free from the confines of the table, Spencer turned and attacked. He landed one blow, followed by another, and another to the man's bleeding face. The built up rage inside of him released itself as he continued to rain kicks and punches on the man.

Blinded by anger, he didn't see the man's face anymore; he saw Tony. Tony as he smiled, Tony as he kissed JJ, possessed JJ, his hands roaming her body as if he owned her. Spencer's vision became blurry as tears began to flood his eyes. His knuckles cracked, bleeding, as he continued to pummel the now unconscious man to a bloody pulp. Finally, when he was thoroughly exhausted, too tired to throw another punch, he relented.

Falling back into a crouched position, he wiped the blood and sweat from his brow with his good arm. He tried to raise his other arm, but found he only had half his normal mobility; it was too sore, his muscle too tense.

Catching his breath Spencer tore his gaze from the floor and set it back upon the man he had beaten. The man's face was almost unrecognizable, the man himself unmoving. Spencer quickly looked away, not wanting to dwell on what he had just done, on how he had saved himself but lost control in the same moment.

While he felt physically drained, he forced himself to get to his feet, he couldn't rest now. He had done what he had to in order to survive, he reminded himself before the feelings of regret threatened to consume him. He did this for himself, for JJ. The man he had probably just killed had tried to kill him, it was self defense. Now he had to move. He had limited time. There was no telling what was happening to JJ at that moment, or how soon the rest of the team would arrive, causing the real chaos to begin.

Wiping his bloody hands on his jeans, he moved to the door. Pulling it open, he was unprepared for another person to be standing on the other side.