It had felt like two days. Or just one. Rose wasn't sure. It had been too long anyway. Rose sat in her chair. Cracks of light coming in from between the boards of the barn walls and roof. She was bored, hungry, lonely, thirsty, and worried. The man Carlos sat in a chair in the corner. He never spoke. Just watched her. Rose turned he head to him slowly.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked Carlos. He looked at her.

"I'm not supposed to talk to you." He said looking back down at the floor.

"Well, I have to talk to someone. Or I'll go crazy." Rose said. "Anyway, if you don't talk to me, I'll just talk to you anyway, because I simply 'ave ta talk. I get it from my Mum ya know. it's jus the strangest thi-"

"My daughter." He interrupted looking at the floor.

"You have a daughter?" Rose was intrigued. She couldn't imagine a big, hit man like him producing a child. Then again, she could never imagine herself getting kidnapped.

"Yes." He had the tiniest smile of pride on his lips.

"How old is she?" Rose asked sweetly.

"Almost eight." His answers were so short. So to the point. As if he didn't think anything he said was of any worth.

"Really? Well if you have a daughter, yourself. How can you do this to someone else's daughter?"

"He has her." Carlos answered.

"He has your daughter?" Rose felt sick to her stomache hearing that. She immediately regretted her judgemental tone.

"Why else would I stay with him?" He looked up at her again. Rose realized her had blue eyes. They reminded her of the sea.

"I-i'm sorry. I didn't know." Rose knew that was a frail thing to say, but it was something.

"It's okay." The man stared off into space. Rose figured he was thinking of his daughter.

"What's her name?" Rose interrupted his thoughts gently.

"Sophie." He said, managing a smile. Rose could see true pain set in his water-blue eyes.

"Sophie? That's a pretty name." Rose smiled.

"Thank you." He nodded crossing his legs.

"What happened?" She felt like she was intruding on the mans personal life, but what else was there to talk about? Weather? It's not like they could see the outside.

"The same thing that happened to you. He took her while I was out, came home to find a note, and he said if I didn't do everything he asked, she'd be dead." Carlos chocked on his words at the end.

"I am so sorry. I really am." Rose repeated.

"I'm sorry about what happened to you. I didn't want to do it." Rose could tell he meant it,

"I forgive you." Rose said truthfully. "Where's her Mother?"

"Died. Scarlet fever."

"I'm sorry. I really wish I could help."

"I wish you could to." Carlos sighed. "I've been working for him for two years."

"That's awful. I can't imagine what you've had to do." Rose said. Her heart truly ached for this man. "Does he even let you see Sophie?"

"Yes. I wouldn't be with him if I couldn't. I come home to her every night. We have a room at an Inn out of town. But we're watched. She doesn't know anything about it though."

"He's a sick, sick man." Rose said with pure hatred in her voice. "And when my Father comes, we're going to bring him to the law. And you and Sophie can be free." Rose said determinedly. Carlos was surprised at the sureness in her voice. And though he doubted it, he smiled. Rose smiled back.

"So nice to see you two are bonding." The man said from the door way. He stumbled toward Rose. She could tell he was drunk. She could also hear his accent. It was Irish or Scottish, maybe Australian. "Hey Carlos, wadda say we-hic!- 'ave a little fun with this one?"

"No." Carlos said firmly, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

"Aww, c'mon. This one's-hic-fresh!"

"No boss."

"Suit yourself." The man turned back to Rose. "Don't worry my dear. It won't hurt a bit. Rose began to panic, just as she had at Judge Turpin's ball. But Carlos walked forward and put his hand on the mans shoulder.

"No." He said firmly. It was like a bear growling at a wolf. Rose's captor was obviously surprised at Carlos's new boldness, but shrugged his hand off.

"Don't be such a spoilsport." Her captor slurred.

"Don't do it Boss, she'll have evidence. Be sensible." Carlos said with fake kindness in his voice.

"I can't even have five minutes?" The man whined like a child.

"No Boss. Now your tired. Go upstairs and sleep."

"Yeah I am." The man yawned. "Mmm, thanks Carlos your a real-hic!-brick." The man stumbled off again, but could be heard vomiting from outside.

"Thanks." Rose said beginning to ease her breathing.

"Don't mention it. I couldn't let 'im do that." Carlos said.

"Really, thank you very much. That's actually the second time that's happened to me. He would have done it if you weren't here."

"Second time?" Carlos furrowed his brow.

"Well, I was at this party." Rose began Carlos listened with interest. And they both realized that through the most impossible sitiuation, they had made a friend.

Meh, who doesn't like fluff? Thanks to: Piper Lestrange, xJill Lovett, EmberBonham-Carter, and MinnesotaRose for reviewing!