"I thought you were going to get some sleep?" Nicole said softly, peeking through the open door of one of the rooms to find John, Sam and Chloe all in bed watching television.

"Who can sleep after what happened?" Sam sounded so dead tired as she said the words that it seemed a miracle she was awake.

"Is the bad man going to come back," Chloe asked, "and take someone else away?"

"I don't think so," Nicole said. "He knows that we're expecting him now, and he's not stupid enough to try and come back here, so you get some rest and don't worry, ok?"

"Ok."

John turned the television off as Nicole came closer to the bed. "You all right?"

"Yeah, just worried about Jake."

"It's not your fault, you know."

"I know."

Chloe pulled Pancake out from beneath the covers and tossed him on top of John's legs. "Don't worry, Pancake will keep the bad dreams away."

"I'll let you know if there's any news, so get some rest. It's going to be a long day tomorrow."

Nicole left them and went back outside. Bailey had Grace, George, Angel, Rebecca and James all gathered with him and she let herself hope that they had found something. "What is it?" she asked when she was close enough that Bailey turned at the sound of her footsteps.

"We were just discussing some changes. I think Angel, Rebecca and James should go home. It would be safer for them."

"I don't want to leave you," Rebecca said.

"Neither do I."

"James, Rebecca, I don't want you to go either but I think Bailey's right. It would be safer for you to go, and I'll be fine. Please, go back home and be safe. I'm sure that you'll be provided protection."

"It's not us I'm worried about," James told her. "What if something happens and you need medical care?"

"I'll be all right, I promise. Hopefully we'll get this all resolved and I'll be back home in Atlanta before you know it."

"Where shall I begin with you, that is the question isn't it?"

Jake would have shuddered at the tone if he could have, but the drugs were still winning the fight and any movement at all was an effort.

"I'm sure you've noticed that you can't see. That's because the drops I put in your eyes were to blind you so you won't be able to give any descriptions of me or of where you're being kept. I think I'll start with your arms. Now this might hurt a lot, but no pain, no gain, right?"

A sound that was eerily like the whirring like a dentist's drill filled the space, and Jake could only hope that the drug that was keeping him from moving much would deaden some of the pain. Unfortunately it didn't, and Jake heard himself screaming as white-hot pain traveled slowly up one arm.

"Hmm, very little bleeding," Jack said, inspecting his work. "I always knew that these woodworking tools were better suited to the human body. I'd better sketch out the rest of my design. Wouldn't want to make a mistake and have to start over, now would we?"

"I was able to pull up some old irrigation records," George said, "and they show where the original ditches were." Moving over to a survey map of the property that the local field office had brought, George pointed to an area about 150 yards from the house. "The irrigation ditches were diverted here, and there's no reason to other than there was something else there."

"And logically the only other thing that would be there is the exit from the basement," Bailey breathed out, patting George on the back.

"We've already got floodlights that will be here in just a few minutes," the Sheriff said. "Although I don't know how finding the exit to the basement is going to help you."

"If Jack assumed that we would never figure it out, he may have left a trail, thinking that it would be washed away by rain or wind by the time we found it," Grace answered.

Jake barely noticed the tears stinging his eyes as he screamed until he nearly passed out from lack of air. Never had he imagined that anything could hurt so badly, and the fact that Jack didn't care how loud he screamed only made him more certain that they were too far away for anyone to find them. He wasn't even sure what part of his body hurt because the pain seemed to be coming from every nerve ending in his body, and the fact that he couldn't see only made it worse.

"There, the first part is done. You rest while I get what I need for the next part of my creation."

Footsteps slowly fading told Jake that he was alone again. The pain seemed focused on his left arm, but Jake couldn't even imagine what had been done to him that would hurt so badly. Instinctively he turned his head and opened his eyes, but all he could see were fuzzy blurs of darkness.

"They think they've found something," George said with a yawn. "Some old wooden doors in the ground. The old irrigation ditches were diverted right around them."

"Has anyone opened those doors yet?" Bailey asked.

"No, there's a new brass lock on it. They're waiting for us to get out there before they take a bolt cutter to it."

"Let's get going then. Nicole, you stay here."

"No way. You need a profiler, and Sam isn't available."

"And why do I need a profiler?"

"How do you know that you won't? We can't afford to waste time arguing about this, I'm going with you!"

"Come on then," Bailey said, offering her his hand as a sign of concession. She took it and let him pull her close, an arm protectively around her shoulders as they followed some other agents into the fields.

Something cold was poured on his chest, and Jake recognized the smell of rubbing alcohol. "Wouldn't want to risk an infection," he mumbled under his breath.

"It wouldn't do for my artwork to get destroyed, and I need you alive and coherent when you're returned. Now this is going to be painful, I know, and since you weren't my intended victim I'm going to show some mercy. I'm going to give you a bit of Versed. You see, I'm not the heartless bastard that everyone seems to think I am."

Pain flared in Jake's body as the tip of a sharp instrument dug into his flesh and traced a pattern. "So much for mercy," he hissed.

"You're right, I guess I have enough that I can start the IV now."

The pain diminished and he started to relax, but that just made Jake fight it. The blurry shapes that he had been seeing were now just one big blur, and sounds echoed inside his head.

After the IV was started, Jack began tracing a pattern onto his chest and despite the drugs Jake cried out. Blood welled up and Jack blotted it with gauze to clear the path so he could keep going. "It will all be worth it when I'm done, I promise," Jack said as he continued to cut.

"Damn, no tracks leading to or from this place," one of the agents said, squatting down to examine the ground more closely.

"This section hasn't been watered yet, and with the ground dry there wouldn't be any tracks." Nicole looked around and in the glare of the lights she saw something. "Look at the stalks on the corn in that direction – some of them are broken and leaning, like they were pushed aside. The rest of the stalks are leaning the opposite way. I think this is the path that Jack took."

"Get a team together and search in that direction. I want to know what roads he would have been able to reach if he did go that way. I'm going to cut the lock and then we'll see what's in this basement," Bailey said.

"You really think you'll find anything?"

"This is Jack, he'll have left us something."

"Here are the bolt cutters, sir," a young man said, passing the tool to Bailey.

"Well, time to find out what's down there." Bailey positioned the jaws of the bolt cutter and soon they all heard the snapping of the metal. The doors were silent as he pulled them open and peered into the darkness. "Let's get some light over here!"

"You want me to find a black light?" Grace asked. "I'm sure Jack will have left us a message."

Bailey nodded, and Grace left to walk back to their make-shift command center. "I'll go with her, I want to check on everybody," Nicole told him.

"What do you think is down there?"

"I don't know, Grace, but whatever it is, I doubt it will lead us to Jake." She looked back to see Bailey starting down the stairs. "We should see about flashlights, too."

As they were walking back Nicole suddenly stopped. "Honey, you all right? Nicole?"

"I just had the most horrifying image pop into my mind."

Grace had been around Sam enough to know that when those images popped into a profiler's mind, it could be significant. "What did you see?"

"Blood. Blood everywhere, dripping from walls, running across the floor, and this demon-thing was motioning for me to follow it."

"Demon thing?"

"Yeah, it was definitely a demon. Red, horns, glowing yellow eyes..."

"Sounds more like the devil."

"It was a demon. I just don't know what it's supposed to mean or what my subconscious is trying to tell me."

"Maybe your subconscious thinks you need a vacation away from all this. You've been through a lot emotionally and seeing demons can't be a good sign."

"Let's just worry about getting what we need and getting back. I want a look at that basement."

"I thought you wanted to check on everybody?"

"I do, Grace. I'm really worried about John and Sam. They breathed in more of the tear gas than any of us."

"Bailey used to tell Sam that she worried too much. I think you do too."

"All the more reason for us to hurry so I can check on them and then we can check on Bailey and be sure he didn't fall down the stairs."

"Like he would ever admit to it," Grace teased, quickening her steps to keep up with Nicole's pace.