A/N Hi! The Hobbit was great and that's all I'll say for those of you who haven't seen it.

I apologize in advance for the general lack of action in this chapter. The next one is where it really picks up and y'all will finally find out what Dick wants with Zara. :) Just in time for Christmas! So you know how Bobby died in the mid-season finale of this particular season? (This is so not spoilers at this point. We've already talked about this.) This is my alternative to that. So yes- Bobby lives, but you might not like what I've got planned instead...

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Y'all are amazing!

"Where are we going?"

"My boss wants to talk to you."

"Well I don't want anything to do with him."

"Too bad." The Other Zara rolled her eyes.

Zara huffed and sat back in the seat. Zara cast her eyes around for something to cut her cut her ropes with. There was nothing. The door locks on the police car didn't work in the back for obvious reasons so she couldn't get out that way. Her only chance at escaping would be when she got to wherever she was going- probably Roman Enterprises. Zara smiled a little. If they were going there, she knew someone who just might be able to help her.

"At least change your face. It's creepy." Zara mumbled.

"Be quiet or go to sleep." Other Zara snapped at her. "I didn't drive all night last night and again today to listen to your stupid ass."

Oh really? Zara smiled devilishly. Roman wanted to talk to her, so she couldn't be killed just yet. This car ride was about to get very annoying for her captor. "Did you know that one time I got chased by a bear? Of course you did 'cause you have my memories but I'm gonna tell you about it anyway in great detail. So me and my brother were camping out in the woods…"

Chapter 37

"… And so that was the time I broke my arm." Zara had kept up a constant chatter in the next few hours and it quickly became the only thing that was holding her together. Zara was terrified of what was going to happen to her. What did Dick want? Why her? The babbling that started as spite was now her comfort. She told stories about her childhood, her family, anything and everything to keep her from thinking about the future.

The leviathan had stopped trying to get her to stop hours ago and just sat in angry silence. She had even decided to change into someone else since Zara kept bugging her about it. Now she looked like a butch police lady- presumably whoever originally drove this car. "Would you like to hear about when-"

"We're here." The leviathan grumbled as they pulled into the parking lot of a large office building. It had turned dark somewhere around the time she was telling about her 7th birthday party, so the whole parking lot was now shrouded in shadows despite the lit front entrance. There were very few cars in the lot at all. The leviathan pulled the car around to a side door a little farther away from the entrance and parked.

She opened the door and drug Zara out. She struggled in her grip but the Leviathan was much too strong for her. Zara didn't see anyone in the parking lot, but she kept talking anyway. Maybe someone, some human, would see or hear her.

Charlie walked out of the office building- overwhelmed with what she had been hearing on the voice recordings. They had talked about a lot of things that sounded completely unnatural: angels, leviathans, and predicting the future among other things. Dick was supposedly one of those monsters- which Charlie wasn't arguing with. He seemed like the prime suspect. But could all those things actually exist? It felt like a bad Lord of the Rings fanfic threw up all over this situation. She could tell one thing though- whatever piece of tech Dick was looking for, they didn't have… unless it wasn't tech. She remembered the last conversation they had had. The guy called Dean said that Dick was after Zara. What if… Charlie had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Did she just give a pregnant woman over to her creepy boss?

If something happened to her because of something Charlie did, she would never forgive herself. Charlie imagined Zara's voice echoing back in her head accusingly, but it wasn't in her head. Charlie could hear the same voice that she had been listening to for hours coming from just behind her.

They were almost to the side door of the office building when Zara noticed a figure standing near the main entrance. When she saw the shock of bright red hair, she couldn't believe her luck. It was Charlie- just the person she needed. Zara didn't dare yelling and putting Charlie in danger, but she started speaking louder and the leviathan finally put a hand on her mouth to make her stop. Zara knew that escaping on her own at this point would be impossible. Charlie was going to be her only chance. Just before they got inside, Zara saw her turn around and they locked eyes.

The woman's golden eyes held Charlie in a trance long after they were gone. They were pleading and frightened, but they held a sort of strength in them that reminded her of her hero- Hermione. Not to mention she was smokin' hot and totally her type, but that didn't matter right now. It was definitely the Zara from the phone conversations. Charlie couldn't forget a voice that quickly. As if Charlie needed any more confirmation that it was the woman from the phone conversations, she had seen her coat shift and she got a glimpse of a little baby bump as the police officer had muscled her into the side door.

This was bad. This was very bad. Charlie couldn't remember messing up this badly in almost forever. It was her fault that this poor pregnant woman was here. She had to help her and Charlie knew just who she needed to call.

Dean was already speeding back down the highway towards the border again. She hadn't been in the house. Her things were missing and he had seen where the protection sigils had been marked out. She was gone. His anger and worry made him press even harder on the gas pedal. Both Sam and Bobby were already checking everywhere they could to try and get a lead as to her whereabouts. Dick had control of so many corporations that it was difficult finding out which one he'd be most likely to take her.

Dean pounded the steering wheel with his fist- making the horn blare. It was so frustrating! He was THIS close to seeing her again. Just hours away and he was still too late. And now she was God knows where on her way to one of the worst monsters they had ever had the displeasure of meeting. Who knows what they would do to her? Dean took solace in the fact that they had kidnapped her instead of outright killing her. It meant that at least they intended to keep her alive for a while.

A buzzing in his pocket distracted him from his mental rant. Dean fished it out and answered it without looking at who was calling. "Hey, whatcha got for me?"

He was expecting Sam or Bobby with a lead, but instead a woman's voice was on the other line. "Is this Dean Winchester?"

"Who's this?"

"Charlie Bradbury. But that's not important right now." Charlie rushed on. "Your girlfriend has been kidnapped and I know where she is."

"She's not-" Dean thought her comment sounded awfully like a threat. "Where is she? What have you done to her?!"

"Nothing!" Charlie said defensively. "Well other than accidentally giving away where she was hiding, but that was a total accident and I'm trying to fix it. I haven't done anything to her, but I think my boss might."

"Your boss is Dick Roman? Why should I trust you? You could be one of them for all I know." Dean asked skeptically.

"Because I just saw a super shady policeman force a very frightened pregnant woman into an office building and I'm going to get her out even without your help."

Dean sighed. It was the only real lead they had and now that he thought about it, Zara had said something about a girl named Charlie... "Alright, I'm listening."

The leviathans had Zara. Balthazar could feel it just as if he were right there with her- the danger, the fear she was feeling, everything. It was driving him insane. He strained against the shackles that held him up against the wall of his cell. After the third time a guard caught him out of his cell, they got the hint and started taking more drastic measures. It would have been so much easier if the prison halls didn't shift and twist into new configurations every time he managed to get out the door.

But he couldn't get the feeling of danger out of his head. It set him on edge and every instinct in Balthazar was screaming at him to try harder. Zara was in danger. Shackles and a locked door didn't matter compared to that. He WOULD get out. Balthazar started pulling against his cuffs in earnest. He could feel the bones of his hands shift in uncomfortable ways, but he was almost out. With a final heave, Balthazar fell to the ground. He was out of the shackles and his grace was already working on fixing his broken hands. Now to get past the warding on the door…

Escape attempt number four…