AN: Thank you to Tauri888, Arwennicole, crazyobsession101, gohan108, Wren Calhoun, I-Wish-I-Had-A-Witty-Username, Langely, LaRieNGuBleR, and cm-fan for reviewing the last chapter. Your reviews certainly motivate me to post these chapters as quickly as time will allow! I'm also glad the last chapter was well-received. I was worried about both JJ and Spencer being in character. Particularly Spencer, as he's never been in a situation like that in the show (as was pointed out), yet he is a trained agent so I hardly view him as being weak. I think he could hold his own, especially since he would likely be a 'smart' fighter.

I apologize for taking so long to post, however these last updates will likely come weekly now because life is putting me on a time crunch unfortunately. This chapter may disappoint some (I hope not), but I am simply trying to tie up every loose end I created. As I promised before you WILL get some form of payoff before this is over.

Finally, it appears I have been nominated for "Best Depiction of Jennifer Jareau" for this story on the CCOAC forum. I didn't know such a thing existed, but I have to tell you that is AWESOME! I certainly didn't set out writing this story to get tons of recognition, I simply wrote it out of hobby and sheer enjoyment. The fact that multiple people would take the time out even just to see this story nominated is incredible and certainly made me proud. Anyway, check it out if you get the chance. While I see some omissions from other writers, there are many great stories on there. Thank you all again, and sorry for the long note!

Knowing she didn't have any time to waste, JJ took a couple quick steps to her right. She hadn't gotten more than maybe ten feet from the staircase, when the voice in the back of her head began to scream at her that she was going the wrong way. She stopped short, the strain from the sudden movement causing pain to shoot even more resoundingly from her broken toe.

Grimacing, she looked back the way she had come. From her spot in the hallway, she could make out the boots, then the legs as they trampled down the stairs, coming perilously close to the bottom. She was going to be in his sight-line in mere seconds; there was no way she could go back and make a run in the other direction without Tony easily catching up to her.

Cursing herself for the fact that she had made a quick decision without thinking her actions through, JJ turned and continued hurriedly down the original path she had chosen, knowing it was her only option. As she raced down the long hall, she could hear the heavy footfalls behind her, alerting her to the fact that Tony must've at least caught a glimpse of her. He was still a ways back, but JJ could tell that he was closing the distance on her.

JJ made a sharp, abrupt turn down the hallway to her left when she reached another split. She told herself not to panic, reminding herself to remain calm even though every hall looked very much like the previous one she had traversed. It was like the interior of the compound was nothing but one big, confusing maze.

Rounding another corner and being met by yet another straightaway, JJ gasped for air even if the footsteps behind her didn't seem to be as loud as they had been seconds earlier. Halfway down this hallway she noticed an opening. Moving to it with lightening speed, she stopped herself when she noticed the staircase.

It was poorly lit, the wood old and rugged, suggesting it led to some sort of basement. JJ knew this was out of the question. The last thing she wanted was to be trapped underground. As frustrating as it was being in the maze she found herself in, at least it provided a chance of finding an exit or safe harbor somewhere. The basement would merely trap her in darkness, ending her chances of escape.

JJ whipped her head around, glancing frantically around her. She couldn't stay in the middle of this hallway, completely vulnerable, forever. She could hear a commotion, something that sounded like shouting, coming from the untraveled path in front of her, just around the corner. Turning instinctively to head back the way she had come, she could again hear the familiar heavy footsteps that belonged to Tony. She was trapped.

JJ struggled to breathe, feeling as though her lungs were shrinking and collapsing in upon themselves. Her heart was racing out of her chest. She felt on the verge of a panic attack. She reminded herself of her training, of what she had been taught to do if ever in a situation similar to this. She had to keep her composure; it wouldn't do her any good if she didn't. Now she just had to make what could prove to be one of the biggest decisions of her life. Which way to go, what risk to take.

Just as JJ was about to make her final decision, the feel of a hand on her shoulder nearly caused her to jump out of her skin. Her heart plunged and her blood turned to ice as the thought immediately entered her brain that she had wasted too much time and now Tony had caught up to her.

Turning quickly, fists raised defensively, JJ was surprised to find that the person wasn't Tony at all, it was a woman. It wasn't just any woman however, it was the same woman JJ remembered seeing at the ceremony, the woman who had silent tears running down her face as she watched the scene with her two young kids and presumed husband.

"Who are you? What do you want?" JJ bit back sharply, hands still raised, ready to strike if need be.

The woman went to answer when the sound of more shouting and heavy footsteps caused them both to turn and look to the source of the sound.

"Hurry, come with me, we don't have much time until he rounds the corner." The woman said in a frantic, soft, voice as she motioned to the open door behind her.

JJ hesitated for just an instant, knowing that this could very well be a trap. Considering her options however, she knew she didn't have much choice. At the very least, if the woman was trying to trap her JJ knew she would have a better chance against the thin blonde woman than she would against Tony or any of his other men.

Moving quickly, JJ entered the room, the woman following closely and shutting the door behind them. Inside, JJ ran her eyes analytically over the interior of the room, searching for any potential threats or dangers. Finding none after her initial scan, she soon came to realize that this was the woman's living quarters.

"You should be safe here, for a few minutes anyway. My husband Cal is out at the moment. You'll have to leave before he comes back though, if he sees you he'll turn you over to Tony immediately. I'm sorry; it's the best I can do." The woman turned and explained after double checking to ensure that the door was secured and that no one had seen them.

"It's ok. You didn't have to do that, thank you." JJ said sincerely, softening her face when she saw how stressed the woman looked.

The woman eyed JJ and nodded slightly, unmoving from her position near the door. An awkward silence passed between the two as they stood there looking at each other. When the sound of the heavy-booted footsteps passed, continuing farther down the hallway, JJ spoke.

"Um…why did you just do that for me?" She asked curiously.

The woman dropped her eyes to the floor, remaining silent. When it became apparent that JJ wasn't going to get an answer, she tried something different.

"I'm Jennifer by the way, although my friends call me JJ. And you are?" She asked, forcing herself to smile in order to look warmer and inviting, present appearance excluded.

"Kelly. My name is Kelly." The woman replied finally after lifting her head once again.

"Kelly." JJ repeated the name. "Well thank you Kelly, you may have just saved my life."

"You're welcome, Jennifer." Kelly replied, clearly still uneasy and on high alert.

"Please, call me JJ." JJ replied, taking a few steps closer in an attempt to show the woman that she was of no threat to her.

"JJ? Why is your name JJ?" Kelly asked confused, after another quiet moment.

"It's just a nickname, it's my initials. It's a name my friends call me, it just happened one day and I liked it so much that it just kind of stuck." JJ smiled wryly, earning a small giggle from Kelly.

"I like it."

"Thank you."

The women exchanged a shared moment, and for the second time since she had met the woman, JJ felt like they were connected in some way. She couldn't help but to try and figure out why she felt this way.

"So, Kelly, please tell me why you did this for me." JJ pressed Kelly. She watched as Kelly's face fell, apparently the dangerousness of the situation at hand reentering her mind at JJ's question. Kelly took a couple of steps from the door, moving towards the center of the room.

"I saw you at the ceremony. I saw you crying." JJ blurted out, desperate to get a response from the reserved woman.

Kelly froze in her tracks and bowed her head. When she turned back towards JJ, the blonde agent could see tears again forming in the woman's eyes.

"I know the hell he was putting you through." Kelly said simply, yet bluntly.

"How?" JJ asked gently.

Kelly sighed, running a hand through her greasy hair.

"Because at one time, a few years ago, I was you."

JJ's eyes widened just a little, but as her brain processed everything, it all began to make sense. Throughout her stay at the compound, she had always suspected that she wasn't the first woman Tony had tried to make a wife out of. The first woman he had tried to control and torture. The man was too practiced. But this admission by Kelly, confirmed JJ's suspicions.

"What happened to you? Were you kidnapped like me?" JJ immediately asked. The fact that time was still of the essence was pushed to the back of her mind.

Kelly nodded her non-verbal response.

"Are there others like you? Like us?" JJ cringed, realizing that she was to be included, that she was a victim.

"Not that I know of, we're the only two who were actually kidnapped. There were others within the colony that Tony was…with, though." Kelly said as she turned away once more.

"But then, how did you get away from him? How did you end up with someone else?" JJ questioned.

Kelly sighed, ringing her hands at the unpleasant memories that flooded her brain at JJ's questions. Finally, she shook her head negatively from side to side.

"It's a long story…too long to explain…and at this point it really doesn't matter. My life is here now, I'm past saving."

"Kelly…"

"But you…you still have a chance. You have people who are actually looking for you from the sounds of it. And you're more of a fighter than I ever was, you can still get out of here and salvage the life you had…have."

"Kelly please, let me repay you…there must be something I can do to help you."

Kelly shook her head from side to side in the negative once more.

"You need to go, before Tony circles back. Cal will be here any minute too."

JJ opened her mouth to protest when she heard the voices of children from farther back in the living area, out of sight. It suddenly occurred to her that Kelly was trying to protect her children. JJ rationalized that out of everything that had happened to this woman, out of all that still existed in this woman's life, that her two kids were truly the only things she treasured most anymore.

"Kelly, listen I'm with the FBI. My team should be here soon. I can send someone for you, to protect you. You don't have to live this life anymore; you can start a new life, away from Tony, the colony, even Cal if you want. Just you and your kids, wherever you want, starting a new life together." JJ said more firmly as she was guided towards the door.

"Please, that is sweet of you, but don't make offers you can't keep." Kelly said dryly, not believing that help existed for her anymore.

"I mean it Kelly, please, let me help you." JJ said, turning to face Kelly and meeting her eyes once more.

Kelly appeared to think for a moment. Finally, she spoke, her lip turning up just the slightest.

"JJ, I learned a long time ago not to get my hopes up for anything. My only hope left lies in the hopes of my children. My life is here, with them now. I've come to accept that, they're all I have. Your offer is very nice. I thank you for trying to help me in return for what you perceive as my generosity. But I won't let you get my hopes up. I will pray that you stay safe, that you find your way to freedom and happiness." Kelly finished by gently guiding JJ the rest of the way to the door. She opened it a crack and peered out cautiously as JJ stood to the side.

"Kelly…" JJ tried one last time, unwilling to simply leave behind the woman who had clearly gone through more hell than she had.

"JJ, please, enough. I will only slow you down. You need to focus on surviving. You are hardly out of the woods yet; half the compound will be looking for you. If one of them finds you they will bring you to Tony. If Tony gets his hands on you, he won't kill you, but you will forever regret it, understand?" Kelly stared sharply at JJ. She wanted JJ to know just how much danger she had brought upon herself, how desperately she had to get out of the compound now.

JJ felt a lump form in her throat at the dark warning Kelly had given her. Images of previous punishments, previous nights spent with Tony, briefly flashed through her mind.

"The coast is clear, you should go now. When you leave, take a right back the way you came. Then, go to the end of each of the next two halls, taking a left then a right. Once you have done that you will be back where you began. From there, go straight, take one more left, and then go straight all the way to the end. You will find yourself outside. Once you get outside, run like hell, you won't have much cover darkness or not. Whatever you do, don't go up or down any staircases, ok?" Kelly explained quickly, speaking in a hushed tone as she guided JJ into the hallway.

"Yes." JJ nodded, turning to the woman one last time. "Thank you for everything Kelly. I will send someone for you." She vowed.

"Good luck JJ. I hope you find peace, may God be with you."

With that, Kelly slipped behind the door to her room, leaving JJ alone in the hallway.

/

Upon opening the door, Spencer nearly walked smack into the firm chest of the man standing in front of him. Stunned, Spencer stumbled a few steps backwards.

Paul, almost equally stunned at the door whipping open when it did, then seeing the sight of the bloody FBI agent in front of him, stood unmoving. Peaking into the room, he saw what was left of John in a heap on the floor. Turning back to the skinny man, he raised his eyebrows in surprise at how a man so undersized had been able to be so outright brutal.

"Damn, looks like John barely stood a chance." Paul commented, turning his gaze back to Spencer.

"What do you want? If you don't back off now you can end up just like him." Spencer warned with false bravado, his fists raised defensively, ready for any sudden attacks. He recognized the man to be the one he had just passed in the hallway a few moments earlier.

"I'm not here to fight you." Paul said coolly, taking a couple of steps into the room.

Spencer backed up a little more, realizing that he was at a disadvantage. While he had made good work of the other man, Spencer had his doubts that he had the strength or energy left to fight another equally large man and have the same success.

"You'll have to excuse me if I don't exactly believe you." Spencer replied, again with more confidence than he felt.

At this point, especially if things went south once again, he found himself to be counting down how long until his team would arrive. It would be too long. Too long to save him from this situation. And certainly too long to save JJ from whatever Tony was currently doing to her.

"After what you just went through, I suppose that's fair." Paul replied with a nod.

"So what do you want then?" Spencer questioned.

"Cutting to the chase, perfect. I like your directness, Mister. Probably for the best since it appears time is of the essence, for both of us."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I know who you are…not your name, but I know who you work for. And by the look on your face, I would say you at least recognize me."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Spencer replied, defensively.

"Sure you do…FBI."

"I'm not with the FBI." Spencer scoffed, not ready to show his cards just yet in case this guy was another one of Tony's men trying to trap him.

Paul's deep voice echoed off the walls as he let out a good laugh.

"You're a terrible liar, and you're wasting time needlessly. I know you're with the FBI…I saw you outside of the precinct in Guymon right before we snatched your pretty friend." Paul replied, watching as the skinny man's eyes darkened at the mention of JJ.

"Ah…see? Now that struck a chord didn't it? Ready to drop the show and talk like men, or would you prefer to keep playing?"

Spencer dropped his arms to his sides, but remained standing in a stance that would allow for him to react quickly if needed.

"Where is she?"

"That's why I'm here. But first, before I help you, we need to clear some things up." Paul replied.

"Take me to her; if that's what you intend to do. We don't have time to talk." Spencer replied more earnestly.

"See, but this is where you are wrong Mr. FBI. If you want me to take you to her, then we will talk first." Paul insisted.

Spencer shifted his stance, clearly annoyed at the prospect of wasting time and talking with one of the main offenders behind JJ's disappearance.

"What do you want to know?" Spencer finally relented, wanting to get through whatever this was as quickly as possible.

"Well, let's start with an introduction. My name is Paul, and you are?"

"Spencer."

"Spencer? Well there's a name I didn't expect. Ok, Spencer, the first thing I really want to know is how did you find me?"

"What do you mean?" Spencer asked for clarity, not wanting to say more than necessary.

"How did you recognize me as I know you did?" Paul replied, staring intently as he waited for a response.

"We saw you on surveillance when you purchased the GPS trackers."

"Is that the only time?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Very."

"You wouldn't be lying to me now would you? JJ's life is at stake here." Paul reminded ominously.

"I am not lying to you. That's the only time we saw you. We weren't able to ID you either since I know that will be your next question." Spencer replied abruptly, not caring how truthful he was being, only caring about what Paul would believe.

"You'll have to forgive me Spencer, but I find that a little hard to believe."

"It's the truth. You weren't our focus, Tony was. As soon as we caught Tony on tape at the precinct and dove into his background we knew he was our main suspect. You were a secondary suspect." Spencer finished in earnest. He noted that Paul's eyes seemed to lighten, almost into a glimmer at this last statement.

"What is it you want?" Spencer continued after a silent pause.

"What makes you think I want something?"

"Your presence here would suggest you want something for one. For two, your body language is giving you away." Spencer replied directly.

Paul seemed a little taken aback at this at first, but quickly shook it off with another chuckle.

"You are good, I'll give you that. I do want something from you Spencer."

"Which is?"

"Immunity." Spencer stared straight at Paul, noting the man had said his response with the utmost certainty and without a hint of doubt.

"You expect to get immunity after everything you've done? After assisting in the planning of an abduction of an FBI agent and then carrying out said plan?" Spencer replied incredulously.

"It was done completely under duress. Tony forced me to do it. He had collateral that he was holding against me. I promise, I never did anything to hurt your friend. I treated her with the utmost care and barely laid a finger on her. Anything that happened to her, any marks you may find, were done completely by Tony. I had nothing else to do with it."

"You stood by and did nothing while he did whatever it was he did to her! You kidnapped her! And what do you mean when you say Tony had 'collateral' against you that forced you to commit these crimes?" Spencer asked in spitfire, the anger inside of him again boiling to the surface.

"The collateral was my spot in the colony. If I didn't help him he would've had me punished, it's how he works." Paul replied dryly.

Spencer studied the man, knowing he wasn't telling the whole truth, that he was hiding something.

"You're one of Tony's men, one of his most trusted I would have to believe; your story doesn't add up." Spencer countered.

Paul chuckled again, beginning to pace from where he stood in front of Spencer.

"Tony may trust me, but I don't trust him. I would rather see him go; he's been nothing but trouble for this colony. And, for the record, he back-doored his way into power when I am the rightful leader. Hence, why I am willing to help you. I am willing to make a deal with you. If you give me immunity, I will not only help you get your friend back, but I will give you Tony too. After everything I'm sure you and your friends have been through, I would think that's a pretty good deal."

Spencer thought hard for a moment. He realized that logically, this could easily be another trap. But then, if he went along with it, trap or not, it would be his quickest, most direct route to Tony and JJ. It was a dangerous proposition, one that could backfire and cost him dearly. And yet, with the time that had since passed, Spencer knew his team should come crashing into the compound at any minute. In his mind, it would certainly serve Spencer better to be with JJ and have Tony in his sights when that happened. It wasn't the ideal option, but given the circumstances, the agreement Paul had laid out to him was a risk he was willing to take.

"Ok, fine. We have an agreement." Spencer stated, making sure his eyes remained locked on Paul's.

"We do?"

"Yes."

"I've always been brought up to shake on a deal once a conclusion has been reached. No games. Fair?" Paul offered his hand.

He was still equally as skeptical as the FBI agent across from him. He didn't very much like trusting this man; it put him in a rather precarious position. However, the way Paul saw it if things worked out then he would get what he ultimately wanted, and the FBI agent would likewise.

Cautiously, Spencer extended his hand, shaking Paul's. He didn't much like the arrangement they had reached, simply giving a pass to one of the men who had started this whole mess, who had caused JJ, and himself, so much pain. But Spencer was also smart enough to recognize the risks Paul was potentially taking too. They were both in dangerous waters at the moment.

"Let's go, we don't have much time. I'm assuming your friend's aren't too far behind?" Paul offered.

"Farther than you think. They won't be a factor." Spencer replied, hiding the lie so he wouldn't have to play his last card, just in case.

"You are pretty ballsy then." Paul replied, sizing up the skinny man in front of him one last time.

"It's amazing the things you're willing to go through for the people you hold close in your life." Spencer said.

"Well said." Paul mumbled, following Spencer out of the room, then leading him down the hallway.

/

JJ walked swiftly down the second of the three hallways Kelly had directed her through. She barely noticed how empty the compound appeared, chalking it up to the time of night it was; more focused on finding her way to the lounge.

Her senses were on high alert. Every sound she heard that wasn't her own footfalls on the hardwood floor caused her to whip her head around like she was paranoid. Reaching the end of the second hall and following Kelly's directions, she turned down what should have been the last hall until she was back at the staircase she had originally found herself at.

JJ quickened her strides, eager to reach the end. She felt lucky that to this point, she had been able to avoid any signs of danger.

Turning the corner one last time, finally out of the maze, JJ found her luck had ended. She had no time to react as she smacked square into the couple who had been walking in her direction.

JJ let out a huff as she tried to regain her balance. Unfortunately she stepped wrong, putting her weight awkwardly on her already broken toe. The pain shot up her leg and she collapsed to the floor, unable to regain her balance before she landed on her bruised bottom. She let out another hiss of pain as she came in contact with the unforgiving hardwood floor. Her sore body throbbed; she could hear her heart beating in her ears. Suddenly, dully, she heard a familiar voice cut through the pounding in her head. The voice was angry, it was female.

"Well, well, Alex, look what we have here." The voice cut sharply through JJ's head, bringing a whole new sense of panic through her.

Glancing up, she came face to face with Camilla, who was now standing over her after having regained her own balance. JJ felt her heart drop, the dread crawling through the pit of her stomach as the woman above her grinned ruefully.

"Are you ok honey? She walked into you rather hard." Alex questioned, his voice holding a strange tone to it.

"I'm fine dear, don't worry about me. Looks like miss beauty queen here took a bit of a spill though." Camilla cackled.

JJ brought her arms underneath her, using her wrists to push herself up. She needed to get to her feet; she was at too much of a disadvantage. Seeing what the blonde was doing, Camilla immediately lashed out. Using her foot, she kicked JJ's arm harshly, causing it to collapse and sending the blonde back to her previous spot on the ground.

"Do me a favor honey. Go find Tony…I'll keep an eye on his little princess here." Camilla said as she eyed JJ with a dark glint in her eye.

"Are you sure you're fine?" Alex asked with concern, glancing between the two women.

"I've never been better honey. Don't worry; I can handle her if she gives me any trouble. Take your time." Camilla said with a smile, leaning over to give Alex a kiss on the cheek.

He looked at each woman one last time before nodding to Camilla. Turning, he walked away, set on finding Tony. Waiting until her husband was out of sight, Camilla turned her attention back to JJ.

"Well now, it looks like someone has escaped her little room." Camilla began, circling JJ.

JJ could tell by the look in the woman's eye that she was in trouble. She tried to stand again, but in a flash she was back on the ground, the result of sustaining another painful kick.

"It looks like someone's been a bad girl…and not in the way Tony likes." Camilla growled, lashing out and kicking JJ in the gut this time. JJ clutched at her ribs, coughing as the air rushed from her lungs.

"I think it's time you got a real lesson in how to behave properly." Camilla huffed as she kicked JJ again as the blonde flinched under the contact.

"I know Tony told me not to mark you up, but you just aren't learning!" Camilla reached down. Grabbing a handful of blonde hair she roughly yanked JJ up by it. Throwing her hard against the wall, pinning her against it, Camilla painfully squished JJ's cheeks together with her free hand.

"I think he'd make an exception this time. And…I think it's time you and me settled things once and for all. I for one don't think you are nearly as tough as you're supposed to be." Camilla taunted, bringing her face so close to JJ's that their noses were nearly touching.

At that moment, JJ knew what she had to do, and that it was probably going to hurt.

/

Spencer followed Paul as they walked back the way he had come with John earlier. After climbing the staircase, they began to traverse the halls. The whole time they walked, Spencer still couldn't help but to shake the feeling that he could be headed into another trap. He reminded himself that he was doing this for JJ, that she needed him. Further, the team would back him up, he just had to give them enough time.

Instead, Spencer focused on remaining alert. He didn't try to talk to Paul; he didn't have much to say to the man and he certainly didn't like him deal or not. Spencer turned to the wall, noting the religious portraits that adorned this particular hallway. So impressed was he in that brief instant, that he didn't even noticed the other man coming down the hallway towards them, not until the man spoke.

"Paul! What the hell is he doing out?!"

Spencer immediately looked forward to see Tony seething as he approached them.

"He got out Tony. I was just bringing him to you." Paul explained away.

"And why the hell would you do a dumb thing like that?! Where the hell is John?!" Tony roared as he stormed towards them, only about ten feet away now.

"I don't know, I haven't seen him." Paul lied.

The lie alerted Spencer that Paul appeared to be trying to hold up their part of the deal, even if he still felt uneasy.

"What are you doing down here anyway? I thought you'd be with that future wife of yours?" Paul asked almost nonchalantly.

"She escaped. I'm looking for her now." Tony said as he gritted his teeth, coming to a stop in front of them.

With that statement, Spencer noticed for the first time the bleeding, bruising gash on the side of Tony's head. Suddenly, his heart swelled with pride at what JJ had accomplished, even if he had no idea where she was. He prayed that she had found her way out, even if in the back of his head he suspected she wouldn't leave without him.

"I'll go help." Paul offered, moving to step away. Both men eyed him, glaring at him for different reasons.

"Why don't you take Spencer to his room instead?" Tony suggested, although it was more an order.

"No thank you Tony, I've decided to leave." Spencer replied, turning the man's attention to him.

For the first time, Tony noticed the skinny man in front of him was bruised, blood staining his shirt.

"And why would you want to do that?" Tony said, forcing himself to smile.

"I know what your game is Tony. It's over, and you're coming with me." Spencer said seriously.

Tony chuckled incredulously, looking between Spencer and Paul.

"What the hell is going on here? He's not serious is he Paul?" Tony asked, looking at Paul.

Paul simply shrugged, almost looking disinterested minus the slight smirk gracing his lips.

"Tony I'm with the FBI and you're under arrest. I know what you've done, and it's over. I'm here to get JJ back, and you will be going to jail for the rest of your life."

"Oh really? Is that so?" Tony challenged, drawing dangerously close to Spencer.

"It is, isn't it Paul?" Spencer called to Paul, using it as a form of distraction against Tony.

Tony turned back towards Paul, stunned at the suggestion that the man had betrayed him. This allowed Spencer to create some space, space he would need to maneuver when Tony would surely decide to strike.

"Son of a bitch!" Tony cursed in Paul's direction as Paul simply turned his back to him.

Spencer watched, knowing he was likely on his own to fight Tony, that Paul, cowardly, wanted no part in the fight. Not that he could color himself surprised; Spencer knew it would be too good to be true for him and Paul to simply fight Tony together. Paul was going to let them shed the blood and then, more than likely, finish off whoever remained. In many ways he was no better than Tony himself.

Spencer sighed, preparing himself as he readied to utter the phrase that he knew would surely start everything.

"Tony, I'm here to take my girlfriend back."