"Let's talk about the day you escaped," JJ said gently.

She'd already listened to Lucy describe every detail of Ian Doyle raping her repeatedly. After she'd finished, she'd come out of the room and immediately vomited. She'd known going in what had happened, given the fact that she was pregnant, but knowing it and hearing all the horrible details were two very different things...

Lucy nodded blithely. She stared down at the tray of lunch sitting in front of her, listlessly pushing the food about with her fork. JJ hadn't seen her take a single bite and she resisted the urge to cajole her into eating, as she was rather obviously underweight.

"I've been trying to earn his trust," she said, almost robotically. "Emily always said to play into someone's delusion, so I do what he says, I never try to run. I let him think he's broken me."

"Good," JJ said, offering a supportive smile. "You did the right thing." She squeezed Lucy's hand. "You've been there for six months, but something's different about today," she prompted. "What makes you decide to escape?"

"He's bringing me my meals for the day like everyday," she said, "But this time, the doors don't lock behind him. He still has his gun, but I know he won't use it – he won't risk harming the baby." She paused, glancing quickly at the fetal heart monitor as if reassuring herself that she was still, in fact, pregnant. "I know I may only have one chance."

She nodded encouragingly. "Do you have a plan?"

"A few days ago, he brought in a doctor to do an ultrasound and give me vitamin shots since I'm not getting any sun. I waited until they had their backs turned and stole one of the empty syringes, then hid it between the mattress and the bed frame. I've been carrying it in my pocket, waiting for a chance to escape...

"I wait until he turns his back to leave and I stab him in the neck with the syringe and inject him with air. He falls to the floor, spasming. I don't know if he's dead and I don't wait to find out, I just grab his gun and run. There aren't any guards outside, so I just keep running – I know it's only a matter of time before someone notices his absence."

"Where are you?" JJ asked, "Inside or outside?"

"Outside. I think it's a shipping yard... There's so many shipping containers – it's like a maze and I get lost again and again before I find my way out."

"Does anyone try to stop you?"

She shook her head. "There's no one else there, so I start walking."

"There are no police reports of you reporting your kidnapping," JJ said with gentle curiosity. "Why didn't you go to the police?"

"I couldn't," she whispered fearfully. "I couldn't trust anyone – I didn't know who he'd paid off, who was working for him. I couldn't risk going back there..." She shook her head gravely. "Emily was the only person I could trust, so I just kept walking. I guess I must have passed out or something because I woke up in the hospital and I don't remember anything else."

She nodded with understanding. "Is there anything else you remember along the way? Any signs or distinctive landmarks that told you where you were?"

"I think I was in Massachusetts," she offered with a shrug, then apologized, "I'm sorry, I really don't remember much... I looked for the first freeway I could find and followed it until I saw a sign for New York – I knew I could find my way home from there."

"What happened to the gun?" JJ asked. "It wasn't found with you."

"I, umm... I found a pawnshop and sold it. I was going to use the money to buy a train ticket from New York to DC. I know it's probably illegal, but..." She sniffled, blinked back tears. "It was the only choice I had."

"Lucy, you are not in trouble," JJ assured her. "You were held prisoner for seven months – you did what you had to do to survive and absolutely no one is going to fault you for that."

Derek pulled into a parking space outside the hospital, but made no move to get out of the SUV. Emily stared at him for a few moments, brow creased with concern. "What is it?" she asked, feeling the pit of her stomach sinking.

They'd brought her along to New York – as a consultant, considering she hadn't been cleared for field work yet – but hadn't briefed her on the case. She was perceptive enough to know something significant had happened, though.

"Emily," he said gently, studying her face for her reaction. "Lucy has been found."

It took a few moments for the news to sink in. "Wh-what?" she said, voice trembling. His expression must have been markedly grim because after a moment he watched her face fall, all the colour draining from her skin. "Oh, God... She's dead, isn't she?"

"She's alive," he assured her. "She's here, in the hospital."

"Well, is she okay? Can I see her?"

"Of course," he said, offering a tight smile that she could see through as easily as glass.

"What's wrong?" she asked, face falling again. "What's happened to her?"

"She's fine," he reassured her. "She's dehydrated and malnourished, but there's no lasting injuries."

The but in his words was clear as day. "Then what's wrong?" she pressed, feeling like she might be sick.

"She's..." He faltered, shook his head, hating having to be the one to tell her this. "Emily...she-she's six months pregnant."

She clapped a hand to her mouth, muffling the sob that sprung from her throat. "What?" she rasped when she finally found her voice again.

"I'm so sorry, Em," he whispered. "I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you..."

"I..." She felt tears spring to her eyes and, with shaking hands, she attempted to brush them away before they could fall. "I... Oh, God. I need to see her. Can... Can I see her?"

He nodded, offered an encouraging smile that he hoped didn't look as hollow as it felt.

She attempted to smile back, but with the tears streaking down her face, the effect was heartbreaking.