After being checked over by the Keeper, Bobby was summoned to the Official's office. He walked in the door to the Official's usual greeting, "Have a seat Hobbes."

He sat in his usual chair thinking how painfully quiet it was without Darien's usual banter. Apparently the Official was thinking the same thing. He hesitated for a moment then began to talk. "Well thanks to that picture you identified we now have a very good lead."

Bobby sat on the edge of his chair waiting to hear what the Official had to say. Instead Eberts began talking. "The picture is of one Alexander Hahn, he's been in jail for assault and battery, armed robbery, and kidnapping."

"Do we have an address?" Bobby asked.

"No," the Official began, "But we do know his current place of employment."

"That's a start. Where?"

"Chrysalis," both the Official and Eberts said together.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Stark had turned of the lights again, throwing Darien into total darkness. He didn't need to see his tattoo to know that he was almost or already full.

Fresh pain was coming from his wrists and now his shoulder, which he had dislocated during his last spasm.

As the madness slowly began to take over, his pain started to disappear and his adrenaline peaked higher. Darien began thrashing around, trying to escape the handcuffs yelling obscenities at the top of his voice.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"You know you never realize what you have until it's gone," Claire stated.

Bobby looked at her.

"I mean this would be so much easier with someone who could turn invisible."

Bobby said nothing.

The Official sent them to Chrysalis headquarters in hopes of finding some information on where Darien was.

He had to admit Claire was right. He had gotten used to the simplicity of having Darien go invisible and acquiring whatever information they might need.

They walked into the large building.

"You realize he could be in another state by now," Claire said sadly.

"You also realize he cold be in the basement of this building," Bobby retorted.

"Yes that's why I brought the counteragent."

The lobby was empty and as they were deciding upon what to do, the elevator doors opened, and Alexander Hahn walked through.

Bobby reached for his gun as Alexander recognized him. He turned and ran, Bobby hot on his trail. Bobby dove and grabbed his legs, dragging him to the ground. He handcuffed him and rolled him over. "Where is he?" Bobby asked pointing his gun at Alexander's forehead.

"Who?"

"Oh no my friend, we aren't playing that game again." Bobby took the safety off his gun and watched in satisfaction as Alexander's eyes filled with fear. "Tell me now."

"He's in the basement."

Bobby raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding."

"No, he's there."

Claire, who had run outside to get the backup agents the Official had sent, now came over with them.

Bobby stood up, pulling Alexander roughly to his feet. "Take this piece of filth into custody," he said to the agents. "Claire let's go."

"Do you know where Darien is?"

"Yeah, he's in the basement."

"You're kidding."

"I'm not."

They opted to take the stairs down and they cautiously walked into an empty hallway. There was door and when they opened it, there was another stairwell leading down to yet another door. Gun drawn, Bobby lead the way. They reached the door and he looked at Claire, who shrugged.

He opened the door quickly to a roomful of darkness. There was a long silence when suddenly as if out of no where came Darien's voice. "Welcome to hell." By the eerie tone of it both Claire and Bobby could tell he was way into QSM.

"Darien where are you?" Claire asked. "I can't see you."

"That could be because the lights are off. Try turning them on, Einstein."

"Where's the switch Fawkes?"

"RIGHT NEXT TO YOU!" Darien screamed.

Claire, afraid someone would hear him, quickly closed the door.

"Honestly," Darien said, his voice back in that eerie tone. "Do I have to tell you everything?"

Bobby groped around for the light switch. "Got it," he said, flipping it on.

Both Claire and Bobby gasped at the sight they saw.

His normally handsome face was covered in cuts and bruises. His eyes were especially scary, because besides the black and blue bruises that surrounded them, they were a dark crimson red. Blood was running down his arms from deep gashes in his wrists and his shoulder was in an odd angle.

As Bobby and Claire gaped at him Darien's expression turned to one of pain as the gland once again demanded its shot. He cried out, and they both rushed foreword to help him, but made sure to keep their distance in case Darien decided to show his happiness at their arrival by kicking them.

"Keep, why doesn't he seem to be hurting at all? Besides the gland."

"It's quite possible the high adrenaline from Quicksilver Madness is keeping him from feeling his injuries."

"So when you give him the shot.."

"All the pain will come back full force." She sighed. "Darien I'm going to give you the counter agent."

"Stay away from me you possessive bitch."

"Fawkes she only wants to help."

Darien looked at Bobby, anger flashing in his crimson eyes. "Help? You mean like you did? You're my partner, you're supposed to cover my back. Look at where your helping put me!"

Bobby, hurt by this comment, took a step back, right into the barrel of Stark's gun.

Darien gritted his teeth at the sight of him.

"Well Fawkes, it's your lucky day. You get to watch your partner and Keeper die, then I'll take the gland out of your head killing you." He smiled at Darien then said, "Give me the gun Agent Hobbes."

Bobby reluctantly handed his gun to Stark who promptly threw it across the room.

"Go stand over there," he ordered, pointing at the corner. "You too," he told Claire.

Darien, who was growing exceedingly more angry, began to thrash around and curse again. The pipe he was cuffed to did what it had been threatening to do since Darien went QSM. It broke.

Stark, whose attention was fixed on Bobby and Claire, didn't notice Darien become free or when he smiled evilly and disappeared from sight.

Bobby and Claire on the other hand, were facing the opposite direction and they saw exactly what happened. They looked at each other. "I don't know if that just made our situation better or worse," Bobby said.

Wide eyed, Claire nodded in agreement.