Disclaimer: I don't own Profiler.  I'm in no way connected to the show.

Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to update.  Thank you for your patience.  Well hope you like it.

Will You Take Care of Me?

"No you didn't!" laughed Chloe.  She picked up her drink and took a sip out of the straw.  "I have to check in with my dad."

            "Why do you keep checking in so much?  I mean you usually don't have to call this much," said Anya. 

            "We got a few letters from Jack, and we just want to be careful."  Chloe's phone rang, "That's probably him now.  Hold on.

            "Hello?"

            "Chloe?  Do you know where your father is?"

            "Oh hey, Bailey.  He called saying he was going to the office.  Why, isn't he there?"

            "No he's not.  We called home and he wasn't there.  I don't know where…Oh no.  Chloe where are you?"

            "Why?  What's going on?"

            "Where are you?  I'm going to come and pick you up."

            "I'm at Fridays, the one closest to the firehouse.  Why are you picking me up?"

            "Stay there.  I'll be right over.  Bye, Chloe."  Chloe heard Bailey yell, "Get a team to the firehouse.  I think Jack's got John." 

            "Bailey!  Bailey!" Chloe yelled into the phone.  There was a click and then the dial tone.

            "No.  No, this can't happen.  He can't take away someone else.  He can't take another dad.  This, this can't be happening." Chloe breathed out.

            "What's wrong Chlo?" asked Jared.

            Chloe looked up, "Jack's got John."  She put her face in her hands, letting herself cry.  Cry for her dad, cry for her mom, but mostly cry for John.

~*~*~*~

            "Chloe!" Bailey yelled as he ran into the place.  "Chloe!  Where are you?"

            "Sir, could you please keep it down?"  A waitress said.  Bailey tried to go to the tables to look for Chloe.  "You have to wait, like everyone else, sir."

            "I'm with the FBI," Bailey said while flashing his badge.

            "Doesn't mean you get any special treatment." said the waitress with attitude. 

            "This is FBI business.  It would be best if you get out of my way."

            The waitress rolled her eyes and let him past.  Bailey made a mental note to talk to the owner about her behavior.

            "Chloe!" Bailey yelled as he looked around for her.  She was nowhere in sight.  "No," he muttered.  "Jack can't have her."

            "Bailey!" he heard someone say behind him.

            "Chloe, thank God.  I thought he got you too."

            "So Jack did get my dad," she sadly said.

            "It appears so."

            Chloe let out a breath and ran a hand over face and then through her hair, a habit she picked up from John.  "This can't be happening."

            "We should get going.  We have a search for your dad going on.  Anya and Jared should probably come with us, just in case."

~*~*~*~

            I moaned and opened up my eyes.  My head was pounding.  It took a moment for me to realize where I was.  The last thing I remembered was getting hit over the head.  I looked at the door and saw a message painted in red on it.  Welcome to Jack's Lair.  Enjoy your stay.  I hope you have a good time considering it will be your last.  I glanced around at the rest of the fairly large room.  Photos were posted on the wall.  There were many pictures of Sam, including her dead body.  I fought back the tears that came to my eyes.  Pictures of the other members and past members of the VCTF were also on the walls.  I saw pictures of Chloe, her friends, his victims, and me also included in the 'gallery.'  In front of me sat a table.  On the table were my gun, my badge, my handcuffs, my wallet, my keys, and a knife, sitting there, teasing me.  Jack did that on purpose.  He wanted to torture me.  He wanted me to see that I could easily escape and kill him if only I wasn't bound by these stupid ropes.

            I'm sitting on a hard, wooden chair with my feet tied to the legs of the chair and my arms tied on each side of the back.  I try to get free, but I fail for the ropes are tied tightly.  My hands and ankles ache with pain.  My head throbs.  I'm in so much pain.  I close my eyes, but I open them back up when I hear a voice on a loud speaker.

            "Ah, Johnny boy.  You're finally awake.  Well I hope you're having a good time.  I'm sorry I can't come down and visit, but I must run an errand.  Don't worry though; I will be down soon to do what I brought you here to do.  You're going to see Sam soon, but you still won't be able to have her.  You never will.  Sam belongs to me, and me only."

            "You'll never have Sam.  Never.  She doesn't want you.  She never would, even if she was alive."

            Jack laughed, "John, John.  You don't get it.  You never had a chance with her.  She'd date anyone, as long as it wasn't you."

            That sentence hit me hard.  Was I really that readable?  How did he know I was thinking that with everyone she dated?  Coop and those other guys.  I hated them because she picked them instead of me.  No, I'm letting Jack get to me.  This is what he wants to do, torment me inside.  I can't let him do it.

            "As much as I like this verbal banter, I really do have to go.  Don't worry, though, I'll be back soon."

            I sit here starring at everything in this room.  I try to come up with ways to escape; yet nothing comes to me.  That's when it comes to me.  I remember the pocketknife in my back pocket.  My grandpa gave it to me when I was a little boy, and I always carried it around.  I use my right hand to reach for the pocket the knife is in.  My wrist is in pain because of the ropes, but I don't quit.  I let out a deep breath when I finally get it out.  Thank God Jack didn't go through that pocket.  I open the knife up, and it slips out of my hands.  I catch it just in time.  Be calm, John.  You can do this.  I start working on cutting the ropes around my wrist.  I can do this.

~*~*~*~

            "They got home safely, sir."

            "Good.  Go on with your work," Bailey said. 

            "Any word yet?" asked a grief-stricken Chloe as she walked up to Bailey with her arms folded across her chest.  She quickly removed one arm and wiped away a tear from her eye.

            "No, nothing yet.  I'm going to go see what else we can do.  We'll find him, don't worry."

            Bailey walked away.  Chloe pulled out a chair at the table.  She slowly sat down.  She buried her face in her hands and started to cry.  She quickly stopped herself.  She moved her hands to her eyes, wiping the tears away.  She slowly rubbed her temples while her eyes were shut.  Chloe let out a deep breath.

            "How are you holding up?" questioned George as he walked up to the table.

            "Not good.  What are you doing?"

            "I was checking the security tapes.  I found nothing.  Now I'm making sure Jack hasn't left any messages."

            "Do you think he's okay?"

            "I'm sure he is," George said with a small smile.

            "Find anything yet?" Bailey asked as he and Grace walked into the room.

            "Nothing."

            "What can we do?  Jack's not giving us any help, we can't find anything, and our profiler is being held by Jack."

            Chloe glanced up at the picture John on the screen.  Images floated through her head.  "You may not have him, but you have his notes.  Maybe there is something in there."

            "Sir, there's been a murder," a man said as he ran into the room.

            "We are already busy with a case right now if you haven't noticed."

            "It was Jack.  There was a note by the body telling whoever found it to call the VCTF.  It also says that we can have John back now."

            "Let me see the note."  Bailey read a part of the note out loud.  "I don't need John anymore.  Here he is.  You can have him back."

            "No.  No, he can't be dead.  He can't be dead," Chloe muttered.

            "Let's move.  Give me the location.  Come on, Grace, grab your stuff."