Note: Ok, no one's reviewed for me in awhile...I dunno if people just don't like the story, or if they're plain not reviewin'...Just please, review for me and let me know someone wants more...please? *pouts* Oh man, I actually might beg...*nudges muse* He'll beg too!!!! Please review, offer some comments, it's not too hard. Thanks!

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Jean burst into the mansion late in the afternoon, her eyes gleaming with hope. She found Logan, Scott, and Ororo all in the rec room, Logan pacing back and forth behind the couch, something he'd been doing alot lately.

Everyone turned to her, curious as to what the commotion was about, but without getting their hopes up too high. "Jean...what is it?" Ororo asked, standing from her seat.

"The FBI has found a prime suspect. There's a new witness to the most recent abduction, and there's been agents tracking this man since yesterday afternoon. They're bringing him down tonight and following him to where he's keeping these women." Jean let out in one breath.

Logan shot Jean a wide-eyed look and started towards the door.

"Logan, where are you going?" Ororo asked worriedly.

"I'm goin' ta get Hallie back." he snarled.

Scott stood infront of the door to prevent his friend from doing something he may later regret. "Just wait a second..."

"I'll know as soon as the FBI get on the scene, I'm keeping a mental link with one of the agents. We won't be able to do anything until then, I'm afraid no one is to know of the suspect's whereabouts until it all goes down." Jean told Logan from behind, hoping he would calm down for a minute instead of pushing past Scott to get out the door.

Logan just looked up at Scott, then turned around and stormed up to his room.

Jean was about to follow after him, but Ororo put a hand on her shoulder. "Let him go Jean. He'll be alright once Hallie's back."

Jean nodded, looking to Scott, then she flopped down on the couch, keeping her mind clear so she would know what was going on with the FBI.

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Hallie was getting ready to break down, ready to die, to do something besides sitting in the dark. She was all about ready to give up hope of ever being found, of ever seeing her Logan again.

That is, until the hatch above her cold, dark, underground cell was opened. She had to squint from the light that flashed through. Was it daylight? She didn't think so. It wasn't her captor either, he had always come without any light, and he never opened the hatch that much. She heard a voice yelling, but still couldn't make out the person's face with the light in her eyes.

"We got a live one over here!! Call in another ambulance!"

What? Was she hearing right? That sounded like a police officer or something...she was getting out.

The man peered back into the hatch and pointed the flashlight off to the side, then he threw down a little rope latter. "Hang in there miss, we'll get you out of there." He turned again, and Hallie could see 'FBI' written across the back of his jacket in big, yellow letters.

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The FBI agent carried Hallie up the latter, and that's when she heard a familiar voice, yelling in the background.

"Where is she?! She's gotta be here!! HALLIE!!!" Logan called out, pushing past one of the FBI agents and the yellow tape to get on the scene.

Hallie smiled feebly, pointing at Logan as the FBI agent started carrying her towards an ambulance. "That's my husband." she told him hoarsely, tears streaming down her cheeks, leaving traces in the dirt on her face.

When Logan caught sight of Hallie, he was overwhelmed from all the emotions that rushed into him. She looked awful pale, even in the dark, and he could tell she had gotten pretty thin. "Hallie." he called out softly, his voice cracking as he rushed toward her.

Hallie wrapped her arms around Logan as he took her out of the agent's arms. She was so overjoyed that all she could do was breakdown and start sobbing uncontrollably.

"Shhh, it's alright darlin', it's alright. I'm here." Logan gently ran his hand through Hallie's hair as he held her. He could feel her trembling in his arms and tears rimmed his eyes, threatening to fall down his face. Logan glanced at the agent that was still standing there, then watched as some other women were brought out of similar cells like Hallie was in. They were all in various conditions, and some were pulled out in body bags. He cringed, then glanced back at the agent. "I'm takin' her home."

The agent just looked at him, profesionalism and sympathy mixed in his facial expression. "I really should get a statement...but..." he sighed. "We can get that later. Go on, take her home." he tilted his head to the side, motioning for Logan to get going.

Logan didn't waste any time. He shifted Hallie in his arms, picking up his pace as he ducked under the yellow tape and headed toward his truck.

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