"Prints are back," Skeeter said ominously the next morning, as he handed Jimmy the file. "And it is our old friends."

Jimmy flipped the folder open to confirm what he knew to be true already, and skimmed Carter's findings quickly. "I want every doctor at that hospital questioned. How did two patients just escape without anyone knowing about it? It took two days for people to figure this out?"

"We're not sure yet. There are some prints that haven't been identified yet," Skeeter continued. "Shreve's and Davis' yeah, but there are two more sets."

Jimmy looked off into the distance before replying slowly. "Didn't this woman have a cult following? Her patients did break her out of the prison van."

Skeeter nodded in agreement. "I'll look into that. How is everybody holding up?"

"They're holding their own," Jimmy replied, thinking of his own experiences when Kimberly was kidnapped all those years ago. "They've got each other."

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Max buried her head under her pillow, not wanting to face the day. It can't be good, she thought, whatever is happening, it won't be. Sinking down as far as she would go on the mattress she was afraid to see the world out there. Pulling the blanket more tightly around herself, she closed her eyes again. I don't care what time it is, she thought. Ignoring the footsteps coming closer, she tried to block out the coming day. Feeling Kenny sit down on the bed beside her, she sighed internally, and cracked her eyes open to look at him.

"Wasn't sure if you were up yet," he said in way of greeting, glad that she managed to get some sleep last night. "How'd you sleep?"

"Better then I thought," Max replied softly. "I guess I was kinda drained."

"Yeah," Kenny agreed, although he had drifted off hours after her. "It's almost nine."

Max nodded, still trying to find her footing after the past few days. "Really? Where's Em?"

"Happy in her play pen," Kenny replied, not wanting to bring up the next subject. "Uh, Jimmy just called. He's on his way over."

"Any news?"

"He was vague, but Max . . ."

She watched her husband as he trailed off, lost in thought. Last night, she thought, remembering how he held onto her as she sobbed, and then falling into bed together. The release of all those emotions, she shuddered, even in the worst times . . . he can still make me feel like everything is right in the world.

"I know," she said softly, wondering how Josh had slept. If he had slept. "I guess I'll get up then."

"Max, I," Kenny started, not sure where to go with this. "Yeah. You want anything to eat? I'm making oatmeal for Emily."

Max shook her head. "Maybe later."

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"Hush little baby," Danny crooned, as Jen flipped through the news stations. "Don't say a word."

"Dammit! They know," Jen spat, as she pointed to their side by side pictures on the screen. "That wasn't supposed to happen yet!"

"We knew we only had so long before Cornerstone knew we were gone," Danny rationalized. "We were down in solitary, so we got the extra day out of it."

"We won't get out of the state then, all the roads are blocked," Jen growled. "People will recognize us here. We can't finish this if we stay in Wisconsin."

Danny smiled maliciously down at squirming child. "Maybe we should change our plan then."

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"So now we know," Jimmy finished, telling both Kenny and Max about the prints, note and photos.

Max nodded, as she leaned up against the kitchen counter and tried to ignore the half dozen news vans parked in their driveway. "What else?"

"They won't be able to go anywhere," Jimmy stressed, wishing that he had better news when he looked at both of their tortured faces. "Their pictures are plastered all of the news, and someone will recognize them. We'll get them."

Kenny wrapped his arm around his wife's waist, as Emily played with the cheerios in her high chair. "What can we do?"

"Sit tight," Jimmy answered swiftly, not wanting them involved because of their personal attachment to this. "We're doing this by the book, and I know it's tough not to be involved."

"I can't just sit here and do nothing," Kenny lamented.

Jimmy shot a look at a pale and shaky Max and Emily before replying. "Your family needs you here. That isn't nothing."

Kenny tightened his grip around Max's waist, as he replied. "When he had Max, it wasn't an issue then. Or when you went after Kim that time."

Jimmy gritted his teeth, and even though he knew this was coming it was still difficult for him. "I was a wreck going after Kim, and if I recall you weren't in great shape when Max was missing. Both of you aren't getting involved, and consider your selves on permanent leave until I say so. This is non-negotiable, and believe me you need time to deal with this. Stay here, be with Emily, and let us do our jobs. That is the best thing that can happen."

"Okay," Max cut in before Kenny could offer another argument, and she didn't really want to hear about the time Danny had kidnapped and raped her anymore. "Just . . .find him. Please?"

Kenny bit his tongue as he looked down at his shattered wife, and knew that Jimmy's words were true. "Okay, fine. We'll stay."

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Jimmy nodded. "I'll give you both a call later."

"We don't have to tell you anything," Sarah Rogers sneered. "So what if you have our fingerprints? It doesn't mean anything."

"You went to treatment with Jennifer Davis," Skeeter countered. "Who coincidently is a murderer, and more recently a kidnaper. Whose prints were also found at the scene."

"You can make this hard for me," Jimmy picked up. "And on yourself, but if you do that believe me you'll regret it. Where is Josh Lacos?"

"Go to hell," Cara Sanchez sneered.

"You can tell us, or you can be prosecuted as aiding and abating a kidnaper. I will see to it personally that you're locked up for the rest of your lives. If anything happens to that child, and I mean anything, the harshest penalty will be applied," Jimmy said lowly. "Or you can cooperate, and I'll see what deals I can work out with the D.A..

"I don't see your friend Dr. Davis swooping into save you now," Skeeter finished, as the first hints of doubt crossed their faces. "What is it going to be?"

The two women exchanged a nervous glance, as Cara asked. "What kind of deal?"

"Don't tell them anything," Sarah interrupted. "That child is where he belongs."

"Get her out of here," Jimmy said, nodding to Pete. "While we talk to Ms. Sanchez."

"Don't tell," Sarah screamed, as Pete dragged her toward her cell. "Don't Cara! They'll win then!"

Her screams were muffled as the heavy door closed behind Pete and the other two turned back toward Cara.

"Where is Josh Lacos? Now," Jimmy demanded.

"I . . . I don't know," Cara stammered, as the two men towered over her. "Really! We helped Jen and Danny break out . . . I was a nurse at Cornerstones. Jen helped me get the job. It was easy to sneak them out. I just forged some papers and replaced people in their rooms. They were in solitary, so it was more of a head count thing anyway. It gave them time . . . Jen helped me so much, it seemed like the least I could do."

"The least you could do? They are both killers," Skeeter asked incredulously.

"You don't understand!"

"Did you know what they were going to do?"

Cara sat there trembling before she whispered. "They, Danny and Jen, said that these people destroyed their lives. They wanted to make things right, they said it was a mistake that they were in here. I didn't know until they came out of the house with the child, but they said that it was going to be okay. We weren't supposed to say anything . . . but Danny said that they'd be back for us."

"Where were they going?" Jimmy asked, as he studied the woman in front of him. "If you know, you have to tell us."

"I don't know, I swear," Cara stammered. "They said that they were going to take him away, give him the life that he deserves. Please, I'm telling the truth. I don't know anymore."

"Get her out of here," Jimmy ordered, feeling a wave of sympathy for the 22 year old that sat hand cuffed in the interrogation room. "I'm calling Georgia."

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"I don't know how you, of all people, are okay with just sitting here and doing nothing," Kenny exclaimed, as he watched Max and Emily play on the living room floor together after Jimmy had left. "Max . . . we can't just sit here. You were never one to take no for an answer."

"I," she started, as she turned her gaze to the window for a moment before continuing. "Kenny, I can't do this. Do you think I like sitting here and doing nothing? Or the fact that Danny, monster that he is, has our child? I can't . . . God, I'm so numb, it hurts to think, to breathe . . . I can't do this."

"Max, Max," Kenny said softly, seeing that she was holding it together by a supreme effort. "I know. It just seems like we should be doing something."

She shook her head, causing her long hair to fall in her face as she stammered. "Like what? I'm trying so hard to stay positive, and I'd know if he was . . . hurt, or . . .I'd know. But it's Danny, and Jen . . . so I'm not so sure anymore."

Kenny scooped Emily up into his lap, as he joined them on the floor. Listening to the girls squeal of laughter, he wanted nothing more then to bring her brother home to her. "So lets go find him, or at least help."

"How?"

Seeing her focus somewhat brought immediate relief to Kenny's heart. "The pictures?"

Max shook her head, trying to drone out the image of Josh surrounded by all of those knives, as a thought flooded her mind. "What if they weren't knives? All we saw were the tips, so they could have been anything."

"Meaning?"

"White walls, bright lights . . .if it was a hospital, they could have been scalpels," Max replied thoughtfully, glad for the distraction.

"So?"

Max shrugged. "If there in a hospital, there are only so many places to hide. Especially ones that have supplies nearby."

"Unfinished floor? How many hospitals nearby have construction going on?" Kenny continued, as he bounced Emily happily on his lap. "Not many."

Jumping slightly at the ringing phone, Max said quietly. "I'm almost afraid to answer that."

Kenny reached across, and snatched the cordless from it's receiver. "Hello?"

Chuckles filled his ear, as soon as he spoke. "How does it feel?"

"Who is this?"

"How does it feel to have something that belongs to you taken away? You didn't just take my freedom, you took my love from me," the voice continued, as Kenny reached out for Max.

"Danny? Where the hell are you?" Kenny snapped. "Where is Josh?"

"So many questions," he drawled. "And they will all be answered in good time. Until then I need a favor if you want him back intact, although Jen and I have no problems sending him back in bits and pieces."

"What do you want?"

"Call off the search, the police must go. That isn't how we're playing this game."

"This isn't a game," Kenny countered, knowing that there was a tap on their phone, and he hoped that someone out there was recording this.

"Oh it is," Danny replied happily. "I would like to talk to Max now, just to say hi."

"She isn't here," Kenny lied, not wanting her to have to listen to Danny's crazy bullshit. "What do you want?"

"Get her, or you might find a not so nice surprise on you doorstep tomorrow morning."

Kenny shot her a worried glance, as he covered the receiver. "He wants to talk to you."

Max swallowed nervously, as she nodded. "I thought I'd never have to see or talk to him again."

"I know," Kenny answered quietly, as he handed her the phone.

"Hello, Danny," Max said quietly, not sure that she was ready for this.

"It's so good to hear your voice," he gushed. "I've missed you."

Max swallowed again. "Where is Josh?"

"Not yet, not yet. I'm sure Kenny will fill you in on my wishes, but I just wanted to say hi and tell you that you have a beautiful child. I must hang up now, before you trace my call. I'll see you soon," Danny said smoothly, as he hung up. "My love."

Max stared at the phone, as the dial tone rang in her ear. "Oh, god, Kenny."

He took the phone from her, as it rang again. "Hello?"

"We didn't get a trace, we needed 15 more seconds," Pete said in way of greeting. "But we got a general area, which is better then nothing."

"Thanks," Kenny said quickly, as he pulled Max tightly against his chest. "Uh, I gotta go."

Turning back to his wife, as he tossed the phone away she said. "Did they . . ."

"General area."

"Any hospitals there?"

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"Green Bay is a large general area," Skeeter said wryly.

Jimmy looked up from the pictures on his desk. "It's a start."

"Isn't Cornerstones located in Green Bay? It could just be a coincidence," Pete interjected. "Those photos do look like they were taken in a hospital."

"Danny and Jen worked so hard to get out of there," Skeeter argued. "Shit. That would be the last place we would look."

Jimmy picked up a photo again, and studied the child carefully before replying. "We need more evidence before we go and get a warrant."

"If Josh is in there," Pete began before Jimmy cut him off.

"If he is, we will be doing this by the book," Jimmy said firmly to his new son in law. "They want us to call off the search, and that isn't going to happen. The last thing I want to do is cause them to disappear, and that will happen if we go in half cocked. That said, I'm not opposed to staking out Cornerstones."

"I'm on it," Skeeter replied.

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"It's your parents," Kenny said, checking the caller id. "You want it?"

On top of everything else, Max thought, no. "Sure. Why not?"

Kenny regarded her skeptically, before tossing the ringing cordless back onto the couch. She's strung tight enough as it is, he rationalized. "You don't sound to sure about that."

"They're my family," she argued, as the ringing stopped. "I would have talked to them."

"And when was the last time you got off the phone with them without being upset?"

Max pulled herself out of his arms, and walked over to the bay windows to look at the gray and rainy day. Droplets streaked the glass, as she squinted to see the lake through the trees. Danny's voice echoed in her mind, and the thought of that monster touching Josh made her want to vomit. Shuddering, she jumped when Kenny placed both his hands on her shoulders.

"Don't!" she snapped, whirling away.

I haven't seen that look in her eyes in so long, he thought, watching her. The pain, fear, she looks like she did after Danny raped her, so he chose his next words carefully. "Max, Honey, I know that you're hurting. I didn't want to make it worse."

She looked at him before sighing. "You didn't. I just don't know how to do this."

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"It doesn't look like a looney bin," Pete commented, as he and Skeeter staked out Cornerstone. "What do you think is going to be in that addition? A spa? Casino? I wouldn't mind going nuts if I could live it up like this."

"Plus it's easy to take a vacation from here," Skeeter replied dryly. "Shit. I feel useless just sitting here, especially if they're in there."

"What do you think they want? It obviously isn't about money," Pete asked, not liking where his thoughts were leading him. "Revenge? I can't imagine that they would . . . they're not completely insane?"

Skeeter grimaced at the memory of what happened in the woods all those years ago, and the stretched faces they found in a closest of the old mill. "They are. The hope that I have is that Danny is obsessed with Max, in his own twisted way he thinks that he loves her. I'm praying that means that he won't do anything to hurt Josh. Jen though, she wants revenge. I don't know, all we can do is follow the clues."

"They're aren't many," Pete argued. "Hell, we have their pictures all over the news. Someone has to have seen them."

"Unless they're holed up," Skeeter continued. "And if it's here, they might have connections. After all they did have two nurses break them out."

"So maybe the easiest way to get in would be as a patient? Doctor? Nurse," Pete asked. "Because we have no idea who they're connected too."

"It's a lot of what ifs," Skeeter said thoughtfully, wondering who the hell could get away with posing as a doctor, although he thought of few people who would make good patients.

"And we don't know for sure," Pete finished, giving the building a quick scan. "But what else do we have?"

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"Two weeks," Jimmy said bitterly, pacing around his kitchen. "Two weeks with no contact."

"Didn't Danny say that they were playing a game?" Jill asked slowly.

"He also said that if we didn't call off the search something bad was going to happen," Jimmy replied, trying to ignore the dread building in his gut. "I'm starting to think that Skeeter and Pete's idea isn't a bad one. They have to be hiding somewhere because no one has reported a sighting."

"There was a psychological study years ago where a man posed as a mental patient," Jill began. "And it was several months before anyone caught on to him not having mental problems. The other patients figured it out before the doctors did. So it can be done."

Jimmy nodded, as he continued to mull the idea over in his thoughts.

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"Ahh! No," Max cried, giving the blankets a kick. "No!"

Kenny flipped on the lights at her screams, and grabbed her arm as she sat up quickly and gasped for air.

"Max, Honey. It's okay. It was only a dream," Kenny said softly, as he watched her try to catch her breath. "Whatever it was, it wasn't real."

She shook her head, and tried to collect her thoughts. "No."

He pulled her sweat drenched body closer to him. "Yes. Ssh, it's okay."

Max let herself sink into his arms, and felt him run his hands up and down her back. Closing her eyes to block out the intrusive images, she tried not to think about anything.

"You want to talk about it?"

Max lifted her head, so she could look up at him before she choked out. "They . . . Danny and Jen . . . all I could do was watch. No matter what I tried I couldn't get close enough to stop them! Oh god Kenny, they killed him . . . they cut him."

"It wasn't real," he cut in, as she paused for air. "Max, that isn't going to happen."

She shook her head again. "It's been two weeks. And nothing. Don't you feel it? They don't want money, it's their way of payback."

Not wanting to believe her sudden pessimism, he argued. "You can't think that way Max, and you heard Danny on the phone that night. It's a game to them, and this is what they want right now . . . to have us suffer."

"They also said they would cut him up if we didn't call off the search," Max countered softly.

"No," Kenny said firmly. "I'm not going to believe that. And neither are you."

"Don't tell me what to do!" Max snapped, as her emotions raged.

"I'm not going to sit here and say that Josh is dead," Kenny shot back. "Just because you had a nightmare!"

"He's gone," Max replied. "I can feel it."

"Bullshit! You can't give up!"

"Why not? Because you let some lunatic kidnappers into our house?"