I unclasp the wire from my bra, leaving the device taped under the bathroom sink. "I have to take the wire off," I whisper loud enough for those listening to know I'm not in any real danger. "He hasn't confessed anything to me and he likely won't. I'm going to take a look around his house," I tell everyone before I flush the toilet and run the sink. I can only imagine their faces at the sounds from the device.

*******

I open the bathroom door, seeing Sanford sitting on the bed.

"I was wondering if you changed your mind?" His eyes meet mine.

"No," I shake my head. "I want this," I tell him, walking towards him. My legs brush against his, as my eyes watch him. I gently push him onto the mattress, his back lying flat as I hover above his body. "Do you have any ties?" I question.

"What'd you have in mind?" His eyes rise in amusement.

"A little fun," I answer, blowing a stream of air against his lips as he breathes it in.

"Try the top drawer." He nods towards the dresser. I slowly pull it open, seeing a few that will do the trick. I take the first one, covering his eyes and tying behind his head.

I run my hand along his chest, trying to quell any thoughts he might be having. "Relax," I whisper into his ear, "you'll get your turn." I take another, tying it through the bedpost into a knot and then securing it tightly around his wrist. I make sure he's not capable of going anywhere; too bad he didn't have handcuffs.

I move my hand over his stomach, teasing my fingers against his boxer shorts. "Jocelyn," his voice is a hoarse whisper as he shifts to touch me.

I work on his other wrist and then both his legs, securing him to the bed.

"You're not going anywhere," I remind him, moving my fingers up his chest and slowly lifting his shirt. "Do you have any whipped cream or chocolate syrup?"

His breathing grows intense. "Yes," he moans out, "in the kitchen."

"I'll be right back," I answer, running my hands down his chest and over his stomach before slipping out of the bedroom.

I quietly scout the house. I look through his desk in the dining room and come up with hundreds of articles on the missing women. I let out a sigh, hoping to find something that will be substantial to help us break the case.

I open the basement door, stepping downstairs and breathing in the foul smell. I turn on the light, not finding anyone being held and let out a frustrated breath. I head back on up to the main floor, digging around, looking for anything of relevance.

"Jocelyn?" I hear him calling and I roll my eyes.

"Just a second," I answer with a fake-smile, trying to seem excited about being there.

I close my eyes, thinking of Jack and what he would do if he were in the house. Is there someplace he would look that I haven't? I check the kitchen cabinets, the fridge, and finally the spare bedroom. I step inside the closed door, seeing pictures lying across the bed of the missing women. The photos were all taken postmortem and weren't released to the public. I feel my heart pounding and my blood pumping as I turn around and walk into a male body.

"Shit," I breathe out, eyeing Sanford as he backs me into the room.

"What are you, some kind of cop? I know I've been followed for the past week," he muses. "It was only a matter of time until one of you came on to me."

I shake my head. "You're mistaken," I respond, feeling the wall against my back. His eyes are cold and lifeless, as I watch the world in slow motion. His hands come towards me, ready to strangle me, and that's when I see a switchblade in his hands. I know what's coming next; I sense it.

I duck down, managing to fall to the floor and reach for my gun from my ankle. "Freeze, FBI!" I warn him. "Make a move and I'll shoot you."

"I'm in my own house. You can't shoot me," he laughs darkly.

"Come any closer," I warn him, cocking the safety off and aiming the gun for his chest.

His hand with the knife goes for me, slashing at my wrist, giving me no choice but to shoot him. The bullet grazes past his wrist, blood trickling down his skin while he screams out in agony. "You bitch!" He forcefully comes towards me, causing me to discharge my weapon again, this time hitting him in the chest.

His body shakes and I glance up moments later to see Jack and Vivian with their guns drawn. I kneel on the floor beside the pool of blood and his body. "Where is he?" I question, pulling him towards me to look him in the eyes. My hands are bunched into fists, tightly gripping his shirt.

He shakes his head 'no' and his eyes close, as his lifeless body grows pale. I feel Jack's hand on my shoulder as the paramedics come--and then the coroner, once it's determined that he's dead.

Jack helps me to my feet, as I glance down at the gash on my hand. I move towards the bathroom, washing away the blood. I glance up in the mirror at my reflection to see Jack standing behind me.

"Did you--" his voice trails off, not wanting to ask and likely not wanting to know if the two of us did anything sexual.

"No," I answer softly. "I had to take the wire off, though. I couldn't chance him seeing or feeling it," I point out.

"We still don't know where Kent Collins is," Jack reminds me.

"Likely dead," I muse sadly, watching his eyes in the mirror.

"We have enough to get him on two counts of manslaughter," Jack points out. "You did good."

"No," I shake my head. "I didn't accomplish what I was here for."

"You got this killer off the street."

"And if Collins isn't dead yet, he likely will be now," I point out. "We don't know where he is, and now we may never know."

I lean back into Jack's warm body, feeling his hands on my shoulders and a soft kiss on the top of my head. "We'll find him, Samantha. You know we will."

"I think it's too late," I answer sadly, turning in his embrace and momentarily resting my head against his chest. I hear footsteps making their way towards the bathroom, and I step back from Jack's hold and see Danny eyeing us. I'm not sure how much he saw, but I already know he's not oblivious to what's going on between us.

"They found a body."

"Whose?" Jack questions, following Danny down into the basement. I trail along behind them, my heart beating frantically that this was all a wasted cause.

"Looks to be your missing person, Kent Collins." I hear Kellar's voice and turn around to see him looming over the body. "We found him trapped under some floorboards down here. By the looks of it, he's been dead for awhile."

I let out a soft breath, slightly frustrated that we couldn't have found this guy in time. We had the date book staring us in the face and didn't even realize the clues that were left behind.

Jack makes his way upstairs, scouting out the rest of the house. Kellar approaches me, keeping his voice out of earshot. "That was one hell of a performance you gave on tape."

"I bet," I laugh softly. "Thanks for letting us crash at your cabin."

"Glad I could help," he answers. "You know we really owe you one. If it wasn't for your involvement, we likely would have had more deaths on our hands." His eyes glance into mine. "Can I take you out to dinner tonight?"

"I don't think that's such a good idea."

"How about tomorrow?" His smile warms my heart and I let out a soft breath.

"I'm seeing someone right now," I answer.

"I heard Martin was into you, but I never thought you'd go for it."

"It's not him," I answer, biting down on my lower lip. "I should go. Thanks again for letting us use the cabin," I tell him with a smile, feeling his eyes on me as I head up the stairs.

"Sam," I hear Jack's voice and turn around to see him pulling out a set of keys. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah, we need to pick up your car from the bar," I remind him.

"It's already been done," he answers, showing me a spare set of car keys. I follow him to the car and take a seat in the passenger's side. I shut my eyes, replaying the day's events over in my mind as I feel Jack's hand rest above mine. "You okay with me staying the night?"

My eyes open and my head turns to glance at him. "I'd be hurt if you didn't."