Two months later
"How is she?" Donovan asked, walking into the room.

"We caught the infection in time," the doctor started to explain, "no vision loss. She'll have a limp from the gunshot wound."

"Physically, she's fine." Director Bartolini said, "Thank you for bringing my little girl home, Agent Donovan."

"Just doing my job, Sir," Donovan replied, shaking the man's hand, "How is she mentally?"

"She won't talk about what happened, I can understand that, but she needs to let it out." her father commented. "Her heart isn't in the recovery."

Donovan nodded and walked into the Physically Therapy room. Gina was sitting on the floor ignoring everything that was going on.

"Sorry, I haven't come sooner," Donovan apologized, standing behind her.

"On assignment, I know," Gina responded, getting up.

"Where are you going?" he asked, watching her walk away, "You still have therapy."

"Not with you," she replied, heading for the door.

Donovan sighed and went after her. "Not so fast," he growled, grabbing her arm.

"Let, let go of me," Gina stuttered, suddenly very uncomfortable with Donovan holding her.

"Scared?" he asked, backing her against the wall.

"Stop it!" Gina begged, trying to push him away.

"Make me," Donovan whispered in her ear as his hand started to caress her hip, "make me or submit."

Donovan smiled when he saw the anger flash in her eyes. He took one step back, but never let his grip on her loosen. He blocked her knee that was aiming to ht a sensitive spot on his body.

"Don't do that!" Gina yelled, throwing a couple of punches at him.

"Are you mad?" Donovan yelled back at her, as she knocked his legs out from under him.

Gina sat on his chest, her breathing heavy, her hand squeezing his neck, "Don't ever do that to me again." she hissed.

"How does it feel to finally let some of that anger go?" Donovan gasped.

"Why?" Gina asked, letting go of his throat, "Why did you do that?"

Donovan woke with a start. His face was sore and still recovery from the beating he took. He knew what he needed to do. In a few week's time everything would be over, John promised. He was ready for it.
"What's the matter Frankie, dreaming of her again?" John asked, shining a flashlight into his face. Donovan rolled towards the wall as much as his chains would let him. "She's your enemy Frank. They're going to have her stop you from doing your job."

"My enemy," Donovan repeated.

"Soon this will all be over," John smiled, leaving a small plate of food.

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"Two months!" Jake huffed in frustration, "Why can't we find him?"

"We will," Tom said, scanning frequencies, "John'll slip up sooner or later."

"You said that weeks ago!" Alex accused him.

The past two months they had checked out every known place that John and Donovan had spent any time frequenting. Nothing turned up. They had no idea if Donovan was dead or alive.

Alex wasnt' too happy with Tom being in charge or that Gina was also running her own thing.
Granted, Tom and Gina had more connections with Donovan than she and the team did, but it still hurt to be left out of the loop.

"Oh my God!" Cody whispered, dropping his precious laptop.

"What? What is it?" Tom demanded to know.

"That's Donovan's GPS signal," Cody replied in disbelief.

They all gathered around the computer to see where the signal was coming from.

"I don't believe it," Gina laughed, "I know where that warehouse is,"

"What?" Jake asked

"That warehouse is where Donovan used to take me to train after my accident," she replied.

"Gather up people," Tom ordered, "we have a mission."
Two days later

Jake and Gina quietly made their way through the abandoned warehouse. They moved in between the two tables. Jake looked down at the instruments and shook his head.

"What the hell was going on?" he muttered.

"I have an idea and I'm praying I'm wrong." Gina replied, moving towards the back door, "Let's see what's behind door number two."

Jake stepped in front of Gina and held his hand out. He kicked the door in and searched the room. Gina followed behind him.

"What the hell died in here?" he gasped at the smell.

Gina surveyed the room with her flashlight. A mattress against the far wall with chains. A chair in the corner. Speakers on the wall. Little scraps of food left on a plate on the floor. She shined her light on the mattress once again and saw some crimson stains.

"Oh my God!" Gina gasped, realizing what happened to Frank.

"What?" Jake demanded to know.

"Look what we found!" Alex yelled into the building.

Gina and Jake stumbled out of the room and saw Alex and Tom drag John in.