Garret's POV

I listened to Woody as he talked frantically to Nigel a few feet away from me, who had a bleak expression plastered to his pale face. "So it's from a 1980's couch only distributed in and around Boston," "Yes mate. And hears the cool part, I ran the names of some of the blokes that bought one since 1988, and I found an suspicious fellow, by the name of Rodger Harris, 39, he has a rape and attempted murder charge glued to his record, So I did a little background check on our Mister Harris guess what car he drives?" "A Mazda?" Nigel's answer was a cocky smirk, "turns out his mother was a hooker in Charlestown, look at her." He handed Woody a picture and His face lit up. "It looks like..." "Jordan." I finished walking up to them, "Yeah" Woody said his face suddenly looked so full of... hope, I had to smile, "Get this guys address," "Sure, it'll take me a few hours," "Okay, I'm going to find Agent Thomas, thanks you guys." I smiled as he ran out of the room zealously, his face lit up like a Christmas tree "Good job Nige, I'm going to go see Devan about those interviews, see if anyone of her Vic's had heard of a Rodger Harris."

Devan was sitting in the conference room, her blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, her navy dress suit tidy and smart looking. "Devan, how'd you're interview go?" I asked her with more certainty than I felt. She looked up from the files that were spread across the table. "Not good, most didn't want to talk." Her face looked grey and tired. "Well see if any remember a Rodger Harris." I said walking out before she could answer me.

All I knew was time was ticking away, and for all we knew Jordan could be dead.

Jordan's POV

"Oh Crap." I whispered as I heard footsteps, and had long since felt my energy go after several hours of pounding, kicking and screaming at the heavy metal door to no avail, although I got a couple of "It's no use, no one can hear you." from a voice outside

. I leaned against the cold cement wall, my knees tucked securely under my chin, I was just exhausted, my bones ached with cold, loneliness and fatigue. My lungs were sore from breathing in dirt, I wondered if Woody was cold, I wondered if he was even trying to find me anymore, if he had given up on me, as I had on him, it had been two day, I think, and he wasn't here. 'Like Daddy' a voice in my head whispered, I knew it was wrong, leading him on like that, the way I did. I knew I would eventually push him away, like I always did, I kissed him cause dad went away, I just needed someone to talk to and he was there for me like always. And I used him, and played him "I tried to kill myself in his house, then I get kidnapped and now I'm thinking of how I'm going to break up with him, am I that bad?" I whispered to myself. I wiped a tear away, "I Wanna go home, wear it's warm." I mumbled, rubbing my hands together. "and safe," I added as an afterthought.

Woody's POV

"Nigel what have you got for me?" I overstressed when he came bouncing threw the door, a crowd behind him, that included Garret, who had a decidedly large grin glued to his face, Lily, Bug, who didn't look quite as grumpy, and Peter, who stood like statue with a silly smirk. "I got the bastard's address." He chuckled "let's go get the girl Farm Boy."