Leslie hadn't slept all night and the previous hours had been extremely tense. Those few hours that she had slept had helped her to feel much better. After taking a bath, she walked toward Huntress' cell. Dr. Moore intercepted her on her way.

"Dr. Tomkins, I would like you to come with me."

She followed him to a lower floor. There was a metallic door and two guards in front of it. They opened the door and they walked inside. It was a large room, and there were many cells. Ther was a man in each one. They were lying on metallic beds with their eyes closed.

"Why are they jail?" she asked, horrified.

"They are things. We need to protect ourselves from them. "

"Are they dead?" She stood in front of one of the cells, looking inside.

"No, we keep them drugged to avoid problems, that way I can take samples or do experiments… We have failed a few times." Moore explained.

"What does that means?"

"I'm telling you not to worry if, during you experiments, one of them dies, it happens some times."

Leslie felt sick, really sick; these men were insane. She rubbed her eyes; she needed to control herself to prevent them from discovering her.

"We used their blood and other samples to do our experiments. You can use them freely." Moore said proudly.

"I'll do it, as soon as I finish with my notes in your computer."

"Sure, want to go there?"

"Yes, yes… but I'd like to check the woman first." Leslie sighed, rubbing her nose. She felt nervous. It was one thing to help crime fighters, it was quite another being involved in a case surrounded by mad people.

"All right. See you in my office in ten minutes." Moore smiled.

Leslie nodded. Both walked outside the room. A few seconds later, she was in front of the room where the brunette was; the guard let her walk in, and another, inside, opened the door of the small cell. Huntress seemed to be sleeping.

Standing up next to her, she checked her pulse and her heart rhythm. Her breathing was much better. Knowing her healing abilities, she was sure she would remove the equipment the next day.

The girl move slightly. Leslie smiled and brushed her hair back, it was a mess, and she knew she liked to be tidy. "Good, you are much better now."

The girl moved restlessly and half opened her eyes trying to focus on her. Leslie moved her head back, she didn't like that look. The young woman blinked; she moved her head to the other side and closed her eyes.

"Huntress?" she asked, but the girl kept remained still. She took her chin with her hand and moved her face to hers. "Huntress, I'm talking to you."

Huntress looked at her, dazed, Leslie noticed her glassy pupils, she seemed be in another world. Leslie clapped her checks softly. "What happened to you?" The brunette just closed her eyes again. Leslie, annoyed, took out her flashlight and examined her eyes. "Huntress, do you know who I am?" she asked.

The brunette closed her eyelids again; she was completely out of it. Leslie felt the anger growing inside her. "Dammit!" Furiously she hit the cell wall. "Guard, open the door! I want to see Dr. Moore now!"

Moore was signing some papers in his office. Leslie stormed inside the office.

"Why did you drug her?" she yelled at him.

"Excuse me?" He raised his head, surprised.

"You drugged her, why?" She stood up in front of the desk. "She is totally lost!"

"She was in pain."

"Doctor, I'm not stupid." She crossed her arms. "One thing is painkillers and it's quite another to drug a person to knock her out. You drugged her, why?"

He leaned back in his chair. "Morton ordered it."

"What?"

"He ordered it; he wanted us to keep her out with drugs." He handed Leslie a note.

Leslie took it and read it carefully. "What is this guy thinking?"

"She attacked him," Dr. Moore explained.

"What?" Leslie couldn't believe his words. "How? She is still recovering! She can't stand up! She was in surgery twenty four hours ago!"

"It was today at midday, he went to visit her and she attacked him. She broke his nose. When the guards walked inside, he had her against the floor."

Leslie grumbled, annoyed, damn girl. Why she had done that? She had asked her to stay quiet.

"We need to work on the serum." He crossed his arms.

"Right, right. " Leslie nodded and walked toward the computer. "Let's get to work." She needed to find a way to send Oracle a message.

"How could he survive?" Dinah asked, seated at one of the computers, "We saw him die." She felt angry inside, sad; she wanted to find Helena as soon as possible, but the guy had just disappeared.

"That's the question that has been in my head all day," Barbara said distractedly, noting on her screen the places, days and hours, the dead bodies that had been found and where the kidnappings had been.

"I found the death certificate."

"Death certificate?" the red head removed her eyeglasses and turned her head to look at the blonde.

"I have it here."

"Wait a second…" Barbara wheeled toward Dinah. She looked at the document that her protégé had opened. Taking the mouse, she moved the scroll bar down, reading carefully.

"What?" the blonde asked.

The red head didn't respond, she typed a name and waited a few seconds.

"Doctor Moore, he worked for the police department for twenty five years and then he just quit," Barbara mumbled.

"Who is he?" Dinah asked.

"The doctor that signed the certificate."

"Oh… Something interesting in his profile?"

"He quit and he was two years from retirement, it's strange. Why would he quit before his retirement? Do some research about him, Dinah."

"What do you need?"

"Everything about him, maybe we need to visit him." She wheeled toward her monitor again.

Dinah sighed. She couldn't hide her frustration. "How do you do it?" she asked her mentor.

"How do I do what?"

"How can you think with such a cool head?"

"I don't understand." Barbara raised her brow and turned her chair to the teen.

"When my mother was kidnapped by those man," Dinah said, lowering her head, "I felt broken. I was dying inside. I couldn't think… and… now, Helena is lost, in the hands of a lunatic… and I see you… and I don't understand how you do it. I try, but I can't."

Barbara looked at her a few seconds in silence. "Helena has been my company all these years; she made me smile again; she pushed me to fight, to keep going. She is my best friend." She felt a knot in her throat, "I'm dying inside, Dinah, I feel broken. But I can't stop, because I want her back." She slowly turned to work at her monitor. "We need to visit Dr. Moore, Dinah."

The teen didn't know what to say. It had been a bad question at a bad moment. She bit her lip. "Right."

Helena's eyes opened groggily. She had lost all sense of time; they had kept her drugged since her fight with Morton. She felt someone moving her slowly until she rested on her side. Immediately, hands began to remove her bandages on her back and arm. It was not Leslie, the hands were calloused and rough. She tried to move, but he held her easily.

"My God! It's amazing… your wound is closing!. You were shot only two days ago," he said, examining her wounds.

"Asshole", the brunette thought, he was lucky, the drugs kept her really numb. Where was Leslie? She felt him doing something to her. He was bandaging her back, he said things to her, but she didn't understand well what he was saying, and she didn't care. She closed her eyes.

Maybe she had fallen asleep a few minutes, the next time she woke up, the man was standing up next to her, preparing a syringe. "We can do marvelous things with you." He smiled cleaning her arm with some alcohol and cotton.

She pulled her arm back, but he took it again. "Oh dear, don't worry, this won't hurt." The doctor held her wrist down. "You are amazing, I have been analyzing your tests and it's incredible. It's better to keep you calm with this."

That was a drug, no way, she tried to pull her arm again, but he was stronger than she. "No please..." she mumbled.

"Easy," he said.

The door of the cell opened. "Doctor Moore." Leslie walked inside, reading some notes.

"Yes?"

"Let me talk with her before you do that. I have some questions for her."

"Questions?"

Helena sighed with relief hearing her friend's voice.

"You wrote here they have a special DNA composition, I want to know if she knows it." She removed her eyeglasses, "Have you asked them if they know about their differences?"

"Uh…" he shook his head, "no."

"Right, this will take me just a few minutes, give me the syringe and I'll drug her as soon as I finish."

"All right." He gave it to her. "She is amazing, her wound is healing incredibly fast."

"Would be, your test says it's possible. Would you help me?"

"How?"

Leslie gave him a cd and a piece of paper "Send this DNA work that I did to this email as an attachment. My assistant will check it with my new software and send it back. It will help us and do this job more quickly."

"Wouldn't it be dangerous?" the doctor asked.

"Nah, she doesn't know anything about chemicals, she just knows how run the program. I'm sure than when she sends the results back, we will be very near to the serum that you have been looking for."

"Oh, excellent." He walked outside the cell.

Leslie kept writing some notes in her notebook until the man exited the room. She put her notebook to the side.

"You can't complain, I was here on time. Are you okay?"

Helena nodded her head.

She checked her pupils. "Mmm… you are pretty drugged."

"Not fun…" the brunette growled.

"I'm trying to mess up all the work and notes of this guy on his computer. They are trying to screw up the DNA of all metas. I sent Oracle a message, I hope she will read it soon."

Leslie checked her wounds; "You are much better, thanks of God. I hope you can stand up soon. We need to move out of here." She began to remove the nasty breather in Huntress' nose and the IV connected to her arm.

"Good…" the brunette mumbled.

"I knew you would love it. I'm going to leave your arm wrapped so your movements won't hurt you." Leslie went toward a table and took the syringe that Moore had left there. She turned her back to Huntress; the brunette closed her eyes and opened them abruptly when she felt the coldness of wet cotton on her arm. Leslie was in front of her with a syringe in one of her hands. She pulled her arm back, she was not going to let her drug her more.

"Huntress…" Leslie glared at her.

"No way…"

Leslie rolled her eyes and took her arm. "Stay quiet!"

"No, please…" Huntress struggled.

Leslie pressed her wrist down and leaned over her. "I need them to think I keep you drugged. Stay quiet if you don't want me to kick your ass!"

"What's… that?" She looked at the syringe, afraid.

"…Vitamins. I put the other syringe inside my pocket."

"You scared me."

"You are a baby," Leslie grumbled, burying the needle in the girl's arm.