"Who are you?" Reyes asked. "You know my name but what am I supposed to call you?"

"Matthew Vicar," Vicar replied with a small smile. "Matthew shall suffice." He handed her another bottle, obviously she was still thirsty. "I'm sorry for the conditions you are being kept in," he watched the pretty FBI agent drink, "But to be anywhere near a water supply would be far too risky."

Reyes replaced the top back on the bottle and slowly set it down next to her, "I don't follow."

"He controls the elements water and earth." Vicar explained, "If he tries to come to you," he looked down and absently, "He won't be able to do it through his powers." Reyes nodded slowly, understanding at least some of it. Or at least she though she did.

"Why would he want to come after me, to you?"

"Your partner," Vicar said in response, "He has unmasked him, even though he doesn't realise it, Monica." She looked at him, somewhat bewildered. Most of this was hard to take in, even for her. "It's the way he works."

"You speak of a 'he'?" Reyes asked, her voice carrying a somewhat pleading tone, "What's his name?"

"To give you his name would endanger you."

"I'm already endangered, Matthew." Reyes said, voice rising ever so slightly. "My partner is going to find out I'm missing, he's bound to worry." She fought to make him see her side of the story, how it effected everything. "If he's worried about me, then he won't be able to concentrate and find this damn 'he' you speak about."

Vicar watched her getting angry. "If you like, I will get a message to your friend. To let him know you are safe and well, but I am afraid I can't let you leave, Monica."

"Why?"

"You are an valuable member to this case," Vicar gazed at her. "To this ongoing fight, things are coming, Monica." He raised his hand and he made the bottle hover, she watched it in amazement but then fixed her gaze on him. "You need to be there for the fight," he lowered his hand and the bottle came back down. "If you leave, you will become a victim yourself."

Monica didn't know what else to do, so she lowered her gaze and took a very deep breath. How could she believe what she was being told, how could she trust this man? She looked back up to him, she saw a truth in his eyes. "I'd like to get a message to John."

Doggett faced Taylor. "Would you happen to know who this younger member is?"

"I don't know, Agent Doggett." Taylor said placing his hands in his lap, "It will only be recently aqquired," he looked down to his hands then back to the FBI agent sitting opposite him. "All I know is that at this time, their powers will be uncontrollable."

"Yeah you already mentioned that," Doggett said, clearly fustrated. Taylor watched Doggett for a moment, "I am not trying to mislead you," he said in an apologetic way. "I honestly have no idea of who he is."

Doggett took a moment to take all this in, it seemed to be the honest-to-god truth. "Then tell me some more about Vicar and these elementalists."

"Why?" Taylor asked shaking his head slowly, "You already know enough."

Doggett stood up and reached across the table to Taylor grabbing him by the scruff of the neck, "My partner has gone missing, she was attacked, she landed in hospital and now she is missing," he shook him. "I need answers and you have them. Tell me what you know!"

Two orderly's bounded into the room when they saw all the commotion, "Easy, Agent Doggett," one said as they pulled him off Taylor. Doggett knew he had to keep his anger in check, but he could tell Taylor knew more than he was letting on. He just had to find Monica, he had failed her once before. He was damned if he was gonna let it happen again. He nodded slowly and the orderly let go of his arms, "I'm sorry, Mr Taylor."

Taylor pressed down his collar and smoothed it out, he looked up to him. "No harm done," he said with a small smile. "I can see how upset and scared you are for your partner," he stood up. "I hope you find her." The orderly led him out, Doggett's hands clenched into fists, "Thank you for your time, Mr Taylor." He watched them go out and the door closed behind them.

"Damnit," Doggett muttered to himself.

Scully had stopped by the X Files office to see Doggett but he hadn't been there, so instead she decided to travel to the hospital in hopes that he was with Reyes. When she walked through the hospital entrance, she didn't expect to be greeted with the sight of FBI agents surrounding the front desk. "Sir," she said as she caught sight of Skinner.

"Dana, what are you doing here?"

"I came to see if Agent Doggett was here," Scully looked back to the other agents, then pulled Skinner to one side. "Has something happened?" Skinner had that look of hesitation on his face, he took of his glasses and pinched the ridge of his nose, he was disapointed with something. He looked back up to her, she recognised the look. Skinner was disapointed with himself. "Monica's gone."

Her eyes widened ever so slightly, "What do you mean gone? She discharged herself?"

"No, she's been taken."

"I thought you were watching over her?"

Skinner looked down to the floor, then grimly said, "I was."

Scully put her hands on her hips, it made sense now. Why Doggett was in such a hurry, why he asked her to go ahead without him. Why hadn't anyone informed her about this? She had as much right to know as anyone else. Instead she said, "Any idea who took her?"

"Yeah, guy called Matthew Vicar."

"Is he an elementalist?" Scully asked very straightforward. Skinner nodded slowly, "At least, we believe so. John's gone off to talk to someone who might have an idea where he is..."

"And why he took Monica?"

"Yeah."

Scully watched him closely, she had known Skinner a long time now and could see he was beating himself up about it. "What happened?" He had a confused look on his face, "How did he get past you?"

"He drugged my drink," Skinner replied, almost ashamed about the revelation. She put her hand on his arm, "You couldn't have done anything about it, sir," she lowered her voice, "It's not your fault."

"I was supposed to be looking after her," Skinner said in defeat. "You all trusted me to," he shook his head slowly, "I just hope she's alright."

"Monica is strong," Scully smiled. "She is one of the strongest people I have ever known, I am sure that wherever she is, she is doing just fine." Skinner looked back up to Scully, "God, I hope you're right, Dana."

Scully nodded slowly, she did too.

Matthew Vicar re-entered the room with a pen and pad of paper, "Monica," he said sitting down next to her. "I have what you asked for," he smiled slightly at the pretty agent.

Reyes took it from him, "Thank you." She tried to keep her hand from shaking as she held the pen up to start writing, her hands were like ice, it was so cold in here, she looked up to Vicar. "Do you think we could get a little light in here?" Vicar nodded then looked down to her hands, "Are you cold?"

"Not exactly the hotel ritz is it?" Reyes said quietly, he reached out and put his hands over hers, she tore her gaze away from the action and looked up to him. "What are you...?"

She felt a surge of heat come from him, abnormal heat. Reyes looked back down her hands as Vicar removed his from them. She rubbed them, and noticed they were no longer shaking or felt cold. "Thank you," she said steadying the pen above the pad.

"You are welcome."

Reyes thought long and hard about what she was going to tell Doggett, she looked back to Vicar. "I can't really see to write," she whispered, Vicar walked over to the window and pulled off one of the boards with ease. "How's that, Monica?"

"That's great. Thanks."

"Again, you are welcome." He walked back over to her and sat down opposite her, she glanced up to him as she began writing, at least he was polite. Reyes ignored him and concentrated on writing the letter. How could she possibly get down everything she was feeling and all the information she had been given in words? "Dear John," she said outloud as she wrote down the words.

She could see this was gonna take a while. "Have you got anything to eat, Matthew?"

He looked at her, "You are hungry?"

"Starved." She mustered a small smile. He stood back up and looked down to her, "Then I shall go find you something," Vicar walked over to the door and shut it behind him, she heard it click. As soon as it did, she jumped to her feet and quickly walked over to the window. With the boards removed she had a better view of the outside world. She frantically looked around for a signpost, billboards, anything. Reyes let out a fustrated sigh, Vicar had planned this well.

She heard footsteps, it was Vicar coming back. Reyes quickly dove back to her blanket and wrapped it back around her, she picked up the pad and tapped it with her pen as if thinking. The door opened once again, Vicar set down a plate next to her. "Here you go."

"Thank you," Reyes said taking the sandwich off the plate and nibbling at it. Then stared at the paper. Wondering how to get what she'd experienced into words.