Reyes paced the same length of the room and looked out the small square that passed for a window. There wasn't much activity going on outside, and the sun was going down. Although, now it had been replaced with a much murkier weather. The clouds were a beautiful shade of dark blue. Almost the kind you get before a storm she thought then she had a grim look on her face. "I've got a bad feeling about this," she muttered stepping away from the window and sitting back on her blanket. Eyes wandering between the door and the window.

Doggett pulled into the parking garage, took a breath and climbed out. As he shut the door, the tape surrounding Reyes' damaged car caught his attention. He was back to where it all began, he immediately locked it up and strolled over to it. Pocketing his keys, having a moment to himself. "God Monica," he whispered to the seemingly empty parking lot. "Please be alright."

"She's fine." Doggett went for his gun, taking it out in one swift moment and pointed it at his new companion. The voice was distinctly male although he was standing in the shadows, he squinted. "Come on out here," Doggett ordered voice firm. "Where I can see you." The figure moved too quickly for his liking and he cocked his gun. "Nice and slowly."

The man took his time, holding a note in one hand as he came into the light, until he was finally bathed in it. "Well I'll be," Doggett whispered softly, although his features remained stern. "Matthew Vicar."

"You must be Agent Doggett." Vicar took another step forward, studying the man who Monica thought most highly of. Doggett raised the gun higher, "Stay right there. Don't come any closer." He took a breath then began. "Where's Monica?"

"She's safe," came the cool response.

"That's not what I asked!" Doggett's voice echoed through the garage, filled with anger. He hated repeating himself at the best of times. "Where's Monica?" Vicar did hate confrontations, "She is safe, I am looking after here." He held up one of his hands, the one with the note. "She asked me to give this to you."

Doggett was very cautious of the man, he was dangerous but somehow his instinct told him to trust the guy. "Hand it to me," Doggett raised motioning with his free hand. "Nice and slowly. No sudden movements." Vicar did as ordered and handed over the cream coloured note, Doggett searched and put it into his pocket then returned the hand to his gun. Grip tightening. "Aren't you going to read it, Agent Doggett?"

"There'll be time for that. I want answers from you." Doggett lowered his voice, his face betraying his emotions, his eyes reflecting the concern. "Why did you take Monica?"

"So she would be safe from harm?"

"Who's trying to harm her?" Doggett asked, someone was trying to hurt her? He didn't understand it. Monica had no enemies. At least, none that he knew of. He frowned as he waited for Vicar to answer his question.

"I think you know," Vicar answered calmly.

"Why?" Doggett was ready to lash out at this guy but he knew that wouldn't do any good, the guy had confirmed he had his partner. He had to do what he could to ensure she was kept safe.

"Because he can!"

"Who!"

"The one who murdered Lisa Halliwell is the one who is out to do the same to Monica."

Doggett looked at him, completely puzzled. "The one who murdered Lisa is the one who is out to do the same to Monica?" He repeated to himself then looked at Vicar. "Don't play mind games with me!"

"I ensure you I'm not, Agent Doggett. You know who it is, I know you know." Vicar took another step forward. "Trust your instinctions and your partner will be returned to you." He turned to leave.

"You're not going anywhere," Doggett said firmly, pointing the gun at him with one hand. Vicar turned round with a smug grin, "I think I am," with a wave of his hand, Doggett was blown back and knocked off his feet. His gun going the other way. He sat up winded. "We'll meet again," Vicar said before turning round and just vanishing.

"Damnit!" Doggett shouted, getting to his feet to retrieve his weapon. He reholstered it and pulled out the note he gave him, he opened it and it had a faint hint of Monica's perfume, he'd reconise the rose and lilac smell anywhere and writing. It was most definately hers, he read on. "Dear John..."

Daniel Rider sat in his biology class, tapping his pen on his text book. He didn't really see the point in being at school, as if they'd need biology in the outside world. Why would he need anything, when he could do the things he could do. The new teacher was boring, a lot different from the sassy female teacher they had before. Miss Halliwell. Firstly, this one was male and boy, did he go on. He decided to make things a lot more interesting and with a wiggle of his fingers, the guy's toupee set on fire, much to the amusement of his classmates.

While his classmates laughed, Daniel Rider looked at the clock then out the window at the dark sky and a small smile crept onto his face. The hour was almost at hand.