Disclaimer: nothing new, still don't own them.

Abby slowly came drifted back to conciseness, her head was pounding again, but unlike last time, she remembered what was happening. To scared to open her eyes, she lied still for awhile listening for any signs that she wasn't alone. Hearing nothing but her breathing, she began to slowly open her eyes. She was indeed alone, leaving her, once again, able to think about her present situation. She still couldn't remember much after she had cried to Jake, after he had tucked her into bed. She remember how he had rubbed circles on her back, desperately trying to calm her down, how he actually accomplished it.

"I'll protect you Abby, I wont let anything happen to you, I love you," he had repeated the mantra over and over until she fell asleep. That was it, the last thing her mind would let her remember, she could vaguely recall the man coming into the room, but it was nothing more. She sat up and pulled her knees to her chest, Jake had promised that he would protect her, now she was here, in the hands of a murderer. Jake had broke his promise to her. She couldn't trust anyone anymore, not now, not ever. The tears once again began to fall, the situation becoming more and more apparent to her. She was the Michigan Avenues latest victim, but why her? What had she done so wrong, that she had been held against her will not once, but now twice. The first time was bad, she was scared. But that time, she was at least out in public, not locked in some dark windowless room. She had had the opportunity to escape, but not now. She would have to wait until her captor came back, before she could attempt any type of escape.

Abby wondered how long she had been missing, how long her friends had been searching for her, if they were at all. Maybe they hadn't even realized she was gone yet. She began thinking about her life, Maggie and Eric of course, but more of her friends, her real family. Susan, Carter, Luka, Sam, and of course Jake. Abby looked down at her green scrubs, and white lab coat, she had finally became a doctor after so many years. All that work and dedication, and it was going to be ripped away so soon after she had graduated. Abby lifted her arm, to wipe away the tears when the she heard the key in the lock, unlocking the door. She quickly laid back down, pretending to be asleep, hoping to fool him.

"Hey Abs," he walked over to her and she felt the bed shift as his weight settled down on it. "I know your awake, I have something for you." he reached down and put a hand on her chest, instantly feeling her body tense, "come on, open your eyes. Don't play tricks on me, its not a good idea," he pulled her to a sitting position, and Abby instinctively opened her eyes. "That's a good girl, I'm glad your listening to me. The others decided they didn't want to, and well you know how they ended up." For the first time, Abby got a good look at her captor, she knew him.

"I know you," she whispered.

"You should, I work at your ER. Here you need to eat something," he handed her a sandwich wrapped in plastic, and an apple. Abby just stared at it, knowing that it was probably poisoned. Yet another one of his tricks to knock her out for a while, it seemed to be his game, he liked to drug her. "Take it, don't worry I haven't poisoned it. I know how to knock you out if I need to Abs." she reached over and slowly took it from him, just to keep him happy, but never keeping her eyes off of his hands. "Good girl, here I thought this might help you," he reached into a bag and pulled out a newspaper. Its headline reading "Michigan Avenue Strangler Strikes Again," beneath it was a picture of a figure staring down at the massive amount of flowers, amongst other things. How did the idea that it might help her, pop into his mind? "They are looking for you, but they wont find you, so don't get your hopes up." her eyes didn't leave the picture, if the story was already in the newspaper, and a shrine had already begun, how long had she been missing?

"How long have I been here?" she asked.

"Two days now, this was yesterdays paper."

"Two days?" Abby said, thinking she had not spoken it out loud. She had been away from her friends, her coworkers, her life for two days, and she could hardly remember anything. Out of the forty eight hours, she had been captive, she could only probably remember a grand total of an hour of them all.

"Yeah, you've been in and out of consciences for both of them. And now, well now since the drugs have completely worn off, and no offense babe, but you are in need of a shower" he suddenly bent down and lifted her from the bed, before gently placing her back on her feet, and leading her out of the room. The house was small, but well kept. The kitchen and living room, were spotless but what caught her eye was the pictures of different women hanging on the wall, unframed, they were Polaroid's, aligned down the wall in columns. Abby recognized all of the women, they had all once been in the same position she was now. She looked to the farthest right, and there they were. He had been watching her for a while, there were pictures of her and Jake, her and Susan, her at her own apartment. And right below the last picture was the headline of the newspaper he had just shown her.

"Don't try anything I'm warning you. I know you are smart enough to listen and do exactly what I say Dr. Lockhart. Trust me, you do not want to pay the consequences. You have five minutes then I'm coming in," he shoved her into the tiny bathroom and shut the door, leaving Abby by herself. The bathroom, like her room, was windowless, the only escape was through the door. She looked for any type of weapon she could use against him, the only thing she found was a bottle of shampoo. It would have to work. She grabbed it right as the knock came at the door. Had it been five minutes already?

"Okay," she called back and took a deep breath. She was only going to have one shot at this, and had to pray that it would work, her life literally depended on it. She had never imagined that she could and would use shampoo as a weapon, but then again she never thought that she would be held captive either. She popped open the top and walked over to the door, before opening it. As soon as she saw him, Abby aimed the top at his eyes and squeezed as hard as she could. The plan worked, the shampoo flew out and hit him in the eyes, temporally blinding him. As his hands flew to his eyes, Abby darted out, barely sneaking past him and running away. She saw it immediately, the portal to her freedom. The door was just in front of her, she could make it, she had to. Abby was to afraid to look behind her, to afraid to see how close he was, she knew he was probably behind her, but didn't want to know exactly where he was. She made it to the door, her hand was on the door knob, she had pulled open the door, she even got one foot outside. It was sunny, so bright that it, just as her kidnapper, was temporarily blinded and stopped her for just a fraction of a second, just enough for Martin to grab her by the scrubs and pull her back inside. He had her around her waist now, dragging her back inside her hell.

"Why you sneaky little bitch," he hissed.

"Let me go!" she screamed at him, trying to kick him, punch him, anything to get him to let her go. But he was to strong, he tightened his grasp around her waist as he hauled her away, but she wasn't giving up just yet. "PUT ME DOWN," she watched as the door grew smaller and smaller and soon they were back in her room. He kicked the door closed behind him, then carried her over to the bed. He threw her down hard, her head hitting the headboard, momentarily stunning her.

"I told you not to try anything Abs, I warned you! Now you are going to have to pay the price."

Her head was groggy and nothing felt the way that it was supposed to, almost as if she was disconnected somehow from the world around her. The force that he had used when he threw her and caused to her head to hit was unbelievable. As she tried to focus her eyes there was nothing there but a thick haze. A chill swept through her, what she was now realizing to be sore body.

She tired to sit up to fight him, when there was his cold rough hand that pushed her back down.

"That's it just relax." The voice said to her, "nothing is going to happen to you if you just relax. That's my girl, my Abby."

She couldn't relax, every muscle in her body tensed up when that voice spoke. Abby fought now to clear the fog that had settled in to try and get a grasp on what was going on around her, she needed to, and fear was her own worst enemy right now. There it was again that rough cold hand, not warm, not caring, it held a completely different feeling to it.

"That's a girl, that's my good girl." Why was he saying that to her? She could feel his hand brushing her cheek before pushing the hair away from her face. He had been outraged at her moments before and now he was acting as if nothing had happened. "I'll take away all the pain and make you feel so much better."

Abby fought the urge to throw up. That's what his touch was doing to her; it was making her stomach turn into knots. She tried to pull away from the hand that was touching her, to get away from the revolting feeling that was overcoming her. She wanted nothing more than to get away from that feeling.

"Don't fight me, my beautiful Abby." he said to her again. Each time he touched her skin it was a little rougher, more intimate than the touch before but held nothing that resembled intimacy in it, there was more of a possession to the touch, to the voice, as if Abby was a prize that he had won, something to be held onto regardless of what Abby wanted.

"You don't want to do this." She was trying to find something that resembled courage from deep inside her, knowing that she didn't want to give up with out some sort of fighting back.

"Yes I do." His voice was filled with ice now as he spoke to her, soft but authoritarian as if she was supposed to willingly obey without question.

"Please don't." She managed to once again spit something out at him in response.

"No talking." It was that moment that he decided to forcefully press his lips down upon hers taking what was in his mind his possession.

Abby bit down, tasting the metallic blood in her mouth, she wasn't about to give him a chance to do anything to her, she wasn't going to have that happen not now.

His touch got rougher more frantic as he started to pull at her clothes, awkwardly groping her, hell bent on taking what he thought was his. She tried to put up a struggle but the more she fought back the harder he fought with her. He brought his hand down across her face slapping her, the taste of blood now once again in her mouth, this time it was her own. "Hold still Dr. Lockhart. You're going to enjoy this." he had pulled off her scrub pants and was now attempting to yank off her top, Abby continued to struggle. Only managing to upset Martin even more. He suddenly reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a pocket knife, immediately bringing it to Abby's throat. "You must not understand what I mean princess, I'm in charge, what I want, I always get!" he empathized his words by pressing the knife harder to her throat, cutting her enough that it caused a tiny drop of blood to escape. The knife seemed to do its job, it had scared her into submission, she was no longer fighting him. "That's a good girl, that's my Abby,"

Abby could feel the weight of the man on top of her as she began to panic, no he couldn't do this to her. He wouldn't do this to her. She was scared, every muscle in her body tightened up and she closed her eyes. "Please don't let this be happening to me." she thought to herself . She couldn't move her hands now he had them pinned above her head, she couldn't breathe she was so scared. "Don't please." She barely managed to whisper out.

"I'm going to enjoy this my little one," he whispered into her ear, as he forced his knee in between her legs, and placed another forcefull kiss on her lips.

She could feel his breath on her neck, the warmth of it turning her stomach. She wished she was unconscious and not aware of what he was about to do. She had treated rape victims before in the ER, but had never imagined that she, herself, would become one. Small tears formed in her eyes as she felt the last of her clothing being stripped away from her and her worst nightmare became reality.

Abby laid there now her body battered and bruised, her pride more wounded than it had ever been. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak, she just wanted to shut everything down, her mind saying silent prayers that he would just leave, to leave her alone, or perhaps he would be merciful and just kill her now. She didn't want to think that this had happened that it wasn't reality. Silent tears fell down her cheeks. Right now that was the only thing that she could do.

Finally after what seemed like a lifetime, he climbed off of her, and Abby felt his body get up off the bed, "you remember that for the next time. You're mine now, now and forever, you will be mine." As he looked down he noticed her lab coat and scrubs he had thrown on the floor. Then he remembered Agent Fisher's dare he had issued to him in the newspaper. "You know Abs, I'm going to be needing these, see ya later babe," he picked up her clothes and left her there, shaking after the brutal assault that her body had just experienced.

Abby waited until he was gone before she sat up and immediately vomited all over the floor. It didn't stop coming until there was absolutely nothing left in her stomach and she was left to dry heave. Finally, her body stopped and she just sat there, not knowing what to do. He had told her she would pay, and pay she had. The tears returned and the shaking became more violent. Only then did Abby realize that she had no clothes on, he had taken those with him, so she reached behind her and grabbed one of the blankets left on her bed and wrapped it around her body. She had never experienced such terror in her life, and yet she knew this wasn't the end.

Martin locked the door to Abby's room, before calmly walking into his living room, grabbing the phone and the newspaper as he did. He flipped through the paper searching for his and Abby's story that was guaranteed to be in there. It didn't take him long to find it, the story was on the front page, but he wasn't reading it. Martin scanned the article looking for the information hotline, he was going to play with the FBI, let them know just who was in charge.

"Hello, yes I have information concerning Abby Lockhart," he spoke to the lady on the other line, keeping his voice even, not wanting to give away any info to her. No, he only wanted to speak with Fisher.

"Do you know the whereabouts of Dr. Lockhart?" the lady from the hotline asked.

"You can say that, but I will only talk to Agent Fisher, if he wants Abby back so bad, he'll have to talk with me first" the tone of his voice must have told her that he wasn't kidding, for seconds later another phone line was ringing.

Agent Fisher was in the lounge, studying Abby's case file. Carter, Susan and Jake were also in the room, not saying anything, not knowing what to say. None of them had had any sleep in the past few days, not since Abby had disappeared. Jake had refused to leave the hospital, afraid that if he left, that the FBI might find her, and he wouldn't be there for Abby when they rescued her, when she would need him most. He truly believed that they would find her, alive and well, he had to, it was the only thing keeping him remotely sane. Suddenly a cell phone began to ring, and everyone reached for theirs, but it turned out that it had been Fisher's that was ringing.

"Fisher," he answered never looking up from his work.

"Hello Agent Fisher," the voice was a male's, deep, and self assured.

"Yes," he was not in the mood to play games, he had a life to save.

"I have some information that you might find relevant in order to find a certain missing doctor,"

"Who is this?" Fisher stood up, looking around the room for one of his team.

"You don't know? But I'm the one you're looking for!" Fisher could actually hear the joy in this guy's voice.

"Have you hurt her?" Fisher finally saw an officer and snapped his fingers at the man trying to get his attention. Once he did, he mouthed the word "Trace" to him.

"Define your definition of hurt" he laughed again.

"Have you killed her? Is she alive?" Fisher watched the reactions of Abby's colleagues when he asked the question.

"Oh no not yet, we're still having a great time together."

"How do I know this isn't a hoax, that you really don't have Abby?"

"Good point, you don't now do you? But the real question is, can you afford, or rather, can Abby afford, for you not to believe me?"

"Let me talk to her then, you say you have her, that you haven't hurt or killed her, I need proof."

"I guess I can do that, maybe it will cheer her up a little bit, give her some false hope, oh by the way Agent Fisher, I wouldn't waste my time by tracing this phone call, I'll give you that the number is from Abby's cell phone." Fisher pulled the phone away from his ear and mentally cursed this man, he wasn't just some dumb criminal, he could tell by talking with him that he was educated. And when you combine criminals and a high level of education they are usually not a very good mix. He pressed the phone back to his ear, and heard the sound of what he thought was a door opening.

"Get up Abby!" he heard the man demand, "here, just say hello, and don't try anything."

"Hello?" Abby's voice was shaky, but Fisher didn't get any more then that, for the phone was yanked away from her, and the male voice once again came on the phone.

" She's alive, now you talk to me,"

"I don't know that," it was true, Fisher didn't know if he had actually spoken with Abby, it very well could have been a recording. He had recognized the voice, he remembered it from when Dr. Lockhart had described his daughters injuries to him, and how she had told him that Anna would survive, that she would fully recover and be like any other normal eight year old once they released her from the hospital. He remembered how kind she was to Anna, how much Anna liked Abby. Anna trusted Abby, and if Fisher's daughter liked a stranger, especially one that had stuck needles in her tiny body, that there must have been something special about this certain doctor. Abby had saved Anna, now it was time for Fisher to save Abby.

"What the hell? You just spoke to her!" the man screamed into the phone, Fisher had to be careful. He couldn't make this man to mad, for if he did he might take his rage out on Abby.

"No, I got one word!" Fisher countered. "For all I know, that was just a recording!" he looked around the room and at the stunned faces of the doctors, they apparently knew that he was actually talking to Abby's kidnapper, and possibly Abby herself. He took a deep breath before continuing "Let me just talk to her, make sure she's okay. What harm is it going to do?"

Martin thought about this, why not let her talk with the FBI, they wouldn't find her. They didn't even know who he was, and Abby couldn't tell them anything that could lead to her rescue. She didn't know his name, and she didn't know where she was, he was safe.

"Alright Agent Fisher, we can try this again!" he walked again over to Abby, who was sitting with the blanket wrapped tightly around her, not letting him see any exposed skin that he couldn't normally see. The blanket, Abby had discovered, was sort of a gift. He had taken her clothes, left her with nothing except the blanket. "Listen, you tell him anything about me and I swear," he pulled a gun from his jean pocket and pressed her to her head. "Here," he once again handed her the phone.

"Hello," she said again, trying to hide the fear that was obvious in her voice.

"Abby?"

"Yes?"

"Okay, good. I just want you to answer with yes or no, alright? I'm Agent Fisher with the FBI. We're going to find you I promise, just don't give up on us okay." he paused, still not able to believe that he was talking to Abby, that she was alive. "You still with me?" he asked when he didn't receive a response.

"Yes."

"Abby, do you know who the man is? Do you recognize him?"

Abby didn't know how to answer the FBI agent's question. She knew what the answer was, she knew what she wanted to say. Tell Agent Fisher that her kidnapper was a janitor at County, but he was right there with a gun to her head. But this could be her only chance, if she could at least let him know that she was able to recognize her abductor maybe the FBI would find her. She had to take the chance, if he wanted to kill her, he would, but at least she would give the authorities some sort of clue, maybe prevent another person from living the hell she currently was. Abby made her decision before taking a deep breath knowing full well that it might be her last, and answered Fisher's question.

"Yes," Abby's answer was a huge break in the case for Agent Fisher, the only break they had! She knew her kidnapper. The excitement, however, was short lived, for as soon as Abby spoke those words Fisher heard the male voice again, this time he wasn't talking to the agent but screaming at Abby.

"YOU BITCH…." Fisher listened, how could he have not thought that whoever had Abby would be listening to the conversation. Avoiding all eye contact with everyone, and took a deep breath, afraid of what he was about to hear. "I WARNED YOU ABBY, but you just like to push buttons don't you? HAVE YOU NOT LEARNED YOUR LESSON?" The man seemed to have totally forgotten that the FBI was still on the phone, listening to everything he said, hoping he would say something that would lead the FBI to him and Abby. The longer the phone call lasted, the more information the FBI would be able to obtain.

"No, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Fisher felt his heart break as he heard Abby plead for her life, a life he was assigned to save. He was absolutely powerless. "No!" he heard her scream one more time, and then there was silence.

"That'll teach you!" he heard the male voice say. Fisher waited for any kind of sound, but all he heard was shuffling and then a curse, before the call was ended. The man, whoever it was, must have remembered that he had not hung up the phone. Fisher held the phone to his ear for a minute longer, knowing that Abby's life had probably just ended. Now he had to face her coworkers, who had witnessed the entire phone call, they would want to know what happened. How would he tell him them, that he thought that he had just listened to Abby's murder?

"Agent Fisher?" Susan Lewis' voice broke the silence. She spoke for her staff, they all knew that something had happened while Fisher was on the phone with their friend, but what, they had no idea. "Was that Abby?" she asked once Fisher turned to face them.

"Yes, it was," how was he going to do this? He knew what their next question would be.

"Is she okay?" It was Jake who asked, the hope and fear etched into his expression.

"I'm… I'm not sure. I was able to speak with Abby.." he paused.

"But what," they could all sense that something had happened, and whatever it was, had not been good.

"Abby was able to tell me that she recognized her kidnapper, he got pretty angry after that," he didn't need to finish the sentence, the reaction of Abby's coworkers faces told him that.

"Did he kill her?" It was the last thing anyone expected Jake to say, even though everyone was thinking the same thing. And when Fisher didn't look up, they were afraid that Jake was right, that Abby was dead.

"I didn't like the way the phone call ended, that's all I can tell you right now," and with that Fisher grabbed his stuff and walked out of the lounge, he couldn't be in the lounge any longer. He couldn't be in the ER anymore, he needed to get out, get some fresh air.

"Damn it!" he cursed as soon as he was outside, he needed to get away from the hospital right then, and the closet thing he could get to, was a tiny restaurant across the street. He slowly walked to it, and pushed open the door. It was not in the least bit crowded, and he slid into the nearest, empty seat.

"Can I get you anything Agent Fisher?" the waitress appeared out of nowhere.

"How do you.." he began to ask but quickly answered his own question, of course she would know who he was. It seemed as if every man, women and child living in Chicago now knew he was.

"Dr. Lockhart came here a lot, she was actually my first customer. With us being this close to County, we've met quite a few of their docs. When Dr. Lockhart first disappeared, naturally our staff became pretty upset with the case. We've been following it since she.." the waitress paused, regaining her composure. "I've seen you on TV a few times." she explained.

He looked up at her a sad smile crossing his face nodding to what she had said. It seemed as if the missing doctor had more friends than he originally anticipated and no matter where he went something would pull his attention to the case, there was going to be no rest for him until he was able to bring the greatly missed doctor home, alive and well.