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It had now passed the two week mark, if Abby had been in the hands of the strangler, it was to late for her now. Her body would turn up soon. Fisher knew that for a fact.

Fisher was briefing his task force outside the ER, when Carson came towards him, another box in his hand. Before opening it, Fisher put on a pair of gloves and then tore into it.

"What is it?" Carson asked.

"It's a video tape," he flipped over the cassette, looking for any kind of clue as to what it might be. "Carson, find Jennings, and meet me in the lounge, everyone else you know what to do," he dismissed his team and headed towards the entrance. In less then five minutes all three agents had assembled in the lounge, and the tape was placed inside the aging VCR. Everyone anxiously awaiting its contents. Fisher couldn't help but try and shake the uneasy feeling he was getting, the strangler had never sent stuff to the FBI, let alone, talk with them. Maybe this guy was just a copy cat? It was certainty a possibility. It had happened numerous times before. And the more he thought about it, the more Fisher believed that he was dealing with a copy cat. After all, they had no hard evidence that Abby was the victim of the strangler, the only thing that kept Fisher believing that she might be with him, was that no other disappearances of medical personal had been reported since Abby's.

"Alright, you," Fisher pointed to an agent whose name he couldn't remember. "Stand outside, do not let anyone in, if its urgent, come and get me," he directed. He watched as the agent left, and waited until the door was shut before redirecting his attention to the television. "Okay, lets see what's on this thing," he said to nobody in particular. Three pairs of eyes, were glued to the screen as it came to life.

The video showed a rather large room, with two windows, each covered with dark curtains. In the middle of the room was a bed, packed with blankets and pillows. But it wasn't the room, the curtains or the bed that had captured the agents attention, but what..or rather who, was lying in the bed.

"She's alive," the camera had zoomed in on who the FBI now recognized as Abby Lockhart.

"At least she was when he filmed this," Fisher added, never taking his eyes from the screen.

"She's been drugged," Jennings added, once the camera focused more on Abby's face. She was sleeping, at least that's what they hoped. She was incredibly pale, and sweating profusely. As trained FBI agents, they didn't need any doctor, to tell them when somebody had been drugged. The video just focused on her for close to five minutes, before turning black, leaving the agents wondering if there was a chance that Dr. Lockhart might still be alive. Statistically, it was highly unlikely, and if she was really with the Michigan Avenue Strangler, it was next to impossible.

In all the other victims, the medical examiner had determined that the women had only been dead a few hours when the body had been discovered. He had killed them the same day, knowing that the body would be found relatively soon. They had all been dumped in a public setting, in full view, it wasn't as if he had made any sort of attempt to hide the corpse. Abby's body would be no different, it was just a question of who would discover it and when.

Susan needed privacy, that was all there was to it. Away from Jake, away from Carter and especially away from Agent Fisher and his team of FBI failures. At least that's what Susan thought of them as right then, failures. Once they found her best friend, she might reconsider them, but not right then, not fifteen days after Abby's abduction. She hastily wiped a tear that had fallen onto the newspaper she was reading, the article, of course concerned her best friend. "Oh God, Abby where are you?" she whispered, talking to herself, and placing her head in her hands. She couldn't believe how much she missed Abby, how much the ER missed her.

"You cant give up on her Susan, not yet," Sam's voice startled her, Susan had failed to notice her enter the room.

"Hey Sam," she said, wiping the tears away.

"Are you alright Dr. Lewis?" the nurse asked as she walked over to her boss.

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

"We are all feeling the same thing, you know that right? Nobody can keep Abby off their minds, its actually starting to show in our work. Mistakes have been made, no fatal ones yet, thank God." Sam informed her, trying to secretly convey the message that Susan really needed to step up right then and get her ER back on track. It was true, ever since Abby had disappeared, nobody seemed to be able to concentrate on their work.

"They'll find her Susan,"

Susan nodded, "yeah, lying down in a ditch somewhere," it wasn't meant to sound negative, but it was exactly how Susan felt right then. She knew, along with everyone else, that the chances of ever seeing Abby alive again, were slim to none.

"Susan.." Sam started

"Do you honestly think that there is a chance that she might still be alive Sam," Susan stood up now, "Honestly Sam?" and with that Susan threw her plastic cup in the trash and headed back to work.

Abby looked around, the room was starting to brighten and she knew yet another day was starting, one more day that no one had found her yet and her will power to live was starting to slowly slip away. After her stunt the day before, he had taken to sort of nursing her back to health. The charcoal and Ipecac induced vomiting had left her with no energy. All she could remember was him taking into the hallway and that was it. When she woke up, she thought she had been successful in her attempt. She was no longer in the closet of a room he had held her for so long, but a rather large one, in a comfortable bed, with multiple blankets piled on top of her. But the thing that most excited her, was not the bed, or the blankets, but the fact that there was a tad bit of sunshine filtering into the room. Sun, something she had not seen in God knew when. For the first time in a long time, Abby smiled. She wanted to get up and go outside, just to get some fresh air, but as soon as she tried to move, Abby quickly realized that she had not died, people were not tied to a bed in heaven, or wherever people went after they passed. She turned her head to the left and saw that her wrist was tied to the bed by a rope, she gently pulled on it, and instantly felt the roughness of it cutting into her delicate skin, it was the same with her right wrist and both of her ankles. Her mind flashed back, when she barely heard him say something about she would never be able to do anything by herself again, he wasn't kidding.

"Hello Abby," he had walked in suddenly, startling her. "How are you feeling today?" he sat down on the bed next to her before placing his hand on the side of her face. "You look like you are feeling better. How about something to drink? I don't want you to get dehydrated, after all that vomiting you did."

"I'm not thirsty," her voice was a whisper but held a sense of defiance in it.

"Abby, come on now, you need to start listening to me again, I don't want to kill you, please, you have to know that by now." he was talking to her as if she was a disobedient child.

"Why do you do this?" she moved her left arm to show what she meant.

"Tie you down?" he asked, sounding concerned, he brushed back her brown hair softly as she nodded. "I had to Abby, you are defiantly a smart one, smart and stubborn, that's why I fell in love with you. You don't give up!" he leaned down a pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I admire you for that. Nobody else has ever tried to kill themselves while they were with me, at first I was furious, but now I realize that you were just being my Abby. I brought you in here, my bedroom, you were out like a light after you got down vomiting. I don't have a lock on this door, and I cant be here all the time, I didn't want you to be in your room, its to cold, if you got sick, well you know what could happen. So I had to tie you, I'm sorry," he turned around and grabbed a knife, instantly Abby felt her heart rate increase, this was it, she was dead.

"No, please," she cried, squeezing her eyes shut, not wanting to see the knife plunging into her body.

"Shh, don't worry baby doll, its not time yet." suddenly she felt her arms fall to her side, and the blanket being thrown off. She opened her eyes just in time to see him cut the ropes from her ankles. "Is that better?" he asked, and began rubbing her legs, attempting to get the circulation going again. He watched as her gaze drifted away from his, and back down to the blankets, he knew that look, she was planning something, he had to get ahead of her. "Abby," he reached over and tilted her chin up, " you know I cant just forgive and forget after your little stunt. Not after what you pulled," he suddenly threw the remaining blankets aside, grabbed her arm, squeezing it hard enough that Abby swore he had broken it. But she was to afraid to think about the pain radiating up and down her arm, he was dragging her out of the room now. At first, she fought against him, pulling away, but it was hopeless, he had an iron tight grip on her, she was only going where he wanted her to go.

When he opened the door, Abby didn't immediately recognize the room, but once he dragged her further inside, she knew exactly where she was. How could she not recognize it, it was where he held her since the beginning. It was her room, her cell, yet it was missing a few important items. No longer did it contain a bed, or any kind of furniture for that matter. It was just a small room, the one thing that she noticed was different however, was that it was absolutely freezing in the room. Abby did not like where this was going. He turned and shut the door, just staring at her.

He couldn't believe that she had tried to kill herself, the more he thought about it the more it angered him, he literately felt his blood boiling. He would put this doctor in her place once and for all.

Abby just stared back at him, not knowing what else to do, when he sprang at her.

"You bitch." His hand shot around her throat as he picked her up with very little effort, she could feel the oxygen being cut off from her lungs, "don't you ever try that again or it will be the last thing that you will ever do. This is the last time I am warning you Abby, I swear to God, do not make me angry anymore." and then he threw her to the ground, before standing over her, one foot on each side of her body, she was trapped. He then pulled out the knife from his pocket and kneeled down, so that he was on top of her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, "I'm going to make your life a living hell," Abby just remained silent, not daring to say anything. "Abby…Abby," he laughed. "You just don't understand do you baby? You've been with me now for nineteen days, and your still as stubborn as ever! I've got to admire that! Yet at the same time, I'm going to have to break that little habit of yours," he let her head go and it slammed against the hard floor. "This is the only way I can think to do it Abby, you've given me no choice," she closed her eyes as she saw, for the second time that day, the knife heading straight for her body. "No no princess, keep them open for Martin, I don't want you to miss a thing," when she didn't, he brought the knife to her throat, and pushed, knowing that Abby would know exactly what he was waiting for. He had to apply a fair amount of pressure, but eventually she did reopen her eyes. "Smart move doctor, you never know, that might have just saved your life." he returned the knife to her chest, "just stay still, I promise it wont hurt, it wont,"

Abby's mind raced back several years ago to when Carter and Lucy had been stabbed, she know knew what they went through. She was about to end up like Lucy, and she knew it. She felt more pressure applied to her chest, and made direct eye contact with Martin.

"Just relax, it will turn out alright," the knife then cut through her scrub top, cutting away the much treasured item, then it cut through her pants, coming to close to her skin for comfort, and once again she was left with no clothing, but she was alive. He had decided not to kill her, at least not yet. Once again Abby had escaped death. "Good bye Abby," and with that he stood up, gathered the ruminates of her clothes and left the room. Leaving Abby, without clothes, without a bed, and without the blanket.