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Kerry watched her staff continue to work, if that's what it could be considered. They did their jobs alright, they acted as doctors, but that was it. The halls had a sort of depressing aurora to them, and everyone could feel it.
"Hi Dr. Weaver," she looked up to see the friendly face of the ER's janitor looking back at her.
"Hello Martin," she smiled back. "How are you?"
"Pretty good, and you?" she was about to answer when suddenly she noticed that the ER had suddenly seemed to be full of security guards. And they all seemed to be gathered around the entrance and staring in one general direction, hers. Instinct told Kerry Weaver that something was about to go down, and go down fast.
"I'm good," and then it happened. Fisher, Jennings, and Carson all came in through the door, hands ready to draw their weapons, an expression on their faces that Kerry had never seen before. All she knew was that they had all left in a hurry four hours ago, refusing to tell anybody where they were going.
Fisher spotted him, he was talking to Dr. Weaver, calmly. He still didn't seem to have a clue as to what was going on. How somebody couldn't notice fourteen security guards, and three FBI agents about to tackle him, was beyond Fisher.
As Fisher got closer, he felt his anger growing and growing, he was going to take this guy down right here in the very ER where he had taken his last victim.
"Excuse me, sir!" Fisher shouted once he knew that if the janitor took off, he would be caught, he couldn't run anywhere, the place was crawling with officials. He was right, Martin saw him and took off, but Fisher, was to fast and caught up with him easily, and threw him against the wall. Narrowly missing pushing the janitor into Dr. Pratt, but Pratt wasn't his chief concern right then. Carson and Jennings right behind him. Fisher could feel the numerous pairs of eyes upon the scene that was unfolding. He knew that many of them belonged to the staff of the ER, and he knew what they were probably thinking.
"You son of a bitch!" Fisher screamed, not caring about protocol or anything else for that matter right then, he literarily had the Michigan Avenue Strangler in his hands, backed up against a wall. And now, even if Martin did get past Fisher he sure as hell was not going to get past the doctors, nurses, and patients that were witnessing this. They nowknew that the janitor was the one who had kidnapped and possibly murdered Abby.
"What the hell! Get off me!" Martin was fighting him back.
"Where is she?" he asked, drawing his gun, making sure Martin knew that Fisher had the upper hand now. The ER was deathly quite now, everyone to stunned to move or say anything.
Martin laughed, the agent wouldn't shoot him as long as he didn't tell where Abby was. "I don't know what you are talking about Agent Fisher," the joy was back in his voice, Fisher instantly picked up on it.
"Abby Lockhart! I know you have her! Tell me where she is before I blow your fucking brains out!"
"How do you know I had anything to do with her kidnapping?" he was back to playing games, he knew how to get the reactions he wanted from anybody.
"Get up!" Fisher bent down and pulled Martin up by his shirt, as Carson came around and grabbed Martin's wrist, Fisher and the security guards keeping their guns trained on him.
Neither man was willing to give an inch, Fisher wanted Abby, and Martin enjoyed toying with him. Fisher knew that Martin had the upper hand at least for the moment, it wouldn't take the agents long to tear apart that house, board by board if that's what it took, he was hell bent on getting the doctor back from the low life that had taken her. His hand went under Martin's throat now, not happy that this man was playing games with him, "Dr. Lockhart, where is she now." With each word, Fisher's grip grew tighter on Martin's throat.
Martin grinned a cold evil grin, "hell if I know, maybe you'll see her there." And that was all it took. Fisher reached over and slugged him in the face, Martin's nose, obviously had broken. Nobody moved, nobody would dare to get in front of Fisher at that moment. Martin got what he deserved.
"Agent Fisher," it was Jennings, the lone female whose voice seemed to bring a calm to any male that was pissed off. It had worked with Jake and it was working with Fisher. She pulled him away gently so that Carson could handcuff the suspect.
"You are under arrest for the kidnapping of Abigail Lockhart, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law," as Carson read the Miranda Rights, Fisher noticed something on Martin's wrist. He waited until the rights had been stated before grabbing it.
"You tell me you don't have Abby, then where the hell did this come from? Tell you what, why don't you go ahead and tell us where Abby is, and I'll try and get you out of this ER alive, because I guarantee you, the staff will kill you, if you so much as laid a hand on her."
"Oh Agent Fisher," he spoke loud, making sure everyone could hear him now. Martin knew that he was caught, might as well keep them on their toes while he could. "You know I laid more then just a hand on her, you heard her scream remember?"
"Just tell me where to find her,"
"Well you could check the river if you'd really like, but then again, you can check many different locations. You will notfind her,"
"We'll see about that," Fisher snapped back.
As he was led out of the ER, everyone stared on in shock. Abby's kidnapper had been arrested, it was a step in the right direction, yet they still didn't have what they wanted most of all. Abby back with them, where she belonged.
The media was mobbing the outside of the Chicago police station where the man previously only known as the Michigan Avenue Strangler, was now known as Martin Richards, was being held. Fisher and half the police department had been grilling him for information for close tosix hours, and they had yet to get anything valuable from him. He admitted that he did have Abby Lockhart, but refused to say if she was alive or dead.
"Abby was a good girl, you know that Agent Fisher? She really was, it took her a while to understand that I was in charge, but once she realized that, she was an angel," it scared Fisher how Martin kept referring to Abby in the past tense. But he had hope, Fisher had seen her alive on the security camera tape earlier that day.
"Did you kill her?"
"We've been over this agent, if you find Abby, then you'll know."
"What does it matter to you anymore if we find her or not? Your going to die in jail."
"Because Abby is mine, and forever will be. You can't change that,"
"What do you mean she is yours?"
"Oh, you want to know what we did those..lets see how many days did I have her with me?"
"Twenty six, she was living in your hell hole for twenty six days."
"That's right, how could I have forgotten. Do you know what was really great about Abby Agent Fisher," he leaned forward onto the table, as if he was about to tell a story, "I guess she didn't appreciate what I was giving her so to speak, and our little Abby decided to swallow my sleeping pills. Took half the bottle, that's right, she actually tried to kill herself. But luckily I had Ipecac and Charcoal in the house, and forced it down her throat. She didn't feel to good for about a day after that little stunt of hers."
Fisher just stared at him, he knew this guy was a psycho, but just hearing what he was saying about Abby, made Fisher sick.
"She needs help, tell us where she is so we can get to her."
"Correction Agent Fisher, if she is alive, she needs help. There is a big "if" attached to that sentence."
"You don't want her to die," Fisher was going on the assumption that Abby was still alive, and still in need of their help.
"And how do you know that? You know I've killed those other girls, why is Abby Lockhart any different? For all you know, I could have done it already, or maybe she is sitting in her locked room, with no food and water while the FBI is wasting time talking to me!"
"If she is dead, it won't matter now will it!" Fisher said back, but stopped his yelling when he noticed Martin laughing. "What is so funny?"
"I was just thinking of how close Abby came to death so many times, but in the end, I guess it really didn't matter,"
"What does that mean?"
"It means what you want it to mean,"
Fisher was beyond frustrated at this point. He didn't have a clue as to if Abby was still alive. The SWAT team, police and the FBI had surrounded Martin's house, searched it for over eight hours, but found absolutely nothing. Abby, or any of the other girls, had never been held there. Now, Fisher had put Jennings and Carson in charge of searching for a possible second address, so far they had come up with absolutely nothing. If Abby was still alive, the FBI was running out of time.
"What do you mean, she came so close to death so many times?" Fisher was trying anything and everything to get some sort of hint as to where to find her.
"Would you really like to know? I mean, it is graphic, but trust me I don't mind telling at all, if you want to hear it." he seemed proud of whatever he had done to Abby, just making Fisher want to hurt him even more.
"Go ahead, I've probably got the time, seeing it seems as if Abby is dead."
Over the next few hours, Fisher listened and cringed as Martin gloated about his time with Abby.
'No wonder she tried to kill herself,' Fisher thought.
"But it taught her how to behave, three days without anything. I didn't shoot Abby, or strangle her, or inject her with any lethal doses, if Abby is dead, I can tell you it was a very creative way that she passed. Either way, I've made my mark. She died mine or she lives mine. I've won. Now I won't say anything else until I see my lawyer," and then Martin leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes, signaling to Fisher that he was done giving him what little information he had.
Abby slowly opened her eyes, and looked directly at the clock. It read 3:54, and judging by the amount of light filtering into the room, it wasn't 3:54 in the morning. Had she really slept all through the night and that late into the afternoon?
She thought back, she remembered walking back into the house after their trip to the pharmacy, how Martin had said something about that he had to go to work, but he still didn't trust her that much. Not enough to leave her completely alone while he went to work. So he had fed her lunch and took her back to her room, before explaining what he would do. It was simple, right before he would leave, he would once again sedate her, and by the time she woke up, he would be home. Martin had tucked her into the new bed, and injected her with whatever he always did, Her eyes quickly became heavy, and before she knew it, she was asleep.
But now, now something was different, she could sense it. Martin had said that he would be there when she woke up, that he would be home around eleven that morning, it was well past eleven now.
It took her only a moment to gather up what strength she could muster, if he wasn't back now, that gave her ample opportunity. Her wits while scattered where still somewhat about her. She knew that right now her life was in her own hands.
Remembering how Martin had left her with a television, Abby got up and switched the thing on to MSNBC, and immediately her heart jumped into her throat.
"The FBI has refused to comment about whether they know the whereabouts of Abby Lockhart, The suspect, know identified as Martin Richards has been charged with her kidnapping. He was arrested yesterday morning at County general. Richards has admitted to kidnapping the doctor, but refuses to tell if he has murdered her," the news anchor reported.
Abby didn't know what to do, Martin was in jail, the FBI couldn't find her, and she had been locked in this room now for two days. She knew that she couldn't get out of the room, Martin had it locked from the outside. The only possible way out, was through the window. But it was to high, she couldn't reach it.
Besides, Martin had warned her not to try anything, the last thing she wanted was him to get angry and punish her again. And she knew he was smart, smarter then the FBI, he would escape, and come home, she knew it.
Abby laughed, when had she suddenly started referring to this as her home? More then that, when did she actually wait for Martin to come home? And then it occurred to her, she was and had been for sometime completely submissive to him now. She would not try and escapee for fear that he might get angry with her, when they had gone to the store, she had not tried to get help, and now, well now she was locked in a room, with no way out. Abby only saw three options, either the FBI would find her alive, Martin would escape and move them both, or the FBI would find her dead, do to dehydration. What worried Abby the most, was the third option, the one that most likely to happen. It was just a matter of time now, there was nothing to do except for her to lie back down and sleep, and that's exactly what she did. Her body still needing to recuperate from the extreme stress that had been dealt upon her, sleep came easily.
