A/N – Well everyone – I finished the 6th Harry Potter book in less than 1 day and lets just say I'm in shock and completely devastated. Naturally I'm not going to ruin anything for you other Harry Potter fans out there. I did promise however to take a HP break, so in between reading it again I'm going to write some chapters and keep this going, while I contemplate everything that just happened in the last 24 hours. You all rock and it's been such a pleasure writing this fanfic for you all (sorry feeling quite emotional at the moment). So, without further ado…

Chapter 19:

She felt herself slip into consciousness slowly. Her mind was still bleary and it took a few minutes to understand where she was. The cut on her stomach throbbed slightly. It wasn't the first injury her captors had inflicted, and it was almost certainly not her last. She sat up against the wall and took a few deep breaths. Silence. All she could hear was silence. Not that she could remember ever hearing anything else but this silence was different. It was thick with darkness, ringing with fear. Her thoughts strayed to the situation at hand and she begged her consciousness to remember anything important to help her friends find her.

She knew her captor was Greg. He told her, he showed himself to her. It clicked that he had assaulted her in the park then kidnapped her 2 days later – she wasn't an FBI agent for nothing. Something was obviously wrong. She just didn't know what. She remembered the name, Cakeman's Warehouse. Cakeman? The name didn't ring a bell and she had no idea where she was. Then her thought flitted to the last time she was awake. The video camera? She stared in the region where he was looking earlier. Could he really be taping her to torment her friends later? She looked in the direction, but couldn't muster the energy to go over.

Sue figured that she had some options. She could sit and hope that she was being taped and somehow find a way to relay the message to her friends. Even if it was just a goodbye message. She could also try and hurt Greg again. He had said something about using her to translate with a friend of his. Maybe when the friend came she could take them both down. It was unrealistic and surreal, but it was always an option, though she doubted her physical strength against two men. Or, she could surrender. That wasn't even an option. When Jack found her body she wanted him to be proud. She wanted her friends to know that she did all she could to get away. She trusted God that he would protect her and that he knew when her time was coming. She accepted it and only regretted that she hadn't had enough time to say goodbye to the ones she loved. Her parents. Her family. Lucy. Tara. Myles. D. Bobby…. Jack.

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Jack kept his eyes peeled on the screen for any clue of her whereabouts. She awoke slowly and propped herself up against the wall. Her mind seemed to be reeling; he wished he could see her thoughts. Her lips were moving quickly, as she was processing what was going on. Jack could tell that she was completely lucid. She knew what was going on, and she was trying to figure out how she was going to handle the situation. Her face showed resignation to death, but determination to fight until it reached her. A few times she glanced over to where the camera was. He hoped she realized it was there and that they were watching but it merely seemed that she questioned someone watching her but couldn't directly see what it was. When she looked into the camera, it was like she was looking at Jack and his heart would stop. It would be in those moments that he would talk to her silently in his head, praying and wishing that she could hear his thoughts.

The morning past slowly, 11 am had arrived and finally they had a lead.

"Who dropped off the package for Bobby this morning?" Myles said suddenly as the thought popped into his head.

"Some guy from downstairs. I'm guessing someone dropped it off…" said D, the connection slowly dawning on his face. Bobby said in a quick hurry:

"Ill run and get the surveillance tapes from the lobby, one sec." And he flew out of the room. The men waited anxiously. This could be the lead they were waiting for. Rick was still working on the signal from the live feed, and watching Sue with the other eye. He had narrowed down the search radius, but it was still too large to be helpful. They didn't know how much longer they had. Bobby ran back in and popped the tape into the machine.

"There!" He pointed and froze the screen. A tall man was carrying the package. Rick looked up from what he was doing.

"Rick – we need you to put this face into the computer – see if you can come up with any matches!" Jack exclaimed. Rick rushed into the computer and started searching for a match to the unknown face. Slow minutes passed. Bobby started pacing, Jack started to let his mind drift as it had so often the last few days. Then finally, a match:

"James Crydle. Stock Broker in LA." Rick said, unknowing the implications.

"Wait a second. Crydle. That name sounds so familiar." Jack replied. He shot Bobby a questioning look, wondering if the name rang any bells for him.

"Its that bloke we talked to – he worked with that stock broker that knew Pratner! He was just as reluctant as the other dude for giving us any information or photos on his buddy! So he's involved in all this – no wonder he didn't want to help us out." Bobby exclaimed. It was the lead they were looking for. If they could track down James Crydle, he might just lead them to Pratner, and to Sue.

"Why is it again that we couldn't get any photo id of Pratner anyways? I mean this guy's been suspect a couple of times on drug cases." D asked.

"From what we understand," answered Myles, "Is that dear old Brendan never was actually caught for his crimes, nor taken into questioning. By the time he re-appeared, there was no use to take him into custody because the cases had been solved. Then along with his other identities, he was able to keep himself well hidden, almost anonymous. No one knew that he was living as 3 different men."

"Do you think Sue knows that Greg is Pratner?" enquired Jack.

"I don't know. She could, she could not. Tara probably never got to her before she was knocked out with the chloroform to tell her. Anyways, Tara was too busy trying to protect them to be concerned with filling her in with the details at the moment. Pratner might have told her, but then again she might just think its Greg and has nothing to do with the drug deal at all." D replied. "Anyways though, lets start getting a lead on James Crydle. See what we can find. We don't have much time. Rick – keep seeing if you can track down the live feed. I'll start working on searching up Crydle. I'm not as fast as Tara but I'll do what I can. Bobby, Jack. Why don't you do the same – we don't have anything else to ride on now anyways. Myles – keep your eye on Sue. Anything change, or happen – let us know immediately."

The phone rang on Bobby's desk. He picked it up, his hopes rising – finally things were looking up for Sue and maybe this call meant something more had been found.

"Manning." He answered.

"Hi. Agent Manning. I'm a nurse at the hospital, looking after a Tara Williams?"

"Yes – is she okay?" he asked quickly, worried that something was wrong.

"No, well, she's quite agitated. She's desperate to leave and return to your work to work on some case. The doctors a little concerned because of her recent trauma. Naturally, he doesn't want her to leave but she seems to have something else in mind. She's convinced she needs to go, and we're having trouble stopping her. I was wondering if perhaps you could come and help convince her that she needs to stay?" Bobby contemplated. Of course they could use Tara's help but there was no way he was going to risk her health. They were managing fine with Rick. She needed to get better.

"Of course, I'll be right over." He hung up the phone. He explained to the others where he was going and promised to be back soon. They asked him to say hello and give her get better soon wishes. Jack felt a little guilty. Tara was all alone in the hospital while they were at work. She must have felt a little lonely and pushed aside, as if she was less important. He decided to call up Bobby on his cell.

"Bobby – it's Jack. I think you should stay with Tara a little bit at the hospital and keep her company. She's been all alone for a while. We're all working hard on the case and there isn't too much to do right now anyways. We'll keep you posted if anything happens I promise." Bobby argued, stating that Sue's need was more important right now. "Bobby – I know, but Tara is important too. I know how much you care about her. Don't waste your time not saying how you feel, until it's too late." Bobby realized the depth of what Jack had just said. It wasn't just him and Tara he was talking about. It was Jack and Sue too. He reluctantly agreed to stay awhile, though in his heart, he was happy that he was going to spend some time with someone he really cared about. Jack was right, it was important to let people know how important they were, you never knew what life would throw at you next.