Double, Double.

Part 8.

For disclaimers and all that jazz, see part 1.

NEW YORK

FBI BUILDING.

NYC FBI MISSING PERSONS DEPARTMENT OFFICE.

11:35 AM.

(Grillows Twins) 48 HOURS MISSING.

(Danny) 14 HOURS MISSING.

"What do you mean?" Martin asked, confused.

Sam didn't say anything. This was the first time a missing person went 'unmissing' all by himself.

"If we wait further, she's going to move, and probably love my brother and the others to death." Luke answered.

"Love them to death? Seems like a joke." Sam commented, her face confused.

"Have you ever seen 'Elmyra', from the Tiny Toons?" Luke answered. "Well, apply her idea of 'loving' to a 28-year-old psychotic ninfomaniac I had the misfortune to date and you'll get... Bree Davies."

"Bree Davies." Martin said. "That her true name?"

"I think so. It can be one of her 1000 aliases, anyway."

"It can't hurt to check." said Martin, as he proceeded to do so.

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In the meanwhile, Vivian was going to get out of the room and back to Jack ASAP, but noticed pretty soon her road was blocked by somebody.

More precisely 'Calleigh Rosman'.

"You can't take them away from me!" she screamed, waving terrifyingly the knife she had in her left hand.

"Look, Calleigh, or whoever the hell you are, you can't force someone to love you, especially by kidnapping." she said loudly, hoping Jack would hear.

"They are living perfectly in the basement! I care well for them! I am a perfect girlfriend!" the other woman screamed.

Jack took the hint and went to look for them.

He knocked and silently asked "Danny? Danny, are you there?"

"Yeah." was Agent Taylor's weak answer.

"What happened to you?" Jack asked, worried. "What did she do?"

"He has some broken ribs." another voice explained. "At least that's what my brother said. He's a doctor and hopefully, knows about these things."

"Doctor?" Jack asked. "You're the brother of Luke Grillows?"

"Yeah, I'm Don Grillows, and I hope you're from NYPD." Don answered.

"FBI, actually. I'm Special Agent Jack Malone, Missing Persons Unit." Jack said. "How many of you are there?"

"Eleven. Some of us are very weak, we're gonna need some help." Don said. "Luke managed to escape. Did he reach you?"

Jack didn't answer, and in that very moment his cell phone started vibrating.

"Malone." he answered while opening the door of the basement.

"Jack," Martin began, "we found Luke Grillows, or better..."

"...He found you?" Jack asked.

"Yes, but how do you..." Martin asked, but got cut off by Jack saying "Know? We here have found his brother." He made a little pause, then continued. "And Danny, and others. This woman wanted to get her own harem."

"Oh, well, anyway, be careful, because we got word from Luke that Bree, Calleigh or what-the-hell her name is has quite a bad temper." Martin said.

"Thanks for the info." Jack said as he helped the last one escape, then turned around and found himself face-to-face with none other than 'Calleigh' herself, pointing a gun at him.

"You chased them out!" she screamed.

"I just gave them their freedom back, something you should've never taken away from them!" Jack interjected, taking out his own gun and pointing it at her.

"They were happy and well-fed with me!" Calleigh/Bree/who-the-hell-she-was screamed.

"No they weren't. Some of them were malnourished, and Da... Agent Taylor has a broken arm and ribs." Jack retorted.

"You're lying!" 'Calleigh' screamed, and lost control for a second, screaming "I was the perfect wife! The perfect woman! They loved me! THEY LOVED ME!"

That was enough for Vivian, who had been knocked unconscious by 'Calleigh', to return the favour, although lightly, by immoblizing her and taking the gun out of her hands.

In a few moments, the police arrived, and arrested Calleigh.

NEW YORK

FBI BUILDING.

NYC FBI MISSING PERSONS DEPARTMENT OFFICE.

14:35 AM.

"Well," Jack said to the twins as they were in the elevator, "all's well what ends well, I think."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Malone." Don said.

"For what?" Jack asked. "That's my job."

"Well, anyway, thanks." Don repeated.

"What do you know about our captor?" Luke asked.

"Well, her true name seems to be Elmyra..." Jack said.

"I knew it." Luke commented.

"Goldsman." Jack finished. "She has killed the true Calleigh Rosman and enjoyed keeping men for her pleasure, until she didn't like them anymore."

"You mean...?" the twins asked in unison.

"No, she didn't kill any. Not that we know of, anyway." Jack said exactly as the doors of the elevator opened and Luke and Donald got in the warm embrace of their friends and family.

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Cut to the two whiteboards being cleaned and the photos taken down.

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Cut to black.

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER

JERRY BRUCKHEIMER

THE END.