Her eyes snapped open in the pitch black of the space surrounding her, and she felt fear. She had no idea where she was, nor any recollection of how she had arrived. What Jaime Sommers did know was that she needed to be calm. Concentrating on her breathing first, she slowed down her respiration, and in the dark, took stock of her own condition. She felt groggy and slightly dizzy. Jaime reached up with her hand, and rubbed an area of pain at her right temple, discovering a spot where a bullet had grazed her forehead. After checking her bionic limbs, and establishing that there was no damage, Jaime slowly sat up. A wave of nausea rippled through her, and she took a deep breath. After a moment, it passed. In the darkness, she reached out with her hands into empty air. Jaime carefully stood, and slowly moved forward, her hands extended out in front of her. After a few steps, she hit what felt like a wall. She followed the wall around a very small room, but to her dismay, found no doors or windows. Jaime got on her knees and felt the entire floor, which was concrete, but there was nothing else.

By process of elimination, Jaime figured the only way out must be up. She reached above her head, but couldn't find anything. She hated the idea of using her bionics to leap upward in the pitch blackness of the room, but could see no other option. She bent down, and sprang upward, holding her hands out above her head. She hit the ceiling hard with her hands, and felt the sting in her left one from the impact, but at least now she knew the distance of it. Methodically, Jaime jumped up to touch each section of the ceiling, until she finally felt the small steel door. And a shiver ran up her spine, for she had to be imprisoned in a small basement cell. After several jumping investigations, Jaime could not find any kind of latch. She was going to have to find a way to break through the steel by repeatedly jumping upward, and pounding into it with her bionic hand.

It was going to take awhile, and Jaime hoped no one was around to hear the sounds of her slowly breaking through steel.

Rudy stood next to the hospital bed, notating in Oscar's chart. The exhausted voice caused him to look down at his patient.

"Any news?"

Wells shook his head, and Oscar's brow furrowed. Rudy reached a soft hand down, patting Goldman's shoulder.

"Try not to worry, Oscar. Russ is moving heaven and earth to find her, and Jaime's not without the ability to take care of herself."

Goldman said nothing, but Rudy could see from the look on his face that he would be unable to take his mind off of it. He took a long breath of air, and reached over to the tray behind him, and the syringe loaded with a sedative upon it. Oscar looked up at the doctor.

"No, Rudy, please don't...."

Wells shook his head, but his voice remained soft, "I'm sorry, Oscar, but you're wound up like a drum. This is very mild, it's just going to help you relax, that's all."

Goldman felt too tired to argue as Rudy gently injected him. After a moment, Oscar sensed his eyelids growing heavy.

"If you hear anything..."

"I'll wake you up, I promise. Just get some rest, Oscar."

Wells stood there until Goldman was asleep, then quietly, he slipped out the door, anxious to hear an update on the search for Jaime.

"What do you mean you don't have any leads?"

Russ paced the length of Oscar's office, "Exactly that, Rudy. It's like they disappeared into thin air."

Wells made an effort to keep the anger from his timbre, "There's got to be something, Russ. People don't just evaporate."

"Don't you think I know that?" Rudy calmly looked at Russ, but said nothing. After a moment, the younger man continued, "I'm sorry."

"You're uptight. I understand."

"I can't fail him, Rudy."

Wells reached over and squeezed the agent's shoulder, "You won't, Russ. Just keep looking. She's out there somewhere, and if they had cleared US air space, we'd know. They can't have taken her that far."

Russ nodded and took a calming breath. "You're right."

Rudy patted the man, "Oscar chose you because you're good at what you do, Russ. Try and remember that, okay?"

Russ nodded and walked back to Goldman's desk, once again turning his attention to the search for Jaime. Wells glanced at his watch, and realized he needed to check in on his patient. Quietly, Rudy slipped out, heading back to the hospital, and he hoped, good news for a change.