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Chapter Sixteen

Meg sat in her cell, once again staring up at the cracks that lined the ceiling.

They were interrogating him right now. Catherine had come to Meg's cell to inform her that Adam had been caught. But those words did not ease the tension that filled her. She knew Adam too well. He would weasel his way out of this, he would make them think that Meg was lying, that she had concocted this story to free her own self of guilt. He would go free, and then, he would kill Amy.

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He was quickly growing tired of this endless questioning. It was all repetitive, and mindless. Not to mention, totally useless. If they wanted him to confess to forcing Meg into killing those people they would have to try a lot harder, because there was no way that Adam was going to crack.

Adam couldn't help the smirk that played at the corners of his mouth. It was all just so useless. They would never get him to own-up to the fact that he had indeed been behind those murders. Besides, they had no proof. Meg had no proof. It was his word against hers. And who were people more likely to believe? Why, him, the senior ranking FBI agent, of course. So all of this was pointless. Even if they did, somehow manage to find grounds to arrest him, they would never have enough evidence, or any evidence at all to convict him.

His smirk threatened to grow, but Adam kept it back. It was all just so hilarious. Soon he would be free and Meg would either be dead or surviving life in prison.

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Meg stared at the bars that kept her prisoner. So often she had wondered what went through the minds of those that she had imprisoned, and now their thoughts were her own. How ironic.

The door to the holding area opened once more and, again, Catherine entered. It had only been a few hours since her last visit, but, to Meg, it felt as if an eternity had passed. Human contact seemed like a figment of her imagination; life outside of these bars an illusion. Not even a day had passed and already Meg was craving a glimpse of the outside world, she wanted nothing more than to breathe fresh air once more. But, for now, she was trapped within the bars, awaiting her fate. And one look at Catherine's face told Meg that her fate was looking darker by the second.

"He's not talking, is he?" Meg asked as Catherine came to a stop in front of her cell. Catherine merely shook her head, the look in her eyes conveying the failure that she was feeling inside.

Meg sighed. It wasn't just her life that hung in the balance here. The life of her sister was also hanging right there next to Meg's.

A grim determination to settle this once and for all filled Meg. She looked up at Catherine, a stubborn look in her eyes and a determined set to her chin.

"Let me talk to him." She said.

"No." Catherine said with a shake of her head. "Meg, I can't let you do that."

'It's the only way." Meg stated simply. She would not be deterred. "If I know Adam, if he thinks that we're alone than he won't be able to keep himself from gloating. Give me a tape recorder and I can record every word he says. You'll have all the evidence you need to put him away."

Catherine couldn't help but be impressed at Meg's reasoning. The plan was a good one. Running a weary hand through her hair, Catherine sighed.

"All right." She relented. "But only if Grissom agrees to the plan."

Meg nodded.

"Deal."

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Amy tried to concentrate on the magazine she held, but her mind- and her eyes- kept wandering. As discreetly as she could, Amy glanced over at Greg. He seemed just as agitated as she. Over and over again he paced the floor of the waiting room, the soles of his shoes squeaking against the tiled floor with each step that he took. At first she had found his pacing cute and endearing, but now it simply annoyed the hell out of her.

Snapping her magazine closed, Amy sighed heavily. Greg didn't even notice her distress, instead, he kept pacing. Amy sighed louder, trying to draw his attention from pacing. Aggravated beyond belief, Amy frowned, growling low in her throat.

"Greg!" She cried when she finally figured out that he wouldn't be dissuaded from his pacing. His head snapped around, his eyes searching the hall behind Amy.

"Greg, I'm over here." Amy waved her hand, irritated that Greg seemed to be looking straight through her.

"What? Oh. Sorry." He said, a sad smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

"It's all right." Amy sighed. "I'm just a little on edge right now. I've been here for five hours and nobody's let me see Meg or given me any information about how much longer it will be until I can see her."

Greg ran a hand through his already tousseled hair.

"If you want, I can go see what I can find out." He said. "To be honest, I'd kinda like to know what's going on too."

"I'd appreciate that." Amy replied with a small smile. She would welcome any news she could get, even if it wasn't the greatest news. Amy just wanted to know when she could see Meg and know for herself the real story behind this whole drama.

It was still so difficult for her to believe that Meg would kill innocent people after all that the girls had gone through after the tragic death of their mother. Amy still couldn't comprehend that this was indeed the truth.

Greg left the room, the squeaking of his shoes following him down the hall.

Amy sighed for what seemed like the millionth time that day and leaned back against the uncomfortable plastic chair that she sat in. She wished that she could see Meg and ask her what she was thinking about when she decided to kill those people. Surely Meg couldn't have done this willingly. There was more to all of this than was being said. Amy just knew it.

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She cringed inwardly as she heard the familiar steps coming towards the cell. Meg turned her head towards the hall only to see Adam's evil and arrogant face staring down at her. His eyes were cold and hateful, his lips turned up into a sardonic grin. Meg felt her stomach twist at the sight of him; bile rising up in her throat.

"I hear you want to apologize." He sneered, his voice filled with hateful sarcasm. "I must say, I was rather surprised when I heard that." He cocked an eyebrow and studied Meg.

"What do you have up your sleeve, Sawyer?" Adam questioned.

"Nothing." Meg spat. "I just want this whole thing to end."

"Well I'm sorry," Adam replied, sounding anything but sorry. "But it's a little late for that." The cold glint in his eyes intensified. "You betrayed me, Meg." He scowled, leaning in so that his face was pressed against the bars. "And you knew the deal. So, because of your stupidity, Amy is going to die."

"She had nothing to do with this." Meg cried, jumping off the cot. "You just leave her alone. Leave her out of this."

"Meg, Meg, Meg." Adam sighed sardonically and shook his head. His eyes roved over her; cold and heartless. "You've already brought her into this. By telling those stupid CSIs about me you brought Amy into this. You put her life into my hands."

Hot tears flooded Meg's eyes and fell down her cheeks in two waterfalls of guilt and sadness. He was right. Meg had deceived him, and now, Adam had the right to kill Amy as was their so called "deal."

Yes, deal. Or that was what Adam called it. When he had first come to her with his whole plan he had told her that he would do as he said or Amy would die. What choice had Meg had in the matter? Either she did as he said or she lost someone who she loved more than life itself.

"Why are you doing this?" Meg cried, the tears falling from her face to land on the back of her fist which was clenched tightly around the bars of her prison cell. "Why did you have to choose me?"

"Because your father was a weak man, Meg, and I needed someone who would follow through with my instructions." At his words, Meg's eyes flew up to meet his. What did her father have to do with this?

"My father?"

"Oh that's right." An evil glint filled Adam's eyes. "Your precious father never told you that he was the first of my assistances."

Meg searched Adam's eyes, wanting nothing more than to know that he was lying. But, somehow, she knew that it was the truth.

"You see, Meg." He continued, now seeing that he had an attentive audience. "Your father used to be my partner before he quit the FBI. He was a good agent, but a poor man. He came to me for help and I, being the fine man that I am, decided to help him. I told him that I'd pay him to do a few side jobs for me; no questions asked. And he said yes."

Meg couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had known when she was a girl that her parents were having money problems. Her father had made a few bad investments and they were struggling to make ends meet. But Meg had never been worried; she knew that her daddy- her hero- would fix things somehow. And he had. But now Meg was learning just how he had fixed everything. The thought of him willingly falling into the kind of life which Meg had stumbled into was sickening.

"Poor Meg," Adam snickered, "to finally learn that your hero is nothing more than a low-life, hired gun. You two are more alike than you ever thought. Because, much like you, he betrayed me as well. Oh yes, he decided that he wanted out of the business and he tried to turn me in. But I got him in the end, oh yes I did. It's just a shame though. Your mother was such a beautiful woman. It's a shame that she had to die because of him."

Her mother. Meg's anger surged from deep within her and her knuckles turned white from the death grip she held on the bars. Adam had killed her mother.

"You bastard." She seethed, her anger making it nearly impossible to speak. "You son of a bitch, no good, murdering bastard." She pulled at the bars as if to free herself and pictured her hands tightening around Adam's neck.

Her anger was fueled by the laughter that bubbled up from Adam's lips. As she stood there, trying to curb her anger- yet utterly failing- Adam walked away, his shoulders shaking with mirth and his spine tingling laugh echoing off the cinderblock walls.

As the door slammed shut behind him, Meg felt her knees go weak and she sank slowly to the cold concrete floor. The tears of sadness had turned into ones of hate and loathing. She wanted nothing more than to see that bastard arrested and to see him pay for his crimes- not only those against the people he'd had murdered, but the crimes he had committed against Meg's family.

Let him laugh. Meg thought as she stared at the blank gray walls of her cell. Because in the end, I'll have the last laugh.

And, with tears still streaming down her face, Meg pulled off the microphone that lay just inside the collar of her shirt.

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