CHAPTER THREE

A/N: I'm not really sure how to spell Krychek. If I'm wrong, let me know. Oh and anonomoso maybe you can sign in when you review? I'm getting spammed reviews because I have the Anonymous Reviews turned on. I'm thinking of turning them off.

UPDATE: Sorry it's been so long since another chapter but I've been so busy. I promise to update more next time.

Skinner pocketed his phone and frowned. He didn't want to be Hannah in any more danger than she already was. The CSM had his orders and unfortunately Skinner was the one who had to carry them out.

Hannah kept her eyes closed as the car stopped. The back door opened and she felt herself being carried out by Krychek. Her head was throbbing and she felt woozy.

A few minutes later, she felt herself being deposited onto a bed. She struggled until they strapped her on. She opened her eyes and found herself in a hospital room. With a jolt, she realised it was the same room from when she was taken the first time.

She licked her lips, her mouth was dry, " Why?" she croaked out, " Why me?"

" Shut up," the younger man hissed, " If I had my way, you'd be dead already!"

" Quiet Alex," the smoking man snapped. " Dr, give her something that will completely knock her out. We won't begin until tomorrow."

That was when Hannah noticed the third person in the room.

He was obviously a doctor, in his late forties with receding brown hair and brown eyes behind a pair of glasses. She stared pleadingly at him but he just ignored her. He hooked her up to an IV, then got another needle ready.

Hannah fought hard to stay awake after she was injected. The doctor and the two men left, leaving her alone in the room. She tried to think of some way to escape but it would be impossible. She was strapped to the bed as if she was a patient in a mental intuition. Then she wondered, was that where she was? In a mental intuition? If that was the case, then why? What for?

Hannah had no choice but to surrender to sleep.

Hannah's eyes opened and found herself staring face to face with someone familiar-the gentlemen who had been visiting her. He was standing next to the bed, looking down at her thoughtfully.

" You," she murmured, " You're involved with this? What are you doing to me?"

" Don't worry young lady. It'll be all over soon and you will be released."

" What will be over?" Hannah looked up to see the doctor enter the room with a tray full of medical equipment. There were some nasty looking needles…

Hannah started to struggle with her bonds, " No! Please let me go." She pleaded.

The Well-Manicured Man ignored her pleas and nodded at the doctor. Hannah then began to scream…

Scully jolted awake and looked blearily at the clock. It was almost three am. She hadn't meant to fall asleep.

Her cell phone rang and she grabbed it, thinking it was Mulder.

" Scully."

" Ms. Scully?"

" Who is this?"

" A…friend." The voice wasn't familiar.

" How did you get my number?"

" It doesn't matter…if you want to see her again, then this is what I want you to do."