"Aucun l'homme que je recherche, son nom est Thomas Avery. Il a vécu avec sa mère à Paris pendant douze années. Il doit y a un disque d'une certaine sorte. Aucun qui n'est pas lui. Dans la mesure où je le connais sont allés à l'école de rue Judas à Paris du centre jusqu'à ce qu'il ait eu onze ans et alors envoyé au loin à une école de réforme," she said in a hurried but fluent French.

Carly stopped short when she caught sight of Jordan, Lu and Woody standing in the doorway to her room, staring wide-eyed in confusion and impression. They had no idea she could speak French that well. She gave them a small smile and held up her pointer finger to show them she would be a second before turning her attention back to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Je ne peux pas parler bien pas. Il y a un officier de police qui est ici pour me voir. Aucun elle ne parle pas français dans la mesure où je sais ainsi ils ne sauront pas ce que je dis. Ne vous inquiétez pas. Vous ne aurez pas un aucun ennui. Mais je vraiment ne peux pas parler. Aucun ne me téléphonez pas. Je vous contacterai quand j'ai besoin. Merci. Au revoir," she finished, hanging up the phone and turning to look at them.

"Hi," Carly said with a smile.

"Hi," Jordan replied, clearly impressed and stunned by the fluentness she spoke with. "Where'd you learn to speak French like that?"

Carly faltered. "My mom's parents use to live in Paris. I use to spend every summer in their villa learning it," she said.

Woody wondered how any parent could not adore her. She was so talented, so amazing. He found it unimaginable that no one wanted her.

It struck Lu as odd about why Carly seemed to feel uncomfortable on the subject, as if it was something she didn't want to talk about.

"Carly is everything ok?" Lu asked.

Carly gave her a confused look, wondering why she was asking.

"I'm fine," she answered automatically, is if on impulse. If there was one thing Carly hated, it was being dependant on people and she refused to let herself trust theses strangers, however nice and kind and helpful they were being. "Do you guys need something?" she asked, her voice bordering on impatient.

Woody, Jordan and Lu all exchanged looks, remembering why they had gone to Carly's house.

"We need your help," Jordan said, taking a tentative step towards Carly who was clearly sceptical.

"With what?" she asked, pulling a chair across the hardwood of her bedroom floor and sitting down on it, eyes locked with Jordan's.

"With finding the bastards that are doing this," Jordan stated matter a factly.

"I'll do whatever you need," she said right away, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear and removing her eyes from Jordan, taking in Woody and Lu who were standing at the door.

"The only thing we need is the address of the place where they asked you to drop the money off at. And no …" Jordan said, knowing what Carly's next question was going to be. "…You cannot come."

Carly's jaw dropped open. "No way! You said you would keep me in the loop. I need to do something. If you want that information I'm coming with you," she threatened.

Woody, Jordan and Lu gaped. They knew Carly was tough, but they had no idea she was so much like Jordan.

"Carly no. It's way to dangerous. I'm not putting your life at risk!" Jordan said.

"Dr Cavanaugh do you know that I've been held at gun point three times already. And every time I've walked away without so much as a scratch. I can take care of myself!" she protested.

"Nobody's doubting that Carly," Lu said softly. "We all just care about you a lot and none of us want to see you hurt."

Woody noticed Carly's demeanour diminish somewhat. She slumped back in her chair as is showing defeat. But her eyes were still burning with the passion of fighting for what she wanted. It confused him. He started to notice her breathing coming in slower and slower gasps until her took a deep shuddering breath to fill her lungs with air.

"Carly are you ok?" Woody asked, moving towards her and bending down beside her chair.

She didn't respond, just clutched her chest and dry heaved. By now Jordan was at her side, pushing her long blonde hair out of her eyes and tilting her head backwards to look at her pupils.

"Carly! Come on Carly!" Jordan said. "Breathe with me. In …" Jordan took a deep breath in and made sure Carly copied her. " …And out," she let the air out, Carly mimicking her every step. "Good job, good job," Jordan said, Carly still breathing slowly and deeply.

"What the hell was that?" Woody asked, his voce tense and afraid. Carly's breathing had now returned to normal and she was sitting in her chair with her eyes closed, hand clamped tightly around the gold heart-shaped locket that hung from her neck.

"A panic attack," Jordan stated simply.

"Is she ok?" Lu asked as she walked over Carly and knelt beside her.

"Ya she'll be fine," Jordan replied.

"I'm fine," Carly said, sighing deeply. "And I'm coming."

"No way in hell!" It was Woody this time. "Carly you just had a panic attack. Now give us the address and I promise we'll call you the second we find out anything," Woody said.

"Bu…"

"No buts," Woody interjected. "Carly I will not be responsible for your death; I have enough on my conscious as it is. Now give us the address."

Carly hesitated but pulled a piece of paper towards her from her desk and wrote it down. "You don't call me … then things are going to get ugly."

Woody couldn't help but smile despite the seriousness of her tone.

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Lu and Jordan pulled up to the warehouse, cautiously opening the doors of Lu's car and stepping out.

"It's a shame Woody got that call," Lu said, drawing her gun and walking slightly ahead of Jordan.

"Ya but what can you do. When you get a call saying you got a new lead you gotta run with it," Jordan said, tip-toeing behind Lu.

They quietly stepped into the building, Lu motioning for complete silence. Both were beginning to regret not calling for backup. Silence filled the warehouse, deadly and still as the desert. Jordan wrapped her arms tightly around her body, creating friction to warm herself up. A muffled bang sounded from somewhere to their right and they wheeled around to the sound.

The sickening crunch of metal hitting skull echoed around them as Jordan collided with the floor, slumping to a heap at Lu's feet.

"Jordan!" Lu exclaimed before there was another sound of metal hitting skull and Lu landed in a pile beside Jordan.

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She awoke with her head splitting, pain throbbing between the spot between her eyes at the back of her head. She scrunched her eyes shut, trying to block out the pain. But she was attempting the inevitable. She reopened her eyes, taking in the scene of the dark and dingy room around her.

Rough stone walls made up the large room and a sliver of light peeked its way through a crack somewhere a long ways from her. Jordan attempted to stand but was pulled back down when metal hit her wrist. She twisted to look at what was holding her back, cursing when she saw the handcuffs chaining her to the wall.

"Jordan?" The voice was quiet but somewhere nearby.

"Lu? Is that you?" Jordan asked back.

"Ya Jordan it's me. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Are you?"

"Just dandy," she joked. Jordan smiled.

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Woody stood in his office, dialling the same two numbers over and over again. Neither were saying that they were out of service and he knew that Jordan never turned her phone off. So why were both she and Lu not answering? He was getting frustrated.

Finally giving up on trying to reach them, he pulled the address out of his pocket, opening the folded paper and running to his car as his eyes scanned over it.

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They had to still be here somewhere. Lu's car was sitting not three feet from the entrance. He drew his gun and walked through the emptiness that was unsettling him. They had to be here somewhere. A faint clamouring reached his ear and he followed the sound and found a door on the very right wall, seeming to go down to the basement. He pulled it open and swung it towards him, eyes adjusting to the overwhelming darkness that proceeded all the way down a flight of rickety stairs with stone walls.

The took the flight down, flashlight in one hand, gun in the other eyes scanning for the sight of either woman. When he got to the bottom, he was not prepared for what he saw.

There were Jordan and Lu, both sitting ten somewhat feet from each other, chained to the wall. He stood there in limbo, standing between the two women, both of which needed him right now. They were both on the ground, both bleeding, both in need of serious medical attention. His eyes wandered over each of them, his mind internally battling with itself on which he should help. And then it hit him … he knew who he had to choose.