A/N: hehe... yet another twist... although I'm probably just confirming what you already suspect...

Enjoy!

Cate x


41 hours missing

And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be fated to telling only lies¹

Jess leant down heavily on the sink and tried to rinse the taste of sick from her mouth. Looking up at her reflection, she saw those same blue eyes. The ones that had stared up at the FBI's missing persons unit. The ones that had red rings around them from where she had been crying; partly from the pain of throwing up, but mostly from the memories that she'd buried long ago.

But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free¹

But it wasn't just those memories that were causing her to retch the lining of her stomach into the toilet. It was something she was going to need to tell them; just thinking about it made her sick, and would do the same to them.

"Jess?" Sam's voice echoed through the tiled bathroom.

"Yeah…" came her reply.

Sam rubbed her back, "Are you…?" She didn't know what to say. Obviously Jessica wasn't 'okay', she was, as it turned out, one of the victims.

"I'm…" Jess didn't know how to reply, "I need to tell you guys something."

"Are you sure you're up to it?"

"I have to be. I need to tell you."

"Okay."


No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like i do, and i blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through¹

"You've all guessed why I'm in those photos." Jess said on one side of the desk, the team on the other, "When I was thirteen, I was kidnapped, tortured and…" Her voice caught in her throat, as she tried to bring herself to say the words she had been denying for nearly 17 years. She took a deep breath, "… raped. Repeatedly. I was just the latest in a long line of young girls up and down England. But what makes me different… is that I managed to escape. His name is Thomas Mulvane. This… man… is so sick that he lets the girls go. He lets them run just far enough before he catches them again. But I got away. He didn't count on our hideout.

My brother and I had a hideout. It was our little getaway. I went there. I was there almost a day before my brother found me. I'm the only one to have escaped."

She bit her lip and glanced through watery eyes at Danny. She knew that once he heard this, he could never feel for her they she felt. He would be repulsed by her. She took a deep breath, "But it doesn't finish there. He disappeared. The police never found him. And three months later I found out that I was pregnant. With his child. I'd never even had a boyfriend, and now I was pregnant with a rapist's child at thirteen years old."

No one knows what its like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies¹

Tears slipped softly down her cheeks as she faced the part of her life she had long suppressed.

"My parents… they're deeply religious Catholics… they wouldn't let me have an abortion. So I had the baby. And I gave her to my aunt and uncle, who couldn't conceive. My aunt had had cervical cancer and had to have a hysterectomy before she could have children. It was the cancer that finally got her. I knew they'd take care of her; that she'd have a good, happy life with them. You see, what many people don't know is that my uncle works for the British Government. He's the British Ambassador to the United States."

She waited to see which one worked it out first.

It was Jack. It was little wonder he was the head of the team. She heard a sharp intake of breath from him as realisation dawned. He looked at her, "Are you saying…?"

Jess nodded, "Lizzy is my daughter."

"But…" Viv's hand flew to her mouth as her stomach churned.

Jess nodded a silent reply.

Sam rubbed the wet lines on her cheeks. She took a deep breath, stood and straightened her blouse. "We need to find this bastard," she said quietly, "and quickly."

She walked around the desk and sat in front of Jess, taking her hands, "Jess, I need you to tell me everything you remember from your… ordeal."

Jess looked at the blonde; the woman who, little over two hours early, poured her heart and her tears out and yet sat in front of her now like nothing had happened. "How can you be so calm?"

Sam pushed Jess's mahogany-coloured hair over her ears and looked into her eyes, "Because I have to. Because no-one else is. Because if one of us isn't, we won't find her in time." She took her hand again, "Tell me."

But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free¹


¹Lyrics from Limp Bizkit, 'Behind Blue Eyes'.