Martin stood in the break room, stirring two coffee cups. He smiled to himself. The case was finally over and Lizzy was home. It was going to be a difficult trial and, at some point before taking the stand, Jess would have to tell Lizzy of her real parentage, but for now she could breathe easy. Danny had left her to her apartment to grab a shower and cook a meal for the team.

He strolled into the bullpen and did a double-take. Far from the relaxed, peaceful atmosphere he had left, agents were rushing from left to right. Sam poured over a computer screen and Jack was yelling into the phone.

He put the coffee down and grabbed Vivian's arm as she walked past, "Viv, what's going on?"

"Mulvane escaped custody about an hour ago."

"What?" Martin nearly dropped his coffee. He scanned the room for her. "Where is she now? Is Danny with her?" he demanded.

They looked around at each other in panic. "He called me five minutes ago. He'd just left her home and went to some wine." Sam said.

They looked at Jack for guidance. He pursed his lips, "Find her; she's probably his next target." Sam was already out the door.


Jess tasted the sauce. "Hmmm…." She considered it for a minute before adding more pepper. She reached over and flicked the radio on, allowing the music to blast into her kitchen. She pulled a face as she recognised the southern tones of Britney Spears and tuned to something a little more her style; 3 Doors Down.

A sharp knock at the door didn't disturb her shimmying across the kitchen, and she simply yelled out for him to come in as she reached for another wooden spoon.

"What took so long?" she asked as she heard him enter. One hand wrapped around her waist on settled on her stomach. "You wanna taste?" She scooped up some sauce with her spoon. His hand snaked over her shoulder to take the spoon from her; his white hand. She dropped the spoon and gasped as he twisted her to face him.

"Hey there sweetie pie." She felt the bile rise in her throat as he roughly pressed his lips against her own, and she pushed him away.

"Get the fuck away from me." She growled.

"Now that's no way to treat… an old flame." He swung at her, and she ducked bringing her knee up sharply into his stomach. He dropped to his hands and knees, and spluttered.

Jess took the opportunity to run for the door, but he grabbed her ankle and she tripped to the floor, smashing her head against the wooden floor. Her eyes lost focus and she felt the warm trickle of blood running down her temple. The last thing she saw was him standing over her as her world went dark.


"Come on, come on pick up." Sam sat beside Martin as he sped into Brooklyn, "Dammit Danny, answer your phone!"

She snapped her own shut and started to tap her foot.

"Calm down," Martin said soothingly, "It'll be okay. I'm sure she'll be fine. She's a pretty strong girl."

"You're sure she'll be okay, huh?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then why you pushing 90?"

Martin looked at his speedometer which read 87 mph, "Okay so maybe I'm not exactly sure." He looked at her and leant down on the gas.


Danny opened his car door just as the phone cut out. He looked at the caller id. Sam. He'd ring her back when he got into Jess's.

The door was slightly open when he got there. Normally his instincts would cause him to grab his gun from its holster, but the sound of Keane floating into the open air made him relax.

He opened it and called out to her, "Hey Jess! I brought some red and some white; didn't know what you'd be cooking!"

He dropped his jacket on the sofa and walked into the kitchen. The sauce was bubbling over. "Shit!" he rushed forward and pulled it off the ring. He turned the radio off and looked around the apartment. Her jacket and bag were on the table.

The bathroom was empty, and her bedroom door lay slightly ajar. He knocked lightly and waited; no answer. He opened it further and poked his head round. She was lying on the bed, the covers pulled up to her waist. She was obviously exhausted by the last three days.

He moved towards her to pull the covers further over her, when he noticed something out of place. Her cheeks were stained with black streaks. It was then he realised that her hands were bound and tape covered her mouth. He rushed to her side and shook her, "Jess! Jess! Wake up!"

She twitched as her body woke.

He slapped her and she woke fully. Her serene sleeping expression changed to a panic frightened one. He ripped the tape from her mouth and she spat out tissue, crying out.

"Jess, what happened?" Danny untied her hands, "Where is he? Did he…?"

"No… he didn't get a chance to." Jess grabbed his arm and whispered low, "Danny, he's still here."

"What?" he looked around and pulled out his gun.

"When you came in and called out, he stopped what he was…" she looked around, "He hit me, knocked me out. If he didn't pass you, he couldn't have left."

"He's not in the bathroom, I looked."

She looked across the room, and looked at him. She used her eyes to indicate her walk-in wardrobe. He stood and raised his firearm. Cautiously he approached the closet and wrenched it open, aiming. It was empty.

"There's no-one here…" he turned back to look at her.

"Then let's get the fuck out of here," she pulled on a pair of track bottoms, her breathe becoming steadily unstable.

Danny sat on the bed beside her and took her hand, "Jess, calm down. It's okay; I'm here." Her breathing steadied once more, "Now, get shoes on."

She walked around the other side of her bed and found one trainer. She lifted clothes to find the other. Spotting it half under the bed, she bent down to lift it. She froze at the sight of his boots. "Danny…" she said, warning in her tone.

"Yeah?" he looked round at her and stood up when he saw her expression.

Just then Mulvane swung at Danny's legs, taking them from underneath him and causing him to smack his head against her bed frame as he fell.

"Danny!" Jess screamed and jumped across the bed. She reached his side and called his name.

He groaned and opened his eyes.

"Danny, come on… I need you." Jess called to him.

"You know what?" Mulvane stood over them, "I've had enough. I think I'll just get rid of you now. But," he shrugged his shoulders and mock-sighed, "I'm gonna' have to do away with your boyfriend first."

Jess searched Danny's body and the surrounding area frantically for his handgun.

"Looking for this, sweet cheeks?" he scratched his temple with it and looked at it, "Wonder how much bang it has?" He pointed it at Danny.

Jess shielded his body with her own. The sound of a gun shot resonated in the room, pounding at her eardrums. The sound woke Danny fully and he looked at her, fearing the worst. She looked up at him, her expression one of shock.

"I don't think we'll have any problems from him anymore." Martin and Sam stood in the doorway, Martin with his firearm raised.

Jess looked back at Danny and across to where Mulvane's body lay still, blood seeping from the bullet wound between his eyes.

Martin lowered his weapon and looked at Sam, "I'll call it in."

Jess rested her head on Danny's chest and exhaled deeply, for now it was finally over.