Witson pulled out of Emma just in time, for moments latter two of the agents sent along for security were dragging in a semiconscious Brennan. One agent had a hold of is hurt arm and was using it to control him, while the other held onto his other arm and the remote for the governor in the back of the neck.

"What is this?" Witson asked as he stood, studding the group.

"We caught him trying to break in. He took out seven guys before we could subdue him. Thought you'd like to have a few words with him," smirked the agent holding his arm.

"Hmm….put him over there. Tell Harrison he can handle the prisoner as he sees fit. We have another subject. Remind Harrison though, that Mrs. Kilmont is still in charge of the prisoner's well being and if she tells him to stop, e has to," Witson said to the agents. 'It's the only way, if they catch on to what you've done it's all over. It's the only way…he can hold on just a little longer, soon his team will get him…God I have to fix my mistake….'

Witson watched as the agents took a now mostly aware Brennan over to a chair. Well they tried to, despite the pain in his arm from where he was being held, Brennan was fighting them every step of the way. However they finally they finally won and got Brennan handcuffed to the chair, where he sat glaring at everyone in the room.

"That'll be all," Witson said, and the two agents left. Witson waited until he heard their footsteps echoing down the hall before he turned his attention to Brennan.

"You Ass, you're going to let the creep kill Jesse. You have me, you don't need Jesse anymore, just leave him alone," Brennan hissed at Witson. His face was purple where an agent and struck him, and he was going to have one hell of a shiner.

"Because if I tell them to stop they'll know something is wrong," Witson said.

"Something is wrong, Jesse's going to die if he stays here," Brennan growled.

"I know that. Would you just listen to me!"

Brennan looked at him, glaring, and anger written all over his face, but said nothing.

"As I told your friend, Emma, I made a mistake. I thought that Jesse had done something to me, but it turns out it wasn't his fault. He wasn't responsible. I made a very big mistake, and now I need to fix it. You're going to have to trust me," Witson said.

"How did you talk to Emma," Brennan asked carefully.

"My powers, I can connect to people, see what they see, what they saw, and sometimes, if a mind is primitive enough, I can control them."

"So what, you talked to Emma, I still can't trust you, I mean it's easy for you to lie."

"You have a way to talk to your team, your rings right? Your rings are comm. links, right?" Brennan nodded, and Witson walked over to him and undid the cuffs. "Call them."

Brennan looked at him, still suspicious. "Emma, Emma, are you there?"

Moment's latter Emma's voice broke through the static his ring was giving out. "Brennan where the hell are you? Genomex isn't where Jesse was being kept and now we're back at Sanctuary and you're not here. What's going on?"

"Emma, I got a lead, someone called, and I'm a bout two miles…."

"North of the factory we where earlier?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Someone told me, I talked to someone, Brennan are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. That's all I needed to know. When are you going to be here?"

"Give us thirty minuets, now that we can trace your com. we won't have to do a sweep."

"That'll work. Tell me when you get here, I'll find Jess. Brennan out," Brennan ended the connection and faced Witson. "Alright, so someone talked to Emma. Doesn't mean it was you. Got anymore proof?"

"I didn't stop you from telling where you were."

"That could be the set up to a trap," Brennan snapped.

"Look, I know that I'm the bad guy, but Kilmartin needs help, your team mate is being tortured by Harrison! There's no time to sit around here and discuses this. I'll take you to him, then you can blast me to high hell all you want, alright?"

Brennan looked at the man in front of him, studied him close. His head was telling him that this guy was the enemy, he couldn't be trusted, but every instinct he had told him to go for it. That Jesse was what mattered.

"Get this damn thing off my neck," Brennan said.