They Helix were now circling the complex where they had traced Brennan's comm. to. Shal was on edge, and so was Emma, they both knew that this was the right place. "Hurry up Adam, land this thing and let me out," demanded the feral.

"I'm doing the best I can Shal, it takes just a little bit of room to land this thing," Adam said, forcing himself not to snap at the feral. Adam was more then stressed, he was pissed. Not only was he worried about Jesse and the condition he was in, but he had to deal with a vengeful/ angry mama Shalimar and worried Emma, but Brennan had totally disregarded his orders and gone off on his own. This whole situation was quickly growing out of control.

"It grew out of control Adam the moment that they took Jesse. It grew out of all of our control the moment they started to torture him. Right now all we can pray is that Brennan can get to him, and Shalimar can clear the way. But you have to remember, that you're not responsible for what you can't control, not things like this," Emma whispered to Adam, trying her best to both calm and reassure him.

Adam glanced over at her, and gave her a quick smile of thanks. She returned it and gave a nod. "Alright Shal, get ready, we're landing."

Laura backed away from Jesse and turned her body to face the door. Jesse, who was looking away from her and the door, stiffened when he heard Witson's voice.

"Where's Harrison?"

"He needed to go and get some equipment, I'm hear to stitch him together," Laura purred.

"Did you? Is he in one piece?" Witson hissed, trying to keep his own disgust from eating away at him.

"Yes, he's all better. Why?" Laura asked, her voice telling Jesse that she was growing suspicious of Witson.

"There's someone here who wants to see him," Witson said, and Jesse heard the door open and Brennan being dragged in.

"You asswhole, watch my arm! What the fuck am I doing here?"

"No," Jesse gasped out, loud enough for only Laura to hear.

She laughed, "What did I tell you my darling Freak? I told you that they'd make him watch," she laughed again and moved to the side so Brennan could see Jesse.

Brennan felt his insides tighten, and his body go cold. Jesse looked bad was the understatement of the year. His skin was five shades to pale, made paler by the strikes of blood down his sides. From what Brennan could see there was a y wound down his chest. There were burses on his arms and legs where the restraints had cut in and on his face and body where he had been struck or man handled. Jesse was breathing hard and ragged, obviously in pain.

Brennan watched as the leggy lady walked over to Jesse and take a hold of his hair yanking his head so he was forced to look at her. She smiled down at him, a sick seductive smile. "Look over hear freak, not at the wall. Show your friend you pretty face," she hissed at him.

"Let him go," Brennan growled, hatred flooding him. He recognized the woman now, he knew who she was. She was the one who had helped to torture Jesse when he was younger. Now here she was doing it again. Brennan had never wanted to hurt a woman before, he had always tried not to, but right now, looking at her and how she was treating Jesse, he wanted her dead.

"Hear that freak? Hear that, you're so weak that you can't even speak up for yourself. Your friend has to do it for you. How far will he go to stop your pain? How far do you think he'd go? You think he'd switch places with you?" Laura hissed, completely happy. She was in control, and she knew it.

"Shut up," Jesse said, and Brennan could swear he saw them flash feral. Apparently Laura saw it to, because she backed away from him. Brennan had to smirk as he watched her glare at Jesse then turn and leave.

"Man, I want to kill her," Brennan sighed.

"She's sick," Witson agreed.

Jesse looked at them confused, a hundred questions running through his mind.

Witsonstudied Jesse, locking eyes with him. "You were right, you didn't have a choice. I messed up, I messed up big time. I'm sorry, I am so sorry."

Brennan watched the exchange between the two, and thankfuly, he could see Jesse visibly relax. "We both did," Jesse said, his voice weak, yet full of relife.

"Yeah well, you two can work it out latter, we got to get out of here," Brennan said walking over to Jesse and starting to free him. He had to use all his skill not to cringe, if he thought Jesse looked bad from his spot at the door, it was nothing compared to what he saw now. "Hang on Jess, give me a few seconds," Brennan said as he pulled on the straps.

"What's the plan?" Jesse asked, and Brennan could hear him weakening.

"Well, Adam says that Emma and Shal are on their way in. Shal's probably on the hunt, apparently she's not even bothering to hid and is just attacking."

"Sounds just like her," Jesse said through clenched teeth. Brennan took a quick look up at Jesse's face. His eyes were shut tight, his face taunt. "Jess, am I hurting you?"

"Kind of," came the weak reply, and Brennan now looked down at where the bonds were. His wrist and ankles were rubbed raw and were starting to bleed.

"It's ok man, that's the last one," Brennan said reassuringly, he glanced up at Witson, who was guarding the door, "How we doing? All clear?"

"Yes, no wait, someone's coming duck down," Witson said, stepping back into the room and walking over to Jesse.

A few seconds latter and the door opened and Jessica wheeled herself through. She stopped when she saw Witson standing over Jesse.

"What are you doing here? What have you done to him?" she asked, anger flashing through her eyes.

"It's alright Jessica. He's helping," Jesse whispered.

"Jesse?" Jessica called wheeling over to him, still keeping her eyes on Witson. "Jesse, how are you feeling?"

Jesse gave her smile, "Still here. Look I'm all free," he said, trying to lighten the tension he saw in her face, and Jessica gave him a smile. "Brennan, you can get up now. She's on our side."

Brennan stood up from under the table and came face to face with Jessica. "Hi," Brennan said as Jessica's mouth dropped in surprise.

"Jessica, this is Brennan Mulwray, Brennan this is Jessica…Sorry I didn't catch your last name…." Brennan glanced at Jessica who had begun to check Jesse over.

"He's getting weaker, I think his adrenaline is running out. Jesse, I have some water, can you drink it?" Jesse nodded weakly and she held the glass for him while he drank it. He drank slowly, and Brennan had to support him, but he didn't spit anything back up.

"We don't have any more time left," Witson said. "We've been here to long already."

"Yeah, I know. But Shal and Emma are on the way, so we're going to be fine. Come on Jess, we got to get a move on it, can you walk?" Brennan said, trying to keep everything calm and under control, but he wasn't so sure himself. The girls were good, but he also knew that Shal wasn't thinking beyond get Jesse.

Jesse understood what Brennan was getting to. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, or at least tried to, but he started to cough and gag as soon as he did. Brennan instantly pushed the younger man down. "Alright, walking is out. I could carry you…."

"No, you'll likely tare the stitches. There has to be another way…" Jessica said.

"There might be, but it all depends on how much you're willing to do Jesse," Witson said, looking at Jesse.