Disclaimer: This story has the typical violence you'll see in the show along with all the angst. I try not to get too off character or too violent, but I'm giving it a mature rating just to be on the safe side.

I of course own nothing and get nothing but the satisfaction of writing the story and hopefully making it enjoyable for others as well. Comments are always welcome, good or bad. Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.

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Sarah had slept fitfully for a short time during the night. She couldn't be sure how long. They'd taken her watch and everything she'd been carrying or wearing, except her clothes. That she was thankful for. So far they hadn't done anything physically to her, besides tie her up and throw her in a small dark room of course. Which was bad, but certainly wasn't the worst thing they could have done.

She had no idea what time it was or where she was being held. All she knew was that some noise had woken her up. She stayed in the bed and just listened. The sounds of footsteps and talking could be heard far in the distance. She listened for a short while, but they didn't appear to be coming any closer. At least not yet.

After a long while she realized that the footsteps were getting closer. A shadow hid what little light she had coming from the window. Then a flashlight shone into the room and settled on her. She turned over and shielded her eyes, "hello?"

The door opened; unfortunately it wasn't anyone coming to rescue her. It was one of the men coming with some more food and water. He glanced down at the untouched sandwich from the night before, he made a tisk-tisk noise, and then said, "what a waste." He bent down and replaced the sandwich plate with another plate and the cup of water with a cup of what looked like orange juice from where she was sitting. "So, would you like to tell me where that book is?"

Sarah was scared, but she wasn't stupid. However, she had to try to determine exactly how nice this guy was willing to be and judge whether or not she could manipulate the situation in any way to her advantage. Her fear had waned a little and now she was calculating on how to escape. "What book?" She tried to use a soft, scared tone.

He looked her over for a brief moment then smiled lightly, "the book with the Latin writings and drawings of symbols and creatures, of course." He smiled patiently as she stared back doe-eyed. "Come on now. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Why? I mean … why do you want it? Why so badly that you're willing to do this to me?" Sarah was doing her best to keep her composure. She was scared of this guy and the fact that he was being nice was scaring her even more. His eyes were cold even when there was a smile on his face. There was no warmth coming from him.

"You don't need to know why, you just need to know that we wont ask nicely for long." He turned and walked towards the door, looking back at her before he left. "You've only got one thing going for you right now, and he's not going to stand in the way for long. Once the High Priest's patience runs out …" he gave her a grin that sent a shiver up her spine, "well … you just think about that one." He walked out and closed the door behind him. She heard a click as it was locked and then heard his footsteps as he walked down the hallway away from her.

Glancing down she looked at the food they had brought her. Eggs, sausage and toast. Not bad. Her stomach was yelling at her to pick up the food and eat. The orange juice was tempting; her mouth and throat were dry. She hesitated for a few moments more, then picked up the plate and started eating.

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Dean and Sam waited for a while before Special Agent Ayotte finally left the station and headed out. Dean quickly started the engine and began to follow. It didn't take long before they finally entered a very nice subdivision and were led to her house. There were only three cars, including Ayotte's. Dean stopped at a corner well passed the house and parked.

Sam just sat in the passenger seat quietly, watching Dean as he reached into the back seat and started rummaging through his duffle bag. "What are we really going to do here, Dean? I'm pretty sure they're not going to let us just walk in there and start an investigation of our own."

"Come on Sam. You really need to get out of this funk. If she's still alive … she is still alive, Sam, and we've got to find her and that's not going to happen if you don't concentrate on what we need to do." Dean pulled out the EMF from the duffle bag and stuffed it into his inside jacket pocket. Dean looked at Sam, straight and level, waiting for him to say something, anything.

Sam took a deep breath and looked back towards Sarah's house. "What do you think they're doing in there? And what story are you going to give them to let us in the house?"

Dean smiled back at him. "We're not going to tell them a story. Matter of fact, we're not going to ask them anything at all. If we do this right, we wont even have to talk to them." The smile on his face grew, "let's go Sammy." He opened his door and headed for the house.

Sam looked at him completely puzzled, "what?" and then tried to catch up.

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Dean and Sam moved to the houses on the same side of the street as Sarah's house. They looked in the back yard of the house two doors down from hers. Dean smiled back at Sam and snickered, "no yorkies back here," then slipped in the gate door. Sam just shook his head and followed.

They stopped at each window to make sure no one was in there that might see them sneaking by. Once they reached the other side, Dean climbed up a little and looked over the fence. Today was their lucky day. There didn't appear to be a dog in the next back yard either. They quickly jumped the fence and headed for Sarah's back yard.

As they snuck by one last window, however, a dog started barking and jumping on the curtain. Cursing, they hurried to the fence and looked over. The backyard appeared quiet and empty. Dean and Sam jumped over as the door opened in the previous house and the dog came running out.

They quickly moved to the first window in Sarah's back yard. The dog next door had come to the fence and was barking. They could hear the owner of it asking what was wrong in one of those silly baby voices that made Dean cringe and shudder. Checking the window, it was unlocked. "Hmm," Dean mumbled as he slid the window open. "What?" Sam whispered in a panicked tone as he watched the owner next door getting closer to the fence. "Nothing, just weird that one of her windows is actually unlocked, I guess."

They quickly slid through the window and into what appeared to be an office. "Well, I guess this is as good a place as any to start," Dean whispered. Sam started looking over the bookshelves and Dean started going through the drawers in the desk.

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Sarah was grateful for the bathroom breaks they provided. One of the two men that had originally brought her here would come in and escort her down several hallways. She was beginning to get the route memorized. They had to be underground in some type of sewer or maintenance area. It was damp and occasionally she'd get a whiff of something that made her gag, which would always result in an obnoxious chucked from whom ever was escorting her that day.

Today, her heart leapt almost out of her chest. As they were walking down one particular hallway, another hallway branched off to the left. The man behind her had a battery powered florescent lantern and she was positive she saw the rungs of a ladder reflect the light for a second. Now she just had to bide her time to figure out how she would use that information to her advantage.

Once they returned to her room … cell more like it … he asked her again about the book.

"If I did have it and I gave it to you, what would happen?" Sarah asked carefully as she moved to stand near the bed without sitting down on it.

"You don't really want to know that."

"Uh …" she swallowed as fear began to creep up and cause her throat to go dry.

The man started laughing, "I see, you're talking about what happens to you?"

Sarah just nodded slightly.

He laughed a little more, "in that case, we take you out of here. You'll get to breathe the fresh air and feel the sun again." He studied her carefully, "are you ready to tell me where the book is?"

"It's just a book, I don't really understand it and I have no idea why you want it so badly, but I do know that I'd rather be out breathing that fresh air and feeling the sunshine before I hand it over to you. Just in case." Sarah studied him just as carefully as he was studying her.

"Just in case, eh?" He narrowed his eyes and gave her a dangerous smirk, "where's the book?"

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Dean and Sam looked through what they could in the office. Everything in the office was personal business; mortgage, utilities, and other bills or paperwork. Sam found nothing on the bookshelves that would be out of the ordinary.

Frustrated, they went near the door and listed. There were voices in the other room nearby. Dean cracked the door slightly and looked out. They were in a very small area that opened up into the living room. Directly across from him was the door that led into the garage and to the left was the laundry area. Looking to the right, he could see some of the living room. Mr. Blake was pacing, Special Agent Ayotte was standing near the front door, and someone else was sitting on the couch with a laptop opened in front of him.

Hugging the wall as much as he could, Dean tried to look farter to the left. He could barely make out a long hallway that ended in other rooms. "Damn," he whispered lightly as he closed the door. "We need to go back out the window to the other end of the house. There's no way to sneak by them from here." Sam nodded and they headed back out the window. Luckily by now, the dog next door was quiet.

As they moved along the wall of the house, they came to the back porch area where double doors led into the dining room area. Sam looked through the door, but couldn't see anyone. The dining room was separated by a wall and slatted wooden door. Sam glanced back at Dean and nodded, then moved quickly to the other end of the house where there was another window. This window was locked. Glancing around the side of the house, Dean could see a small window higher up that looked open. Moving over to it and jumping up a little so he could see clearly inside, he made out the bathroom.

"Sam!" He whispered and then gestured for Sam to come over when he poked his head around the corner. Sam moved up and glanced into the window. The glass was open, so they only needed to move the screen out of the way. It was a small window, but not so small that they couldn't get through it. Making short work of the screened piece, Dean helped Sam go through. Waiting a moment more, Sam finally said, "I can get to the other room, go to that window."

Dean quickly moved back around to the window just as Sam raised it so he could enter. Sliding into the room they took a quick look around. The dresser and closet were empty except for bed linen and blankets. "This must be a spare room," Dean whispered as they moved to open the door. To the right was the bathroom where they had come in, to the left was the hallway that led to the main part of the house, and directly across from them was another door. Sam glanced down the hallway to make sure no one could see and then began moving to the other door when something caught his eye. It was a scratch on the wall.

"What?" Dean whispered impatiently as Sam stopped in the middle of the hallway and blocked the path to the door. "Nothing, just ... the picture is straight, but there's a scratch near the corner." Sam shrugged and just slowly opened the door in front of him. Dean looked at the scratch, then walked into the next room whispering, "maybe during the … you know … fight, it was moved or knocked off." He cringed after saying it, realizing that under normal circumstances it wouldn't be a big deal, but this time was definitely different. "We'll look at it if we don't find anything in here." Sam just glanced at him and Dean silently cursed as he moved to the closet.

Sam started with the dresser. While Dean would have normally made underwear comments, he refrained. He knew this was going to be tough enough on Sam. Dean moved the clothes to the sides so he could look at the floor, ceiling, and walls of the closet. He then checked any pockets that may exist on her outfits. Nothing was there so he began looking through the various items on the upper shelves. But found nothing again.

Sam went through each drawer slowly. He carefully moved the clothes so that they wouldn't appear disturbed and because he didn't want to ruffle them. He could smell her perfume and his heart ached to see her. But nothing was found in the dresser. Finally her turned around and looked under the bed. Pulling out some boxes, he found shoes and photos. As he stood up he noticed that the bed was perfectly made except for a section that was pulled out a little. He didn't think anything of it as he stood and turned to Dean, "I'm not finding anything man. What about you?" Dean turned around from the closet, "nothing here either."

Glancing back down, Sam decided to look, so he reached down and pulled up the mattress. Tucked there was a spiral notebook, which he grabbed before letting the mattress back down. There was no writing on the cover and even though the thought that this might be private ran through his head, it didn't deter him from opening the cover and looking. There were several separate pages lying inside copied from a book and she had written some things in the spiral notebook itself. Sam sat down on the bed and started looking at the copies, "hey Dean, come look at these," he whispered.

Dean moved over and looked at the pages Sam was studying. "They're in Latin and from what I can tell they appear to be summoning spells for some pretty mean creatures," Sam whispered as he gave Dean a worried look. "But they don't completely make sense, at least not what I've got here." He glanced in the spiral notebook, "but she did write the name of a few places and a person in this book." He passed the notebook to Dean. Looking at the information, he glances at Sam, "well, it's a start. Let's get going."