Inside the apartment Scully was violently awakened by a loud crash coming from the bathroom. She sat up as best she could and tried to see inside. Evan walked out, shards of broken mirror in his hands. He threw them into the bin beside the bed before sitting down on the edge.
"I've got special plans for you today," he spoke softly, touching her face. She pulled away sharply and he laughed. Deftly he undid the ropes binding her to the bed and scooped her up, placing her back in the chair. More tape was ripped and her arms once more secured to the chair. A video camera had been set up on a tripod in front of it. Evan walked round to the front of her and knelt down to do up her jeans. She closed her eyes. Another reminder of what he'd done to her.
"Maybe later we can do that again," he whispered in her ear. A single tear slipped down he face and landed on her t-shirt. He just laughed viciously. Scully dropped her head, refusing to look at him. His answer to that was a sharp slap across the face. He tore the tape from her mouth, making her gasp in pain. This seemed to please him.
"Now, when I turn the camera on, you're going to read from these cards." He held up three large cards with writing on them. "You got that?" She didn't respond. He grabbed her throat and jerked her head so that she was looking into his eyes. "I said have you got that?" She nodded rapidly. "Good."
He kissed her on the lips again. This time Scully felt brave. What had she got to lose? When his lips connected with hers she bit down hard on his bottom lip, causing him to shriek with pain. He tried to pull away but she refused to let go; she simply bit harder. He cried out again, pushing against her. He clamped his hands round her throat and squeezed until she finally let go. He released her instantly, hands flying to his mouth. Blood seeped from his bottom lip. There were some left on Scully's lips too, but she wiped it on her t-shirt.
"You spiteful little bitch!" He pulled his arm back and punched her full force across the cheek. She couldn't help but scream. Evan moved towards her, knife drawn.
"You're going to pay for that missy."
Suddenly a loud crash echoed through the apartment, making both Evan and Scully look toward the door.
Mulder and Skinner were stood there, guns drawn and pointing at Evan. Scully's heart soared at the sight of them.
"Freeze!" Mulder shouted. "Don't move. Put your hands where we can see them."
Evan simply smiled.
"I was beginning to wonder how long it would take you to figure out where I was. I was hoping it would take you a little longer you see, because I wanted a bit more time alone with Agent Scully." He took a step back towards her.
"Don't move!" Skinner shouted. "Drop your weapon and put your hands behind your head."
As Skinner spoke, Mulder looked at Scully. She looked a mess. She'd lost weight, her face was covered in cuts and bruises and her clothes were torn and dirty. There was something about her though, something in her eyes that weren't quite right. Anger boiled inside of him as he wondered what this bastard had done to her.
By this time, Evan was stood beside Scully.
"Let her go Evan," Mulder said, taking a step towards them. Evan immediately grabbed Scully and placed the knife to her throat. She gasped slightly.
"Evan, don't do anything stupid." Skinner stepped forward to join Mulder.
"Neither of you move or I swear I'll slit her throat. Then how would you feel Agent Mulder? Seeing your partner die the way I saw my brother die. I swore to him I'd make you pay for that." He dug the knife in a little deeper and Scully cried out in pain. This was torturing Mulder, but he kept it hidden. He didn't want to give this psycho the satisfaction of seeing him affected.
"Evan enough!" Skinner shouted. "Let Agent Scully go or we will be forced to open fire."
"And risk hitting the lovely Agent Scully? Mulder would never do that," he sneered, placing her in front of him. "Say goodbye to your partner Agent Mulder." He tensed his arm ready to slit her throat. Scully closed her eyes and bit her lip, preparing herself for the inevitable.
A loud shot rang out. Slowly Scully opened her eyes. Mulder was stood there, gun aimed in front of him. Evan lay on the floor beside her chair blood pouring from a wound in his chest. His knife lay next to his hand. For a few seconds no one moved. Then Mulder dashed over to Scully and crouched in front of her.
"You ok?" He lifted her chin so she looked at him. She nodded slowly.
"Just untie me please." She replied in a small voice. Skinner had moved over to Evan. He checked his pulse and then looked at Mulder.
"He's still alive." Mulder paid no attention; he was focused on Scully. He ripped the tape around her legs and arms and was helping her stand up. She just walked away from him and out the door. Skinner pulled out his cell phone and punched in a number.
"We need an ambulance for him, and she needs to be checked out. Go after her."
Mulder left the room and caught up with Scully half way down the corridor. Gently he grabbed her shoulder and span her round to face him. He cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. They were full of pain and fear.
"Are you ok?" She smiled ruefully.
"I've been better." She tried to move away from him but he wouldn't let her.
"Scully what did he do to you?" She froze, closing her eyes against the tears that threatened to fall. She couldn't tell him, telling him meant admitting it had happened. She wanted to forget about it, the nightmare he'd put her through.
"Scully?" She opened her eyes and looked at him. The concern was prominent in his face and eyes. And she couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They spilled from her eyes and ran in rivers down her cheeks, tears of relief, shock and agony. Wordlessly, Mulder pulled her gently to him. She sank into his shoulder and he placed a hand on her head, smoothing her hair as sobs wracked her small body. As she clung to him a small voice in her head scolded her for being weak. She ignored it. She felt safe in his arms, and for a brief moment she could forget about what had happened to her.
She cried until she had no tears left. Slowly Scully pulled away slightly and looked up at him. Mulder smiled slightly and wiped away the remaining tears with his thumb. The sound of a siren outside made him glance behind her.
"Let's take you down so they can check you out." He kept his arm around her as he guided her along the corridor and down the stairs to the waiting paramedics.