Jake has Eddie in his hotel room. Each of her arms is tied to the respective armrests of the chair she is in, and her legs are bound together. Her head is slumped over, her chin is resting on her own shoulder, duct tape covers her mouth, and Jake is sitting across from her, staring intently, waiting for her to wake up.

Moments later, he hears the glorious sound he has been waiting for all morning as Eddie begins to groan and attempts to raise her head as she blinks the haze from her eyes. As she raises her head off her shoulder, she notices the sharp pain in her neck and wonders how long she has been out.

She looks to the left and sees beige walls and dark red curtains. She has no idea where she is and it takes her a second to realize she is tied to the chair she is in and her mouth is covered with something.

She starts to panic when she straightens her head and Jake is peering deep into her eyes, almost as if he is looking through her, and he has the same evil smile on his face.

She can tell they aren't in her apartment. She just hopes they are far enough away to keep Jamie and Gracie safe. Tears are falling from her eyes, and Jake can see the fear in them. He reaches for her, gently wiping her tears away, and as soon as his fingers touch the skin of her cheeks, repulsion is all she feels and she jerks her head away from him.

He just wants to help her, why is she pulling away from him, he wonders, and she sees an emotion in his face that she can't identify. It looks like a mixture of sadness and anger, and she is trembling.

"Calm down before you hyperventilate," he tells her. "I'm just trying to help you, Eddie."

His voice is soft and controlled, but cold, and she can't fight him off bound to the chair this way as he reaches for her again. She isn't sure she has the energy anyway, and part of her wished he would just get it over with. She is so tired.

She closes her eyes tight as his hand comes towards her. She expects him to hit her, and she doesn't want to see his face when he does. When she feels his hand stop at her cheek, his fingers beginning to peel the corner of the tape from her skin, she opens her eyes slowly.

"Promise you won't scream," he asks her.

She nods her head in response. He is not gentle as he rips the tape from her skin and she grimaces at the pain it causes. She gasps a breath when it is over, but still feels a sticky residue from the adhesive on her face, and tastes blood on her lips from losing a layer of skin there with Jake's careless maneuver.

She doesn't scream, she doesn't say anything, and Jake isn't sure if he likes it that way or not. He is delusional and if he is honest with himself, part of him enjoys the torture she endures at his hands. He still loves her though.

Eddie submits to him, she knows she has to give him what he wants, or Jamie and Gracie will never be safe. He sits back down across from her and shakes his head in disappointment.

"Did you really think you could move on without me," he asks.

His voice is sinister, but she maintains her silence as another tear escapes.

"Did you think you could just run away to New York, start a life with a new family?"

His words are harsh as he stands hastily, and Eddie tenses her body in reaction to him and the chair that falls backward at his movement.

"Say something!" He shouts as he takes a step towards her and her entire body flinches.

She tries to convince herself she is prepared for whatever he brings, but she is not going to talk to him about Jamie and Gracie.

"They are not real Eddie, they don't love you like I do."

His voice is gruff and she can't take it anymore.

"You have no idea what real love is, you're a monster!"

She spits back at him, glaring into his eyes. She knows she shouldn't have, but she also knows Jamie's love is more real than anything she has ever felt, and Jake is not going to dismiss that.

Jake turns his head sharply at her, and before she can flinch again, the back of his hand meets the side of her face with more force than she ever remembers. She wails at the contact and begins to sob.

Seconds after he hits her, he is apologizing. He is on his knees in front of her, just like he used to do, begging for her forgiveness, but she won't look him in the eyes.

"Eddie, I love you. Can't you see how much I love you? I know you love me too."

He reaches for her face to make her look at him, but she pulls away, and he growls.

"Come back to L.A. with me, we can start our own family."

He is pleading with her and she finally looks at him.

"You are delusional," she says, maintaining eye contact.

She wants him to hear everything this time and she knows that mentally, she is stronger now that she ever has been before.

"Why would I ever start a family with you?"

Jake wasn't expecting that. He doesn't understand why she has to be so hateful.

"Look at me," she shouts.

He really doesn't understand.

"Look at me, Jake! Look at what you are doing to me. I am tied to a chair. You drugged me! You are insane! I will never go anywhere with you!"

She is still shouting as he stands up.

"I did it for us, Eddie. We belong together, why can't you see that?"

He is still pleading but she can hear the anger in his voice. She doesn't care anymore.

"I hate you, Jake. I hate everything about you!"

That was it. That sent Jake into a fit of rage.

"SHUT UP, YOU BITCH," he screams as he lands another blow across her face. The pain is blinding and this time the force knocks her chair over and her head bounces off the carpet of the hotel room floor.

In true Jake Singer fashion, he is at her side just as soon as the chair falls over, and he is sitting her back upright. Her face is bleeding and starting to swell.

"Look what you are making me do, Eddie. This is all your fault."

She is still trying to recover from the pain of the blow and doesn't look at him.

"If you would just see what I see, you would know we belong together," he says as he walks away from her.

He needs to think. He knew it wasn't going to be easy to get her to leave with him, but he didn't expect it to be this hard. He has to figure out how to get her to go with him before Jamie finds them.

Now that Jamie has a name, he runs 'Jake Singer' through every database they have, including a check on any credit cards he may have used in New York under that name. He figures the guy probably used an alias, but it is worth checking.

The hours are passing quickly, and he needs to find a lead on a location. He is shocked to discover that Jake Singer has, in fact, used a credit card at a hotel in Midtown three weeks ago.

"Oh my God, that is across the street from Eddie's apartment, DAMN IT!" he shouts as he runs out of the station. He is not sure if they are there, but he will waste no time finding out.

Jake is pacing his hotel room again, it is like a nervous tick, but it is the best way for him to think. Eddie remains tied to the chair, her face throbbing, but she doesn't say anything. She just wants this to be over soon, and then he stops in front of her. Finally, she thinks. She is getting annoyed with him.

"You really love them, don't you," he asks her.

She thinks she almost senses sincerity in his tone, but she can't look him the eye. She doesn't lie well, and she knows he will see right through her if she tries to, so she turns her head away from him. He bends down in front of her and reaches for her face to make her look at him.

"If you want to keep them safe, you will leave with me right now."

He knows that threatening them is the only way to get her to go with him. That was it. That was all he needed to say to her. She would do anything to keep them safe.

"Fine," she breathes out slowly, and he reaches for the rope around her ankles, untying that one first. As he moves up to the ropes around her wrists, he is relieved to finally be getting through to her.

She is not really going to leave with him though. She would rather die than go anywhere with him, but she needs him to untie her first for her plan to work.

As soon as she is free, she stands from the chair, and Jake takes a step back. She rotates both her wrists in a slow motion to loosen the tight feeling and rubs the rope burns there.

And then she is lunging towards Jake, shoving him hard against the dresser behind him and she darts across the room, reaching for the lamp on the table. She wants him to attack her. She knows soon enough that rage will consume him again, she just has to fight long enough and he won't be able to stop until he kills her. And she will finally be free.

Jamie calls for backup, but not until he arrives in front of the hotel. He wants his own chance at this guy first. He is running on adrenaline that won't fade until Eddie is safe in his arms, and Jake Singer is dead.

He sprints into the hotel lobby, making his way straight to the guest services desk, shoving a few people out of his way until he gets there, and flashes his badge at the clerk.

"Jake Singer. What room," he yells to the woman behind the counter.

She is flustered by Jamie's urgency and his demand but looks down at her keyboard in front of her.

"NOW!" Jamie shouts.

"312," she stutters as Jamie bolts away.

He doesn't wait for the elevator, he takes the stairs, four at a time. As he gets closer to the third floor, he can hear the commotion and his heart is pounding. He knows Eddie is up there.

Eddie's plan works exactly the way she wants it to. She doesn't have to fight him long before the rage she is anticipating rears its ugly face. Jake grabs her by the hair as she reaches for the lamp, and he flings her across the room. She holds on to the lamp as she falls and as he comes closer, she swings it in his direction.

She is flustered from the hard landing and misses him, and she feels his boot collide with her stomach. She curls into a ball in a defensive reaction to the blows and he grabs her off the floor.

The pain is now in her stomach and her ribs, she knows they are broken, she has felt that before, but she tries to swing at him. He isn't even saying anything anymore, and this is all very familiar to her. She knows it won't be much longer.

He pulls her from the floor and with empty eyes, he stares into hers. He is hoping to see fear in her face, but he isn't sure what he sees. He has one hand tight around her upper arm and grabs the back of her head, smashing her face in the mirror on the wall. That was it. Total darkness. She is done. She doesn't have to fight anymore.

Jake isn't done though. He never lets go of her, but her body goes limp and he throws her across the table. A mess of clutter shatters to the ground with her lifeless body and Jake leans down over her. He has the lamp in his hand, raised above his head.

"It didn't have to be this way, you stupid bitch," he says, and he is so calm.

He thinks she is already dead, but he needs the satisfaction of one more blow.

Jamie busts through the door of Jake's hotel room, the shattering noise is the last thing he hears as he sees Jake Singer on his knees, straddling Eddie's body with the lamp in his hand.

"POLICE, DON'T MOVE," he shouts.

Jake doesn't turn around, and he makes no attempt to stop. Jamie can't tell if Eddie is breathing, and time seems to be dragging. Jake knows it is over but he has to make sure Eddie goes with him. They will die together, and he swings the lamp down towards her head.

Jamie riddles the back of Jake's body with bullets and the lamp falls to the floor as his body crashes onto Eddie's. Officers pour in behind Jamie as he rushes to Eddie, rolling Jake off of her.

"Eddie," he yells as he scoops her into his arms.

He checks for her pulse for the second time in twelve hours, and he says a silent prayer when he finds one.

Tears are gushing down his face as he holds her to him. The ruckus behind him as officers continue to fill in the room does nothing to distract his attention from her as he yells for someone to call an ambulance.

"They're on their way," he hears a voice behind him say, but he never turns around.

"Stay with me, baby. It's going to be ok. He will never hurt you again. You just have to stay with me," he chokes through sobs.

Jamie is being pulled away from Eddie as the medics arrive, and now all he can do is watch as they place her body onto the stretcher. He follows them to the ambulance, he isn't leaving her side this time and he climbs in beside her. He never lets go of her hand, but he is careful to stay out of their way.

A few minutes later, the ambulance reaches the hospital and he is following behind them as they rush inside. Once again, he is denied entry through those swinging double doors and he feels like he is losing everything. He prays he wasn't too late.

He has no idea the damage that has been done or if she will make it through, but he knows he has to call her mother and grandmother now. How the hell is he supposed to deliver that news? He was supposed to protect her, it was his job to keep her safe, and he failed.

If she had just told him the truth about everything, she wouldn't be back there right now. He feels a rush of anger for a moment but he knows that isn't fair. Eddie is fighting for her life and it can't be about him right now. He reaches for his phone and dials Lena's number. He has to muster up the strength to get through that phone call.

It is not long before Jamie is surrounded by his family, officers from his precinct, and a few people from Erin and Eddie's office. He is appreciative of their support, but right now, he just wants to be left alone. He doesn't need a plethora of people telling him everything is going to be okay when they don't have a single clue.

Erin can sense her brother's frustration and kindly encourages everyone to leave and promises to call with any information as soon as it is available. She returns to the seat next to Jamie and offers him a coffee. He declines, he isn't in the mood for anything right now. He just wants to know what is going on with Eddie.

"It's been two hours Erin, why hasn't anyone come out yet," he asks her through tears.

Her heart breaks for him, and she just wants to wrap her little brother in a hug and promise everything is going to be ok, but she doesn't know that it will be, and she won't offer false hope. She simply takes his hand in hers and cries with him.

A doctor finally comes to talk to them, letting them know that they are moving her to the intensive care unit. She suffered severe blunt force trauma to the head, and that is their main concern right now.

She is currently in a medically induced coma to allow her body a chance to heal faster, and until they decide it is time to bring her out of it, they will not know the extent of the damage done, but this is the best chance she has of survival.

Jamie is a strong man, but he does not handle that news well and he walks away from the doctor. Erin is torn on whether to follow her brother or get whatever other information the doctor has. She lets Jamie go for now and finishes the conversation with Eddie's doctor. He tells her they will let them know as soon as they have her in a room in ICU and they can go in and see her.

Erin thanks the doctor and then leaves to find Jamie. She saw him walk out the front door earlier, and she knows he wouldn't go far. She suspects he just needed some fresh air. Her suspicions are confirmed when she sees him sitting on a bench outside the emergency room entrance.

He is slumped over, his elbows resting on his knees again, much like the night before and he is staring at his hands as she approaches him. He looks up at her, and her heart is breaking for him.

"Her blood is all over me," he says quietly as he raises his hands to show his sister.

"How could this happen, Erin? She didn't deserve this. I should have been able to protect her, why didn't she tell me," he says, and his voice is cracking.

Erin doesn't know what to say, and she doesn't think Jamie wants to hear anything anyway. She knows he needs to let this out, and she is there for support.

"We have been together for a year. How did I not pick up on the signs? There were plenty of signs."

He looks back down at his feet as he continues.

"I should have figured it out. I should have protected her. She wouldn't be fighting for her life right now if I had. This is all my fault."

He sniffles a little and Erin hates that he feels guilty.

"Jamie, none of this is your fault. She has a chance because of you," she says, but he is shaking his head, he doesn't agree with her.

"You saved her life tonight, Jamie." Erin is trying hard to make him understand that, but she is failing.

"I should have figured it out sooner," he says again, as he looks up at his sister, tears dripping from his eyes again.

"Jamie, Eddie didn't tell anyone. She had her reasons, whatever they were, but you are certainly not to blame."

He looks away from her again, and down at his bloodstained hands.

"Right now, you need to be strong for her, she needs you now more than she ever has."

They went back inside and were soon advised of Eddie's room in the ICU and taken back to see her. He stood frozen in the doorway of her room, and Erin encouraged him to go to her, but he couldn't move.

His beautiful Eddie, lying lifeless in the hospital bed, hooked up to tubes and monitors, machines breathing for her. The sight made his skin crawl and his heart break even more. Much like the feeling he had when he found her, right after he unloaded his service weapon into the bastard who did this to her.

He wondered again why she had to keep this secret from him. He could have kept her safe from that monster and she wouldn't be lying in this hospital bed, beaten, bruised, broken, and in a coma.

Jamie approached her slowly, the closer he got, the more the cuts and bruises were apparent. Her left eye was swollen nearly shut, an ugly purple hue. There were stitches over her right eyebrow, and her face and arms were covered in lacerations.

What the hell did this monster do to her? He wondered what else she had suffered that he couldn't see. He sat in the chair next to her bed, scooting as close as he could. Eddie's left hand lay flat beside her and he gently covered it with his, careful not to hurt her, but he needed her touch right now.

He slowly wrapped his fingers around hers, and for a moment, he thought he felt her squeeze his hand in response and he began to weep. He had seen things like this before on the job, but never experienced it with someone he cared so deeply about, someone he loved so completely. He felt sick.