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A/N: Since I write these chapters on the fly, even i am in anticipation of the truth that will come to be unveiled in upcoming chapters, in the meantime enjoy the intensity that is this chapter.

John and I rode the elevator all the way to that one floor. With each ding that the elevator made in the quietness, I realized just how much more it truly unnerved me. As I looked over at John though, I could tell he didn't seem phased much in the slightest. In fact, he seemed quite pleased with himself. It showed in his eyes. Finally the last bell dinged and the door opened.

"Okay then." I said, more to myself.

"Come on, no reason to stand about in the lift." John stated and walked out ahead of me. He certainly was a braver man than I. Yet I found myself picking up my feet and following anyway. The moment the elevator doors closed, however, I looked back at them on instinct. My heart longed for the doors to have just stayed open.

As I followed, there was again a strange whirring sound that I could just not place. This time though I at least knew it was coming from ahead of me. My guess was it was that one device he had from downstairs, but I couldn't exactly be certain on that.

We moved slowly down the hall, passing most of the doors. John was not interested in any that didn't seem to give him the results he wanted. Eventually though, we came to the same room I had come twice before. John seemed quite intrigued by this set of doors. But of course he would, it's where all the activity had been taking place.

I watched as he pressed a hand against the door and closed his eyes. If I hadn't known any better I would have said he was Vulcaning that door up with mind tricks. I didn't get a chance to find out though, if that was what he was really doing. He then looked at me a raised brow and gave a mischievous smile.

"Wanna go inside?" he asked like a kid at a candy store. I gave him an exasperated stare. "I'll take that as a yes then."

Before I could give a smart ass retort, however, he drew out something again and as he kept it slightly concealed, used it on the door, which surprisingly had been locked. It wouldn't have surprised me as much if things hadn't been strange, but because they had, it weirded me out that the door was. No one seemed to come up on this floor unless needed. As I watched though, I noticed that same whirring sound came from the object in John's hand. So it wasn't the other device. I couldn't quite tell what it was that he was holding, but something in my gut deep down inside was telling me I actually did know, but just didn't want to admit I did.

Just to stab my thought process across further he gave me a "what?" sort of look before opening the door and walked inside. I carefully followed after him. My eyes darted every which way just to be sure we both were alone.

"Well that's disappointing." John stated with a pout.

"What is?" I asked quietly.

"There's nothing in here." he stated, his accent rolling off his lips like butter. "I mean, aside from what's supposed to be here that is."

"That can't be right. I swear I know there had to have been something!" I protested, worrying that what I'd know might have been false.

"Don't worry I do believe you." he stated as he began to examine the room. "It's just. If there was any sort of technology here to imply such, then where is it?"

Carefully I eyed the room, making my way around the large conference table that was in the middle of it. My guess was we were looking for something that was probably straight out of star trek, a transporter station or something of that sort. Yet as John had stated there wasn't anything. It then occurred to me, maybe there wasn't anything there because they didn't need a relay to get to wherever it was and back.

"Perhaps they don't need anything here?" I question.

"That is very possible. Especially if their transport technology is wearable." he stated. "But that still doesn't explain my readings…"

I gave a confused look myself. Whoever these beings were, they were smart as hell. It just seemed strange to think that there were aliens, here, on my world. That in and of itself was huge. It then dawned on me, almost like a huge ton of bricks. Not because it was obvious, because it wasn't, but I actually started to think outside the box about this. What if the tower was not real at all or at least maybe it was a part of whatever real structure these beings had?

"What if…" I gave a thoughtful stare. "What if, now this is gonna sound crazy, but what if this place, Cazrin Co. Tower, isn't real?"

John looked at me like I just smacked him with the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy book and then smiled as if impressed by my revelation.

"Now that…would be possible!" he exclaimed and then ran up to the walls, examining them with his little whirring device. "Ah, yesssss. Stupid me, I was going about this all the wrong way!"

He then came over and kissed me on the cheek, making my face flush and instinctively making me put a hand to the spot he had kissed. Beaming he said, "Brilliant, you are absolutely brilliant!"

"Thanks…I think?" I stated trying to hide the redness I had started to have form.

"Filters of course, why I didn't think of that right away. Geez I must be getting slow at this." John mused to himself. "Anyway, right, we need to find out how to get to wherever the teleport goes to though, because I mean, its clever and all to have perception filters to block out what's really here, but this level of filtering….it would eat up a lot of energy. And I mean a lot. No, no, this is more likely something similar to a cage or a trap, a really big trap. Hmmm…"

"Why a business like Cazrin Co though?" I asked.

"Why not?" he mused back. "What is Cazrin Co again?"

"Multimedia, the company does a lot of different things. Has fingers in a lot of pots. Mostly in the media department, but yeah. They got an edge on everything from tv to music and games. Sort of a fortune five hundred so to say I guess. But I might be blowing those facts out my butt and could be wrong. At least about the last part anyway." I stated, I was still feeling uncomfortable in there even though there wasn't anyone.

"Ah yes," he said more to himself than to me. "Media is a strong way to reach people, and for plenty of different and some not so pleasant reasons. Oh how it makes me think of some other encounters I once dealt with…but never mind the past. We need to figure out what we are going to do now. Because obviously whatever is going on, it must be stopped."

I couldn't think of a good answer to be honest. I was completely baffled as to how we'd get anywhere that was beyond the tower, except back out into the Seattle open air. I watched as John made his way around the table itself, for some reason interested in its top. There didn't seem to be anything grand about the way the wood looked, it had no design, but John was highly interested in it none the less. As he made his observations my eyes drifted to the doors of the room once again, my whole being yearning to run again since we weren't finding anything up there.

"Ah hah!" he called out triumphantly, which made me jump.

"What?!" I nearly squeaked.

"Just as I thought," he stated as I looked over and saw a screen flip out open onto the desk that wasn't there before. "Touch sensitive locks that are engrained into the wood. You have to know the language of a tree in order to understand. Ooo, that's clever. They really went all out on this. They were making sure no one could catch on. But alas not everyone is me."

"Ego much?" I nervously snorted.

"Eh." he stated not really saying one way or the other.

"So…?" I urged.

"So," he said with a smile and then began typing. "We can now get the location."

"But then what, it's not like we can teleport. Like said before they probably use self teleport devices." I advised.

"Yes, but we don't have to." he stated sure of himself. "All we need is the coordinates, and then we get there my way."

"And what way is that?" I asked.

"You'll see." he looked up a smirk still on his face.

"Your just loving this aren't you." I said with a small chuckle as I shook my head. It was so hard not to smile around him even in this scary dark gloomy place. Especially when the jerk was smiling himself like a goofy dork.

"Yep." John said and went back to work.

"Well unless you got a car that has a huge booster rocket hidden under its hood, I doubt we are going to fly to outer space any time soon." I stated. "I mean I can see you're quite a genius man, but I highly doubt your Doc from Back to the Future."

Before he answered he pointed his strange device at the screen, this time I could tell the tip was lit at one end as he pointed it and then gave me an amused gaze, "You're funny, real cute. Although you really have no idea. In any case, I got the signal and location."

"Great, now we should-" I started, but was then cut off.

"Shh, hang on." John paused for a moment to listen. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" I said more quietly.

"Exactly." he stated holding up a hand as he came over to me and got pretty close. I was still confused because I couldn't hear anything.

"I don't hear anything." I stated, but then after a few seconds of nothing, I began to hear skittering sounds.

"That…doesn't sound good." John stated more worried now than before. "I have a very bad feeling we are going to have company soon."

"So, what do we do then?" I stated wearily.

"I'm thinking…" he stated as he watched the direction of where the sounds were going. They were merging in on the room we were in. "Well seeing as there aren't many other options and I'm sure jumping out the window ain't one of them, plus the attention is probably because I retrieved out the location of the ship, I'm suggesting the best course of action to be…..RUN!"

The next thing I knew I was begin taken by the hand and the two of us went bolting out of that room as fast as we could go. I only took a moment to look behind me as the air vents of that supposed room had been dropped to the floor, leaving one of those nasty, scary, nightmarish beings to come down out of the vent in its true form. It made me go pale in the face so fast I didn't quite almost registered that I had been pushed roughly forward into the elevator by John who had whirled around himself once he was inside to face the open door long enough to give the alien on the outside a confident smirk before the doors closed on the both of us.

"See, not a problem." he stated after a few moments, but almost like magic the elevator stopped somewhere on one of the floors below just before the first floor. Deep inside I had already knew it wouldn't be as easy as just taking the elevator down and escaping. No, it was going to take a bit more than that.

"You were saying." I breathed.

"Well, that was rude." John pouted.

"Yeah well I'm sure they didn't exactly find you snooping in their computer any less rude." I stated.

"True, you got a point." he said as he tried to work a way to pry the door open. "Wanna help me out here and get the door open. No sense standing around like sitting ducks until they get here. We'll be of no good to your friends if we get caught."

I went and helped him get the door open. It was hard, but eventually we were able to pry it partially open, just enough for us to slip out onto the floor that the purposefully got us stuck on. The floor was dark, that was no big surprise, but it made me stay very close to John. Mostly for my own sanity.

"Okay, how well do you know your way out of here?" he asked.

"Um…pretty well." I stated. "Sort of."

"Well that's better than nothing." he assured. "You're going to have to lead the way. I'll be right behind you."

"Thanks, thanks a lot." I scoffed, but got right in front of him. Luckily he put a hand on my shoulder, which somehow helped me keep my cool as we tried to quietly walk down the hall. Not only too keep our presence from being known that we had escaped the elevator but also so we could hear them coming if they were on the move. John then urged me to go into a closet all of a sudden.

I did as he gestured, but I felt like this was no time to play games in a confined space. The janitor's closet for that floor was cramped and we were pretty much nose to nose in its tight space. John put a hand on my mouth and held up a finger to his lips with the other to make sure I stayed quiet. It didn't take very long after that, that a couple of those things passed us. Either they were really stupid and hadn't realized we'd be clever enough to climb into a closet with each other, or they were playing us, and were letting us narrowly escape just so they could come after us afterwards. I liked the first option better because it meant they were flawed.

For a few more long moments we stood there face to face, his body against mine. If it was a totally different set of circumstances I'd have found the situation very intimate no doubt. However, being crammed in there over a very scary, very potentially dangerous reason, killed that more cozy thought faster than light speed. Yet it was quite nice to still gaze into those eyes of his at such a close range. It was the only thing in the din of the closet keeping me from completely losing my shit on this whole situation.

Eventually John gave me a nod, and the two of us made our way out of that stuffy closet and looked around, down both directions of the corridor we were in before going the way I knew to the stairwell. It was still going to be a good few floors down before we reached the first floor. It made it even harder with the fact that we were being hunted down. Before we could get to the stair door though, they had finally caught on to what we were up to.

"Go, go, go, go, go!" John urged, pushing at my back, forcing me to pick up my pace. He didn't even give me an opportunity to look back as we ran again. I don't know what he had been doing right behind me, but whatever it was, it had kept them at bay from reaching us. By the time I reached the door I wretched it open and passed through without check first. Luckily there wasn't anyone in there except us, but that I know wouldn't last long. The moment John was through the door, he closed it quickly and somehow managed to dead lock it from being able to open again.

"That outta hold 'em for a lil' bit." he stated with a flourish, his accent a bit thicker now than before, probably due to stress. "Let's go."

"Can't argue with that." I stated and the both of us raced down the stairs. By the time we reached three or four floors down though, they ended up breaking through into the stairwell. This forced us to move faster. However, we weren't fast enough, and some of them had managed to get down a floor a head of us. John and I had become blocked at both ends.

"Damn." he cursed to himself and tried to put himself between me and the other beings.

"There is nowhere to go, nowhere to hide." a female voice stated, an almost hissing like undertone hidden inside it. "We've got you and that girl surrounded."

"Yes well, it seems you have." John stated. "Good show. Congrats, it's not every day someone gets to catch me. Oh wait, yes it is. Which means, if you're smart you'll know what you should actually be doing right now."

"Your empty threats don't scare us." the female spoke. "We do know you. Though I doubt your little friend does. It'll be a shame…she'll die not knowing the truth."

"Who says? You have no idea what she knows. Not that I'd tell you either way." John said.

"Be that as it may," the female waved off. "Neither of you are getting out of here free."

"Is that so?" he said with a smirk. I could tell he had a plan up his sleeve. "Well I hope you don't mind if I make a little noise then?"

"What?" the female stated in confusion. She had looked like the rest and I couldn't find myself looking at her one bit as we stood there. However, I did look over at John when he actually put my hand laced his. He looked at me in turn with an almost knowing look and then looked at the alarm in the corner of the stairwell and pointed his little device at it, which made it go off very loudly. In fact it shorted every one of the alarms in this supposed building to go off. Crazy enough, the stunt worked, and it made the creatures cringe and hold their heads, which gave us the opportunity to bolt past them down the stairs. I felt only a slight breeze at my back as one tried to reach for me before it was forced to cover its ears again.

"Get them!" the female shouted with a buzzing hiss in its true form.

Luckily for us we were able to stay way ahead of them as we got down to the first floor. We skittered into the lobby and didn't stop there. The wide glass doors never looked more inviting. Before we could get to them though, I saw one of them break into shattered shards. Apparently John had already known the door itself would be locked and unable to escape. One at a time, me in the front of course, darted through the open doorway and didn't quite stop until we reached the curbside.

The moment we got there, we both turn around to see that the door had rebuilt itself shard by shard. So it wasn't real after all. A part of me was worried they'd come after us even though we were outside near the building. It made me give John a weary look.

"Don't worry." he tried to assure. "I don't think they'll follow. Not out here. At least not like how they were in there. They'd have to change faces to fit in. Still, we should get out of here anyway. Regroup ya know."

"Yeah." I nodded half shocked I made it out alive and half terrified I did get chased in the first place. We had a chance now though, which was something.

Quickly we walked away from the Tower as fast as we could. The farther we were, the more sure both of us were that we wouldn't be followed. By this point though, I was dog tired. I did, however, get us another cab before I couldn't seem to function anymore. I had given John's "hotel" he told me about for us both to go back to since I didn't know where else we'd go. He didn't think it was best for us to go back to my place. Sadly I couldn't argue.

The moment we were in the cab I immediately passed out for the duration of the car ride, obviously not caring that I had taken advantage of using John as pillow. Eventually though we made it to the address John had given and we got out of the cab, me more groggily than him. Taking me inside the hotel, he maneuvered me to a cozy chair where I vaguely watched John from as he went up to the check in desk. I couldn't tell what he had even said to them, but in no time though, we were headed upstairs into the hotel to a room.

Clearly he was still nervous and worried himself, more notably now that he believed I was only still semi-conscious to take notice. Carefully he guided me to the bed in the room. It was a nice little room at that, but sadly it had only one bed in there.

"Where are you going to sleep?" I mumbled.

"Don't worry about it." he stated lightly smiled. "You're the one who really needs sleep right now. I'll take my turn in a couple hours."

Somehow I didn't believe a word he said about that, but alas I was too tired to argue. What sucked was I didn't have any night clothes to technically sleep in. This revelation drew me to being a bit more awake.

"I um, have nothing to quite sleep in so…" I stated, embarrassment hitting my cheeks.

"Oh! I get it. Right. I'll just…go in here and you can get as comfortable as you need." John stated with a nod.

I waited for him to move out of the room and then began remove parts of the clothing that I knew would be uncomfortable while sleeping. I had remembered that original fiasco where I had been out a week or so, that was not going to happen again, at least while I was conscious enough to deal with it. The moment I was done I called out so he knew he could come back into the room.

I kind of felt like John would have rather been elsewhere at that moment though, somewhere more important, but at the same time it seemed like he cared more right now whether I'd be conscious enough to continue on than the bigger picture. Whether he knew it or not, that was what made most if not all of the difference of me trusting him.

In the meantime, while I waited, I turned back the covers of the bed and began to snuggle underneath the soft sheets after clambering into it.

As I got comfy there he was, standing right next to the bed looking down at me, a caring gaze crossing his face. I gave him a small smile to try and reassure him myself that things were fine, that they would be. After all he got me out of that terrible place. If I could survive that, I think I could survive just about anything, so long as he was there of course. I wasn't so certain if It had been just me only. In any case his presence there began to make me drowsy again.

"Get some sleep alright, I'll be keeping watch until you wake. Now before you can even think of protesting, you need the sleep. The whole situation can wait. We got time…and space to work with. So don't worry. We'll get your friends back. I promise." he stated, one of his hands grazing my cheek after he helped pull up the blanket to tuck me in just a bit snugger, since it seemed he didn't think my attempt was adequate enough.

"Mkay…promise." I mumbled and leaned into his hand out of comfort. It wasn't long after that though, that I had passed out again, the dark blackness of sleep land overtaking me. This time into a much deeper sleep, but at least I knew I had a guardian angel to watch over me as I slumbered.