Jake had the officer gripped around the shirt front. Teeth on edge and near snarl on his features, he hissed out his words, the girls telling him to stop. "I've given you the information. I don't give a shit whether your captain doesn't want to go look since he hasn't left his residence. I have proof he's been at a club where he kidnapped my friend!" The officer had his hand on Jake's, "And if you don't let go of me, sir, you're not going to walk out of this department in anything but cuffs! You're mistaken; Nathanial Morris hasn't left his residence." Jake shook his head, letting go to brandish the phone with a picture on it. "And how do I know that you haven't altered the photo. I've got sixteen reports of Morris kidnapping kids all over the city and half of them have just been runaways! Now if you'll excuse me I have to talk to actual criminals who have actually committed a crime!"

Jake nearly went to hit him but Jane wrapped her arm around him, pulling him away. "Enough! We're not getting through to him!" She dragged him out of the lobby where he was nearly falling into despair again. "Every moment we waste- Dirk is with that- that monster! You've seen what he went to trial for- Dirk is- alone without his medication and- and-!" He wasn't realizing that he was hyperventilating until now and Roxy caught him before he completely fell down. "Slow down. We're not done yet." Jane whispered, rubbing his back gently, trying to offer a bit of comfort. "We can go to the FBI and explain what's going on… they can force the police into action." Jake swallowed, head in his hands, "If that doesn't work I'm going in myself- damn the consequences, Jane! Dirk is there because of me!" Roxy shook her head, "No he's not." She whispered, "We all had something to do with it. I had the idea, you made him walk away, and Jane had him agree with me… he walked away. We're all at fault. And it's going to take all of us to stir up enough trouble that the FBI and the police can't ignore us. We can't go in there swinging." She sat beside Jake in the lobby, frowning at her purple nails. "This isn't the game anymore… but it's a game to that bastard. The way he looked at me like I was a piece of meat…" She shook her head, "It's not the game but in his mind it is. It's a chess game and we're going to lose Dirk if we don't do something soon."

Jane frowned before looking up at the two of them, "I think I have an idea." She whispered, "I don't like it… but… it's a possible way to get Dirk back." Jake immediately looked up, "What is it?" The woman bit her lip before looking at Roxy. "We're going to have to bait the shark."

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He had been crying for hours, Jenna holding him to her chest. Dirk didn't mean to- he tried to stop but the tears just kept coming. She had found a blanket that he could wrap himself in, the blood on the floor from the… he couldn't even think of the word. It made it too real. He was bloody and beaten. Nathanial had pulled all the stops, even taking his belt to him until his skin was bloody and raw. Dirk was in so much pain that he needed a release- anything. Anything to stop the pain in his chest- whether it be tears or soft moans of pain. He felt broken, used and thrown away. Dirk had only been with Jake before and that had never ever been like that. His entire- especially his genitals and arse- body burnt painfully. He hiccupped as Jenna brushed his blond hair back; pieces were missing because of how hard Nathanial had pulled on it. She rocked him back and forth gently, not saying it was going to be alright because she already knew what he was feeling- and that it was certainly never going to be alright… She was doing what Bobby had done for her. It was a horrible cycle, but at least he could have a moment to himself. Jenna knew that no one would give that to him here… and if she could give him a few moments to grieve for himself then she would do it time and time again. Her mother had once told her that she was far too giving, and she had answered that without someone giving, no one would ever get anywhere.

She found herself crying too, helping him expel the tears from his system as much as hers. Jenna brought her hand over his eyes now they would be shielded from the light above them. He sobbed openly, shaking from head to toe knowing he would regret this show of emotion later- for finally breaking down after beating after beating. Jenna would just gently whisper to stay with her, like his own mental standing was slipping away- which it very well could. In the room where there was only the smell of death, blood and despair that a hundred people before them had let lose- there was very little hope to have. He eventually, hours later, dissolved into shutters and gasps. Reaching blindly for his clothing that Jenna picked up and scooted toward his hand now he could grab it himself. He pulled on the shirt and the pants that were now both edged with blood from the tiny pool of it. Jenna rubbed the space on his back that wasn't too wounded. Jenna offered small comforts that kept Dirk sane. "It's good to get it out of your system." She whispered, "It hurts too much to keep it pent up inside like that." Dirk swallowed shaking his head, "I… I don't want to talk about it." Jenna nodded, "Okay…" She whispered taking his hand in hers. "I want to show you something. It's important, I promise." Dirk looked at her, red rimmed eyes blurring his vision more than it already was. He followed her, wincing with every step with a significant limp in his step as she took him across the room. Jenna pushed aside the wool blanketing they never used. There were scratch marks in the wall and Dirk swallowed, soon realizing they were names.

She took out a shard of glass from her shirt and pointed at the bottom. There were a good hundred on the wall. All different writings, all different names. Just names. He could see Bobby's at the bottom… right above Jenna's. "It's a record." She whispered, "Everyone he has ever kept here." Jenna bit her lip, "I know this is probably the last thing you want to see… but... it's proof. They'll have a record of everyone who survived here." Dirk saw those at the beginning just had their own nails to carve their name into the wall. His hand went over a few of them, feeling the ridged marks underneath his sensitive fingertips. Jenna held up the glass shard to him, "It's not some sort of rite of passage… it's just a record." She whispered to him, "Just in case someone makes it… they get to take all of our names with them. It won't be just them escaping." Dirk looked at the shard in her hand before taking it. Seeing that there were layers of dried blood on the piece before he knelled almost to the very bottom. He hissed at the movement, settling down on his knees. He carved his own name into the wall without a word. It cut him, like every person before him, to carve his name to the floor. It shouldn't have, but it meant more than him just being here. It meant that he had been alive at one point to carve his name. It… in some weird way brought him back from his breaking point again. "And the world ends with a glass shard and a prayer." He murmured and Jenna nodded, "Someone once told me that god worked in mysterious ways…" She smiled a little, "I told them that I guessed we took after him then." Dirk looked up at her from where he was on the floor, "You know what's going to happen to us, right?" Jenna paused before nodding, "I know." The blond didn't leave her gaze, "Are you scared?" She settled down beside him, "Not as much as I was before… I haven't accepted it… but at the same time… I know it's unavoidable. I just hope that one day there is someone that will break out of here. And show that bastard that it just takes one of us to break down his castle."