"This cannot be happening. This is over my head but underneath my feet. Because by tomorrow morning I'll have this thing beat and everything will be back to the way that it was. I wish that it was just that easy." –From 'Somewhere in Between' by Lifehouse
Monica's whole body hurt. She felt foggy and vaguely remembered some kind of drug. Her eyelids were heavy and refused to open, so she stretched out the rest of her senses to get her bearings. She was laying on a cold, damp, cement floor against a wall that felt about the same. Something hard and tight was enclosed around her wrist, and her clothes smelt damp and musty. Somewhere nearby water was dripping. The inside of her mouth tasted and felt like a dirty sock and her throat was tight and dry.
She finally forced her eyes to open. They felt sticky and sluggish. She was alone in a dim room (lit only by a small barred window near the ceiling.) She maneuvered into a sitting position, pulled her knees to her chest and waited.
Six hours after entering the room, Doggett, Mulder, and Scully crawled out of the forest tunnel and slipped through the woods to the front of the house. The van was gone. With guns drawn, they entered the front door. The house had been turned upside down, not a single piece of furniture left standing. Monica and her captors were nowhere to be found.
"Now what," Doggett asked, exasperated.
They had searched the entire house, ending in the attic. They knew that she wasn't there at first glance, but after looking around anyway something caught Scully's eye.
"Look!" she exclaimed. She held up a scrap of white fabric stained a rusty color red. Bile rose in her throat when she realized it was part of Monica's shirt colored with blood. Lying next to it was a note:
It's not her we want.
It was written on the back of a business card, advertising a small unemployment agency called 'The London Workforce Connection: Jay Jenkins Employment Agency.'
Monica's whole body hurt. She felt foggy and vaguely remembered some kind of drug. Her eyelids were heavy and refused to open, so she stretched out the rest of her senses to get her bearings. She was laying on a cold, damp, cement floor against a wall that felt about the same. Something hard and tight was enclosed around her wrist, and her clothes smelt damp and musty. Somewhere nearby water was dripping. The inside of her mouth tasted and felt like a dirty sock and her throat was tight and dry.
She finally forced her eyes to open. They felt sticky and sluggish. She was alone in a dim room (lit only by a small barred window near the ceiling.) She maneuvered into a sitting position, pulled her knees to her chest and waited.
Six hours after entering the room, Doggett, Mulder, and Scully crawled out of the forest tunnel and slipped through the woods to the front of the house. The van was gone. With guns drawn, they entered the front door. The house had been turned upside down, not a single piece of furniture left standing. Monica and her captors were nowhere to be found.
"Now what," Doggett asked, exasperated.
They had searched the entire house, ending in the attic. They knew that she wasn't there at first glance, but after looking around anyway something caught Scully's eye.
"Look!" she exclaimed. She held up a scrap of white fabric stained a rusty color red. Bile rose in her throat when she realized it was part of Monica's shirt colored with blood. Lying next to it was a note:
It's not her we want.
It was written on the back of a business card, advertising a small unemployment agency called 'The London Workforce Connection: Jay Jenkins Employment Agency.'