A/N Wow, the longest sabbatical in history! I'm back, though, and I promise I will finish this fic. It is possible, however, that I've lost all of my original readers. If that is the case and you are new, or even if you were reading before, it might be helpful for you to go back and review the first two fics in this series: Never Enough and Left of the Middle, in that order. Just click on my profile!

"You could be right and I'll be real, honesty won't be a pain that you'll have to feel 'cause I don't need your approval to find my worth." – From "Quasimodo" by Lifehouse

"Where are your friends?" the tall man with the moustache was asking here. His flashlight shone brightly in her face.

Monica resisted the urge to pass out once again. Blood ran down her face from a gash near her temple, the reward she'd received for passing out the first time.

"I told you I don't know," she choked. She wasn't sure how long it had been since she'd been caught, but she was horribly thirsty and hungry. To add to that, she as cold, tired, and badly needed to use the bathroom. "We all split up a few days ago," she lied.

"You see, we might almost believe that, if it weren't for this, that is." Another man, this one shorter with glasses, held a chain in front of her with her wedding ring on it. She'd been wearing it when they'd taken her, but now glasses man slipped it over his neck.

"Alright, John and I were living there together. But he went to Spain a few days ago. He won't come back to the safe house; we were going to meet there."

She was sure that they didn't believe her. She internally braced herself for another blow to the head. Glasses man got very close to her face and asked, "And the other two?"

"I don't know!" she whined. "They were staying with us for a week or so, but they took off days ago. They could be anywhere by now." She was crying now, from fear and exhaustion.

"Alright," moustache man said. He reached down and unchained her wrist from the wall.

"Are you letting me go?" she asked, knowing full well that they weren't but deciding to play naïve.

In response, moustache man pulled her to her feet by her shirt collar and crushed her against the wall with his body, breathing hotly in her face.

Monica said the first thing that came to her mind. "I have to go to the bathroom."

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"Alright. We're a three-hour walk from the dock, and the dock was about an hours drive from London," John recalled.

"So what do you suggest? Hitchhike? Walk?" Scully asked. Mulder noticed that she was resting one hand protectively over her lower abdomen.

"X said that if we ever had to leave the safe house that we should send a letter to this address and someone would help us. This house was supposed to be just temporary. Apparently plans for a permanent solution are being made."

John showed them the address written on a piece of paper that he'd never taken from his pocket.

"First things first, we can't stay here anymore. Let's pack up everything, get a letter in the mail, and leave," Mulder said, deciding that he needed to take charge. Scully was pregnant and Dogget had just lost his wife. Obviously Mulder was the only one capable of thinking logically. For once.

A/N Okay. So I have more in my notebook. If I get a few reviews I will post it. Is it worth it?