Janine had not yet been transferred to her permanent Federal prison; she was still being held at a jail used to house prisoners awaiting proper transfer procedure to work its way through the system. Normally the guards would not have allowed a visitor into the prison at the hour Elliot arrived; only a few minutes remained for visiting time. With his badge and some persuasive talking, however, he was allowed ten minutes in the visitation room. He tried not to show his anxiety when a guard led Janine into the nearly empty room. Only two other people were still present in the visitor's room, making the most of their short time.

Elliot watched her move across the room. She was smaller, less impressive than he remembered, and her lack of make-up made her appear plain.

Janine's eyebrows went up high on her forehead when she saw Elliot. During his imprisonment, he had learned to read her expressions, and he knew she was genuinely surprised to see him there.

"Well, I didn't expect to see you again. So, what's up?" She asked the question blithely, as though he were an old friend she'd had an argument with and hadn't seen in a while. It occurred to Elliot that in her own sick way, Janine might think they had some sort of relationship. The thought of this possibility made him nauseous.

"Sit down."

Janine sat down as Elliot commanded, but took her time doing it. All the while she watched him; at first her eyes were locked on his, but after taking her seat, her gaze lazily grazed over his body. Repulsed, Elliot had to fight the urge to lash out at her. He would have to pretend it didn't bother him, so he consciously maintained his casual posture, listing slightly to one side and keeping his arm resting on the table between them.

"Look, Elliot, I want you to know something. I've had a lot of time to think in here, and I really wanted to tell you how sorry I am. I deeply regret everything that happened, especially to you, and I…"

"Don't." Elliot cut her off. "I know you're not sorry for what you did. The only thing you're sorry about is getting caught."

Janine's quivering, remorseful voice abruptly gave way to a sputtering bray of laughter.

"I don't regret getting caught. I wanted to get caught, remember? Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep a bunch of guys alive and penned up all the time? Not to mention the expense. I just didn't want to go to jail. Thought I had that one figured out." Janine's face went soft in reverie. "I guess I should have gone the extra mile and hired an attorney, but I really thought I had all the bases covered. And, you know, I wanted to look like the poor, innocent girl caught up in circumstances. Oh well, live and learn."

A moment of quiet hung in the air until a guard cleared his throat, tapping his watch at everyone in the room.

"Okay, so you don't want an apology. I give up, then. What do you want? Did you want to see me in here? I put you in a box, so now you want to see me in a box, something like that?" Janine drummed at the table between them impatiently. Elliot leaned forward to emphasize the gravity he wanted to convey.

"I want to ask you a couple of questions. Then I never want to see you or hear from you again."

"Hey, I'm not the one who looked you up. You came here."

"Do you have any remorse at all for what happened to Justin?"

"Justin… Justin…" Janine verbally rolled the name around. "Oh, yeah. He was C." Janine was referring to the alphabetical system she had used to label her victims. Elliot set his jaw in anger.

"His name was Justin. And you killed him."

"Excuse me? He killed himself."

"Yeah, after months of torture and no hope of escape."

Janine smirked slyly.

"It wasn't the lack of hope that drove him to commit suicide. It was the hope you gave him and then never delivered. Even I was never so cruel as to give those guys hope that they'd get out of there alive. So if you're looking to assign blame for Justin's death, you ought to take a good look at yourself."

The old, familiar guilt started rising in Elliot, and a voice in his head berated him that she was right. He knew he had to push through that, though. He was running out of time. Elliot decided to cut to the heart of why he had made this trip.

"I really just want to know one other thing." Elliot took a deep breath. "Why me?"

"Why not you?"

"That's not what I mean." Elliot swallowed hard, fearing the answer to this question. "I mean, was there something about me you saw? Some weakness in me? A defect that drew you to me?"

Janine rubbed the fingers of her right hand together, sensing that she once again held his life in her hands and savoring the moment. Allowing herself a few seconds to enjoy the initial thrill, she sighed and reached across the table to touch his hand, which was lying casually on the tabletop. He swiftly withdrew it out of her reach just as her fingertips approached his. She huffed in irritation, but her anger quickly evaporated into resignation and a strangely benevolent calm.

"There were two reasons I took you." She watched Elliot hold his breath in anticipation of her next words and felt a delightful chill. "See, I only got to watch you and your partner for a few minutes. But in those few minutes, I knew she'd chase down the devil himself to get you back. And that, once she caught the devil, she'd be willing to make a deal to sell her soul if it would get you back alive. I counted on that, because I wanted her to be willing to give me my blanket immunity deal. And I was right about all of that, wasn't I?" Janine allowed herself a smug satisfaction.

"And what was the second reason?" Elliot asked with dread.

Janine's features softened again, and she smiled almost charmingly, knowing she was about to give him a gift.

"The other reason was that it just happened to be your business card I found in the trashcan behind the counter in the store that day."

"That's it?"

Leaning back in her chair, Janine clapped her hands together and then opened them wide, like a Las Vegas dealer demonstrating that she wasn't palming any chips.

"That's it."

Elliot exhaled so forcefully, Janine felt the warmth of his breath from across the table. Caught up in the moment, Janine spoke again.

"I truly did like you, you know. You're a fighter, not like those cowering boys. My only real regret is that our acquaintance was so brief, and I couldn't spend more time with you, getting to know you so much better. If I had it to do over again, I would have taken you first."

Elliot grimaced in disgust and loathing and, finding no other reason to stay in this place for one more second, rose, turned and walked out of the room wordlessly as the sour guard escorted him through the visitors' exit. As Elliot strode towards the outer door, Janine's humming rendition of the Hammerstein song, "Getting to Know You" echoed through the hall, her voice following him even after it was physically impossible to hear her anymore.