Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Pick up." Julianne said, through clenched teeth. Finally, when she was getting impatient, he answered.

"Hello?"

"Matt. Get over here right now. They've got him. They've got Sylar. You and I get to question him. Get over here!" She didn't bother saying goodbye as she hung up. She watched Sylar through the window.

He was extremely tied and bolted down into the chair. Even if he could break free, they would see it coming. And, by then, the guards would have shot him with a tranquilizer first. She impatiently tapped her finger.

Exactly seven minutes later, Matt showed up. It looked like he had just woken up. "You can't be serious. You were sleeping?"

"So." He countered back.

"C'mon. He's in here." She said, walking to the door. She took a deep breath before opening it. Even though they promised her there was no way he could harm her, she still felt scared. Matt followed her in.

I still don't get it. I expected him to look like some weird possessed creep! But, instead, he doesn't look half bad. Handsome. Maybe he even looked like…a sweetheart.

"You can't be serious." Matt said, looking over at her. "Sylar? You think…No way." He gave a small chuckle. "Oh, I can't believe it."

Julianne had positioned herself on the wall, looking at both Matt and Sylar. "You didn't just do it again?! What did I tell you?!" She narrowed her eyes into Matt. "God, Parkman. That's like the fourth time this week!"

Last straw, Parkman.

"Sorry." He said, looking down. She still couldn't get over how cute that looked when he did that. Like a little kid caught with his hand halfway in the cookie jar. He looked up at her again, with a face that read, 'I still can't believe it.' With his eyebrows raised.

Parkman, let's get back to why we came in here. Not to discuss what I think.

"Right." Matt said. He took the chair and pulled it back a couple of feet from the table before sitting down again.

"Why'd you kill them?" Julianne asked.

Matt looked like he was concentrated. "He says I won't get anything out of reading his mind. But he doesn't think it's any mystery why he killed them."

"They had powers. I wanted them. They didn't deserve them." Sylar said, looking straight at Matt. But then he shifted his gaze to Julianne, who locked gazes with him. She felt her skin go to ice. "You're afraid of me." He said to her. A smile just barely showing on his lips.

She drew in a shaky breath. "Why did you want the powers?" She asked him.

Sylar still didn't break their gazes.

"He says that he wanted significance. He wanted power." Matt said.

"What villain doesn't?" Julianne asked.

"He says he'll answer a few more questions before he leaves. For our amusement." Matt informed her.

"Leave? What do you mean 'leave'?" Julianne asked.

Sylar laughed. "You don't really think a few bolts are going to keep me down, do you?" He laughed again. "I'll take his life. His power, too." Sylar said, looking over at Matt. But, he locked gazes with Julianne again. "But I'll spare yours."

"Why her?" Matt asked him, obviously not scared by Sylar's threat.

"Because she knows better. She knows I can escape. She's afraid." Sylar grinned. He looked back at Matt. "Plus, I just like her more than I like you." He said, sarcastically.

Matt. Run. Now.

Matt looked up at her. Julianne's face was pale white; she could feel the color draining from it.

Matt! Please! RUN!

She screamed her thoughts at him. She watched with her silver eyes as he stood up, his chair tumbling backwards. He reached back for his gun and quickly pulled it out.

"What?" Matt demanded Julianne. Julianne watched as he kept his eyes locked on Sylar.

He won't let me…I…Can't…Move.

She struggled but to no avail. His power over her was too strong. He wouldn't let go. And every time she tried to move, a pain shot through her.

Pain…Matt…I'm begging you. Please…Run!

It was a struggle to get her thoughts out.

"I'm going to go ahead and assume she has already told you. Amazing, isn't it? No matter how hard she struggles. And the best part of it is, the energy is quickly draining from her the harder she struggles. I used this often right before I kill someone. But, like I said. I'm not going to kill her." He raised his eyebrows. "Yet. I might if you try to stop me. Unless she kills herself first by trying to send you thoughts and struggling."

"Julianne quit struggling." Matt told her.

"Julianne. What a pretty name." Sylar remarked, smiling evilly. "But you really should listen to him. I can feel your struggles weakening."

It was true. Julianne was losing her strength. She gave one last struggle before allowing her body to go limp, taking in a shaky breath. She could only watch as the guard flew the door open and pull the trigger before Sylar could realize what was happening.

As Julianne felt to the ground, she saw Sylar's body go limp. Matt quickly came over to her and helped her up. She rested her hand on his chest, still looking at Sylar, she said, "We'll question him again in the morning."

She pulled away from him after realizing how he had his arms still around her waist and her hand was rested on his chest. She sniffed and touched her hand to a small trail of blood that ran out from her nose. "Are you serious?" Matt asked her. "He had you locked against the wall and you STILL want to question him?"

"Matt, that makes me want to question him even more." She looked up at him and could see she just confused him. To one of the guards carrying Sylar, she said, "Next time, remember to give him his damn shots!"

"Shots? What shots?" Matt asked her as they made their way out of the room. Julianne felt unsteady and lightheaded, but managed to walk in a somewhat straight line. She grabbed a few tissues off of a random desk and wiped the blood away from her nose.

"He gets one shot every five hours he is here. It makes him not be able to use the part of his brain that has superpowers. The other one is to be given two him fifteen minutes before we question him and lasts about an hour and a half. It completely immobilizes him from the neck down." Julianne informed him, continuing down the hall.

He looks like hell.

Julianne glanced back over her shoulder at Matt. "Thanks." He said to her sarcastically.

"Maybe you ought to get a shot." She said to him. "It'll keep you from reading my damn mind." She rolled her eyes. "I swear. The next time you read my thoughts, I'm going to release you."

"Sometimes I can't control it." He told her.

"Well learn." She told him as she turned a corner. She sighed. "We still haven't found anything out that we didn't already know. Well, except, the guards can be very lazy. But, like we didn't know that already."