Keith Mars walked alongside his daughter, her boyfriend, and the nurse who was pushing her wheelchair. Logan and Veronica were jabbering to each other about something, but he wasn't paying any attention to whatever their conversation was about. He was much too busy running through the ridiculously long list of possible suspects in his head. One thing he had noticed, to his relief, was that she didn't seem too psychologically bothered by the ordeal. The last few years of her life had made her resilient…among other things. He wondered if this happening to her now was his fault by letting her do detective work or maybe from him doing it. A lot of enemies are made in his type of work. He knew it was having a large affect on how she was becoming as a person. But it was getting all too clear to him that the older she got, the more abnormal things she went through. She had walls that she shouldn't have and enough emotional baggage to require a u-haul to carry around. Yet when he looked down at her she was smiling and chatting with her boyfriend as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Strangely, that worried him more.

"I still don't understand why I have to sit in a wheelchair. I'm fine!" Logan grinned at his cutely annoyed girlfriend. It had been a long and very uncomfortable night sleeping…or trying to sleep in one of those overnight hospital chairs, but somehow, despite everything he was in a good mood. Out of relief, mostly, he figured.

The nurse rolled her eyes, obviously not experiencing any favorite part of her job by pushing the skinny blond patient around. "It's hospital policy."

"Logan, you did call my professors…right? I had a paper due and a midterm that I missed. I really don't want them to get a chance at killing my grades this early on." Logan nodded.

"What about that woman we helped last year?" Keith asked, his mind turning still.

"Which one?"
"Mrs. Lowery, the one we helped get a new identity to hide form her psychopathic husband. You took pictures of him beating her."

"Isn't she still in prison?"

"No, he got out on parole last week actually."

"What about that dude you got turned in from the welcome wagon?" Logan suggested.

"Nah, he wasn't kidnapper slash possible murderer material. Next?"

They turned around a corner and the nurse wheeled Veronica through a set of staff only doors. "You'll have to wait here." She stated to Logan and Keith.

"But I'm already discharged." The blond stated, more annoyed than confused.

The nurse turned to her father and smiled. "It'll only take a moment." She pushed Veronica through the doors that shut automatically behind her before anyone had time to protest further. She pulled a needle out of her scrub pocket and injected it's continents into Veronica's neck before she could know anything was going on.

Logan and Keith stood waiting for over thirty minutes in front of the door the nurse had taken Veronica through, expecting her to come out any second. But she didn't. Keith went to the nurses' station and asked what was taking so long. They told him they had no idea what he was talking about.

"Veronica was discharged almost an hour ago. We assumed you took her home." The nurse was obviously confused.

Keith didn't waste any time getting back to Logan and running through the doors that nurse had wheeled his daughter through.

"Logan, call 911. They've got her again!"

Logan watched in shocked horror and then quickly snapped out of it to call the police, then followed Mr. Mars through the doors. Unfortunately, they didn't find anything. No one at the hospital had any clue who that apparent fake nurse was nor had they ever seen her before. Mr. Mars stayed around at the hospital, questioning everyone he came across and giving the hospital director a number about the security inefficiency that very well could cost his daughter her life. Logan, on the other hand, decided to go out to the parking lot and ask around to see if anyone had maybe seen the vehicle they were in or whether Veronica was conscious when they came out. If she were she'd have a much better chance at figuring out how to escape on her own again.

When Veronica woke up, quite groggy, she found she was extremely tired and sleepy. She felt like she had been drugged or something…wait…hadn't she already been discharged from the hospital? The hard cement floor felt cold underneath her. This wasn't her apartment…this was a….a basement. The same basement she had been kept in the last time she was kidnapped. Oh great, I'm back where I started. How many times do I have to get kidnapped in one week? I mean once…sure…I am a detective, which incurs certain risks, but this is just ridiculous.

She looked up at the vent she had escaped from last time. It was bolted shut by things that looked like they could only be removed by a ratchet. So that option is out. What next? She was just standing up when a scary thought ran through her mind. Last time one of the men thought I was pretty…he wanted to…oh no! Not again! Already been through that particular trauma once and anyone who tries is going down even if I go with him…stop being so quick to panic, Veronica, both those men were arrested. You got out last time you'll get yourself. But whoever had brought me here this time must be pretty stupid to bring me back to the same place…maybe there is hope yet? She didn't have much more time to think about anything, however, about a quick minute later she heard someone carefully walking down the steep stairs and shortly after saw the nurse that must have drugged and kidnapped her. She was carrying a gun and smiling strangely.

"So are you coming to kill me?" Veronica asked out flatly as she leaned her side up against the cement wall facing the woman.

"No…this is just incase you try to be stupid."

Veronica had no desire to talk to the lady if she was only going to be killed later anyway. "What do you want?"

"Your help…that is, if you want even a chance to live." She sat down on a step and stared into her captive's intrigued expression that adorned her face. "How far along are you?"