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"Give him a message for me"

"Loker, are you sure? I mean is she sure – really sure"

"Oh she's sure boss, and when Abby is sure – she's very,very sure"

"Right I'll get on to Reynolds and we'll meet you at the office asap. Once we pick up the evidence we can nail the bastard"

Loker turned to Abby and grinned, "Lightman and Reynolds are on their way over to pick up your evidence"

"Cool. So, if this works out ok then I'll still have a couple of days free on my holiday. Wanna show me some local sites Eli?"

"I'd be delighted Abby, actually there's a band playing at a place I know tonight that I think you might like – last time I saw them the lead singer ended up in a coffin with spikes being stuck through him and gallons of fake blood covering the stage"

"That is so awesome! I think I may have seen them once before but that time they ended up by bludgeoning the drummer to death with large spiked drumsticks. You know what Eli, I think you are getting a lot closer to my special tattoos sooner than you think! That band really turns me on"

xXx

"So anyway, the FBI decided it would be safer to take him quietly form his own home rather than storm his offices. It's – what- nearly 9pm now and he's not back yet, but soon hopefully. I got to stay luv, there's no way I can miss out on seeing radar having the cuffs slapped on"

Gill laughed "And I wouldn't expect you to Cal, if there's any way you could covertly tape it for me…."

"See wot I can do for you..see you later darlin"

Gill was still smiling as she put the phone back on the table and settled back into the couch to continue watching the film she had started earlier.

It was comfortably peaceful, Emily had gone to a friends for a few hours so she was making the most of her solitude.

It had been a long few days and gradually, snuggled under a soft blanket, she fell asleep.

xXx

She woke with a start. A noise – somewhere. Had Emily come home already? Why hadn't she woken her, what was the time anyway?

Gill started to turn her head to catch sight of the large wall when a heavy masculine hand clamped over her mouth.

She immediately started to struggle, she had to get away – but then she felt the coldness of the gun barrel against the side of her face.

"That's right Gillian darling, do the sensible thing and stop fighting me. now I am going to take my hand away, and you are going to continue to be a good girl aren't you - no screaming or shouting"

She nodded her acceptance of the terms and her mouth was released.

"Jack – what are you doing?"

"Well your 'boyfriend' and half the FBI are currently sitting outside my house waiting for me to come home, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to have a quiet little chat with you."

"And you have to use a gun to do that?"

"Oh yes! I think I do. So how are you feeling Gillian, I mean you never came back to see me, and then I find that my dear ex mentor has had some very clever computer hacker digging into all my little financial secrets..Not very friendly was it? "

"Jack, you should let me call Cal. We know virtually everything now, the officials that you've had on your payroll, your connections to that…cult that got their hands on me. Your best bet is to give up now…"

"Well of course you would say that wouldn't you….It's a shame, it was a nice little earner that "New Hope" I – of course- targeted the woman for them, helped them with methods of programming…I wanted to let it run for a while first, make sure everything was working and in place before I gave them you."

"You bastard! What did I ever do to you?"

"Oh nothing, initially. In the beginning I wanted revenge on Lightman, and you, my love, were the best route. Once we had you though, …well all those pent up memories of how much I wanted to fuck you re emerged and I got to thinking…I could probably do that now – I was really looking forward to it…then that prick Lightman came and snatched you out of my hands again"

"So what now Jack? Is this what your little visit is all about now- Rape?"

"Errmmm- nice as that thought is- no. I need to get away and I have a private jet waiting for me. I shall escape Dr. Lightman's little army, but I have a message I would like you to pass on for me – stand up Gillian"

Slowly, not taking her eyes off him, she stood up and stared at him.

"Go on,,,,"

The first blow sent her straight back down into the couch, before she could recover from it his knees were pinning her down and the blows started.

Her face, her stomach, her head…again and again. Another sharp pain as she felt herself being dragged off the couch and onto the floor by her hair, then the kicks came.

Gill had no idea how long it was till she blacked out, she had no idea how long she was out before the cold water in her face brought her back to painful reality.

He was standing above her.

"Listen to me Foster..can you hear me?..can you understand me?"

She managed to nod her head.

"Good. Tell Lightman that he will never track me down, but some day, some where, I will be back. I will be coming back for you Gillian, when I have more time to enjoy your company in a slightly more intimate way"

She heard him leave, she could not move her head to confirm it visually.

She needed to get to her phone, she had to ring Cal and get him home, she couldn't let Emily get in first and find her like this – she blacked out again….