Disclaimer: I do not own Saw, or Adam, as unfortunate as that still remains to be.
Author's Note: Italics = past.

Constructive Criticism Encouraged.

Five - I made a mistake.

Konstantine sat at the bar, a shot of whiskey at her fingertips with Adam nowhere to be seen, at least, not yet. Her head was clouded with the liquor, her heart was breaking slowly. If he didn't come after her, then what did that mean for them? Was it over? Surely it couldn't be over. She had put too much time, too much energy into this relationship. She had loved him too much to watch him slip between her fingers like dry sand. She picked up the shot, and downed it in one gulp. She grimaced at the hot flood as it worked its way down her throat. She laid her head on the bar as tears started to form.

"Is Konstant... Konstantine? Baby?"

She lifted her head, and looked up at him. Her eyes brimmed with tears, she managed to croak out, "Adam."

He sat down next to her, "What's wrong? What's going on?"

"Do you love me?" She asked him, feeling vulnerable for the first time since he had come into her life.

"Yeah, of course I love you. Why would you think I didn't?"

She stuck her hand in her coat and pulled out a slip of white paper. He knew what it was; he didn't even need to read the words.

"It doesn't mean anything," He promised, "I never called her."

"Adam, it says 'I Love You'. Women don't say that to men they hardly know!" She replied angrily.

"Konstantine," He urged, "Come back home."

"No."

He huffed, "You want to hear the truth then?"

"That would be a start."

"She's my ex. The one who's apparently still in love with me. Konstantine, I'd never hurt you - not on purpose."

There was a pause, and after she ordered another shot, she turned and stared at him for a good few moments, "Adam, you're the first man I've ever loved. I -" She stopped short and groaned, "I thought I was stronger than this."

The bartender slid her the shot uneasily, and she took it hastily. Another one down the pipe. She sighed again, and wiped away the tears that had fallen. She looked at Adam, and he turned to look up at her. He was playing uneasily with one of her empty shot glasses and she could tell he needed to say something.

"If it's going to hurt me, can you.. just not tell me? I'd rather not know. I'd rather be ignorant. I love you and trust you too much to risk getting hurt this way."

He nodded, "Can we go home now?"

She wiped her eyes again.

"Well, what are you waiting for Konstantine? Open up the damned door," Annabel told her. Konstantine glared at her fellow traveler and pushed open the heavy door. Before Annabel could even enter the room, the door swung shut. It was only then that she realized that someone must be watching her to control when the doors close. She grunted in response as she turned around to see Annabel pounding on the door. Konstantine shrugged and peered into the dark room unknowingly; it wasn't Annabel's test to begin with.

She wanted this to be over. She wanted to see Adam, and she wanted the closure she had never been able to get. Or she wanted to kiss him, to feel his arms around her just once more. Either one, it didn't matter which anymore. As long as he was okay, and as long as she got out of this hell hole alive.

She came to a chair with a man in it. His back was to her, his arms bound. His hair was dark and somewhat shaggy. This wasn't her father, that much she could tell. But, she didn't know who he was yet for sure. It wasn't the porno guy because he had been a blond. She walked in front of him and realized he was already dead. He had died a while ago; she could tell that by the smell alone. There was no tape recorder, so she continued past the faceless man trying not to vomit as she went.

She walked through the stagnant room to an open door that led to another hallway. Konstantine was beginning to wonder if this was all just a sick game. She felt like a rat in a maze searching for cheese that she would never get to because the game was rigged in favor of the scientist. However, that's when the voices greeted her ears.

"It's going to be okay, Adam. I'm here to help you." The female voice floated through her ears. It was somewhat far away from her, that much Konstantine could guess.

"Adam!?" Kons called, unknowingly, "Adam, where are you?"

There was silence then, and she deduced that the voices were a hallucination brought on by blood loss. She pressed on, however, because she knew she had a final test. A test that she would pass because she wanted to see Adam and she wanted them to get on with their lives.