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Title: Shattered Soul
Author: Cindy Ryan
Category: Angst, work in progress
Spoilers: All episodes
Summary: When Emily becomes the hostage how far will Matt go to bring her home?

At that point the guard reentered the room. "You're through with the prisoner."

Frank looked at Matt who was about to lose it to the guard and back again. He stepped toward the guard one hand out.

"It's his partner that is missing. If you could just give us five more minutes."

As Frank continued to talk to the guard Matt tuned him out. He walked over to the wall and flattened his palms against it. He stretched his arms out and let his head hang down between them. Matt closed his eyes and forced himself to get a grip.

This was the best chance of getting a lead on Emily and it was slipping away. It was five a.m. now, they had maybe an hour and a half before the agents from D.C. got there.

He was good working with a clock, it was his job. Matt couldn't help but remember the agonizing ten to fifteen minutes during the bank robbery when Kari had that gun on Emily. How long that time had seemed. How nothing else had mattered, but getting Emily out.

Now he somehow had to do it again. This interrogation wasn't working no matter how much he wanted it too. No matter how much time Frank bought them.
There weren't any answers here.
Ellis wouldn't confide in this guy…….but there was one person who knew him better than any.

Matt spun away from the wall and moved quickly past Frank and the guard toward the door.

"Frank,Duff,let's go."Matt ordered as he opened the door.

"What? We've barely scratched the surface here."Frank protested as he looked at Matt like he had grown a second head.

Matt shook his head. "We've got less than two hours left. I'm not wasting it here. Let's go."

Once Matt's back was turned Duff exchanged a confused glance with Frank who shrugged.

"Hopefully at some point he'll let us know what his plan is."Frank muttered as he and Duff quickly followed Matt through the corridors.

Ellis had left an hour ago leaving Emily once again alone in the dark and the cold. He had taken three more photos and a video clip. She'd been able to convince him to handcuff her hands in front of her. At least then she'd be able to maneuver better to access the supplies.

Emily had tried to make an escape attempt in the brief seconds her hands were free. She had swung the small rock at the side of Ellis's head. When he had stumbled she had run, but she only made it a few feet before he caught her.

Ellis had been furious. He'd taken the butt of his gun and swung it down hard on her forehead. Emily had collapsed to the ground, seeing stars and black spots but not completely passing out. She had enough strength to make a grab at Ellis's feet as he passed her. Her reward had been a hard kick to her right ribs.

Now as Emily leaned painfully back against the wall she still heard Ellis's last words to her as he left. She was terrified that they were true.

"You're going to rot in here,bitch. Nobody's going to find you. Not even when you're dust and bones."

Cheryl looked up from her fourth cup of coffee as Lia knocked on her open office door. Cheryl glanced at the 8x10 sheets of photo paper clutched in the young woman's right hand.

"You have something?"Carerra asked hopefully as she leaned forward.

Lia rubbed her eyes tiredly with her free hand as she placed the photos on her boss's desk."Finally found where Emily was taken. So at least now we have a timeline."

"Good work, Lia."Cheryl replied as she turned the pictures right side up and began to flip through them.

"I went through hours of traffic video…..starting from Matt's apartment and following the route Matt said she'd taken to go out of town."Lia explained. "She stopped to get gas just before she got on the highway. You can see a beat up red pickup following her about three car lengths back. I was able to get the video surveillance from the gas station. The truck was stolen from a Venice Beach Marina two days ago."

Cheryl nodded as she flipped through the pictures. "He might not have dumped it yet. Good job. I'll put an APB out on the truck…..maybe we'll catch a break."