'Whats wrong Emily? You look a little shocked to see me…' Nate taunted her, his eyes dancing with delight at her fear.

'You… You're… I mean I … You died…' Emily stuttered. She couldn't take this in… She had stabbed him… 'How…' the strength in her voice lost its battle with her fear, her words sounded weak.

'Look pretty good for a dead guy don't I?!' He sneered. 'Yeah so, while you were panicking and freaking out, the ambulance was a bit busy looking after your little friend with a hole in his chest, I slipped away. I mean the stab wound wasn't exactly helpful… Thanks for that. But I rang Mark here' He signalled to the driver. '… who picked me up, stitched me up and sorted me out.'

Emily still looked confused.

'Whats wrong? The police didn't warn you I would come back for you…? Oh no wait… that's right… Detective Wilden and I have an… understanding…' He smirked.

Unexpectedly, Emily felt her confidence come back, she felt anger rise within her and she started to struggle violently against the hold of the goon. 'You sick sick freak! Why are you here?! You already killed Maya. You took her away. Don't you get it?! You can't do anything to me that is worse than that!'

Laughing, he closed the distance between them as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back in an attempt to stop her from struggling. 'You think she loved you?! Pathetic. She was MINE. You were nothing to her. You stole her from me and seeing as last time didn't give me the happy ever after I wanted, I guess we are going to have to try again…' His face contorted with a desperate look of hatred, it radiated from his whole body and sent shivers through Emily's entire being. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction though. She spat in his face. He pulled her hair tighter and she yelped with the pain.

'That's right, keeping being a bitch, it will make this all the more enjoyable.' With that he released her hair, balled his fist and struck her hard across the face.

Breathing heavily she shuddered as she asked 'What are you going to do…?'

His voice bounced with anticipation as he spoke… 'You will just have to wait and see.'

Looking to Mark, he moved to leave the room, 'Take her down, you can untie her, she won't be going anywhere down there… It shouldn't be too long until our next guest arrives.'

-

It was cold. The uninviting walls of the interview room made Hanna uneasy. Wilden was sat opposite her, asking her about Emily…

'I've told you everything! She didn't show up to school, her mum thought she was with me, she wasn't. SHE IS MISSING! Why aren't you out finding her?! I've given you the route of her run- start there!' Hanna was losing patience, she was worried about her friend, if she was okay she would have called her back by now…

'Hanna, you need to calm down, shouting at me isn't going to make this go any faster.' Wilden looked tired, he had had enough of this girl, couldn't she stay out of trouble for a week or so?! Was that really so hard to ask… I mean sure, it was great the first time… Ashley is so hot. But seriously. Come on now... this is starting to wear a little thin.

There was a knock at the door, opening it swiftly a young officer walked into the room and whispered something to Wilden. Immediately he got up and made for the door. 'Hanna, go home. We are doing everything we can and will let you know of any developments.' With that he was gone.

'They must have found something… They must have, why else would they scatter like that?!' Aria voiced. 'They just left us… Told us to go home and left…'

'I don't know about you but the last thing I want to be doing is sitting at home right now…' Spencer reasoned

'Let's go walk her run route…' Hanna knew something was off about it… Why all of a sudden would Emily change her plans like that, she wouldn't run away. She just wouldn't. 'We can't go and look through her house trying to find clues… Mrs Fields is freaked enough, but the last thing she said about was this run… she always did the same one… I think we should walk it and see if we can find anything…'

'It's better than doing nothing' Aria agreed.

The police had so far found nothing to help them locate Emily Fields, Wilden had been busy all afternoon attempting to throw his colleagues off Nates trail. He looked at the clock, 'eugh… 11pm.' It had been a long day and he was grateful to see his own bed, when his phone rang… He recognised that number.

'You said that was it?! That I didn't need to be involved anymore!' Wilden shouted into the phone. 'It was supposed to be over! Letting you go was supposed to be the end of it! I can't keep playing these Games Nate!'

'Its over when I say its over. You should already be on your way.' Nates voice spoke through the phone.

'You think you're so tough. You're not. You're just a silly little boy with an anger problem. Don't make an enemy out of me.' Wilden tried to be threatening.

'Don't be stupid Detective. This is your last chance. Do as I say and I will destroy the tape of you coercing a woman to sleep with you to make her daughters shoplifting charges go away… the same tape that shows you accepting a large amount of cash from a notorious drug dealer who just mysteriously managed to escape police custody…'

'Okay! Okay okay you have made your point! Give me two hours.'

Wilden hung up the phone and threw it across the room. He sat with his head in his hands for a good half an hour before he picked up his phone, grabbed his keys and headed out of the door.

Silently sneaking up to the window he watched as she slept. He was grateful that her bedroom was on the ground floor. He was even more grateful that the night was hot and her window was slightly ajar. He pulled it open and climbed through silently stepping towards where she lay. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sticky cloth.

She stirred in her sleep, but she did not wake up. Wilden held his breath as he reached forward, clamped his the cloth over her mouth. Her eyes widened in panic and although she tried to scream the sound was lost in the cloth… she had no choice but to breathe in its sweet sickly essence as her eyes began to close and she succumbed to the dark void awaiting her. Wilden picked her up, exited via the window and placed her into the trunk of his car. Looking down at her still form he couldn't help feeling some remorse. Quickly he shook it off and got into the driver seat of the car.