She must have fallen asleep again, because when she woke up, the car had just stopped. She sat up suddenly, and immediately regretted the action. Everything spin. Talk about head rush. Annamaria got out of the car on shaky legs, and had to grab onto it for support. They'd stopped in front of a small, cottage-like house. She looked around, but all she could see was...grass. And trees. And hills. They were all alone. But, she mused, that was the point, wasn't it? She was the reason they were here, the reason Horatio had been thrust back into her life, and the reason why agent Higgins was permanently pissed off at her (though, secretly, she enjoyed that.) But, she reminded herself, she was also the reason (or, at least part of the reason) that Stefan and Tony were finally going to jail. They couldn't hurt anyone anymore. The men checked their surroundings and nodded to each other. Horatio went to grab their bags, and Higgins grabbed her arm. She tried to squirm away, but he tightened his grip.
"You're hurting me," she whimpered. He gave her a stone cold look that said shut the hell up. Or else.
She noticed one thing as soon as they entered the house.
"There's...no windows," she muttered.
"Correct. And only one door; the one in which we entered. Just as there are no means of escape, there are no points of entry from the outside. The kitchen is that way, the bathroom is upstairs. There is a small living room over here, and the bedrooms are upstairs. There are two. She," Higgins gestured to Annamaria, "Is not to be left alone. Ever. Not even for a moment. No cell phones, pagers, beepers, and there is one land line for absolute emergencies only." She didn't have a cell phone anymore, as Stefan had taken it. Horatio said he'd left his in Miami; the quick look he gave her said otherwise. All of a sudden, Annamaria felt overwhelmingly tired, sick, and dizzy. She just wanted to lay down, pull the covers over her head, and pretend that none of this had ever happened; that when she'd wake up, she'd go back about 5 or 6 years and everything would be okay. Marisol would still be alive, and Annamaria would still be living with her family. She knew it wasn't going to happen, but she still hoped.
"Can..can I please go to sleep?" Annamaria whispered. The pills were beginning to wear off.
"I'll take her," Horatio said, picking up her bags and motioning for her to go up the stairs.
"I don't think-"
"Strange, I had a feeling you didn't," Horatio snapped at Higgins before turning back to her.
"Go on up," he said softly. She made sure he would follow before she did. Grateful for the bed (minus sheets), she collapsed as soon as she lay down.