A/N: Thank you all for the reviews! I knew when I started this story that it wouldn't be a long one. Its main purpose was to deal with a few things; mainly to get Bobby out of the extremely deep and dark hole I had him in, but to also put him on a different path for my next story. So, this is sort-of a segue into the next story which is currently in the pre-development phase. Not everything will be brought to its conclusion by the end of this story; I'm aiming for 20 chapters, so 3 more to go.

Enjoy!

Major Case Squad

Alex headed straight to the conference room as soon as she spotted Logan in there along with Detective Barek. The two looked tired and highly stressed as she pushed the door open. "What's this about having a motive?"

They both turned to her and Logan immediately said, "She's using the Bible."

Alex shut the door as she asked, "How is that motive?"

Logan jumped out of his seat and grabbed a photograph off the table along with a copy of the King James Bible. "We went back to search the warehouse. We found this carved on the floor where the body had been laying. Because of the chard floor, it wasn't spotted at first. Barek spotted it, actually."

Alex took the photo and looked at it. Sure enough, carved into the burnt floor, into the concrete, was a chapter and verse for the book of Job. "She's using the bible to tell her story? That's what you meant on the phone?"

"Bobby told us during the interview that whoever the killer is, that they're going to extremes in trying to get a point across, to tell a story, and that they weren't going to stop anytime soon. These two are just the first victims."

"The mention of sacrifices is in the verse," Barek spoke up, "And there's more to come." She then looked over at her as she said, "Job lost his wife."

Alex sucked in a sharp breath and gave a nod, saying, "And you think Nicole has put Bobby in the role of Job. I'm his girlfriend…"

"You could be next, Eames," Logan said as he tossed the bible on the table.

"This is a game," Barek said as she looked over at her. "Based on the wager God made with the Devil. Nicole has put herself in the role of Bobby's God."

"Then who's the Devil?" she asked, looking back and forth between the two cops.

They all looked at one another with no answer to that question. "I bet we figure that out, we'll solve this," Logan finally said as he pulled out his phone. "The best person to go over all of this with would be Bobby. Even without a memory, I bet he could piece all this together faster than anyone of us."

Alex gave nod as she asked, "Anything else I need to know?"

"We also found an address," he told her as he pressed the cell to his ear and waited.

"To where?" Alex asked Barek since Logan was trying to reach Bobby.

"A house in Brooklyn," Barek told her as she typed something on a laptop. "I'm checking to see who the current owner is."

Logan cursed and shook his head, saying, "He's not picking up." Shutting his phone, he told her, "We went back to the hospital room where Caleb had been killed. Barek spotted something on one of the photographs of the room. There was a piece of paper under the hospital bed. It wasn't collected."

"And since that room was sealed off because it was a crime scene," Barek finished for Logan, "it had yet to be cleaned. The paper was still there."

"I'm assuming that's where you found the address?" Alex asked as she looked to Logan.

"It was in Caleb's handwriting. He had to have known that Nicole was going to turn on him, or at least suspected. We're thinking that the address is where Nicole had been hiding out, or at least where they had been meeting."

"If he wanted it to be found, why didn't he just hand it over to Bobby when he showed up?" Alex asked, mostly to herself as she tried to make sense of this new piece of evidence.

Logan gave a shrug, telling her, "Maybe he tried, or maybe he didn't write it until after Bobby left."

"The property," Barek said, speaking up from her spot at the table, "is currently being held by a real-estate company. It's been on the market for years."

Alex sighed and looked at the time. There wouldn't be anyone up at this hour, and they wouldn't be able to search the place until the morning. That was if the company allowed them access. If they had to wait for a warrant, it could take another day. "We can try to get in contact with one of the realtors."

"It's midnight," Barek said as she closed the laptop.

"We can wake them up," Logan said as he headed toward the door.

Alex noticed how anxious he was; Mike couldn't keep still and he'd been up moving around the moment she got there. "I agree," she said as she went to follow Logan out. "And enroute to the house, you can fill me in on what happened during your interview with Bobby."

"Hey!" Barek yelled as she jumped up from the table. "I'm lead on this investigation and you two aren't even officially on this case. Captain Deakins-"

"Captain Deakins is home, in bed, and I'm not going to be the one to wake him up," Logan said as he grabbed his coat. "As for this investigation, we've been helping since the start and we haven't been technically kicked off the case. Deakins have been letting us sit in even after placing himself on the case. He knows that we'll be able to do more good than harm by working it."

"At least let me call him," Barek said as she was already pulling out her phone. "He might want to be there to ensure we don't catch any heat from the brass."

Alex thought it over and gave a nod in agreement. "She's right, Logan. Even though I'm back and able to work, that doesn't mean I've been given the okay to work this case."

"But Brenda's case is yours," Logan said.

"Right, so why would have I permission to go off with you to follow up on a lead from Caleb's case," she told him. Alex wanted nothing more than to go with them, but the brass could really hem them up if it were found out she was helping them.

Barek held up a hand, silencing them, as she spoke into the phone, "Captain? I'm sorry to wake you, sir, but we've made some progress on the case." She was quiet for a moment, listening to Deakins on the other end, before saying, "Sir, you don't need to come in. We were-….Yes, we're going to follow up on a lead...We found an address. It could be where Nicole had been hiding out this whole time." Barek gave a nod and said, "It's in Brooklyn but the thing is it's been the property of a real-estate company, Orchid Realtors, for years." she looked over at her and said, "She's here."

Alex tensed and waited to hear whether or not she was to stay at the department or…

"All of us?" Barek asked and smiled slightly at her. "I'll text you the address, sir. We'll meet you there." She closed the phone and told her, "Looks like you're coming with us. The captain will meet us at the house."

"What about the realtors?" Logan asked.

"Apparently Captain Deakins will take care of it," Barek said as they headed for the elevators. "He said he had a friend he can call."

As they headed out of the building, Alex pulled out her own cell phone and tried to call Bobby. She knew that he wouldn't be sleeping. When it went straight to voicemail, she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. Something was wrong and she knew it.

Trying to push that thought down, she followed them to a department issue SUV as Logan climbed into the driver's seat.

Subway Station

Brooklyn

He'd been waiting for almost an hour before she finally showed. Having yet to spot him, he took a moment to study her, look her over, and in that short period of time he knew he interrupted her evening. She looked like she'd been on a date, and for how long it had taken her to get there, she had probably been in the city.

The subway that had brought her to him shut its doors and started down the track. Once it was gone, and the platform empty, she sighed heavily and turned away from his direction and pulled out her cell phone.

"An atonement for a sin…" he spoke up, causing her to turn back around. Dropping his arm from where it'd been lying over his head, he stared up at the ceiling of the station and said, "Offerings to the Lord in order to redeem my soul." Tilting his head toward her, he said, "You murdered for me."

Nicole pocketed her cell as she smiled slightly. "The Misses kick you out. You have to take to sleeping on subway benches?"

"I find that I think better if I'm staring upwards…toward the heavens." He dropped his legs and sat up straight on the bench as he glared over at the woman. "I'm a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. You made me Job."

"You're already Job, Robert, I only made you realize it," she told him as she looked around the empty subway terminal. "I didn't know a subway could be so quiet."

"And for some reason I did. I can't tell you my birthday, but I do know that this station is the less populated in Brooklyn from the hours of 11 pm to 4 am." Leaning back on the bench he stared at her as he asked, "Tell me, Nicole, what exactly are my sins?"

Nicole sighed, sounding a little annoyed, before she gave him that sly smile of hers. The one that told him she knew more than him, and liked it. "You think it'll be that easy? Ask and you shall receive?"

Shrugging, he said, "Why not? And I'm no longer interested in playing these games. Maybe the man I was before would've been more patient, but I don't have his knowledge. I can't keep up with your logic, with your thinking, because I don't even have the picture to the puzzle we're trying to piece together."

"But you figured out a part of it already. How did you figure out the bible references so quickly?"

"Why, impressed?" he sarcastically asked.

Nicole shook her head. "Hardly."

He knew she was lying; she just couldn't admit it. "Are you familiar with the Occam's Razor principle?"

"Ah, let's see. It's the principle that if you have two theories with the same evidence, the simpler is the one most likely to be true," Nicole said as she slowly approached him. "I didn't think I had been so-"

"Simple," he said as he stood. He didn't want her getting anywhere near him, not until he was ready for it. "You obviously think too highly of yourself if you actually thought that you were being clever." The way Nicole tensed, her teasing smile fading, he knew he'd hit his mark. "I've been doing a lot of thinking," he said as he started to slowly circle around her. "The planted evidence, drugging me to forget what happened in that motel room…you wanted it to be a conspiracy. And with the only key piece to the puzzle, and to my motive, being locked inside a cell phone which would've been buried in evidence lockup…never to be found. Was that really your plan? Because the irony of it just seems so…well, childish."

Nicole had to turn around to face him since he stopped walking once he got behind her. "I take offence to that, Robert. And I left something for the cops to find, in case they missed it with the phone. They aren't intelligent enough to have spotted the tampering I did to the cell."

"You know," he continued to say, ignoring her, "conspiracy theories are pretty much the opposite of Occam's razor. Where the razor principle cuts away the unnecessary, conspiracy theories add the unnecessary in order to protect the truth at the heart of it all. Once the principle exposes that truth, the conspiracy theory tends to fall apart under its own weight." Stepping up to her, he told her, "You overlooked some small details. It's okay," he quickly assured her, "it wasn't your fault. You did the best you could, but didn't take into account the unforeseen circumstances. Hindsight's a bitch, isn't it, Nicole?"

Nicole was having trouble recovering but then he saw her teasing smile return. She was trying to regain the upper hand, but he wasn't going to let her.

"Your lies are collapsing all around you."

"Now you're talking crazy, Robert. For once I'm not trying to lie to you. I shouldn't have expected any less. Even with a blank slate you'll never be rid of the scars of your past. Your mistrust of people, it's hereditary. You're destined to have insane leaps in reasoning."

"Oh, now I'm the crazy one? You're the one killing people and using the bible to justify it."

"I'm here to help you see the truth."

"My supposed sin, perhaps?" he questioned as he stepped away from her. "There isn't one, Nicole. That was part of the unnecessary lie surrounding your reasons to kill. The truth is you wanted to get rid of your conspirators by trying to pin their deaths onto me. Payback was your real reason. Your real motive. All this…the bible verses, the excessive overkill, just more unnecessary layers to confuse-"

Nicole smiled wider and he suddenly knew he was missing something. "Not your sin, Robert," she interrupted him. "Not yet, at least. But a sin I guess you could say that was passed onto you. Just like that mistrust of yours."

He shook his head as he tried to understand what that meant. He didn't have anything.

"Come now, Robert, you've gotten yourself this far. Keep thinking and maybe something will formulate in that…insane head of yours."

It didn't take long for him to go back over what he'd read in bible that helped him to figure this all out. God, the Heavenly Father…And then, it clicked. Hindsight really was a bitch. "The sins of our fathers." "Daddy's, Bobby. The subject is daddy's." He shook his head at the sudden memory that flashed before him. He was in an interrogation room, much like the one he'd been in earlier that day. Sitting across from him was Nicole; she spoke those words to him, stilling his movements, his heart. "We've had a conversation like this before," he said as he raised his eyes to her.

Nicole smiled shyly, nearly looking innocent despite the evil he knew now lurked underneath. "Very good, Robert."

"But, I don't know my father. I don't remember anything about him."

"This would've been all so bloody easy if you hadn't had lost your memory. I hate having to explain, especially when watching you squirm is so much fun."

Glaring at her, he said, "Caleb."

"What about him?"

"He's my half-brother…" he said as he wrinkled his head in confusion, "…meaning different parentage. Yet, he was one of you conspirators." His head was starting to hurt as he rubbed his hand over his head. "Why would he…?"

"Yes, Robert, why would he," she said with a slight chuckle. "I'll leave you to figure that part out on your own. Your call had disrupted my evening and I'm anxious to get back to it."

As Nicole went to walk by him, he grabbed her arm. Pulling her close against him, he heard the roar of a subway train getting closer as he reached into his left jacket pocket.

Nicole hadn't expected his sudden move as she tensed in his arm and stared up at him. There was no fear in her eyes, only annoyance. "Robert-"

"I told you I'm not interested in playing these games with you," he stressed as he stare hard into her eyes. Leaning close, he asked, "Do you know why I had you meet me here?" When she didn't give him an answer as the train screeched to a stop behind him, he said, "My move."

He saw the confusion in her eyes as he brought his left hand around to her neck. Before there could be a look of registration in her eyes, or fear, there was nothing as her eyelids slid close and her body went limp in his arms. The doors to the train opened as he wrapped her arm around his neck and carried her onto the train. The two people on the same train car as him didn't even give them a second glance as he cradled her limp body in his lap as he sat down.

Canarsie, Brooklyn

Staring up into his eyes, he saw a sudden flash of recognition in Caleb's eyes and the anger that was burning deep intensified. "Sleep well?" he asked as he twisted the Q-tip around.

Caleb jerked, making him hold him down harder as he twisted his fingers around in the wound. He could hear the gasp of a scream behind his hand. He stared hard at him and when he saw that there was nothing in Caleb's eyes, not even fear, he leaned closer, getting right next to his ear and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

The fear of nothing turned quickly to confusion. Moving his hand, but keeping pressure on his jaw and neck, he heard Caleb strain out, "I know…ever'thin'…cop." With a slight chuckle, he said, "I've been in your house…"

His breathing grew heavier as his frustration was building. "You told me that you never knew your father. That he died when you were a kid…Were you telling me the truth?"

Caleb stared at him for a long moment, refusing to answer. He twisted the Q-tip around again, causing Caleb to struggle against him as the heart monitor started to beep faster. "Yes," Caleb groaned out as the monitor beeped faster.

"Are you lying?"

Caleb shook his head no as he swallowed around a muffled scream of pain.

"Do you know who he is…A name?" When he didn't receive an answer, he yelled, "A name?!"

Caleb shook his head no again.

Pulling his hand away, he looked at the bloody Q-tip as he moved away from the bed and put it back into the wrapper. He was expecting Caleb to start screaming but when he didn't, he glanced down and saw that Caleb was staring up at him as he held his bloody side and he shook with strangled breaths of air. The stare Caleb was giving him was filled with so much hate it would have scared any other man. It didn't scare him.

They stared into each other's dark eyes for a long moment. Not moving off of Caleb just yet, he asked as he moved his hand away but continued to press hard against the side of the kid's throat, "Who is it?"

"Who?" Caleb asked between tight gasps of air. The monitors started to beep but this time it was from lack of oxygen.

"You know who. The person whose been following me around," he said as he pressed down, causing to beeping rhythm get faster.

Smirking slightly, as best as anyone could with a forearm in their jaw and throat, Caleb didn't say anything as the monitor's rapid beeping slowed. Pressing harder, he heard Caleb squeak out in a strangled gasp, "Do it."

Staring down into his eyes, he knew Caleb was done answering his questions. He'd rather die. Letting him go, he backed away as he grabbed the two wrappers and put them in the zip-lock bag. "You're not worth it." He slipped the gloves off, picked up his coat, and then left the room.

His head buzzed with hazy fog and ached like he'd been broken from a deep sleep. Rubbing at his head, he breathed out deeply as that memory invaded his thoughts. During the ride on the subway, he'd been trying to force himself to remember something, anything, and now he finally did. He remembered being that hospital room right before Caleb died. It had come back to him, and he had recovered some answers. They shared the same father, yet, he knew that Caleb didn't know who that father was because he had never met the man.

What did that mean, if anything?

He took another drag off the cigarette in his hand as he heard a light moan coming from the woman seated in front of him. Taking his eyes off the floor, he shifted them up to hers and saw her confusion the moment her eyes opened. She looked around the room and then over at him. At not being able to talk, she grew still and then at the restriction in her movements, she grew frustrated. There was no fear coming from Nicole. Not a single shred of it.

Sociopaths were like that. They didn't show fear because nothing scared them.

They locked eyes for a long moment and he could tell she was amused. Blowing smoke out of his throat, he gestured around, saying, "I saw where they were going to tear this place down. Demolish it to put up a new facility in its place." He tapped the ashes on the floor before taking another puff off the smoke. "I remember my mother having to come here a couple of times. Funny, the moment I walked in, carrying you in my arms, I remembered doing the same with her. I think I was only sixteen years old. She had injured herself and I had to carry her here to be seen by a doctor."

Nicole only continued to look at him because she couldn't talk around the duct tape he had covering her mouth.

"When I knew I was going to take you…I didn't know where to take you. I kept trying to think of somewhere that would be simple yet…potent. I thought about taking us back to the motel room. Then, I had a strange urge to come back here. To my childhood neighborhood. You're one crazy bitch, Nicole, but you're obviously onto something. And, you know, I figured since you're trying to tell me something about my parents, well, this seemed as good as a place as any."

He put the cigarette out on the floor as it burnt down to the butt and leaned back in the chair. Reaching around to his back, he pulled out the gun he'd had found in his house. It was in his dresser drawer so he knew it wasn't Alex's gun. Plus, it was for a lefty.

At seeing the gun, he saw it in her eyes for the first time. She was uncertain, confused, and slightly fearful. Getting up, he walked over to her and slowly pulled the tape off her mouth. Pain filled her eyes as the tape was being removed and he felt the tiny twist of satisfaction at seeing it. Tossing the tape to the floor, he told her, "I want answers."

"Robert, this isn't like you."

He shook his head at her as he stepped away. "Not like me? Nicole, I have no idea what that means. I don't know what I'm like; all I know is what I am now. Right now, I'm pissed off. Right now, I'm sick and tired of playing games with you. You killed two people. You're a murderer, and you," he said pointing the gun at her, "are completely fucked."

"Such vulgar-"

"I'm not the man I was before, Nicole. Whoever this Bobby guy was that you enjoyed playing like I puppet, he's gone. You made sure of that."

Nicole shut her mouth as she looked him over, really looked him over, for the first time. She looked deep into his eyes and swallowed hard. "I understand."

"Oh? What do you think you understand?" he asked.

She took a breath and said, "Without any past, without a moral high-ground guiding you any longer, you're being consumed by your true nature."

He stared hard at the woman before him as his brows nitted together in confusion. "What're you-"

"You're letting your rage get the best of you, and you're acting on it instead of thinking things through. You're becoming just like mummy and daddy."

His jaw clenched as he steadied his sudden urge to actually hit her. And he was shocked at that urge. The last thing he should've wanted to do was hit a woman. However, he told himself, this wasn't just any woman. She was a crazy sociopath who murdered people. She was a woman he'd been trying to capture and put away behind bars for years. And she had taken him, cuffed him to a bed in a motel room, and destroyed his whole world.

He couldn't move. As his heavy eyelids fluttered open, confusion and fear set in as the realization of paralysis took over. The only thing he could move were his eyes and he saw the passing streets as neon lights streamed through his glazed sight; the lights stretched on for miles. They were the lights of the city and of passing cars, but they were fuzzy, fragments of light, movement, and shadow that appeared and then disappeared. Static noises vibrated in his ears as he continued to stare out into the world that kept moving, going on and on. He tried to move again, this time his head, but couldn't. He couldn't even feel the window he was leaning against.

What was going on and why couldn't he move? An overwhelming sense of helplessness gripped him with that thought, making his slowly beating heart tremble. Closing his eyes, he willed the feeling to go away.

When he woke, an unfamiliar fan circled above him against a dark grey plastered ceiling. Looking around to his right, there stood a woman. It was Brenda. Dark hair tickled at his face as she leaned over his body. That was when he realized he could feel.

He could break free.

Jerking his arms forward, they caught and strained as he pulled. Looking back toward the head of the bed, his arms were bound by a set of handcuffs…His handcuffs, he wondered as he laid in a bed that wasn't his own. Letting his eyes fall back on the only other person in the room, he felt the hot trembling rush of rage as his ears started to ring.

The ringing was starting to hurt his head as tears of pain welled. She had done something to him. She had taken him, abducted him and …what? Drugged him? Clenching his eyes shut, he felt her fingers skim down over his bare chest. The tingling was like being electrocuted. Trying to move away from her touch, it only caused the cuffs to tighten around his wrists.

Then he heard a noise. He turned his head toward the source of it and saw the bathroom door open and out walked another woman. It was her.

Nicole.

He was remembering more. Not just what had happened in that motel room but that entire day was coming back. He remembered visiting his mother, the conversation with Alex on the phone before heading out to his car. Then there was a woman's voice. It hadn't been Nicole who drugged him the parking lot, but Brenda.

She had been the one driving his car with him in it back to the city. She had parked his car in a parking lot down the street and she had made him walk with her down the street to the motel.

He watched as Nicole walked out of the bathroom. Struggling against the cuffs, he watched as Brenda pulled out a small bottle out of her purse and bristled at that syringe she held in her hand. This wasn't happening, he told himself as he shook his head trying to clear it. It was hurting and still foggy. Whatever he'd been drugged with it was making it hard to think straight. Shifting his legs up, he scooted himself up the bed and gripped the cuffs with both hands and pulled as hard as he could, trying to break the chain or the bed, whichever gave first.

Nicole crossed the room to the TV stand; there was a radio sitting next to the TV and she turned it on. Whoever had used that radio last had left it on an oldies station that played the blues. He recognized the song that was starting to play immediately, having been a fan of the music and the singer.

It was Howlin' Wolf singing one of his favorites, 'Goin' Down Slow'. "I have had my fun…if I'd never get well no more…I have had my fun…if I never get well no more. Oh, my health is fadin', oh…Oh yes, I'm goin' down slow."

He didn't want to beg, and knowing that it would be a useless effort anyway, he didn't plead as he felt Nicole trail a finger lightly up his leg. Looking to Brenda as she came closer to him, he saw her put the syringe down on the table next to him along with the small bottle. He was expecting her to inject him with it, but when she didn't, he realized whatever they were about to do to him they wanted him to know it, to feel it, and that scared him even more.

"Tell me, Bobby," Nicole suddenly whispered into his ear. "How far do you think her love would go if you betrayed her?" She didn't have to tell him who the "her" in that question was She was talking about Alex. "If she thought you were exactly like your father?"

He breathed out as he shivered against his fear and hate at the woman leaning into him. "She knows I'm not like him. I'd never cheat on her."

Nicole's sly smile caught him off guard and he wanted nothing more than to whip it right off her face. "I'm not talking about cheating like William, Bobby. I'm talking about your real father."

He stared at her for a long moment because what she had just told him confused him. He wasn't understanding. Looking away from her, he saw what Brenda had been doing this whole time. She had brought some more stuff out of her purse and had placed them on the table.

"We're going to have us some fun…"

He looked away from the planted evidence that Brenda had spread over the table: lines of cocaine, a Polaroid camera…and bottles of alcohol.

Brenda filled the syringe with the liquid in the bottle as Nicole grabbed his arm. He struggled but it was a losing battle. He was cuffed and couldn't fight back.

"Please write my mama," Howlin' Wolf's voice growled out as it was the only noise in the room. "Tell her the shape I'm in…Please write my mother…Tell her the shape I'm in. Tell her to pray for me…"

His head felt light and heavily as he lost focus of the two women in front of him. Before he forgot everything, he heard the final words from the song echo in his head, "Forgive me for my sins."

He didn't know how long he was out, but when he awoke, he was free of the handcuffs. Rolling onto his back, he started at the ceiling as he tried to focus his blurry eyes and foggy head. Rubbing at his eyes and his head, he turned and saw a clock next to the bed. It said it was 4:38. Looking toward the window, he saw it was dark outside. It was early morning.

A sudden thought entered his head and he looked back to the table the clock was on. He saw empty bottles and white reside over a small mirror on the table. Sitting up, he looked around the empty motel room and felt the panic surge through him. It didn't matter where he was or why, because all the could think of was that if he was found like this he'd be in serious trouble. Moving as quickly as he could, which wasn't too fast since he could barely stand without the room tilting, he cleaned the table off and flushed what was on the mirror and tossed it along with the bottle in the trash before tying the trash bag and putting it by the door.

Finding clothes folded on the dresser, he put them on and took the bag outside and threw in into the dumpster. Looking around the dark street, he had no idea where he was, and with that he had no idea who he was. Rubbing his head, he went back to the motel room and shut the door. He was tired still and his head was pounding; there was a pressure building and it was getting hot.

He was burning up so he undressed again, tossing the clothes onto the floor. Going into the bathroom, he downed some water from the sink and stumbled as he lost conscious for a second, only catching himself on the counter. Leaving the bathroom, he laid back down in the bed as the room swirled and tilted around him. Closing his eyes, he figured he'd done all he could for now and let himself surrender back to the depths of a deep dark sleep.

"Believe me," he said as he shook that memory away. It was getting harder to think straight as an array of emotions hit him. "I've thought this through," he told her as he dropped his arm and walked back over to where he'd been sitting on the floor. Leaning against the far wall across from the woman he had bound to a chair, he sat back down on the floor and aimed the gun at her again, only this time resting his arm on his knees. "You wanted me to be found by the cops in that motel room. You wanted Alex to think I've lost it. You planted drugs, you made it look like I've been with a woman…I wouldn't have been able to defend myself. I had no memory of the events, no way of proving my innocence. But, I had woken up, got rid of the evidence before the drug you had given me knocked me out again."

Nicole only smiled slightly. That same sly smile he remembered from his memory.

"You're going to talk. Tell me everything," he told her.

"Or else?"

He didn't hesitate as he told her, "I'll kill you."

She actually laughed at him, saying, "You wouldn't."

He stared at her and he asked, "Who's my real father?"

She snapped her mouth shut and shook her head. Nicole was underestimating him. He knew that she still thought he was the same man as before; that he would never actually shoot her.

Taking a deep breath, he raised the gun, took aim…and fired.

TBC…