He had called Max and he agreed to meet me at the house where I could try and relax after a hot shower and be around familiar things again, he knew it was what helped him after North Korea and how wonderful that whole experience went for him. I managed to limp up to the main door and got myself into the house with the minimum of fuss, the moment the door shut behind us I landed on the floor and let the tears come. He was down beside me in seconds and wrapped his arms around me as he let me get the scream out I was holding in, it's what he did as he overcame the trauma of being tortured. He had guessed by the look of me that is what WoFat had done to me but my training had prepared me for the worst aspects and this was a perfectly normal response to the horror of what had happened. I had quietened down and he picked me off the floor and got me to the bathroom, I looked up at him from where I was leaning against the wall and he peeled off my clothes, his eyes darkened as he saw the wounds and familiar marks across my skin, his face was expressionless and I knew he would do some of his own screaming later. I traced his frowns with my fingers, his eyes betrayed his emotion and I could see the start of his tears.

He was biting back a lot of emotion now as he stripped himself and pulled me into the shower with him to get me clean from the blood and dirt on me, I flinched at the water but he soothed me by holding me close and letting the hot water touch small parts of me first until I was comfortable with being fully immersed again. He washed my hair and then tucked it up in a clasp out of the way, he removed the gauze and gently cleaned the wounds across my scalp and across my body as the water worked its wonders un-knotting my tense muscles. He was looking straight at me and I knew he was asking the unspoken question, I shook my head and whispered that they never touched me – had tried – but the attacker lost an eye for his trouble. He held me close and I knew he was silently crying and praying in thanks that I was mainly safe and now in his arms, I leaned up to kiss him and I pulled myself up onto his waist as I stroked him; he tried to stop me but I just gripped tighter and I heard the moans as he thrust against my hand.

"I need this, please – I need to know I'm safe and this isn't a dream!" I whispered.

"We shouldn't, not after what you have just been through!" he whispered.

"Please, I need you!" I replied holding him.

He leaned in to kiss me hard as he checked the look in my eyes, he took a better stance and thrust into me and I cried out, wrapping my legs around his waist and tilting my hips to take him all. He began to move and I didn't care that my wounded back was thumping off the cold tiles, that I had a concussion and needed treatment; all I wanted to feel was his arms around me and him inside me as I worked off the excess adrenaline in my system. I raked him from hips to shoulders and he gripped me tighter as he pounded into me, I bit into his shoulder hard as he changed angles and I held on as he helped soothe the torture I had just endured and the pain of the cattle prod over my breasts and stomach. He tilted me back to kiss his way down my chest and he saw the marks, he looked up at me and I leaned forward and bit him hard again, he slammed into me and we both cried out as the emotion over took us and we came together hard.

He leaned us against the wall and with our foreheads together we regained our breathing, he let me slid down his body and he looked at the marks across me, he pulled me under the water again and washed me gently to help ease out the bruising. A few minutes later we were both dried and I was lying on the bed in my PJ's as Steve was talking to HPD and SWAT who was busy gathering evidence from a burnt out truck found in an abandoned abattoir, it sounded like where I was being held and would make sense of the room layout and high spider presence due to the waste product they would be attracted too. The doorbell went and Max came upstairs moments later and after one look at me got to work; Steve must have filled him in when I was in the bathroom and prepared him.

"You have a secondary concussion and hairline fracture of your skull; the rest are just bruises but I want an MRI ordered for the head and an ECG EEG since you were repeatedly electrocuted; you need to come in overnight to be monitored."

I shook my head gently and winced at the use of my sore muscles, I knew I just needed some painkillers and rest and I would be fine in a couple of days.

"Max I'm fine with a little rest….." I started.

He slammed the lid down on his medical case and I looked up at him.

"You were electrocuted over parts of your body for unknown lengths of time, you said yourself you passed out several times due to the pain – you are going in to hospital! Max, make the call and we'll meet them at the trauma unit," Steve replied sternly.

I was too tired and sore to argue and I managed to get myself into bigger trouble when Max asked me about current medication, I told him about the migraine script and Stemetil I was having to take due to the headaches, he didn't look surprised at the fact that Steve knew nothing of this and noted it down on the letter for the trauma doctor.

"You were taking these painkillers for the headaches you're getting – you told me you were just tired – that's been over a week with this headache Sadie!" he hissed out.

"I know, I'm sorry but there was nothing you could do to stop them so I just got on with it, remind you of someone you know?" I replied slipping on my shoes and Max sliding a blanket around my shoulders after I had gotten changed.

Steve looked at me as I went through a small stretch routine and flinched as I pulled my shirt on, he moved forward and caught me as my legs buckled and I leaned against the doorframe cursing under my breath; he took one look and supported me down the stairs.

I don't actually remember when I fell asleep or fell unconscious again, one moment I was in the back of the truck and next thing I know is I am in an empty room with an IV in my hand and some wonderful painkillers going through my body. I blinked a couple of times and sat up very slowly on the bed, bad mistake and I shifted the bed up slightly to help ease off the cramp I was getting in my chest. Steve must have braided my hair out of the way and I was under the blankets so I was warm, I clocked the monitor and saw it was after 9pm at night, I must have slept the last couple of hours away? The door opened and I snapped around to face it, outside I was smooth and cool, inside I screamed at the pressure on my bruises and grunted out a moan and a cough. Danny was standing in the doorway looking horrified at the mess of bruises and cuts I was covered in, I take it Steve had told him what WoFat had threatened and he had to come and see me once he was finished talking to Steve.

"Holy mother of Christ!" he whispered.

I raised my eyebrow at him and flinched at the residual ache.

"No offence to the almighty, but I have a vague idea of his pain – or at least the modern equivalent of his torture before crucifixion!" I replied.

He moved forward and was looking at me sitting on the bed, I was looking right back and raised my eyebrow to him again.

"Sadie, what the hell did he do to you?" he whispered walking over to me.

Danny pulled me in for a huge hug and whispered his thanks again and again to me, he was my brother everyway apart from biologically and he took this personally – apparently so did Kono and Chin as they had just appeared with Steve outside the room and looked at me in shock – I waved them in and nodded to them so Danno could see them. Both of them walked over to me and I was enveloped in two massive warm hugs and Kono would not let me go, I grinned to her once the painkillers kicked in and I was half stoned.

"How the hell did he even get back on the Island, he was every agency out there on his back and direct orders to kill if he comes into this part of America again – what did he want with you Sadie, there has to be something?"

"Nothing I could give him, he mainly used me as a chew toy before he got bored and threw me out the truck – I don't remember much of it!" I replied.

Steve well knew I remembered every moment of the last twelve hours but it must be pretty important to me if I was not making a noise about the questioning, the door opened and the doctor walked back in with orders for me to rest and a spare bunk being brought in for Steve. I had told him it wasn't necessary but he was adamant that he was staying.

"You have just been released from a twelve hour interrogation, do you really think one of us wouldn't be here at all times?" he whispered.

"I agree with your partner on this one Sadie since it's pretty obvious you have been tortured by electrocution – I have a high ranking member of government coming down to see you for a few moments as well, he says he knows you both?" the doctor stated clearly.

The doctor let a man in and it was Joe in his full uniform and not looking pleased at what he saw, I flinched as his eyes wandered right across me and Steve moved to shield me from his view that was looking rather murderous.

"WoFat did that, he tortured you?" he hissed.

"No I fell down a hill Joe and smacked myself up with a pineapple – what the hell do you think?" I hissed back.

"How the hell did he get back on the island, every global agency is after him? What did he want with you, how did he even find out about you?" he demanded.

I glanced over at Steve and shook my head, Danno caught that move in the window and moved forward; he gave me that look that he normally reserved for Steve when he was going to do something stupid.

"Oh don't do that glance thing you ninjas do, it normally means I have to order more bullets or we are going to be in pain later – what the hell is going on?" he demanded.