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After 5 hours of driving Heather woke up while Nicole was still sleep.

"Where are we." She asked.

"In Philly." Landen answered.

"Why?"

"That way if you die they wont know where to find you." Landen told her without turning. She stayed quiet the whole way there. They reached an old house, dragged Nicole and Heather downstairs and knocked them out to kill some time.

Office

Its 4a.m and they still have no luck

"Anything?" Pollock said to Jess.

"No, nothing there is any way of tracking her sir." Jess said tiredly.

"What about the girl does she know anything." Pollock asked.

"She is worn out we need to give her time to recuperate sir." Jess said.

"No, what you need agent is to get her down here, NOW!!" Pollock yelled the stormed off in his office.

Jess did her job and somehow got Dana to come in.

"Look Dana, sorry its late we just need to ask more questions." Jess said apologetic.

"I told you I don't know anything." Dana said tiredly.

"You sure, anything conversations, addresses, plates" Jess said hoping to strike a nerve and she did.

"Hold on." Dana said she reached in her pocket and took out a crumbled piece of paper.

"What is it?" Jess asked.

"Plates, I got them when we were taking off I thought I lost them!" Dana said a little more excited.

"Great!" Jess exclaimed and ran down the hall to Antonio.

"Hey Antonio, run these plates for me." Jess asked.

"Sure," Antonio replied and after a couple of keystrokes he got a name. "Landen Warfield, where did you get these?" Antonio asked.

"Doesn't matter, can you spot these?" Jess asked hoping he could work some "Forensic Magic".

"Yeah, last seen running a red light in Clairton, PA." Antonio said

"Great, now they could be anywhere" Jess said and plopped on a sofa and her phone rang, he looked at the caller id excitedly until she read the name, Colin McNeil, she slammed the phone down.

"You okay," Antonio asked.

"Yep, just great," Jess answers clenching her teeth.

Landen, Mid-Afternoon

Nicole was out a really long time and when she woke up Landen was dead in her face.

"Morning, or should I sat Afternoon agent, hope you slept well." Landen said with a confident smile.

"Go to hell." Nicole gritted under her teeth.

"No, you. I have a surprise Scott and old friend of yours, you may remember him." He turns his head and Nicole's eyes widen as she recognized the figure standing behind Landen Warfield.

"Nikki, long time no see," The voice called out. "Aren't you happy to see me." The figure stepped out the dark to reveal his face and it was a face Nicole didn't want to see for a long, long time.

"Montrel?" Nicole couldn't believe her eyes. Montrel Moore was an ex should thought she would never see again. She met him while she was in a foster home in Atlanta. He was the one who got her kicked out and forced her to drop out of high school at 16. He took everything from her with his lies and twisted smile, had her eating out the palm of his hand. Things were great until she discovered who he really was. He no longer respected her when she reached 18 he defined her as his "property". Treated her like many of his "hoes" and it wasn't long before she was actually one of them. He would beat, rape, and sometimes try to kill her if she ever got out. For 2 years Nicole put up with it, she was just so vulnerable and he took advantage of that. He told her she was nothing and the only thing she had was her body. So for 2 years they went into the prostitution game where Nicole did the giving and Montrel got the getting. It wasn't until one man she was about to sleep with asked Nicole why she did it and told her she was too beautiful to let herself go to waste. He gave her 2 grand and told her to get her life together and leave for good that man was none other than, John Pollock.

"Yeah, it's me and I think you owe me my money." Montrel said.

"You've got to be kidding me, I don't owe you shit." Nicole spat.

Montrel went to her and looked her dead in the face.

"You owe me money, and you and I both know there are 2 ways to resolve this issue.

"No." Nicole said firmly.

Landen and "the gang" quietly crept out the door leaving the door to slam behind them.

"No?" Montrel was confused.

"You must not know, reality check, im thirty-five not 16, I don't need to listen to you." Nicole swept past but a hand grabbed her back.

"Ha, so Nikki thinks she big and bad cause she is a Special Agent for the police and sh-" Montrel stated.

"Actually, its Nicole and it's the FBI genius." Nicole remarked.

"Police, CIA, FBI same thing Federal Bullshit Institute" Montrel smirked.

"Great use of vocabulary, I'll be sure to note that is my report when we arrest your ass." Nicole replied with the same smirk.

"Very funny," He said. "Now back to business." He said with a serious face.

"There is no business, we are through, what don't you get?" Nicole asked.

"We are through, girl you left me." Montrel said rage in his eyes.

"Left you? You constantly used and abused me I had to get out." Nicole replied with the same rage.

"Why didn't you tell me you felt that way?" Montrel offered with some type of sincerity.

"Are you kidding me? How fucking stupid can you g-" Nicole said but was interrupted when she felt a fist in her jaw.

"Don't talk to me that way" Montrel said eyes red.

Nicole was in shock but her reflexes weren't and immediately fought back.

After a couple of blows he was on the ground.

"Your pretty tough!" Montrel said rolling over so he was on top of Nicole.

"I know, you're pathetic." Nicole said rolling back over.

"How?" He asked.

"Well you got your ass kicked by me, how are you gonna go tell your "boys"? Nicole joked.

"Who said I'm going back." He replied rolling over again face to face with Nicole. He looked into her eyes, and saw hurt and anger. He thought to himself it might be hard to believe, but the thought of a woman of Nicole's great strength kicking his ass turned him on.

He leant in to kiss her and she didn't resist. His lips pressed against hers so tight it made her teeth hurt, and then he softened up. By the time Nicole realized who she was kissing Montrel's tongue was already halfway in her mouth. She tried to pull out but he forced his way in. He picked Nicole up and threw her on a wall hurting her head in the process, so from upstairs it sounded like an intense fight instead of a sexual interaction. His kisses trailed along her neck as he un-buttoned her blouse and she wanted to stop him, but he had some deep control over her making her weak. What the hell is he doing to me? Nicole thought to herself she didn't even feel this way with Antonio. It wasn't until he hauled his pants down and put Nicole's legs up, when Nicole had to stop.

"Noo," Nicole managed to say even though he was still attacking her mouth. He didn't seem to respond.

"Get off!" Nicole said smacking the back of his head.

"Wh-What!" Montrel barely said before heading to he neck.

"This really isn't right, so we should stop before we do something really, really terrible." Nicole said loosening up.

"Oh, you aint feelin' this." Montrel answered using that ignorant, ghetto tone Nicole hated.

"Yeah, I aint feelin' this." Nicole mimicked pushing him away.

"Oh, sorry." Montrel said correcting his mistake.

"Mmm Hmm." Nicole answered butting her blouse. "You better go before they suspect something," Nicole said giving him the "go now" look.

"Yeah" Montrel said and let out the door. A few minutes later Nicole was behind him.

"Have fun," Landen joked.

"Yeah lots." Nicole smiled back that left an uneasy set on Landen.

Nicole was walking down the hallway when a hand grabbed her into a room.

"What the h-" Nicole said before a cold hand covered her mouth. When the hand let go she turned around and immediately noticed the person behind her.

"Colin?" Nicole asked with confusion.