He heard her open the door, relief flooding through him. Glancing at the clock, he noticed the time, surprised they had returned so shortly after lunch, but glad just the same. He hadn't liked seeing Sue walk away in the clutches of another man and if he were honest with himself, he had wanted to rent a car and do some surveying. Rising from the couch where he'd been resting, he went to greet her, a smile on his face.

His smile faltered when she startled at his approach. Mentally kicking himself he realized he should have stayed where he was and let her find him. She probably expected him to be gone. With a slight grimace he apologized. "SORRY. Just imagine my tail wagging at your return. I know Levi is better at it, but I'm trying. Did you have fun?"

She clutched at her cover up and shrugged noncommittally, never fully meeting his eyes. "I didn't do very well," she said shakily. "Umm, I'm going to take a shower and then lie down for a while. I think the time difference is beginning to catch up with me," she told him, finding her feet fascinating.

He waved to regain her attention, asking, "Do you want me to wake you up at a certain time? If so, set the alarm and I'll come in when I hear it."

"That's okay," she said, still avoiding his attention. "If I sleep through dinner, it's okay. You go on and eat with Lucy and Daryl. I can always order room service later." And then she beat a hasty retreat to the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Jack stood where he was for several minutes, his mind replaying their conversation, his instincts screaming that something wasn't right. Deciding to act, he followed the path she had taken, opening the door and listening before entering. Hearing the water running in the bathroom, he ventured into the bedroom, noticing the closed door to the bath. Trying to figure out a way to gain her attention, he noticed the strap of her swimsuit hanging out of the trash can. Walking over, he pulled not only her suit but her cover-up out, his mind racing even more. Examining the clothing, he noticed a rip in the bodice of her suit, one strap completely useless. Looking back toward the bathroom door, he stood indecisively, wanting to know the full details and to ease his mind. Knowing he could not burst in on Sue, he strode from the room, clutching the garment, intent on finding the one who could fill him in. Yanking the front door open, he came to an abrupt halt, surprising Lucy as she was about to knock.

She raised tortured eyes to his. "Is she here? Is she okay? I need to talk to her," and she pushed past him, heading for the bedroom.

"She's in the shower, Luce," he called, halting her in her footsteps. "What's going on? What'd that creep do to her?" he asked dangerously, the pieces of the puzzle his mind was coming up with making him sick.

Lucy wiped at some frustration tears, sinking into the plush chair beside her. "It was awful, Jack. Scott acted like a...like a...wild animal in rutting season. His hands were all over her as he "showed" her how to stand on the board. He had her so flustered. She was trying to keep up with him and read him but he made it impossible. He took her out in the open water and when she didn't perform up to his expectations, he got even rougher with her. All I could do was watch helplessly from the shore. I saw him pull at her swimsuit, ripping it, and then she was in the water. I don't know if he pushed her or she jumped, but he left her there to swim back to shore. Daryl had already gone for help and returned with a lifeguard on a wave runner. They picked her up and brought her back to shore. She didn't want any fuss made, just quietly gathered her things and told me she'd see me back here. She was in a taxi before I could stop her. I jumped in one too and followed as quickly as I could."

"What about Daryl? Where is he?"

"He's filing a complaint and letting Scott know he isn't welcome to any part of the ceremony. He's officially out of the wedding party and ban from the grounds of the hotel."

"That's good," Jack said quietly, a little too quietly.

"Jack?" Lucy warned, "Don't go and do something stupid. It would only make things worse."

"For whom?" he asked.

"For Sue," she said. "She wouldn't want you doing something to jeopardize your career, and attacking an unarmed man without provocation would do just that."

"Without provocation?" he asked incredulously.

"You know what I mean. Daryl is taking care of it through the authorities. Let's wait on him to return and find out the facts. Right now we need to focus on Sue. Did she seem okay?"

"I don't know," he said honestly. "She was extremely skittish when she came in and wouldn't look at me. I followed her into the bedroom but she'd already gone to take a shower. I did find this in the trash," he told her, holding up the torn swimsuit, his eyes flashing ominously as his hand fisted around it.

Lucy took it, gasping at the damage. "I'm going to check on her," she announced, not waiting on Jack to comment. She returned moments later, obviously unsuccessful in her mission. "She's locked the door to the bathroom. She's so stubborn sometimes," she snapped, her concern evident.

"It's one of the reasons we love her so much," Jack reminded her distractedly, his eyes straying to the bedroom.

Lucy watched him closely, smiling to herself despite the seriousness of the situation. Knowing that Sue was in safe hands, she finally told Jack, "I'm going to wait for Daryl. We'll come and let you know what is happening."

"Here," he said, fishing his key out of his pocket. "Take this in case I can't come to the door. If I'm with her, I won't answer, just let yourselves in."

"Promise you'll stay here, Jack?" Lucy was still worried about what he might do.

"I'm not going anywhere, Luce," he promised as he headed to the bedroom to wait for Sue to come out of hiding.