Dave was under no illusion of just how much trouble they were in, and Spencer's reluctance to talk about his father meant things were not going to be getting any easier anytime soon. But he worried for the younger man and indeed himself. When Spencer had heard that regardless of whether or not their captors got what they were looking for he was going to die, David had anticipated fear, maybe even anger, but certainly not acceptance. Spencer seemed all too willing to meet such a fate, he could see the guilt in his eyes and knew it was for the perceived death of Morgan as well as his capture, the youth felt as though he had let them down and not the other way around. They were the FBI, and they had failed at keeping one kid safe. He closed his eyes for a moment and prayed that Aaron and the team were after cordoning off all routes and starting the search, and that Morgan was indeed wearing his Kevlar, several bruised ribs would be nothing compared to the loss of a friend.

He took a breath and decided to try and work on seeing if Spencer could recall the number once more. Whatever was in that box; was completely inconsequential in the grand scheme of things as far as he was concerned. "Spencer?" The young man looked at him. "Spencer, where did your father bank?"

"Citibank. Why?"

"Did he have a Safety Deposit box there?"

"Not that I know of. I never saw anything to suggest he did." Spencer's eyebrows were furrowed. He was doing everything in his power to remember anything of use. "No, he definitely didn't." He seemed so positive.

"How are you so sure?"

"I remember four weeks before they, they were…" he took a breath to calm himself. "I was home for the weekend, and he had a letter from the bank on the kitchen table. It was asking if he wanted to upgrade his services. One on the services they wanted him to add was a safety deposit box facility. You wouldn't offer that..."

"If the customer already had one." David finished. "Would he have had two different accounts, one for work and one for personal use?"

"No, definitely not. That one was the one he used for everything." Spencer was so certain David couldn't but believe him.

"What about your mother, she could have had an account from before she was ill?"

David couldn't help but notice Spencer's lip flick up momentarily in contempt. "When she got sick my father got a doctor to sign off that she was mentally unwell and that was enough to get her finances put into his name and close any and all accounts in her name." David was glad this man was dead, because if he wasn't, he'd kill him himself. Not a single thing he had heard about William Reid or his actions seemed to benefit anyone but the man himself.

"Okay, joint accounts?"

"Mom never allowed it; my father enjoyed the more extravagant things, my mom, the simpler. She knew he would be likely to spend his whole income and hers too trying to live the corporate lawyer lifestyle. She had saved nearly a hundred thousand when he got his hands on it. She wanted to make sure I got the college of my choice. Thankfully I had scholarships. William used only give me forty bucks a week to live." David looked at the young man across from him; he had to admit the kid was far stronger and more capable than he had ever thought possible. "She'd have liked you, my Mom. She didn't have time for beating around the bush or for false pretences." He looked at Spencer who had a small smile on his face.

"Sounds to me like we would either have gotten on well, or went for each other's throats." All things considered, it was getting off track, but Spencer being comfortable enough to talk, he knew, was going to be half the battle.

"Probably." Spencer acknowledged. "I'm trying to remember Rossi, but I can't, honestly."

"I know kiddo. We'll keep at it."

"But for me not to remember something means I haven't seen it. My memory is eidetic; it cannot forget these things even if I try."

"Look, we all see things every single day and we don't remember them because we dismiss them, you are human too so you do it, even without realising it."

The door reopened and their captors returned. David could smell the food from the kitchen. They had indeed just gone inside to eat. They were only starting their day.

"Hope you gentlemen had a good chat while we were inside. So Spencer, have anything you want to tell us?" Larry's voice was calm and calculated.

"I don't know anything about a stupid safety deposit box, my father never had one." Spencer snarled. David was shocked by the young man's ferocity.

"Why would your mother say otherwise?" Donny demanded.

"She was mentally unsound. You worked in that place for two days before you got near me; you know those people were rambling constantly. She was just like them." David saw the pain in Spencer's eyes as he dismissed his mother as just some lunatic. But they needed to discredit her claims, if there was box, then they had to think of where else it could be, but what was in it?

"What exactly are you looking for?" David ventured to ask.

"That's none of your concern old man." Donny answered snidely.

"It is when you want me to help you delve into his memory and find it."

"Just get the damn number." Larry roared. David and Spencer jumped.

"He cannot remember anyone in his family having a safety deposit box and he is telling the truth so you're going to have to tell us so we can see if he remembers anything about what you are actually looking for, use some sense for Christ's sake." David was prepared for what happened next, it didn't make it any less painful as Donny's fist collided with his stomach. It was times like this he wished he'd have been able to let himself go like other men his age and eating as much as he liked as opposed to having to keep in some sort of shape for the Bureau Field Qualifications every few months.

"Stop, he has nothing to do with this." Spencer shouted. David noted the lack of fear in the younger man's voice.

"When he took you out of the hospital and got Mitre to sing like a fucking canary he became everything to do with this. So you have two choices you little shit, tell us the number or we are going to continue to hurt your new best buddy here until you do." Larry smiled wickedly. David knew he would stay true to his promise, and prepared himself for the worst. Spencer didn't know of any such number, let alone where the box such a number could belong to was. He found himself wanting to resurrect William Reid only to kill him again for what he was putting his son through.

"There isn't a Deposit Box, there isn't a number, just please tell me what you are looking for and I will know whether or not I have seen it." Spencer pleaded.

"There is a box. We know there is, it's at Sunstrust in DC so stop trying to bullshit us." David watched as Spencer received the same treatment he had a minute before only from Larry. Spencer coughed violently he was winded severely from the blow.

"And that is only for starters, I am going to make sure you pay you for what you did to my ear you scrawny little bastard."

"If you want me to be able to get anything out of him, you're going to have to stop beating seven sorts of shit out of us. I can barely see out of my right eye and winded people tend not to be able to talk so he won't be able to give you any damn number." David said calmly, looking at the two assaulting captors, though he always kept an eye on the silent, yet to be named member.

"Fine, you think you can get him to talk? You didn't before." Donny grabbed David by the hair and pulled his face up to look at his.

"Well you have given me something to work with now that I didn't have ten minutes ago haven't you? I now have a bank name, that actually helps believe it or not." A backhand to the face was what he received for his sarcastic comment, better than a punch he maintained.

"Well do whatever it is you do then." Ordered the previously silent third man.

"Oh look, he speaks. I thought you used your word quota for the day when you broke into my house this morning, speaking of which, how did you get passed my alarm?" David kept his voice nonchalant.

"Your friend was kind enough to have had it on the seat next to him. That sort of stupidity could kill a man, well, it did." Donny laughed again.

David's blood ran cold. They had leant into Morgan's car, could they have checked for a pulse? Could they have known about the Kevlar? It took everything in his power not to shake in fear for his friend. He knew he had to worry about getting himself and Spencer out of their situation. He wondered how to get them closer to civilisation again, and heighten their chances of being found.

"Did ye search my home?" He looked up to see Spencer staring down Larry.

"Well that was obviously the first place we checked you little wise ass." Was the response.

"All of it?"

"What do you mean?" Larry demanded.

"What I mean is with a paranoid schizophrenic for a mother, my father was forced to create a few little cubbyholes so she couldn't find things he had to keep in the house. There wasn't many and they never held anything too important. Car insurance forms and stuff really, but he may have hidden something about a bank account there, because as far as I am aware, he never had an account with Sunstrust. What is the story with the house now?"

The men seemed unsure looking to one another. "It's vacant. People keep saying it's haunted." David filled him in. Spencer looked at him. "Garcia checked. The state wanted to sell it but have never been able to."

"So it's unoccupied?" Spencer asked.

"Yes."

Larry grabbed Spencer by the nightshirt. "We're going to bring you there and you are going to show us every nook and cranny of that house, do you hear me?"

"You don't need me there, please you can't take me, I'll write down everywhere you will find one, just don't make me go." David could see Spencer was playing to their sadistic side, wanting him to suffer, but at the same time he knew the kid was going to be in agony going back to the place he lost his life, figuratively rather that literally.

A/N

1 - I meant to write and post yesterday but I got hit with some life-altering news so I spent the day in a kind of haze, so apologies and here is another chapter.

2 - I got the bank names off Google, so they might not even exist, or if they do, they may not even be regular banks. (This is why I like Ireland, we have 4 different banks that just have different branches in our whole country!)