The men left the room planning how to ensure they got to through DC and to Spencer's old home in Maryland undetected. Spencer watched as they left, wondering what else they were going to discuss once out of the room. Were they going to going to keep David behind as leverage, or bring him to torture if Spencer was lying? He grimaced at the thought of going to his old home, the place he used feel so safe, but now the thought of the small plain two storey building filled him with fear and anguish. His hatred for his father was worse than he could have ever imagined. It was sickening enough he could not stay true to his marriage vows, but to get his wife killed because of his own greed caused Spencer's blood to boil.

"Is there actually cubbyholes in the house?" David asked. Spencer looked over guiltily at the other man, and took it his now badly assaulted face. Most of the blood seemed to stem from within the hairline as opposed to his face itself, but there was still bruising and a split lip.

He nodded. "One in his room, one in the kitchen and one in the used-to-be office. Like I said, there was nothing of real value there, but still, it gets us closer civilisation and heightens our chances of being found alive. After all, what is the likelihood of your team checking the status of my home and deciding to check it out?"

"Pretty high. I'm impressed, I hadn't thought of that."

"Where do you think they've gone?"

"Not sure. Guess we can only wait and see." David was unsure as to whether Spencer was talking to him or to himself.

They did not have to wait long; the yet unnamed man returned and threw clothes on David's lap, the Italian looked down with a raised eyebrow and then looked back at their captor. "And what, pray tell, am I supposed to do with these?"

"Don't be a smart ass, you put them on." The man snarled, before taking out a Colt handgun and aimed it at Spencer's head. Spencer just stared at the man.

"How am I supposed to put it on when I am handcuffed to a chair?" David seemed to decide with a gun to Spencer's head to lay off the sarcasm. Though Spencer could see Larry behind David, the old man could not. The malicious man grabbed David's arm and held it in a way that the man contorted his face and hissed in pain.

"I will uncuff you. One wrong move and little Spencey here has his brains blown across the room, understood?" David nodded. There was a click as the handcuffs were opened. David rubbed his bloodied wrists.

"Can I at least clean these up?" He held up his hands. Larry nodded and called for Donny to get the first aid kit. "And a cloth for my face?" That too was called for. David took his time cleaning the wounds and dressing them, before getting his face sorted. He then stripped from his night clothes and into the slightly wrongly sized day clothes, but he said nothing as he stood up straight. "Now what?"

"You sit down and shut up, that's what." David obeyed. The Colt then was aimed at him as the same situation occurred with Spencer. He obeyed, getting out of the ruined bed clothes and cleaning himself up, he didn't need as many bandages but he still had to clean a few wounds. He was less than pleased at having to go around with no underwear on but he knew this wasn't the time for complaining. When he finished he watched Larry pull on the Glock from earlier and put it behind his back. "No funny business either of you and you may actually live through this agent." He forced Spencer forward and walked him out of the room and back through the house. The pregnant woman again looked disinterested, asking the men about something about dinner when they returned. It scared Spencer that she could see them like that and not care.

They were cuffed, shoved into the large trunk of a van and a cover put over them. The van took off at what seemed to Spencer a ridiculous speed, but was probably normal, until the men took a corner sharply and as he crashed into a defenceless David, then he decided they really were going as fast as he thought. He hoped they didn't run into any cops, the risk of them getting tailgated was too high for his comfort. David grunted and he did his best to get off of the older man, aided by another ridiculously sharp turn, which caused both men to be flung the other way, crashing David into him. He felt lucky that it was only his leg the agent slammed into.

This was the pattern for approximately forty seven minutes. Until finally the car came to a halt and Spencer tried to ready himself for whatever happened next. The car doors opened and they heard the men get out. Moments later the trunk was opened and the cover taken off them. Both men were dragged out simultaneously and thrown on the grass. Spencer noticed it was long and somewhat unkept. He looked around and gulped, it was his old front yard. He felt overwhelmed at the memory of that evening eight years previous. He thought of how he saw his father's car and the open door. He looked up, the door was no longer green, it had been painted yellow, but essentially it was still the same door. He was forced to his feet and pushed up the path, he could sense the David getting the same treatment behind him.

"How are we supposed to get in?" Donny asked Larry.

"We go to the back door, same as last time." Larry replied. Spencer shuddered. How frightened must his mother have been to see these two large menacing men coming into her home. They probably treated her the same way they were being treated now.

"You may not need to." Spencer said in a low voice.

Larry grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up to eye level with him. "What do you mean?"

"There used be a key, under a fake rock in the garden, that's the same door, the same lock as when I lived here, it might still be here." Larry nodded and let go of Spencer who walked over to the aforementioned false rock, he kicked it with the sports trainer he had been given to wear, being handcuffed meant he could not pick it up himself. Larry pushed him back so he couldn't try anything why he bent down. After getting the stone he turned it upside down, sure enough it was the stone Spencer had bought to hide his key in so his mother couldn't find it in the house and hide it in one of her episodes. Larry failed to open the compartment and threw the false stone against the ground.

"That's neither going to help nor make all of this seem inconspicuous." David's voice was bored as he spoke.

"Zip it." Donny elbowed the older man hard into the kidney.

"Stop please." Spencer hissed, trying to not get any attention drawn to them. "Just uncuff me and I'll open it. I won't go anywhere."

Larry spun the youth around and more violently than Spencer thought necessary and uncuffed him. "You try to run, I gut him, got it?" Spencer nodded. He picked up the rock and flicked the plastic slip out of the way and got to the key. He held up the shaped metal and looked at the vicious man. The man looked from Spencer to the door and back to him again. He knew what that meant; he was to open the door. He took a deep breath and walked up to it. Taking the key he put it to the lock and remembered it had to go right before it went left. The small memory shook him; he wished he never left the hospital, and that he never had to come back to the house. He heard the lock click and walked in.

It was nearly the same, painted different colours and new upholstery but the same generally. He looked around and shuddered, before being pushed into the living room, it was clean and tidy, but that wasn't what stuck in his mind. He remembered the blood; it covered the carpet, the walls, hell even some on the ceiling from his father's throat. Facts about arterial blood supply came into his head. He shut his eyes and tried to think of anything to make it leave, but all that flashed through his mind was that evening and his parent's bodies.

He felt David watching him; he knew the other man was going to understand the emotions he was displaying. He found himself wondering how many times in his long and illustrious career he had seen the same face. Mourning family members were probably nothing new to the veteran profiler.

He walked to the kitchen, the sooner he did what was asked, the sooner he was away from the house again or dead; both were preferable to looking around his own personal hell.

He walked over to the counter; he just looked at it and sighed. "The first one is gone."

As Larry leant over him with a gun to his head, he snarled. "What do you mean, gone?"

"Exactly that, these are different counters. Whoever altered them, would have found it, but as I said, I am pretty sure it was nothing of interest anyway." He explained calmly. He watched as Larry stared at the clearly new counters, before he grunted. Spencer assumed that meant continue so he did, not receiving any retribution as he did. They went up the stairs to where there had been the office. Again it had been changed, Spencer watched as again Larry grunted and said nothing. Spencer was surprised. Two of the hiding places were gone and the man was not the least bit angry. It terrified him, and one quick glance at David's face said the same. Why wasn't he reacting?

He walked into his father's room. It had been changed to look like a children's room, but he noticed the fittings were the same. He went over to a vent in the wall and was easily able to pry it open; he then stood back and left room for the men to bend down. Larry looked at him as he kept his hands behind his back and his head down, trying to seem as unassuming as possible. Spencer watched as the man pulled a container from the wall and opened it. He flicked through everything once, then again. On the second search he pulled out a page and was smiling.

"Well?" Donny asked.

"Got it." He held up the paper wielding the bank's name and crest. He turned to Spencer "I knew you were lying, you little shit."