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**WARNING: STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT AND LANGUAGE! You Are Warned**

"From childhood's hour I have not been, As others were; I have not seen, As others saw; I could not bring, My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken, My sorrow; I could not awaken, My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone."

From "Alone" by Edgar Allan Poe

Moving around the room, Adrienne made sure the camera was set where it would be able to get everything caught on tape. After spending much of the afternoon out collecting what she felt she needed and could use, she'd returned to the building, finding Horatio sleeping once again in his chair. Waking him with ice cold water, she'd then beaten him once again with the pipe and a board she'd purchased during her outing.

Now, with the night coming on, she planned on giving him what he was begging for now, and would let all the world see. Walking back over to the table, she glanced at him as he slumped over in the chair, blood pouring from a head wound she'd given him with the pipe. Preparing the syringe, she then set it aside and walked over to him. Kneeling down, she moved the towel, exposing him for all to see and looked up at him.

"It's almost time for you film debut, Horatio. You and I are gonna have a lot of fun with that."

The sound of her voice sent shivers down his spine and he could feel his body quivering out of need. The pain had been insurmountable, but through it all he could only think about what she was going to bring him. The pain led to numbness and numbness led to darkness, a place he found he rather be now. It was in that darkness that all that he'd been inflicted upon disappeared and there was nothing but a perceived buoyancy, a feeling he never wanted to leave.

Looking up through a swollen eye, he smiled wearily, his voice small and detached, "You…you're going to give me what I need, Adrienne? I really need it."

"I am…and everyone will be able to see what you are, Horatio. They'll see the broken shell of a man that you've become." Standing up and going to the video camera, she turned it on and then got the syringe. Going back to him, she kneeled down again and smiled, "And come tomorrow, your little blond will see your true colors." Moving so the camera had a good view of what she was doing, she slipped the needle under his skin and administered the heroin.

Finishing, she stood back up and smiled, "In a few minutes, you'll be feeling good again."

The rush was almost instant and he exhaled contently as his eyes slid shut. The merciful wave flushed through him and the pain tapered off as his head lulled, a smile coming. He concentrated on keeping himself calm to allow the potency of the drugs to remain, a chuckle coming. Shaking his head, he also felt the emergence of emotion and he began to cry before slipping back into a soft laughter.

When he was able to lift his head, he licked his cracked lips and shook his head, "I'm feeling better, Adrienne. Thank you."

"I'm sure you are…" she replied as she went over, getting the pipe. Picking it up, she tilted her head, seeing his blood on it. Smiling some, she turned and went back to him, not saying a word. As he looked up finally, she swung hard, catching him across his chest and upper arms.

The pain took his breath away and he slumped as he coughed heavily adding to more pain. He couldn't be sure, but with every breath he took his ribs screamed in protest. The sounds of his bones cracking under her swing had become something of a normal occurrence one that wasn't muted by the drugs.

His chest heaved and he shook, his naked body shivering from the water and lack of warmth in the building. The more time he spent in the chair, the more he knew that his time was becoming short and he had began to dream of the end. When not bogged down with the drugs and laced with pain, he dreamt of the moment his heart would stop beating and the absolute peace that would come with it. He longed for it now more than ever, and it was seeming like he was closer than ever to death.

Taking five more swings at him, Adrienne then dropped the pipe at her feet and went over, lifting his head by his hair. Looking down at him she smirked and bent down, whispering into his ear and looking towards the camera, "Say goodbye to blonde, Lieutenant. Cause after tomorrow, she'll never see you alive again."

Horatio felt the surge of emotion once more and then turned his head towards Adrienne even as she held his hair tightly in her hands. The minute pain was nothing compared of what he suffered from and he smiled, "You're going to kill me."

"Tomorrow I will…but tonight…tonight you and I are going to have some fun of our own." Reaching down, she took his cock in hand and began to stroke him and whispered in his ear again, "Now it's time for pleasure, Horatio."

"Pleasure," he whispered breathlessly as she stroked him more. His eyes closed slowly and he smiled, his words slurring more, "You…give me…so much." He could feel himself becoming aroused, despite the pain it brought about and he then looked to her, "You…took…care of me."

Shaking her head, Adrienne smiled and raised a brow, "No…I didn't, Horatio. I lead you on. I followed you to that bar from your hotel. I was the one that was calling you while you were fucking the blond."

Horatio's mind filled with a million images and he glanced away from her as confusion set in. He barely remembered the bar, but he did remember the fight and before that, a phone call. Shaking his head, he sighed, "She doesn't want me now. She's never going to want me."

"She's with someone else now, Lieutenant. I'm sure she's fucking him by now," Adrienne replied as she continued to stroke him. Glancing to the camera, she smirked and whispered again to him, "She used you…she never wanted you. You were just a toy to her."

"A…toy," he moaned. His body warred with his emotions and his head dropped as his heart seemed to ache, wanting something to stop it. He looked to her and pleaded, "Stop it for me, Adrienne. I need more."

"Relax, Horatio…feel what I'm doing to you now. Take pleasure from it," she purred as she firmed up her grip some and she stroked his cock. "Enjoy what I have to offer."

Closing his eyes again, he sighed and relaxed, allowing her the use of his body. He could feel himself becoming more and more aroused, looking at Adrienne, "Make me feel better, Adrienne."

Moving slightly, her lips went to his, kissing him softly, his cock becoming more erect in her hand. Licking at his lips, she slipped her tongue into his mouth when he parted his lips, taking control of the kiss and running her thumb over the tip of his cock to stimulate him more.

Wishing that he could do more, he flexed his hips into her fist as she dominated the kiss. Parting for air, he looked to her, "Need you, Adrienne." At her increased pace, he could feel his heart thumping wildly in his chest and bit his lip more.

"Not for much longer you won't," she said as she moved in front of him. Kneeling down between his tied legs, she looked up at him and then slipped the head of his cock into her mouth. Teasing the tip with her tongue, she then went down on him fully, taking every inch of him down.

Horatio's head lulled as he groaned. He wanted to thrust, the feeling of her purring around his erection sending him into a deeper euphoric state. He looked down at her as she suckled and winced at the pain that his pleasure was causing. "Adrienne…"

Bobbing her head up and down on him, she then slipped him from her mouth and stood up. Keeping her eyes on him, she lifted her shirt, taking it off and tossing it to the side. Giving him a smile, she then reached around behind her, taking off her bra and let it fall to the floor. Rubbing her hands over her large breasts, she then slipped then down to her shorts, hooking her thumbs into the waist band and slipped them down. Once they were off and she was completely naked, Adrienne moved over to him and turned, taking a seat in his lap.

Leaning back against him, she continued to rub her breasts, "Tell me what you want, Horatio."

Desiring to touch her, he whispered, "You. I want you." Thrusting his hips up more, he gasped as her sex gripped his cock. Unable to do anything, he begged, "Let me touch you, Adrienne." Her body moved sinuously over his and he could feel her heat under him enticing him even more. "I…need…to touch you."

"No…" she purred as she sat up and reached down, taking a firm hold of him. Positioning herself over him, she slowly slid down onto him, closing her eyes as he began to fill her. Once he was sheathed inside her, she laid back against him again, "God your cock feels so good, Horatio."

The need to touch her grew and as she began to lower herself on him slowly, Horatio groaned, his eyes sliding shut. He bit his lip even more, the sensations overwhelming him. The high that she had provided him with cloaked him and he smiled and laughed at the feeling of being unable to control the situation. Her body felt safe and warm, inviting him to lose himself completely within her. No matter what she'd done to him before this moment, he would not trade it for anything else in the world.

"Adrienne…please…"

Swirling her hips some, Adrienne reached back with one hand, caressing the side of his head as her other kneaded her breasts. Moaning some, she whispered, "Tell me what you want."

"You," Horatio responded on a breathless whisper. Her body was relentless, the feel of her sex engulfing his cock becoming mind numbing. A corresponding groan emitted from his lips and he gasped as she began to increase her pace, wracking his body. The wounds that she'd given him had now begun to scream in protest and as she began to slam herself on to him, the tears began.

Riding him hard, Adrienne dug her nails into the skin of his arms, using them for leverage. Dipping her hips, she clenched her inner muscles, and then pulled her body up some, leaving just the engorged head of his cock in her. Without warning, she dropped back down hard, crying out in pleasure as he cried out in pain.

The pain seared through him and he placed his face flush with her back, his breathing coming in shallow breathes. As much as he wanted to be rid of the pain, he couldn't relinquish what she was giving him now. Fighting against the white hot pain, Horatio tried to thrust into her, not getting far in his effort. "I need more, Adrienne. More."

Thrusting her body down on him over and over again, Adrienne felt her abdomen quiver as a tingling sensation began. Knowing she was close, she called out to him, "Cum with me, Horatio…cum with me…"

Her body shifting brought about a swift reaction, his body stiffening as he began to pump his seed into her. The pleasure was misleading and it now lead to the pain that began to cover him from head to toe, his body shivering as he began to instantly soften. Done, he whispered, "A- Adrienne…"

Breathing hard as she laid back against him, her eyes closed as her own body came down from her orgasm, Adrienne remained quiet for a few minutes. Finally settling, she sat up and moved off of him, gathering her clothes. Glancing back over to him, she sighed, "I'm going for dinner and a shower. You'd better rest while you can, cause the pain has only just begun."

The pain kept him from answering, his head nodding slowly in understanding. There was nothing he could do to spare himself the pain of the beatings, his pleas getting nowhere. When he looked up at her, he gulped, the question lingering on his lips before speaking lowly, "You won't forget to bring me something…right?"

Slipping her shorts back on, she looked at him and laughed, "Like what? What do you think you need me to bring you? More drug's? Are you becoming a junkie now, Horatio? Need that fix, do we?"

Horatio licked his lips, his expression turning to worry as he looked to her. He could feel the need clawing at him, yet he wanted to deny the addiction that had firmly gripped him. There was no denying that he desired that which he despised. His voice was ragged and strained as if on the edge of exploding emotion, "I need it, Adrienne. You won't forget, please tell me you won't forget."

Finishing up dressing and letting his pleas fall on deaf ears, Adrienne the grabbed her purse and went over to him, "Why don't you think about little blonde…and how much she hurt you. How she's probably in bed right now with that other guy, fucking his brains out…and not worrying about you. She never loved you, all she was doing was using you. Think about that for awhile."

The thought of Calleigh and Speed entangled in her bed caused him to moan, the pain far worst than anything physical and he shook his head as it dropped, his words becoming more woeful, "I need them to take away the pain. Adrienne, please don't let me hurt."

"You're gonna hurt…just like Christopher hurt. You're nothing…you're pathetic. No woman would want you." Grabbing his hair and pulling his head back for him to look at her, she sneered, "You don't deserve to be happy or to live."

"Then let me die, Adrienne. Let …me…Let me die," Horatio pleaded. He felt the truth deep inside and he began to weep, his heart breaking at the sham his life had been. "Please…kill me."

Smirking, she roughly let go of him and walked away, "You deserve to suffer, Horatio."

"Adrienne!" Horatio bellowed as she continued to walk away, leaving him. The door opened and closed with an ominous slam, cloaking him in silence. It was when he was alone that thrust him into the madness even more and now with the words that Adrienne had spoken drifting in his head, he descended even further into the pit of despair.

Coming in from the last knock and talk, Walter exhaled roughly as he gave a glance to Tripp, the exhaustion becoming very evident in even the Texan's eyes. Since Horatio's disappearance, everyone had pitched in and done their part, but it was the team that went beyond the call of duty. Walter could suspect that he'd gotten less than five hours of sleep in the span of three days, but that didn't matter, only finding his LT mattered and he wasn't going to stop until he did. It was the least he could do, especially for the fair treatment Horatio had given him when he joined the day shift. He would be forever indebted to the red head for that.

As the two men walked down the corridor, Walter glanced into the break room to see Calleigh and Tim sitting on the couch together, their eyes affixed to the television screen. He'd never seen Calleigh so haunted before, the light that was hers solely was markedly absent and it troubled him deeply. He was so used to the smile that she'd been wearing but to see her visage now, he scarcely believed that there was one in the first place. His eyes took in the protective stance that Tim had taken with her and a sliver of relief rushed through him. At least, if something had happened to Horatio, she would have someone to support her.

Stopping at the door, he gestured to Tripp, "Hey, I'll meet you in the layout room, Tripp. I just wanted to stop in and speak."

"Alright…" Frank breathed out, "I'll be fillin' in Jesse with what little we got."

"Alright." Pushing his way through into the break room, Walter managed a light smile as he cleared his throat, garnering their attention, "Now, if someone would've told me you were coming in, we'd thrown a party for you guys. What's been up?"

Tim looked to Walter and smiled as he stood, extending his hand to the bigger man, "Just looking out…just in case." Glancing to Calleigh, he then retained his focus and sighed, "It's hard to do anything when you haven't heard anything. Speaking of…did you guys find anything usable?"

"Very little, but we have some promising tidbits. You game to come to the layout room?" Calleigh stood almost instantly and Walter looked at the both of them and nodded, admitting to himself that they were a good looking couple, but there was just that special something that Calleigh was missing. Shaking himself out of his stupor, he turned to the door, "Maybe we can run through with what we have and see exactly where we are."

"Moving in front of Tim, Calleigh headed towards the door, wringing her hands in front of her, "Walter, as a APB been put out on Adrienne McIntyre yet?"

Tripp took care of that before we left for the knock and talks, and we put one out for H as well. Just in case, you know."

Nodding, the three of them walked together towards the layout room. Feeling Tim's hand at her lower back, she glanced up at him and then looked back at Walter, "Has anyone tried tracking down her bank yet? Maybe tacking down activity on her credit cards if she has any?"

"We've been working those angles, Cal. We just haven't had a chance to put everything in perspective. Jesse's going to walk us all through it and put things in context to see where we stand."

Coming to the room, Calleigh waited as Tim opened the door for them and then went through. Seeing Jesse, Frank and Ryan around the table, she nodded to them and took in a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for what they'd found. Noticing the papers and photo's laid out on the table, she stayed back, not wanting to compromise the case.

Jesse nodded to Tim and then to Calleigh as she stood back, keeping her hands clasped in front of her. When everyone was settled he started with the file in front of him, "While Tripp and Walter were out , I took the liberty of acquiring Adrienne's bank records. It seems that she's had a substantial amount in there since her grandmother passed. She probably inherited it, and that is problematic. It's allowed her to be able to live any type of lifestyle she wanted. Comfortably."

Passing the file down, he continued, "I also went deeper into her real estate holdings and found that she does own her home, but the three other locations had been sold off."

"Two, Cowboy," Frank added in. "The one over on Gardner Street…it's abandoned and locked up tighter then a tick. The neighboring business said they haven't seen anyone there in years. One said a year ago they saw a young woman comin' and goin' there for awhile, but couldn't make a positive ID on Adrienne."

Tim glanced to Calleigh and reached for her hand and then squeezed, giving her a comforting nod. Returning his attention back to the layout, he sighed, "So is there anything saying that this could be the place? If it's out of the way, it's the perfect place to hold someone."

Frank shook his head, "There's a lot of business that are still open all around it. We checked it out though from the outside…locked up tight and didn't look as if anyone had been there. And all we found in the alley behind it was a bunch of trash and a couple homeless people. They hadn't seen anything though."

"So what about the other locations? I know they've been sold, but perhaps Adrienne's had access. Did you check the other three out?" Tim shook his head and then gave the information a perusal, "Have you checked her family history? Maybe she sold some of these locations to family."

"Both her mother and father are deceased. No siblings and we haven't been able to track down any other relatives," Ryan added as he laid out the paperwork he'd brought.

"And we talked to the other business's…they haven't seen or heard from the McIntyre's since they bought the properties," Frank said as he looked over Tim.

"There's gotta be somewhere," Tim said as he looked to Calleigh. The news wasn't as heartening as he thought it would be. Looking to Jesse, he asked, "She doesn't have anything else in her name, her grandmother's name?"

"We're trying to secure a warrant for the residence. As soon as we have it, we're going to go check it out…see what we can find there," Jesse replied as he shifted his weight.

"Until then we just wait?" Tim asked as he felt his anger flaring. "Horatio doesn't have the luxury of time."

"We know that, Speed," Jesse said, his voice taking on a frustrated tone. "Don't think we haven't been hitting this from every angle."

Walking into the room, Natalia held up a large padded envelope in her gloved hand, "Hey guys…this was just delivered to the lab. It's addressed to the day shift." Going over and handing it to Jesse, she raised a brow, "No return address…and check out the back. It's a Poe quote."

Putting a pair of gloves on, Jesse gestured, "Let me see." Reading the quote, he looked to Calleigh and then to Tim, opening the envelope slowly. Pulling out a tape, he sighed, "It seems that we have a message. I'll take it to A/V."

"I want to go with you," Calleigh said, getting glances from everyone. "I want to see what's on that tape."

"Um, Calleigh, I don't think that's such a good idea, at least not yet," Walter piped up as he stood. He nodded to Tim, "Speed can go in and then tell you what's going on."

Coming beside her and grasping her hand, he leaned into her ear, "Calleigh…there could be something up there that you can't handle."

Feeling her temper rise, Calleigh breathed out, "Look, Horatio was there for me every step of the way when that bastard had me…I'm not gonna sit aside anymore. I'm going in there."

"Calleigh…" Tim started before seeing her deadly expression. He relented and then gestured to the door, "Alright, but if it becomes too much, I want you to leave."

Giving him a look, Calleigh then headed towards the door with Jesse and the others. As they made there way to A/V, she felt as Tim came up beside her and she whispered, "I'm fine, Tim. If this has to do anything with Horatio I need to see it."

"Calleigh, I'm just saying, if it's bad…You don't need to see that." Stopping her, he looked to her intently and sighed, "He's been gone for several days. There's no telling what she's done to him. I just want you to be aware."

Looking up at him, she saw his concern and nodded, "I know it could be bad, Tim. But I have to know if he's still alive. I have to see it for myself."

Walter stepped out of the door and gestured for them, his eyes steadying on Calleigh, "Jesse's got it cued up. Speed…"

"Don't worry, Walter, she can handle it," Tim said as he placed his hand on Calleigh's shoulder. Pulling her close, he whispered, "If it's too much, Cal."

Nodding silently, they went into the lad and took up a position behind Jesse. Once the door was closed, she took Tim other offered hand, giving it a squeeze. When he started the tape, the image of Horatio came up, him sitting tied to a wheelchair, bruises and blood covering him. Taking in a sudden breath, tears tried to make there was to her eyes as she stared at the screen.

Tim took in a deep breath and let it out, gripping her hand tightly. He had heard her do the same and he could feel her tensing, turning to see her staring at the screen. Matching her gaze, from what he could tell, Horatio was sitting in a wheelchair and was apparently tied to it. The camera was steady in one position and was clear, the images crisp. His eyes remained riveted to the screen as another person joined the frame, a woman. Breaking the thick silence, Tim spoke steadily even as his eyes stayed on the image of her preparing a needle.

"Adrienne McIntyre, I suppose." Peering more, his brows knit and he moved closer, "What is that in the syringe?"

Shaking his head as he watched, Frank sighed, "This isn't good, guys. Look's like she'd already had the hell beaten out of him."

Hearing his voice, tears formed in Calleigh's eye's as they listened.

"In a few minutes, you'll be feeling good again."

Shaking his head, he also felt the emergence of emotion and he began to cry before slipping back into a soft laughter.

When he was able to lift his head, he licked his cracked lips and shook his head, "I'm feeling better, Adrienne. Thank you."

"I'm sure you are…"

Watching as Adrienne picked up what looked to be a PVC pipe, Jesse's brow knit, "This isn't going to be good at all."

Holding Calleigh's hand he winced as she delivered blow after blow, Horatio, for the most part, falling silent. Whatever it was in his veins, it was disconcerting that he was in this predicament. When she had finally grew tired of hitting him with a pipe, he could see her heaving heavily, dropping the now bloodied pipe. No one said anything, but just watched as the images changed. Again, Horatio was seen but now his eyes seemed to be dead and his countance was lackadaisical at best.

"What is it that she's given him? Did anyone hear?"

"No. But whatever it was seemed to help him some with pain," Jesse replied as he continued to watch. Seeing her come back to Horatio and then move the towel, Jesse cleared his throat and dropped his eyes.

Tears began to fall as Calleigh watched, shaking her head at the images as they continued on the screen. Unable to take anymore, Calleigh let go of Tim's hand and turned, leaving out the room and out into the hallway.

Silently, Tim followed, the sounds of Horatio's screams filling him. Dread crept with each step he took and he cringed as the screams got swallowed into the AV lab as the door swung slowly closed. Finding her standing at the entrance to the Trace lab, he saw as she stared at the empty office above it, the rivers of tears flowing down her face.

Gulping, Tim searched for the words to say to comfort her, but couldn't find any. Instead, he pulled her into his arms and felt her body cave into his, shaking violently. Rubbing her back, Tim whispered, "We're going to find him, Calleigh and we're going to bring him home."

Holding onto him like a life line, Calleigh continued to cry, the images of Horatio seemingly burned into her memory. Even with having seen much worse before, to see him in that way had been too much for her. Closing her eyes, her voice hitched, "H-Horatio…"

"He's strong, Calleigh. He's going to need our help, but he's strong enough to pull through this. You have to have faith that we're going to find him and bring him back safely."

Burying her head into his chest, Calleigh wouldn't even look up when the door to the A/V lab opened and closed again.

Shaking his head and rubbing his face roughly, Frank looked at Tim and Calleigh, sighing, "I'm gonna get on the horn and see if we can't speed up that warrant for the McIntyre residence and get one also for that other business."

"Fast track it, Frank. We need to find Horatio and soon." Tim pulled her close and then held her tightly, watching Frank as he lent a consoling hand. "We've gotta find him, Frank."

Nodding, he licked his lips, "We'll get him back. If uh…if there's anything the two of you need…"

Tim shook his head, "Just get the warrant, we'll be waiting for news. She wants to be there when we do find him."

"I'll see what I can do to make that happen," Frank replied and then gave Tim a nod and walked off, heading down the hall.

Taking in a shaky breath, Calleigh slowly opened her eyes, "Tim…t-take me home…"

Giving Frank a short nod, he rubbed her shoulders as he turned them in the direction of the lobby, "Alright, Calleigh. We'll go home." Slowly, he walked with her, holding her close to him, supporting her with all he knew. Even as he tried to wipe the images from his mind, they were seared upon him forever and the faint sound of Horatio's scream reverberated through him, making it just that harder to take that next step.