Ok, now I'm on a roll. So, here we go.

Artemis adjusted the blankets around M'gann in a bed at the infirmary. The Martian was breathing easier, but she still had a high fever and her lucidity was only about eighty percent. The epipen had helped, but M'gann still needed to get to the medical bay at Mt. Justice. She had been there for a night and Connor had only just left her less than hour ago.

"How is she?" Wally asked quietly. Artemis shrugged.

"For now, she's stable. When she's awake she takes more medicine, but it won't hold it off forever. The counselors believed the story that she wandered off under the influence of an allergy-induced fever and they're letting me stay here with her." Artemis rubbed her eyes. "I guess they figure that at least here they can keep an eye on me so I don't run off." Wally sat awkwardly by her in a chair.

"When was the last time you had a good night's sleep?" Wally rubbed her shoulder. Artemis smiled wryly.

"The night before M'gann went missing."

"Maybe you should go. I'll watch M'gann for a few hours while you sleep." Wally said softly. Artemis shook her head.

"No, I'm staying, I'll be fine." Artemis said stubbornly. Wally thought about arguing but decided not to as Artemis slipped her hand into his and laid her head on his shoulder. "I was so worried, and scared for her. Is that...is that how you felt when I was taken?" Wally thought for a minute.

"Yes, and no. I was scared for you, sure. But I was also kinda...scared for me too." Wally rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. "I was afraid I'd never find you or I'd only find you after it was too late. I don't know if I could have lived with myself."

"But you did find me." Artemis yawned sleepily. She was so relaxed around the red head, and she felt her eyes closing.

"You should sleep." Wally whispered.

"No. I don't want to." Artemis mumbled. Wally smiled.

"Then just rest your eyes. You'll feel better." Wally felt her nod on his shoulder. Minutes later she was asleep. "Goodnight, beautiful."

"You two...so cute." M'gann mumbled as she opened her eyes. Wally raised an eyebrow.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" He asked gently. M'gann's eyelids closed again.

"Yes. Take care of her." M'gann passed out again. Wally turned his head slightly to get a glimpse of the girl sleeping on his shoulder.

"I will. Always."

Connor, with a lot of persuasion, was sitting with Kaldur, Dick, and Zatanna near the little hole where they had found M'gann. He wanted to catch her kidnapper and he knew he was needed here. Plus, he needed to blow off some steam and he thought he could find just the person to take it.

"How long until he shows up?" Connor asked Kaldur.

"I do not know. And we do not know that we are after a man." Kaldur patiently pointed out. He was unsure if finding M'gann had made Connor less dangerous...or more.

"I don't know about that, Kaldur. I mean, most of the signs point towards a man. The strength needed is more indicative of a male, as is the way he chooses to kill." Dick pointed out.

"What do you mean?" Zatanna asked.

"Generally, a woman is more likely to go for a more passive method of murder such as poisoning or other passive methods. Also, whomever it is must be fairly well-educated to elude capture for so long, and many of these "accidents" took a lot of planning to set up." Dick sounded like Batman. Or a psychology textbook.

"It is also possible that the killer is a woman who is mentally unhinged. There have been cases of that." Kaldur pointed out.

"I don't care who did it. I'm going to stop them." Connor said loudly.

"I'm guessing the League has noticed something's wrong by now." Zatanna said quietly. Raquel had gone on a search for anything that could be used to contact the League.

She was right. Someone at the League had noticed. Martian Manhunter had felt his niece's distress faintly, and he had gone to talk to his leader.

"Are you certain?" Batman asked from behind his cowl.

"Yes. My niece was recently harmed, and for awhile all I could feel was pain from her. Pain and darkness." Martian Manhunter, though he wasn't trying to read his friend's thoughts, could still sense his emotion sometimes. "I can feel that you too have misgivings about their current mission."

"There was no radio-silence order, but Robin has not contacted me in days. None of them have contacted me or their respective mentors. I don't want to barge in on their operation and make them think I don't trust them. But we cannot wait much longer." They both worried about the team when they didn't hear from them. It never seemed to end well. "They get one more day to contact us before we step in." Batman said sternly.

"We cannot blow their covers." The alien reminded Batman.

"We won't." Batman scowled and returned to his work. Dick, you better have a good reason for leaving us in the dark.

Artemis stirred slightly on Wally's shoulder so he picked her up gently and moved her to another one of the beds. He needed to go for a run, but he didn't want to leave M'gann alone so he started pacing. Raquel stepped inside just as he was about to sit back down.

"Hey, I didn't find anything useful so I' thought I'd check on M'gann. You look terrible." She said in true Raquel fashion. "You need to get out before you vibrate through the floor."

"Thanks, I do need to get out. Can you...?" He gestured to the sleeping girls.

"Yeah, I'll watch them. Don't worry." She smiled. "Now go. M'gann and your girlfriend will be safe with me." Wally blushed and stumbled outside.

He started jogging, and decided that he'd go join the rest of his team in the woods for a moment, and then maybe go look for the edge of camp. He was jogging, meaning running at a pace slower than his regular run but faster than most people run. He decided to take a longer way and he entered the woods at the far side of camp. He could hear the half-hearted sounds of the other campers at their activities. Most of them were scared, but they had nothing better to do. Wally was distracted for a moment as he ran, so he didn't see the thin tripwire until it was too late. When he tripped, his speed sent him flying into a tree where he smacked his head.

As he lost consciousness, he heard footsteps.

Wally had a pounding headache. Great, Artemis was going to a have a field day with this. I can't believe I fell again. He tried to sit up and bumped his head again. "What the..." Then it dawned on him. He was in a box, a box big enough for him to rotate a bit and sit up a few inches with four or five inches on each side. He did a few mental calculations and decided he had maybe twelve hours of oxygen left.

Maybe less.

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