It had been what felt like years but was probably only days of John taking his fury out on him and he honestly didn't know how much longer he would last. At this point he had more teeth missing than not and severe burns along with a raging infection causing hallucinations. He was getting to the end of his rope and loosing hope that help might eventually come. On top of everything else the droop in one side of his face that had just freaked out John probably meant his Bell's Palsy was resurfacing again with a vengeance. The stress and weakened state of his body is more than likely what allowed the condition to resurface.

"I'm gonna have to call my shoe maker after this..." he whispered to himself as he looked down at his muddy, Italian leather boots, that looked like they were falling apart and one was even missing after John took it off to electrocute him again.

At this point Dave could barley speak because of the tooth abscesses in his mouth from lack of proper treatment. It felt like a gnawing and shooting pain through a few of his teeth, that were still there, from infection. Honestly there wasn't many methods of torture left for John to use of him, he was missing most teeth and a few finger nails, both his knee caps were broken, both hands had infected stab wounds, his arm had been dislocated and several ribs were cracked or broken along with his already broken nose.

Rossi suddenly heard the sink upstairs turn on and a shutter went down his back at what that could mean. The only things John had left were water boarding him, burning him, and... Dave didn't even want to think about the last one. He would very much like to keep that part of his anatomy intact.

The sink stopped and the sloshing of a bucket could be heard up stairs before that terrible door opened once more and his tormentor entered. With him was a tub of ice water, so maybe it was the hose and not the sink he heard. John without a word set it down in front of David and he had a sinking feeling that he had forgotten near drowning as a method of torture. In Rossi's state he wouldn't be able to fight him either.

"All right agent I'll ask you once and if you don't tell me what I want you will get the wonderful experience of near death" John told him before lifting his head by his hair ruffly. "Who is Derek Morgan?"

"Why?" Dave rasped.

"Because Davie boy, he's the wild card and I really don't like wild cards in my game."

"Go fuck yourself"

"hmmm...maybe later. Right now I'm going to enjoy watching you squirm" he cut Rossi loose and dragged his limp body across the floor to the plastic tub, resting his head on the edge. "Last chance, tell me who Derek Morgan is."

"Go. Fuck. Yourself."

"Fine" was all the Unsub said before dunking Dave's head in the water and holding him there for thirty second before letting him back up for air. "What were you saying Mr. Rossi?"

"Screw you"

Without another word he dunked him back in the freezing water for another twenty seconds. Once Rossi's head was back above water he let him rest there for a moment not wanting to kill the man quiet yet. "Well since you don't want to talk were going to try something else" he rolled Dave onto his back on the floor and held him down, bringing out a towel and securing it to Dave's face. He then tipped the tub over letting the water rush over Rossi for a while before letting the man breath once more.

"I can do this all day agent. I just so happen to have today off," John said a little too cheerfully. He got up and dragged a now drenched and unconscious Rossi back to the chair and tied the older man back up. "Damn Marines are so stubborn" he muttered to himself before heading back upstairs to get ready, his next option to get the Agent to talk would bring some heat.