Let me know what you think of this Chapter. I like the chapter but somthing about it feels wrong. The way i wrote the bad guy before just doesnt seem to fit in this chapter. I changed it around, i completely re-did it but it never seemed to come out the way it was in my head. i know thats wierd but i still think it's a good chapter. So let me know if you like it.

Alexis was crying her eyes out. She couldn't get her dad to keep talking. She couldn't get him to wake up. She yelled and screamed but nothing worked.

"Dad, wake up. You need to wake up." She yelled across the room. Then she heard a door open and close.

"How are my hostages doing?" A voice asked that she recognized as the man who captured them. Something in his tone sent chills up Alexis's spine.

"I thought you left! I thought you weren't coming back!" She yelled then a light flickered on.

They were in a large white room. There were no windows except the blacked out one in the only door. Alexis realized she was tapped and tied to a couch. He dad was hanging from an intense looking contraption.

The man had a hat on and his face was in a Zorro mask. He looked at her dad and chuckled a little bit.

"That's not good is it?" He said and pulled a remote out of his pocket.

He pressed a button and her dad slowly lowered to the ground. When her dad was completely on the ground the man slid a pillow under his head. Then he grabbed an I.V bag out of a cooler. It was a dark I.V bag whish made Alexis think it was probably blood.

"What are you doing?" She yelled, struggling against the rope to get to her dad.

"He's losing blood too quickly. He needs more. I'm going to keep him alive, for now."

"You'll kill him. You don't know what you are doing." The moment the last word left her lips was the moment she realized he was right in front of her.

"Actually I do. One of the many things that I am certified to be is a general surgeon. Trust me I know what I am doing." He spat at her. She couldn't trust him. He was evil.

Almost everything about this man was evil. His voice, his breath, his movements, what he was doing to them. But he had sad eyes.

Alexis hoped and prayed that this guy wasn't going to kill her dad. She hoped he knew what he was doing. He was evil, that was for sure, but something about his eyes made Alexis think, that her and her father had at least a sliver of a chance to live.

"What was that machine thingy he was on? Where did you get it?" She asked trying to be brave. Trying not to let him see her fear.

"I built it. I have a degree in technical engineering." He said proudly, but the evil was still in his voice.

"One of the many things you can do?" She asked. She hated being nice to this guy. He almost killed her father.

"Yes. I'm also very, very skilled with computers. In fact, I've been screwing with your cop friend. She's been running around looking everywhere for you, and me of course. I don't like cops." He said and looked at Alexis to make sure she was listening. "The way I see it is that cops can get too arrogant. Without your father the nice detective would have failed many times and would also be dead. How many times did she tell him how grateful she was?"

Alexis thought about it a minute then just brushed off the thought.

"So wait, you're doing this to piss off Beckett?" Alexis asked. He really hated cops. She could hear it in his voice.

"I like to think of it is more like a test. You fail a test you get a bad grade. You fail this test and you get tons of heartache."

Alexis sat and thought for a while. Then she decided being brave wasn't really working. She decided to be pissed off.

"Why didn't you let him die?" She asked. The question put a dagger threw her heart.

"I have to wait until the deadline. Letting him suffer, though, makes life more fun for me. I let him get very close to death, and then I bring him back so I can torture him again." The dagger was being wiggled around in her heart causing a mess of emotions.

"You're a sick, sick man." She yelled.

"So I've been told."

"Why aren't you hurting me? Why just him?" the thought had been in her mind for a while. She didn't want him to hurt her, but she really wanted him to stop hurting her dad.

"Don't you understand? By torturing him I'm torturing you." He said with an evil grin on his face. "I'm going to let you do something because I'm feeling nice." If you were feeling nice you would let us go. Alexis thought.

"What?" she asked in a *Your pissing me off let me shoot you* kind of way.

"You can write three letters to three people of your choosing. In case you aren't found alive you will at least be able to send letters with you last thoughts."

"Get me a pen and paper and I'll do it." She said. The second he untied her she would attack.

"Actually, I'll write it. You tell me what you want me to write." She didn't want to, but she knew she would probably die and that she could at least give her family and friends a little bit of comfort.

Over the next forty five minutes she poured her heart out into the three letters. She wrote one for her mom, one for her grandma, and one for her best friend. Then her capturer came over with a needle and stuck it in her arm. Seconds later, everything went black.