It seemed as though Lucy had began to tire. Phantom watched as the girl struggled to open the door and then he watched her as she failed miserably to kick it open, even her cast wasn't getting in her way of escape. In the end it looked as though she had admitted her fate. He took her back to the house he had inherited from his parents. It was quiet and remote and was just like his home. He planned to have fun with her before killing her. When he stopped the car he opened her door and dragged her from it and straight into the house. Lucy fought against his grip but he was too strong and was pointing a gun at her. He wanted to make this quick. He struggled with the belt of his trousers as he pushed the girl onto the sofa.

"No...please...no..." Lucy begged but he didn't listen, instead he seemed more aggressive than normal as he removed his mask for the first time. Lucy saw his face. His long black hair, his black narrow eyes and large nose and mouth. His mouth found its way onto her neck as she tried to push him back, but he was too heavy.

"Shut up Lucy" he commanded her and with his free hand he pushed the gun he held into her side. Lucy did as she was told. But then she wandered why. She was going to die anyway. Phantom placed both his hands onto Lucy's hips and then the one with gun went onto her bum. His other hand then grasped onto her breast as she groaned in horror. After he had finished he moved his hand down onto the zip of her jeans and began pulling. Lucy begged him to stop as he moved her trousers down her legs.

"Stop struggling Lucy..." he commanded her but then he did something. He dropped the gun. He barely noticed as he thrust his hips to join with hers. Lucy dropped her hand to the floor and skimmed it in search of the gun as his hands tried to grip onto her pants. Finally she found it.

"Get off me or I will shoot you!" she yelled at him. He laughed for a second and then he saw that the girl actually did have the gun. He slowly climbed off of her and then she stood up, wearing only her vest top and pants. She pointed the gun at him as he raised his hands. Lucy fiddled with the gun, trying to find the trigger. Phantom noticed her struggle and began to advance towards her. Lucy stepped back but only into a corner. He smirked.

"Give me the gun Lucy..." he told her but she shook her head as walked towards her. Lucy shrunk into the corner and pointed the gun, he froze again.

"Give me the gun and I promise I won't touch you...I'll let you get straight to that bastard you call your father" he sneered.

"Don't you dare talk about my father like that!" Lucy yelled and she pulled the trigger. There was a loud noise and then he stumbled backwards and clasped onto his stomach. He looked at the wound and then at Lucy before he began stumbling towards her again. Lucy pulled on the trigger multiple times and watched as he kept falling backwards until finally he was on the ground in his own pool of blood. Lucy dropped the gun by her side and fell down the wall; she clasped her hands around her knees and huddled into a ball before sobbing loudly.

...

It was another ten minutes before Lucy began to go in search of a phone. She kept the gun with her, in fear that the dead man would come back and get her. She finally found one in the kitchen, but the thing that disturbed her the most was the corkboard which was full of pictures of her. Lucy stared at the pictures as she dialled in Lisbon's mobile number.

"Hello?" Lisbon answered, Lucy found herself unable to answer.

"Hello?" Lisbon asked again and Lucy knew she had to say something.

"Lisbon...it's me" she spoke, her voice cracking.

"Lucy? Oh God Lucy...where are you?" she asked her and Lucy sighed.

"I don't know...can you trace the call?" she asked. She was delaying the question she wanted to ask Lisbon. Was her dad dead?

"Cho's on it...Lucy...what happened?" Lisbon asked and Lucy began to sob.

"Is he alright? Please Lisbon..." Lucy sobbed, ignoring Lisbon's question.

"He's fine...he was shot but it only grazed his skin. He's in hospital but he will be fine" Lisbon assured her. Lucy gasped in relief. He was alright. He had done it.

"Oh God Lisbon...I was so scared..." she cried "I thought he was...d..."

"I know" Lisbon said so that the girl did not have to say the word.

It was another hour before Cho, Rigsby, Van Pelt, Lisbon and other agents turned up. Lisbon took in Lucy and then got the paramedics to bring her a blanket to wrap around herself. Lisbon sat with Lucy in the back of the ambulance as the girl was given the trousers she had been wearing to put on. The hoody had been ripped and was therefore ineffective.

"Lucy...did you shoot him?" Lisbon asked her and Lucy nodded.

"I had to...he was going to rape me...I couldn't go through it again..." Lucy said and Lisbon hugged her as tears fell down her cheek.

"I know...I know..." Lisbon assured her. The chance of anything happening to Lucy was unimaginable. It was a waste of time prosecuting charges.

"Can we go and see dad?" Lucy sniffed and Lisbon nodded.

"Once the paramedics have checked you I will take you straight to the hospital" Lisbon promised.

...

Lucy saw her dad lying in a hospital bed. He was awake and his eyes flashed when he saw his daughter come in with Lisbon's arm around her.

"Lucy..." Patrick whispered as she hugged him and kissed his cheek.

"What happened...did you get him?" Patrick asked once his daughter was sat on the edge of his bed holding his hand.

"Sort of...he's dead" Lisbon said and she looked at Lucy, unsure whether to tell Jane that his daughter had shot him.

"How? But he had an accomplice..." Jane said in confusion.

"He shot his accomplice in the car. He said he had served his purpose...and...I shot him..." Lucy struggled to say and Patrick looked at her. Her eyes were almost full of guilt. He squeezed her hand, letting her know she had nothing to feel guilty for. Nothing at all.