A/N: I feel dumb, here I was thinking I was separating the paragraphs that would differentiate the different points of view and I wasn't. SO I went back and changed ALL the chapters with break lines! Also, Ilove reviews… and I only have eight. Ouch. I want to know if the story is any good, and I'm one of those people who won't continue if I don't get responses also I have noticed some of my typing is bad. Im sorry.

Lisbon felt as though they had been driving for hours at this point. Her shirt was soaked with her own sweat and it stuck to her back. She was repeatedly shutting her eyes because of the sting of saltiness had begun to bother them. She couldn't help but wonder if her team had realized that she had mislead them, and she wondered if they even knew that she was really gone, or if she was just sick in bed. She felt so horrible lying to them like that… the car jerked to a stop. She heard a car door open and slam, then footsteps. Then the trunk flew open and out of reflex she shut her eyes, but she realized the sun was setting, and wasn't all that bright.

She watched as Smith took out a pocket knife and cut through the tape that bound her ankles. He grabbed her roughly under the arm pit and hoisted her out of the trunk, when her feet met the ground she felt as though her legs had become jello, and she stumbled a bit, but Smith just lifted her and forced her to walk. On quick assessment, it looked as though he had taken her to a abandoned storage unit business. Rusted locks had broken off of the doors, and mold was growing on many of them. He led her to one particularly larger unit which he opened with his other free arm. He shoved her inside and she tripped over her self, smacking her cheek to the floor, surprisingly, the tape on her mouth slid off when she hit the floor; she realized it must have come from sweating in the trunk. She looked over to see if Smith had noticed, if he did he didn't show it. He was making a phone call.

After a few deep intakes of breath through her nose, she was able to also spit the gag out. She once again felt the amazing sensation of being able to breathe. She heard Smith coming back over, and she decided that before he noticed, she would try talking, "You knew Victoria Mortensen."

She heard him stop dead in his tracks, then after a beat he responded "Yeah. I knew her."

She was a little surprised he had responded, but she didn't waist another moment "Did you know she was dead?"

Another beat, then "Yeah. I knew."

"Did you kill her?"

"Not physically."

Now it was time for Lisbon to take a moment, "What do you mean?"

He crouched down and looked at her. Both of them had expressionless faces. "She was a very, very unhappy woman agent, she believed she was living a very unhappy life. I provided her with something that could take her away from all that… so I did. And she was ecstatic. She asked for more, so I provided her more. I don't say know to funds agent, and once I distribute product, whats it to me of how it affects the buyer?"

"Your saying she died of an overdose."

"I'm saying that she died of her own accord… and the only part I played in her death was giving her the final bullet so to say." He stood up and looked out the door, "There questions answered. Now no more, I have to make some phone calls to arrange some final plans." He removed another piece of cloth from his pocket along with the role of duct tape. He re-gagged her and dragged her over to a corner where he cuffed her to another pole, but this time so that her back was to it. He re-bound her feet with the tape and made his way out of the unit, closing the door behind him, leaving Lisbon once again, in utter darkness.