Erin woke up and glanced at her watch. Based on the light outside the window, and the time on the display, she had slept a good twelve hours, and it was now six in the morning. Her shift at the hospital started in an hour, and she knew that was most likely when people would start looking for her. Sitting up in the bed, she stretched and once more looked around the room to see if anything had changed.

Sometime in her sleep, a chair and a small folding table had appeared in her room, and sitting on the table was a medium sized duffle bag. Frowning deeply, she got out of bed and walked with slightly more ease than the day before, hobbling over to the table and unzipping the bag. A soft, heartbroken, cry escaped her lips when she looked inside. Whoever her captor was, they had been inside her house, as she recognized her clothes. There was enough inside to keep her comfortable for days, and she shuddered a little even as she pulled out fresh panties and a different outfit.

Once she had changed, she pawed through the bag, hoping to find her iPad or her phone, hoping that her captor had slipped up. There was nothing in there, though, that would help her escape, just her toiletries. Letting out a deep sigh, she sank down onto the folding chair and tried not to cry.

The sound of a door opening had her head whipping around to stare up the stairs, every muscle in her body tensing as she prepared to view her captor for the first time. There was a slight pause, and Erin found herself staring at white, slip-resistant, shoes as she heard the lock of the door snick shut. Her shoulders slumped a little, knowing that it would be futile to try and escape at the present, given her injured ankle and the lock.

As she continued to watch, it became clear that she was being held by a woman, as the blue scrubs that she was wearing clung tightly to her curves. The clothes were a bit too tight for her body type, and Erin tried to keep from shaking her head as she realized that even in a situation like this, she couldn't move past being slightly judgmental.

"Oh, good, you're awake."

The voice was familiar, and Erin dragged her eyes up to look into the face of Mary Breslin, one of the ER nurses at the hospital she worked in. A small shiver of fear ran down her spine at the implication of Mary letting her know who she was. Usually when this happened, the unsub had no plans of ever letting their victim go alive. "I am. What happened?" she asked softly, not wanting to set the woman off.

Mary smiled at her, and there was nothing off about her smile, nothing that would indicate that she was mentally unbalanced or evil. "There was a slight incident, and I had to do something drastic. I've been following your story, ever since you were hired in at the hospital as a counselor. Gossip travels quickly, you know, and your story is quite an amazing one. And you're dating David Rossi, who everyone knows is loaded. Which is perfect for our situation."

Erin took a deep breath as she nodded, hoping that by playing into the woman's desperation she would be able to gain her trust and be able to find a way out of her situation. "And what situation is that, dear?" she asked, reaching out and clasping Mary's hand softly, hoping to build a rapport with the woman.

"My husband has decided to file for full custody of our four children. And I need money to hire a great lawyer and make certain that he doesn't get them."

Erin nodded and let her thumb rub back and forth over Mary's hand. "Why would that be a bad thing?"

"He's a homophobic jackass. He left me when he found out that I had found the love of my life. Her name is Cathy Knapp, and we've finally found each other. Lowell just doesn't get it, he thinks that I cheated on him for my own personal pleasure. And that is the last thing in the world I would do. I need to keep my kids!"

A few tears began to roll down Mary's cheek, and Erin tried to check the eye roll she felt building in her. "I still don't see what that has to do with me."

"David Rossi will pay anything to get you back. And that money will go towards hiring the best lawyer that I can find in the DC area. If I play my cards right, I can hire Michelle Thomas and I'll be certain to retain custody of my kids. The mother always wins when she takes their side." Mary reached up and wiped away some tears, and Erin saw that her face had become red and blotchy with her tears. Try though she might, she couldn't find any empathy in her heart for the woman, even though she had almost faced a similar situation.

"Why do you think that David will give you money? He's tighter than my Dutch grandparents." She pulled her hand back and laced her fingers together, setting them on the table as she stared at Mary. "He loves me, yes, but he also knows that he can live without me, now." She didn't really like thinking about the fact that the words she was speaking were true to some extent, since it hurt her heart to know that there was some small kernel of truth there that her mind like to bring up every time that she was feeling insecure.

"You're wrong, once he realizes that he cannot live without you, he'll pay any price to get you back. All I need is four hundred thousand dollars, and I won't have to worry about a thing. Your Dave is good for that, we've been researching and know that he's worth eight figures, at the moment."

Erin felt like she was falling even farther down the rabbit hole as she listened to the woman so casually describe the net worth of her lover. Anxiously, she ran her birthday ring back and forth on her finger, trying to calm herself down, only to notice that Mary was eyeing said ring covetously. "It's just a ring," she muttered, pulling her hands down into her lap.

"If I'm not mistaken, that ring is from Tiffany, and is worth more than I make in a year. Cathy would tell me that I should take it from you to use as leverage. I won't do that to you, though." Mary smiled at her a little. "I don't want to be cruel, really, I don't. We just need to be a family, and this is the only way that I know of to make that happen."

Erin shrugged a little. "There are always loans. Or finding the next best lawyer. Committing a crime to obtain your goals is never the right thing to do."

Mary sighed deeply as she shook her head. "Sometimes, it is. Now, is there anything that I can get you? Were you in the middle of any books that I could bring you from home?" She reached up to twirl a long piece of her red hair around her finger as she looked at Erin.

"I'm reading The Shell Seekers, and it's on my nightstand. And I'd like my phone or laptop."

"Well, those last two are certainly not going to happen, but I can bring you your book. I have to go in to work now, I'll be sure to tell your supervisor that I saw you in the parking garage and you said you had to go home, ill. We wouldn't want anyone to worry, now would we?"

Erin shook her head a little as her hopes were dashed, and she got up, heading back over to the bed. "Will you at least leave me breakfast? I'm starving."

"There's a food chest under the bed. I hope I picked out things that you like. Have a good day." Mary got up and made her way over to the staircase. "Oh, and I left some of my favorite books in a box under the bed as well. I'll see you later!"

Erin gave her a half-hearted wave as she tried to fight off the nausea that was clawing at her stomach. She really was never making it home, and she only wished that she could say goodbye to her David somehow. The moment the lock snicked shut once more, Erin gave herself over to her tears as she stood up and limped over to the bathroom, trying to keep from being sick until she had gotten there. She wanted to retain as much dignity as she could, in a horrid situation.