Hello again! Here is chapter five. I apologize for any small errors, I had to work super fast to get it here in time. But I did, So please read, review, and enjoy. Thanks!

Ch. 5

Detective Lassiter hadn't noticed dozing off. The lighting in the concrete room was dim, and he had been sitting there for hours at least. For one blessed moment, he forgot where he was. He must have gotten home late last night and crashed on the couch, his slowly waking brain thought. But then his hand slipped under the pillow, and there was no comforting handgun there. Instantly he was awake, his eyes flashing around the room and his hand going to his waist, where there was also no gun. Growling curses to the air, he jumped off the couch. Thank God. There she was, lying halfway under a blanket on the floor. He snatched his baby up and checked for damage before carefully replacing her in the holster. His now very much alert mind remembered the events of the night before, and his police training immediately began to kick in.

Doors, locked. No windows. Nothing in the room but the couch. Lassiter was beginning to get frustrated, when a static noise broke the silence.

"Good morning, Detective! I trust you slept well?" the voice paused as if it expected an answer. "No? My apologies. Now, sit tight. I am sending some men to collect you. Please, try to refrain from shooting them. It is rather hard to find good thugs these days." The intercom had barely clicked off when the locks on the door began to click open one by one, and the heavy slab of metal slid to the side. Two burly men walked in with blank expressions on their faces and each took one of Lassiter's arms. He resisted the urge to punch them in their ugly faces, knowing it would be pointless. There was no avoiding the fact that he was a prisoner now.

They walked down a hallway similar to the one he had taken yesterday, only much larger. The door he was pulled through seemed oddly familiar too… but all thoughts of this vanished when he saw the inside. In the center of the room was a chair, with leather straps fixed at certain points. But even this worrying sight wasn't what had shocked him. On the ground, dropped almost behind the chair, was a police badge. His arms had been released and he sprung forward to snatch the badge and examine it. Now that his face was level with the chair, he noticed something he hadn't before. A chip of pale pink nail polish… like what Juliet had been wearing. And yes, he definitely caught the scent of peaches that seemed to follow her everywhere. His partner had been here.

But before he could demand answers, he was once again grabbed and forcibly shoved into the chair. Swift hands buckled the leather straps around his wrists, ankles, and torso. The detective was a strong man, but there was no way he could fight off these people. For the time being, he satisfied himself with cursing their existences and obscenely insulting everyone they had ever known or loved. But these men were apparently quite attached to their mothers, and a blow to the face silenced him until several moments after they had left.

He was left there, in the dim room, for what felt like forever. But eventually the door swung open and in stepped the man who had greeted him yesterday.

"Hello!" his voice was cheery and bright, as though he were standing in front of his favorite food instead of a man tied to a chair. "How have we been, detective? I am terribly sorry that you had to wait so long, but I had some… business to attend to."

"Cut the crap. Are you here to tell me something important? And maybe while you're here, you could answer a few questions for me. For example, who are you and what the hell is this place?"

The answering chuckle was cold and without humor. "I'm sorry, but for now, I think you'll be the one answering questions. You see, you have some information that I need. Your partner also had it. But she clearly was not willing to help me. And we all know where that got her!" He turned, and pressed a button on a screen in the corner. An image flickered to life, of a cell lined hallway. The view was split in two, so both sides of the hallway were visible. Squinting, Lassiter could see the figures and identify them. On the right side, he saw Spencer leaning up against the bars of his cell. And on the other side, a slim figure who he assumed was Juliet was curled up in a corner, not moving.

"So," the man continued, " I hope you might be more forthcoming."

Even though there was no way on earth he was telling this man anything, detective Lassiter decided to play along for a while. "What do you need to know?"

The man smiled at this reply. "Well, as you know, I was being followed for robbing a house. Inside those house was a folder, stuffed with information strong enough to bring down a government. I need this information, and I know that the robbery was your case. You know where the file is. Are you going to tell me?"

Lassiter finally realized what was going on. He was dealing with terrorists. Terrorists. And they didn't seem to be in the best of mental health, either. "Sorry. I can't tell you that."

The man sighed. "I didn't think so. I really didn't want to have to use my regular methods with you, detective. I'm disappointed." He turned to the door, and two large men walked in. Lassiter was roughly released and his hands were cuffed behind him. "Let's go. I think its time to pay a visit to dear Juliet."

"No." he hadn't realized that he had said it outloud until his captor turned to him with laughing eyes.

"Aw, you don't want to see your partner? I think she would be very upset to hear that. Don't worry, I won't tell her." He winked as his pace sped up. Lassiter stumbled to keep up as they moved farther into the maze of hallways. Finally, in a passage to the right, he glimpsed metal bars glistening in the dim lights. A few more steps and they turned.

There were only two prisoners in this hall, the same as he had seen from the security camera. Neither Shawn nor Juliet had moved, but now the Psychic raised his head. His tired eyes widened in horror and shock when he saw the Detective.

"Lassie! What are you doing here?"

"It's good to see you too, Spencer."

The man in charge rolled his eyes at the banter. "Bring out the girl."

Lassiter immediately tensed up as the first of the two men walked towards Juliet's cell. She didn't move as the door slid open, or as he clucked over to her. The Detective winced as he poked her roughly with his boot. But instead of gasping awake like he expected, she continued to lie perfectly still. His heart rate picked up, and he felt panic began to race through his body.

"Juliet!" he called, hoping she might hear him and get up. But she remained unmoving, and the frustrated man roughly kicked her limp body over. Her arm was splayed awkwardly across the concrete, and her face turned skyward. But the worst part, the part that ripped the scream of fury from Shawn and nearly stopped the detective's pounding heart, was her eyes. They stared up at the ceiling, the bright blue eyes blank and unseeing.

AAH! I'm sorry!

Ok. so after that, I'm sure you all want the next chapter pretty quickly. I am going to have a pretty busy week, actually, but I will try to get it in within two weeks. Reviews speed me up, and I do take all suggestions into account. I'm not entirely sure what's going to happen next, so any ideas have a pretty good chance of being used and are MUCH appreciated!

so until then, farewell.