A/N Yes, this chapter is part Dutch. The English translation is in () under the Dutch sentence. Wasn't sure what to do with the Dutch part.

Garb50:
Too bad you didn't use your account because now I can't reply..

Alicat:
I'm also selfish when following a fanfic so it makes total sense ;)

It's also really funny how some of you agree with eachother.

You seem to like the Clark, Zoë thing.
You seem to think Patrick is the subject, one of you said Owen (which has me guessing which Owen cause there are two. But I'm guessing the doctor) and that he's secretly a drug dealer.

Warning: rated T for mention but no description of violence/abduction/torture and rape.

Previously:

"Serge, you have to get me out of here fast." Zoë said through their communication.

"Why? Is something wrong?" Donna answered.

"I don't know how long I can keep myself from killing this son of a bitch."

…

"What do you mean?" Donna got no reaction. "Zoë?"

"Na al die jaren." Zoë said to him.
(after all those years)

"Zoë, I don't speak Dutch." Donna said.

"Zoë, lang niet meer gezien. Wat een toeval."
(Zoë, long time no see. What a coincidence.)

"Kira, I need a translator. Dutch to English." Donna told Kira.

"Ik heb hier zo vaak over nagedacht." Zoë had her gun pointed at him.
(I've thought about this moment so many times)

"Zoë, don't do anything stupid. What are you talking about?"

"Je hebt mijn ouders vermoord."
(You murdered my parents.)

"Je verdiende het."
(You deserved it.)

"The subject's name is Patrick Bouwman. That's B-O-U-W-M-A-N. He might have changed his name." She was still aiming the gun at him. It was silent for a couple of minutes.

…

"Patrick, he's wanted for murder in the Netherlands." Jimmy had returned to the truck.

"How much you want to bet it was someone she knew." Donna did not know her parents were murdered. "I'm going to call Greg. See if he knows." She dialed Greg and waited for him to pick up.

"Hey Donna, need any help?"

"Are you back from your call yet?"

"Just got back. Need me to come help?"

"Yeah, but just you. No need to bring your team."

"Just me? What is this about?"

"Zoë."

"Sure, on my way." He didn't ask for more information. She wouldn't call him if it wasn't important.

"Sergeant, wait. You still here?"

"Yes, walking out the door as we speak."

"Do you know a man named Patrick? He's Dutch. Wanted for murder there." It was silent for a moment.

"Why?"

"He was one of our subjects. She alone with him in a room and isn't sure how long she can hold fire."

"You've got to get her out of there, now."

"We're trying."

"Tell her I'm on my way." He hung up the phone.

"Zoë?" She hoped she still had her com on.

"Yes, you going to get me out of here?" She still had her gun trained on him.

"Not just yet. Sergeant Parker is on his way."

"You called Greg?!" That was not what she wanted. "Tell him not to come."

"Just hold on."

…

"Wat ben je van plan te doen, me neerschieten?" Says the man, testing her.
(What are you planning on doing, shooting me?)

"Nog niet."
(Not yet.)

…

"Translator is here." Jimmy said a man walked into the truck.

"Good, let's get him a headset." Donna replied. "We need you to tell us what they're talking about. That's all." The man nodded.

…

"Maar je gaat me wel vermoorden?" The translator did his job on the fly, he could both hear Patrick and Zoë.
(But you're going to kill me?)

"Ik weet het nog niet."
(I don't know yet.)

"Zoë, you don't have to kill him."

"Got yourself a translator?"

"Yes."

"Okay. You killed them Patrick." She continued in English, there was no use in speaking Dutch if they had a translator.

"And you deserved it!"

"Deserved it? Why, because I was friends with your little brother?"

"I loved you and you kept hanging around with Ryan."

"And that gives you reason to kill them?!"

"Yes, it does."

"Zoë who did he kill?"

…

"Zoë, can you hear me?" Donna had given Greg a headset when he got there.

"Greg, I told Donna not to call you."

"Well she did. Want to tell me what's going on?"

"A support beam collapsed. I'm stuck in a room with Patrick."

"How are you handling that?"

"Not so good."

"Do you have your gun pointed at him?"

"Yes, he is a subject."

"Can you lower it a little for me?"

"Don't negotiate me. I am not your subject." He didn't even realize he was doing it. "Are you here to talk me down?"

"No, Donna wanted a little insight on what was happening."

"You told her yet?"

"No, I wanted to talk to you."

"Serge, you listening?"

"I am. Fire and rescue will be here in 5 minutes and they will start working on getting you out of there." Donna answered. A few minutes passed before Zoë spoke again.

"If anyone listening in on this can tell me how I'm supposed to keep all the bullets in my gun, when the man standing right in front of me killed my parents, raped me and slit my wrists, I would love hear it. Because right now, I don't know anymore." Donna was speechless and looked towards Greg who nodded.

…

"Are we sure this man is Patrick?" He asked Donna after he turned his radio off. She nodded.

"He says he did it. And he knew her name." Greg nodded.

…

"Zoë, listen to me. You want a reason to keep those bullets where they are? I'll give you a reason. Me, us. If you pull that trigger you will go to jail, and I don't want to have to visit you there."

"I'm trying, I'm trying so hard. But with every second that passes.."

"I know, I know how you're feeling. I have been there when you woke up from a nightmare. Just give us the time, I know you're trying not to shoot him. Just give us the time to reach you."

"You have to hurry up." She saw movement on her right. There was a whole in the wall. "That's a camera, right?"

"Yeah Zoë, that's right. We can see you. We see that you're standing across the room from him, we see that you're gun is lowered."

"You're talking me down again."

"Sorry, I didn't even notice." Zoë could hear drills.

"That Fire and Rescue?"

"It is, they say it will take about 10 minutes."

"Okay." It was quiet for a couple of minutes.

"What, this is it?" It was Patrick. Zoë, who was looking at the ground, now turned to look up at him. "I've always known you were a coward. But I didn't think you were that weak." The gun was lowered.

"Zoë, don't listen to him. We know better."

"Weak? You are calling me weak? You murdered two people before fleeing the country. Talk about being a coward." She took a breath. "I ended up with an uncle who was a total drunk, he couldn't even remember I was there long enough to take care of me. When I was 18, I left home. Joined the army. I was deployed on my first tour within a year. Everything went okay, it's Iraq. Every day you survive is a good day." She took a couple of breaths. "I killed so many people over there. But I had friends, I could handle it. Then I found myself on the US president's security detail. They abducted me. Wanted information about the president."

…

Donna turned her com off and signalled for Greg to do the same.

"Where is she going?"

"I'm not sure. She's never told me about it this detailed. They tortured her maybe she's proving a point. She's not weak, I don't know. I'm not sure if she still thinks rational." Donna nodded and they turned their com's back on.

"Fire and Rescue says they'll be through in 5 minutes. And then they can start on getting you out."

….

"Gives me just enough time." She looked at Patrick. "They tortured me, they waterboarded me, whipped my feet, my back. It lasted over a month. I survived a month in that hell-hole. And then one day they just disappeared. Left me there to die, no food, no water. I thought I was going to die. And then a Canadian doctor walks in. I'm still not sure what he was doing there, but it doesn't matter, because he saved my life. He carried me out and brought me to their base camp. I was there for a long while, before I could go back. When I got back in the Netherlands, all I could think about was that I left my team out there. I trained, every minute of every day so I could go back. Then, when I got back in Iraq my team died. I was there for a month when we got jumped, There were three survivors. Me, my best friend and another team member. A few weeks after that, my best friend and I went on patrol, we were dropped off and continued on foot. Out of the blue there were two nine-year old kids. They both shot him. I shot them but I was too late. They're bullets had pierced his body armour. I carried him on my back for 2 miles, through the desert. 2 miles before he told me to stop. Because he knew we had another 2 to go, and that he wouldn't make it. We sat in that desert I held him while he died. I felt his heart stop. It didn't last more than 10 minutes. And then I carried him further. We were sent home after that, me and Adam. I lost most of my team, including my best friend in one tour. Two days after I came back Adam killed himself because off everything that happened there. And you call me weak?" Greg had kept an eye on her, the gun was still down. "I'm not the weak one in this room, you are. You have chosen the easy way out every chance you got, didn't you?"

She heard a loud noise and looked to her right to see all the beams breaking and being dragged away. Her colleague's entered the room. "You can take him."

She holstered her gun and walked out. Greg met her halfway. "I just want to be alone." She walked away got in a car, started it and drove off.

…

"Greg, what's going on?" Greg had called Ed as soon as Zoë left.

"I think Zoë's coming your way, can you just make sure she's okay?"

"I will" He hung up.

…

Zoë parked the car and took the stairs up, two at a time. She ran into Ed in front of the locker room.

"You okay?" Ed asked her.

"Fine." She walked into the locker room, Ed followed her in. "I'm going to change Ed."

"Go ahead, I don't mind." Zoë started changing as fast as she could, she wanted to get out of here. "Where are you planning on going? Shift doesn't end for another couple of hours."

"You're not on my team, stay out of it."

"Greg's on his way. He'll be here any minute." She threw her uniform in her locker and grabbed her gym bag.

"I figured." She then slammed the locker shut and walked away. She walked past the desk and ran down the stairs. Ed tried to follow her but Greg came out of the elevator.

"Greg she's going down the stairs, want to follow?" He shook his head.

"No, let's give her a little space."

"What happened?"

"She had a rough day."

…

Zoë sat on a pier, overlooking the water. Phone in her hand. She had been sitting here for a few hours. She had dozens of missed calls. Greg, Ed, Donna.. Everyone had called her, except Spike. She knew he would be calling soon. It took another five minutes for Spike to call.

"Hey Spike."

"Zoë, hey. I didn't expect you to pick up." He signalled for the rest that he got through.

"You can tell everyone I'm okay. I haven't been drinking." She heard some noises. "I'm on speaker aren't I?"

"Yeah, we're all a little worried about you."

"Serge, I can't work the weekend shift." She addressed Donna.

"Didn't expect you to." Donna said.

"Got me on the headphones, I must be really important to you." She didn't give them time to reply. "I got to go." She hung up.

…

It was three in the morning when she arrived back at SRU. She took the elevator upstairs and walked past Winnie towards the locker room. She opened her locker and sat down on the bench. She knew one of the guys, probably Greg, was going to be here shortly. She had a feeling they asked Winnie to call. She closed her eyes and waited for what she knew was coming.

"Are you okay?" She shook her head, stood up and walked towards Greg. She hugged him tight.

"I didn't hurt him."

"I know, you were great." She shook her head and let the tears out.

"I told my parents I would get him. I didn't. I regret every second for not killing him."

"But you did get him, the cops got him. He's going to jail." They stood there for a long time, neither of them knew how long. "Come on, I'll bring you home. You could use the rest."

…

Zoë's alarm went off at six-thirty. She turned around and shut it off.

"Why is your alarm going off?" She turned around and looked at Greg. She kissed him and got up.

"Because I'm going running with Clark."

"I'm sure he won't mind if you skip a day. After last night." Just then last night's events came flooding back.

"No I want to work out. Get those endorphins moving." He sat up straight and looked at her when she went into the bathroom. "You want me to bring you coffee? No need for you to get up." She yelled from the bathroom.

"I'm awake now. I'll go get it started."

…

She walked downstairs and could smell the coffee brewing. He kissed her on her cheek as she walked into the kitchen.

"How long does it usually take for fumes to go neutral or away or something?" She saw the look on his face. "Not that I want you out. I love having you here."

"That's because you love me." He regretted it the moment he said it. He was pushing it.

"True." She smiled at him before grabbing two banana's. "I will see you later today. Have fun!" She took her car keys and walked out the door. She was planning on running there but she didn't know exactly how to get there and her car has navigation.

…

Zoë pulled into Ed's driveway when he came running out.

"Hey, Clark's almost ready. I didn't think you would show up after yesterday. But Clark was convinced you would and said that you would've called him otherwise."

"Of course I show up. I always show up." She smiled at him. "Have a nice run."

"You too." He left the front door open so she could walk in.

"Clark?" She walked inside.

"Living room." She walked into the living room to see him putting on his shoes and Sophie telling him to eat something. She was wearing one of those belts that runners wear, where you can put water in. She had two banana's in there as well.

"It's okay Sophie, I brought carbs. We will eat when he gets tired." Sophie nodded. "You ready?" Clark nodded and got up. "Fancy shoes." He smiled at her.

"My dad said I needed good shoes if I was going running with you."

"Your dad was right. Come on lets go."

…

"Can we stop for a little bit?" He asked after 20 minutes.

"So soon already?" He nodded. "I see a bench at the end of the street. Let's walk there." They sat down on the bench. "Hungry?" He shook his head. She shrugged and grabbed herself a banana. Clark looked at it for a few seconds.

"I'm actually kinda hungry." She handed him the other. He peeled it and took a bite "They're pretty good."

"Enjoy." She waited for him to finish eating. "You ready?" He nodded.

…

They had been running and walking for another half hour before they turned around they had stopped once more on the way back. Sophie was just handing Ed a mug of coffee when they walked in.

"Zoë, you want a cup?"

"I rather have some cold water if that's okay." Sophie handed her a bottle. "Thanks."

Clark came walking in.

"How'd it go?" Sophie asked him.

"My feet hurt." Ed smiled, leave it up to Zoë to work him hard.

"That's why you got the shoes. How much did you run?" Clark looked at Zoë, he had no idea. He just knew that his feet were tired.

"Around 7 miles." He nodded.

"I get why your feet hurt." Sophie said. Ed smiled at him. Clark noticed his mom was making pancakes, he would love a pancake. But he knew he wouldn't take more than one bite so he didn't ask for one.

"Thanks for the water. I got to get going." Zoë got up.

"I'll walk you out." Ed got up to follow her.

"Over an hour is pretty long for 7 miles."

"Your kid isn't in the best of shapes. And we stopped twice, one for breakfast and once to talk. You don't trust me with your kid, Ed?"

"No, I do.."

"It's going to be ok. He ate a little. Be glad. I got to get going. See what Greg's up to." She gave him a shoulder pat and walked to her car.

A/N I have to work in the garden for my mom so just one chapter, and I know it wasn't too big. I have to work from 9 am – 10 pm on Wednesday-Sunday so don't expect too much from me. IF I update it will be short.