Hello my lovelies!

I have another chapter for you! Let me know if you are enjoying the story or not.

This story is going to be incredibly canon with the SAW series with added chapters in the middle. It's such a concise timeline as you all know that I can't deviate too much without everything going to pot and trust me it took ALOT of planning!

Chapter 3

Ivy felt her cheeks whiten a little, was it really that serious that she would need to defend herself from these two?

"You alright over there?" Asked Adam, he was edging towards her.

Ivy quickly turned her back to the sinks, hiding the knife from view, "Yeah fine, just found my tape." She told the two men and Adam backed off.

"I thought it was weird you didn't have one." He muttered.

"But how do we play them?" She asked the two and they all fell silent for a couple of minutes, that was until Adam started at the dead body and the tape player in his hand. All of them looked from their tapes to the player. Adam, being the closest lay down on the grimy floor and began to stretch out for the tape player. Ivy who had forgotten about the state of the bathroom they were in was suddenly very glad that it wasn't her crawling around on the floor. Adam was still miles away from the tape player though.

"Use your shirt." Ivy suggested and Adam's head snapped up to look at her.

"What?"

"Your shirt." Ivy repeated and Adam smirked a little at her.

"Well, okay then." He winked and flung it off his shoulders. Ivy shook her head a little, Lawrence gestured for Adam to hurry up. He tried to use the over shirts' sleeves to reach the tape but he was still too far away. Adam growled a little before kneeling back onto his knees. "It won't work."

"Well look around, there must be something else you can use." Suggested Lawrence. Adam started looking round his section of the bathroom.

"There's nothing." He dismissed, throwing his arms up in the air.

"Well there must be something." Argued Lawrence, his irritation rising. Adam suddenly darted his hand into the bathtub intent to pull the plug.

"Wait!" Cried Ivy, Adam paused as if he had been frozen alive. "Check the bath first, incase there's something in there."

Adam sloshed the remaining water around a bit before producing the plug. "Nothing besides the plug. The plug was pulled when I got out. I think it was tied around my foot."

"Why would they tie it round your foot?" Ivy inquired, something didn't make sense there.

"I don't know."

"Well as long as you're sure there is nothing in there." Said Lawrence, it seemed that as long as it was on Adam's side it did not concern him as much.

"Wait, there's a faint glowing coming from down the plughole but there is no way I can reach down there." Said Adam as he tried to slide his hand in, he withdrew it in pain. "Nope way too tight for my hand."

"But what if it's your key?" Ivy asked and Adam shrugged his temper flaring.

"Well I can't damn well get to it can I? So there must some other way." He said with a frown at her.

A silence went through the bathroom, the feeling that something was missing was starting to scare Ivy now. "I don't like this." She whispered.

"I don't think any of us do." Replied Lawrence. Adam had tied the plug to the end of his jacket and was now back on the floor. After a few tries Adam successfully pulled the tape recorder out from the corpse's hand. We all smiled in relief as Adam inserted his tape first.

The tape player was very old and the tape crackled with static until a deep, gravelly voice filled the eerie bathroom. "Rise and shine Adam. Your probably wondering where you are. I'l tell you where you might be. You might be in the room that you die in. Up until now you've simply sat in the shadows watching others live out their lives. But what do voyers see when they look into the mirror? Now I see you as a strange mix as someone whose angry yet apathetic. But mostly just pathetic. So are you going to watch yourself die today Adam? Or do something about it?"

They all allowed Adam's tape to wash over them. Ivy was horrified to think that Adam might never make it out of this vile restroom. He's a voyer? Ivy wondered just how dark Adam's past really was. Did that mean pornography or something much darker? Ivy didn't really want to know right then.

"I don't get it." Adam murmured looking worriedly at Ivy.

"Throw me the player." Instructed Lawrence.

"Hey I think it's me next. Order of the bathroom." Ivy spoke up looking pointedly at Lawrence. Adam smiled at her and threw the tape recorder to Ivy, smirking acidly at Lawrence who glared back at him.

"Thanks." She muttered and inserted her own tape into the recorder, her hands shaking a little. The same disturbing voice echoed across the bathroom, it seemed to crawl up in between the tile cracks and leer out at Ivy. "Welcome Agent Reeves to the case you have been most desperate to be a part of. You have been fixated on the idea of being a part of my investigation team since your recent graduation and now you have the opportunity to see my work first hand. You crave ambition and to always be one step ahead of the game; well part of an agents' training is to serve and protect. And that is exactly what you shall do. Your assignment is to protect Adam, a man who has wastes his days behind his camera. If you do not succeed then you will be left in here to count down the minutes of your own life with Adam's corpse. Live or die Ivy, make your choice."

Ivy lapsed into complete silence, closing her eyes. She knew exactly who had kidnapped them now. She knew how he operated and how most of these situations ended. Her breathing started to accelerate, she had not wanted to reveal that part of herself to these men, but it seemed her kidnapper thought otherwise. The next question was whether or not she should tell Adam and Lawrence now she had information they didn't. It could be worse, she figured. I could have some disgusting death trap on my face or be covered in some flammable liquid. It seemed simple enough, just making sure Adam came to no harm. Speaking of Adam, both he and Lawrence were staring at her, Adam with his mouth open.

"Holy shit. Your a cop?" He asked incredulously.

"She's an FBI Agent." Snapped Lawrence. Ivy mutely slid her badge across to Adam who picked it up and examined her picture.

"Jesus, so you're like a fully qualified female James Bond then?" He asked, he was studying her picture pretty closely.

"Only just and I wish it was that exciting." Ivy replied, running a hand through her dark hair. "Truthfully I haven't even got my first case yet."

"Where did you find your badge?" Lawrence was studying her in a skeptical manner.

"In the sink."

Adam started laughing, Ivy and Lawrence looked at him as if he had lost his marbles, "I'm just thinking; I'm trapped in a bathroom with an FBI Agent and a Doctor. I'm pretty well looked after aren't I?" He pointed happily at Ivy, "And you have to protect me." He grinned gleefully not being able to believe his luck.

"It appears so." Ivy frowned.

"Ivy, throw me the tape player now please." Said Lawrence holding his hands out. Ivy went to chuck it underarm, he was quite a distance away from her now.

"No wait, you throw her your tape." Said Adam and Lawrence glared at him at once.

"Look, we're gonna have to work together if we all want to get out of here. Now just throw it to me." He instructed, if he was a cartoon Ivy was sure his temple would be pulsing.

"She doesn't want to risk breaking it." Argued Adam, "You throw her your tape." He ordered and Ivy had to admit that he had a point. Lawrence shook his head and threw the tape over towards Ivy who pressed the play button.

"Dr Gordon, this is your wake-up call. Everyday of your working life you have given people the news that they are going to die soon. Now you will be the cause of death. Your aim in this game is to kill Adam. You have until six on the clock to do it. There's a man in the room with you all, when there is that much poison in your blood the only thing left to do is shoot yourself." A coughing came from the tape that gave Ivy a second to glance at Adam. He was curled against the pipe he was chained to, hugging his knees looking as pale as a ghost. "There are ways to win this hidden all around you. Just remember X marks the spot for the treasure. If you do not kill Adam by six, then Allison and Diana will die, Dr Gordon. And I'll leave you in this room to rot. Let the game begin."

No one spoke, they were all looking at each other. Ivy's eyes now on Dr Gordon as he slowly began to stand up. People he knew were going to die, most likely his family. They had until six. Did that mean she only had to protect Adam till six? Ivy's memory jogged back to the bullet in Gordon's envelope and then to the gun in the dead man's hand. Thankfully he couldn't reach it as his chain was too short. None of them could reach it.

"You have to kill Adam, while I have to protect him?" Ivy thought it through out loud, Adam watched her with a terrified expression, he edged closer to her already seeking her protection. "That doesn't make any fucking sense." She frowned before wheeling round to face Adam, he was pretty close to her now. It also made sense how she could easily reach both of the men, to protect one and stop the other. She couldn't see Lawrence actually killing someone though, it went against every moral principal in a Doctor's body to take a life. "Then what do you have to do?" She asked Adam.

"Survive." He whispered, and an understanding rippled between them both.

"Give me that, now." Said Lawrence, Ivy looked at the tape recorder in her hand, it did no harm to let him have it. She walked the short distance, feeling a bit like the piggy in the middle while carefully avoiding the poisoned blood on the floor.

"Let me help you with it, I suppose this is what my job entails."

Lawrence agreed, Adam looked a little perturbed. "Don't forget you're meant to protect me." He reminded Ivy looking a little jealous as she handed the tape player to Lawrence.

"I remember Adam. But you are not the person with your family in danger. As I recall from the tape you seem to have wasted most of your life." She retorted as Lawrence started rewinding and playing the tape. An all too familiar sound to Ivy. Adam slapped his mouth shut in astonishment at Ivy's harsh words, she did regret them a little as his blue eyes looked miserably at the Doctor and the Agent and then back around the bathroom.

"Any idea who that is?" Adam ventured again, Ivy knew she was right about him needing to constantly talk. Odd for a man who lived his life in the shadows. "He knows us."

"I might." Answered Ivy.

"Wait of course you do." Realised Adam, pointing at her with an accusatory finger, "Your tape said that you wanted to be a part of this guys' case. Of course you know who did this." His voice was rising dramatically. Ivy didn't answer Adam, she wasn't sure how he took her silence but his lower lip trembled ever so slightly. "Probably a joke right?" He asked the question as if he needed confirmation which he received none of.

"Shhhhh." Lawrence was still rewinding and playing the tape. "Listen, listen."

At the very end of Dr Gordon's tape came a whisper, almost inaudible. "Follow your heart." It seemed a very odd clue to end a hostage tape with. But none the less it was a clue. Ivy felt herself slipping into her detective frame of mind, she felt very alive and in the moment as the trio searched around the bathroom.

"What the hell does follow your heart mean?" Muttered Adam as he met Ivy's eyes. She frowned at how my eyes had instantly jumped towards Adam and quickly looked away. I scanned my eyes over his side of the bathroom and was the first to find it.

"There right next to you, on the toilet." Ivy pointed towards a tiny heart that had been painted onto the toilet near Adam. How ironic that it had to be near Adam she thought cynically. Whether it was simply paint or blood though was a different question. Adam made a face at her knowing he would have to be the one that went toilet diving. He bent down by the filthy toilet seat, it was by far the vilest part of the bathroom as he shivered at the stink that must have emanating from there. Now Ivy thought about it, the whole place stank to high heaven.

"Come on, come on." Urged Lawrence waving his hand in impatience.

"God that must be awful." Ivy could feel the bile rising up from her stomach. Without warning Ivy turned her back on the two men and proceeded to vomit into one of sinks, being careful to miss the one containing the knife. As she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, feeling dirtier than ever and making sure none of her dark hair fell in the sink; she remembered that Adam still had her FBI badge.

"You okay there Ivy?" Asked Adam, trying to stall the inevitable of putting his hand into the toilet.

"Yes, I think so." She answered, straightening up and giving him a watery smile.

"Heh, if you think it's bad over there then come over and smell this." He joked and Ivy gave a small laugh.

"I'm sure it is, but unfortunately I can't reach over there. Where did you put my badge by the way?"

Either Adam didn't hear, or he pretended not to hear as he took that moment to plunge his hand into the toilet. The grimy bathroom was filled with Adam's groans and cries of disgust as he felt around in the faeces before quickly removing it. His whole arm was literally covered in crap.

"Anything?" Asked the ever casual Lawrence.

"No solids." Came Adam's dry response, Lawrence cursed.

"Take off the lid." Suggested Ivy, both men glanced at her and Adam shrugged before getting up and removing it. He reached in and pulled out a sopping wet black bag.

Adam turned to look at them both, "I really wish I'd checked in there first." It broke the tension and Ivy smiled back at both the men fully for the first time, it was a mild success but they all felt proud. It didn't matter too much if Adam still had her badge, she wasn't going to need it.

"What is it?" Asked Lawrence as Ivy settled back down near the pipes. Adam began to open the bag and the ripping sound echoed off the tiled walls. He paused and looked inside the bag before pulling out two hacksaws. Ivy gulped a little as she stared at the ancient looking blades, now it was starting to look a lot more like the previous cases she had looked at involving this guy. She watched silently as Adam began trying to saw through his chain with one of the hacksaws.

"Hey." Adam and Ivy both looked towards Lawrence who had his arms out rudely. "Mind passing me the other one?"

Adam frowned before looking at Ivy, "How do I know it's not meant for her?"

"Well how do you know it's meant for you?" Ivy shot back at Adam.

"It was on my side of the bathroom." Adam retorted, "Of course one of them is meant for me."

Ivy inclined her head, she had to admit he made sense, "Touche." She repeated and he gestured with the hacksaw at her. "I don't really care about the hacksaws to be hone

st." Said Ivy as she leant against the pipes. "They'll never get through those thick chains and as long as I don't have to use one I'm happy." With this knowledge Adam threw the other hacksaw across the room to Lawrence, before stashing the black bag that held the hacksaws in the bath. Adam glanced at Ivy to find her steely gaze set upon him. She narrowed her eyes, burning a hole through his own eyes. He shook his head slightly at her, Lawrence was far too busy with the saw to pay them any attention. Adam held a finger to his lips and Ivy nodded slowly. Perhaps Adam was right to start keeping secrets, Ivy already had one the other two didn't know about. She felt very secure having the knife stashed in the sink, a means of protection just like the note had said and her chain was long enough to reach inside that bath and see just what it was Adam was hiding if the need presented itself. As both Adam and Lawrence proceeded to try and cut through their chains with the hacksaws, Ivy began to inspect her own chain a little closer, it looked like it was solid steel and completely unbreakable, designed to keep them exactly where they were. Ivy's mind flitted back to the key that Lawrence found in his envelope, both he and Adam had tried to use it, only she hadn't because she found the knife. Ivy had completely forgotten about it. That made her frown, why does my chain not have a key if the other two do?

"Hey do both of your chains have keyholes?" She asked seeking confirmation.

"Yeah." Came both of their replies, neither had stopped sawing although Adam seemed to be getting more and more frustrated by the lack of any real result.

"Mine doesn't." She answered and both men paused briefly.

Adam gave up on trying to identify any hidden meaning behind her words went back to his sawing while Lawrence muttered a brief, distracted "Weird." Before he too went back to his own bonds. Ivy rolled her eyes at the two men and went back to examining the pipes. Her fingers brushed a tiny white piece of paper, folded and sealed with a piece of black tape. The paper was stuck to the back of the pipe. In typing across the front were the words "SHHHHHH IVY." Ivy glanced at the preoccupied men before silently opening the note addressed solely to her.

The buttons under the sink links to the electrical charge on both Lawrence and Adam's chains. Remember your tape Ivy. And use this power wisely.

So there you have it. Ivy is armed, ready and the tapes have been played.

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