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Chapter 4

When Ivy looked up she could hear Adam cursing and screaming at the top of his voice as she stowed the note safely away again. Looking up she saw Adam's broken saw trying to cut through his chains. He flung the now useless blade blindly in his rage, nearly hitting Ivy and smashing a piece out of the mirror. Ivy dropped the note she was trying to smuggle away as the hacksaw was flung above her head and brought her hands up to shield herself letting out a cry of indignation. Adam's rage at his own entrapment had brought him to his knees as he stared at the floor in misery. Lawrence looked back casually before smugly carrying on with his own sawing.

"Fucking watch it Adam, that thing nearly hit me." Shouted Ivy angrily, her arms now wrapped around her body. Adam looked up at her with teary eyes before looking at his broken saw lying a couple of inches away from her and then back at Ivy.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry Ivy." He whispered holding a hand out to her, he seemed to be giving up all hope of ever getting out of the bathroom. A pang of sympathy went through Ivy and she gently got to her feet and came to sit beside Adam, his head in his hands.

"It's alright." She reassured in what she hoped was a soothing voice, the kind she used when they practised interrogating some types of suspects and witnesses. She gently laid a hand on Adam's shoulder and he tensed at the contact and looked up into her eyes, they really were quite startlingly blue Ivy noted. Adam put a tentative hand over the one Ivy had on his shoulder, before giving her another of his small smiles.

"Thanks." He pulled the chain a little closer towards them, inspecting it. "It didn't even make a dent." He moaned bitterly shoving it away from him and looking back at Ivy.

"I told you it wouldn't, these chains are unbreakable not to mention the thin blade on those hacksaws is as rusty as hell." She turned to watch Lawrence for a moment. "And if you don't stop soon we'll have two broken hacksaws and then we'll be right back where we started." She told him. The Doctor slowly stopped sawing and looked at Ivy and Adam with surprise. He hadn't noticed that they had moved closer together.

Feeling she should get some distance from both of these men Ivy returned to what seemed to be her favourite place to sit and Adam returned to his own pipe. Both he and Lawrence were still out of breath. On her way back Ivy picked up Adam's broken saw and examined it closer when she sat down, she peered at Adam over the top of the saw. She did feel a certain amount of empathy for him. He must be terrified. Lawrence has been ordered to kill him. He is completely defenceless while she, his supposed protector had a knife, a still useful hacksaw and a electric shocking device at hand. It was then she understood the note's message. She had the power to kill both of these men right then and now. She could just keep shocking one of them till they died from the electricity or come at them with her knife, but that would get her nowhere. If she killed Adam then she failed her mission to protect him, but if she killed Lawrence she guaranteed Adam and her own safety, but condemned his wife and child to die.

This time however it was Lawrence who had the epiphany. "He doesn't want us to cut through out chains. He wants us to cut through our feet."

The absolute horror of his words sunk right through Ivy, she still did not know if one of the hacksaws was meant for her or not. Lawrence fully understood the gravity of his situation. "I think I may know who's done this to us."

Adam did not seem to have registered Lawrence's grizzly words but still he asked the Doctor, "What did you say?"

"Well it's not someone I know personally, just...someone I know of." Lawrence seemed to be getting lost in thought as his tone became more and more mysterious.

"Jesus Christ tell us, who is it?" Adam voice increased in volume so much that Ivy winced.

"Last I heard, the police hadn't caught him. The only reason I know that, is because I was a suspect." Lawrence looked at Adam and then Ivy, he held Ivy's dark look as that flicker of recognition passed through her eyes.

"Holy shit, you both know don't you." Deduced Adam at last his eyes darting between the two of them. "You wanted to be on his case didn't you like the tape said." Adam said pointing to Ivy who nodded, "You've known ever since your fucking tape."

"Lawrence is right." Said Ivy ignoring Adam's accusatory tone. "He hasn't been caught yet, and we're his next victims."

Adam sat up, "Victims?" He repeated, clutching his throat with a hand melodramatically. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"He's calls himself Jigsaw. He's a serial killer." Interrupted Lawrence from the other side of the room.

"What?"

"Well technically he's not even a murderer, he's never killed anyone." Ivy swallowed remembering the last case file she read on the Jigsaw killer. "He finds way for his victims to kill themselves and then cuts a jigsaw puzzle piece of flesh from his victims, earning him the name. He's actually remarkably clever." She nodded, confirming every single word Lawrence said.

"You admire him?" Asked Adam, his tone even more incredulous as he stared at them both, particularly Ivy. "He's locked us in a bathroom for fuck's sake."

"I know that Adam I'm not blind." Snapped Ivy, Lawrence held his hands up as if to calm them both down. Ivy backed off first. "I'm just telling you the facts. If you don't want to listen then I'm sure our Doctor friend will gladly elaborate for you."

Adam raised an eyebrow at Ivy before gesturing to Lawrence who sighed. Ivy scrutinised the Doctor. "So why were you accused of being a suspect? I'm sure I would have remembered you."

"I don't really know why." Lawrence admitted, "I was at the hospital. I'm an oncologist and was tending to one of my patients while teaching my medical students when two officers showed up to question me..."

"Who were the officers?" Interrupted Ivy and Lawrence glared at her obviously not wanting to be interrupted in his tale of innocence. "I'm sorry, the FBI Unit I'm under has correspondence with the police. I might know the officers."

"One of them was Detective Tapp and his partner, I don't know his name."

"Sing." Answered Ivy quickly.

Adam perched on the bathtub irritated at no longer being able to follow the conversation, "I'm not following. Why have we switched to taps and singing?"

"Need a whiteboard for the slow learner." Smirked Ivy pointing her thumb at Adam, Lawrence sniggered unkindly.

"Hey, just cause I don't get your wanna-bee FBI crap." Glared Adam, Ivy smirked a little. She was beginning to think that if anyone had a hope of surviving the bathroom with her, it was Lawrence. Why couldn't I have had to protect him?

"She's talking about the Detectives. Tapp and his partner Sing." Lawrence illuminated.

"Oh."

"You know them?" Lawrence asked addressing Ivy as if Adam wasn't even in the room.

"Well, not personally." Ivy shook her head, the trio's words were all blending together again. "But I know about him, I'm sure we both do. He went insane after the death of his partner, Sing."

"Insane eh?" Mused Lawrence, "Thats fits him."

"Tapp and Sing were some of the first Detectives called to examine the Jigsaw case." Informed Ivy, she glared at a piece of shrapnel on the mucky floor. "It's always the same format. Jigsaw leaves a message explaining why his victim, or in our case victims, are here. What they've done wrong."

"I haven't done much wrong in my life." Protested Adam, "Besides take a couple of dodgy photos now and then so I can carry on living."

"And I don't see what's wrong with being ambitious." Nodded Ivy. Both she and Adam looked at Lawrence, wondering why he too hadn't quickly justified himself.

"Look I know why I'm here." He snapped, "Just let me keep at least this to myself."

Ivy frowned at him before carrying on. "Then the victims must try and save themselves, usually before the timer runs out," This knowledge sent another glance towards the clock, "If they fail their game, they die."

"Fucking hell!" Cried Adam, 'This guy's not playing around is he?"

"No he's not." Ivy shook her head at Adam, it was incredible that only now did he begin to consider that they all may die in this room. "We have to play the the rules Adam." Ivy turned back to Lawrence, Adam's constant interruptions were irritating him too. "Carry on with your story."

"So Tapp and Sing questioned me at my place of work and then Tapp held up my penlight. They told me that they found it at one of the traps and that they wanted to take me down to the station. I had no choice but to let them. I called my lawyer and he told me it was best to just tell them my alibi, despite my reluctance, as it was the only thing that was going to save me. It checked out and Tapp drove me home. But first he made me listen to that poor woman who survived's story first. It was hideous what happened to her. That was five months ago." Lawrence finished with harrowed eyes as he recalled Amanda's story as if it was fresh yesterday.

"Amanda?" Asked Ivy in surprise, "You listened to Amanda's statement?"

"I presume you've looked at her file then." Lawrence concluded.

"I...stole it when my boss wasn't looking for a while." Admitted Ivy looking away, but making sure she did not meet Adam's gaze. "She was a patient at my Aunt's clinic."

Lawrence made a non committal noise under his throat. Ivy frowned at the news, as she stared at Lawrence for a little while. Tapp indeed went off the rails after his partner's death but he was still pretty sane around the time Amanda survived her trap. Perhaps he wasn't so deluded to think of the sandy haired Doctor in front of her as the Jigsaw Killer. But why put himself in the exact same position as us? Ivy grimaced as she wrapped a hand around her throat, just thinking about the awful contraption Amanda had been placed in, and what she had to do made her tremble just thinking about it. Another long silence fell as they all pictured what horrors were in store for them if they failed. If the man in the middle of the bathroom covered in blood was anything to go by then Ivy was dreading six o'clock with every fibre of her being.

"What clinic does your Aunt run?" Asked Adam, he seemed interested and had edged a little closer to Ivy.

"I'm not sure really. It's to do with drugs and rehabilitation." Said Ivy, running her hands up and down her chain, the metal was freezing under her fingers. "I can't remember the name, we're not exactly close after she split up from my Uncle, but it has those "Cherish Your Life" leaflets.

"Yeah I think I know it." Adam jumped on the conversation quickly. "Yeah my brother was taken there once I think, but it didn't really help him much." He said with a burst of confidence. "It's near that gas station and burger bar on Elm Street."

"No, the hospital I work at is on Elm Street." Said Lawrence from his usual resting place.

"Yeah my Aunt's clinic is in a way less respectable area." Laughed Ivy as the tension died down a little. Adam opened his mouth before closing it. "I think it's opposite that shitty park on seventh."

Adam turned away going a little pink, "Oh, my bad." He murmured and Ivy smiled gently at him. At least he was trying to make conversation with her, albeit it was the wrong information completely, but a small part of Ivy thought that Adam knew he had been wrong all along and really had no idea where her Aunt's clinic was. The thought made her blush for some reason. "Hey maybe you treated my brother." Adam's voice spoke up again pointing to Lawrence hoping for some sort of laugh or joke back probably.

"I am an oncologist Adam. I do not have time to be dealing with simple overdoe cases." Sighed the Doctor, he was looking at the corpse on the floor in a weird way, as if he was not really seeing it.

"Who's to say he had an overdose?" Spat Adam his voice rising again as he got to his feet, jolting Lawrence out of his stupor.

"Calm down Adam, he didn't mean it." Said Ivy gently, attempting to pull the angry young man back to the floor.

"Of course he did. He means every word he says, he thinks he's so much better than us because he's rich." Sneered Adam venomously.

"She's practically an FBI Agent." Said Lawrence boredly going back to inspecting the blood again. "She's probably on a better wage than me." He said irritably effectively silencing Adam.

"It is pretty good considering I've only just graduated the Academy. And it's only going to get better." Boasted Ivy a little, she was proud of how much she was earning. It was a phenomenal wage for someone so young.

"Jesus, you guys should be able to bribe your way outta here."

"He doesn't want money." Said Ivy, she was starting to wish Adam had been gagged. "Whatever this is it's far more serious than just wanting money."

"And you are sure that it's him?" Questioned Adam. Ivy and Lawrence looked at each other.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Answered Lawrence.

Adam looked at the both of us with fear in those blue eyes of his, he made to advance on Lawrence but his chain savagely held him back. "How do I know you're telling the truth? You could be the one who put me in this room!"

"I see how you instantly jump to the conclusion that it's me and not miss FBI over there."

"Well she's a girl..." Began Adam, Ivy raised an eyebrow at this but was happy to let him defend her, the last thing she needed was to be accused of being the man she knew all too well had placed them in this room. "And she is investigating this man. It has to be a guy! She would have been found out by now."

Lawrence took a long look at Adam, standing there in his still damp jeans and his hands shaking a little, "Pathetic." He sighed before turning away and scanning the bathroom walls again.

"You mother..."

"Adam!" Warned Ivy also getting to her feet in a physical attempt to calm down the hysterical man. She laid a hand on his shoulder but Adam didn't seem to register that it was there, he was too wired on Lawrence.

"Ivy and I are in the exact same position your in, if you haven't realised." Spat Lawrence.

Realising Ivy's touch Adam shrugged her hand off before rounding on her too. "Wrong, wrong." He yelled closing in on Ivy so she started backing up against the grimy wall. "You've got one thing I don't. Information. You know who did this." Seeing red with rage Adam seized the broken shard of the mirror he had broken earlier and began pointing it at Ivy who wished to god that she had that knife within reach. Adam advanced on Ivy, his gaze never leaving Lawrence who had gotten to his feet and was trying to calm the young man down as well. There was a hint of fear in Lawrence's eyes as well. "Now either you telling me what's really going on or I'll cut her with this..." But Adam never finished that sentence, he trailed off as he stared at the shard of glass, examining it closely. Ivy too peered closer at the shard expecting to see her own straggly reflection staring back at her, but she couldn't. She and Adam made eye contact before Ivy swiftly took the shard from Adam's hands and held it up to the light.

"What?"

"It's a two-way mirror." Was Adam's reply. Ivy closed her eyes as she let the shard smash to the floor, turning to stare at the filthy mirrors right behind where her little section under the sinks were. They were covered with that much rank, gross dirt that Ivy hadn't even thought about being able to see herself earlier. She was never really a vain person. Adam ran back to the corner of the room and picked up some shrapnel from his corner and began lobbing it at the mirrors, this time pausing to ask if Ivy would move out of the way. She appreciated the thoughtfulness. Eventually the mirror smashed in fragments, littering one of the sinks with "glass" to reveal a video camera on a tripod casually filming their whole ordeal.

There ya have it folks. One more chapter down.

The plot is thickening and relationships are forming and storming between the three.

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