Heh heh, carrying on with some character building and the like.

Things begin to move between Adam and Ivy :D

Enjoy!

Chapter 21

Ivy didn't end up leaving the hospital till 3:00 in the morning. She had told Lawrence all about the games and how she had been forced to stay in the shadows. Lawrence had listened while treating her lips causing her words to become muffled at times and she would have to repeat certain details through the puckers of pain. The Doctor had also thought about how similar Daniel's unscathed walk out of the Jigsaw games was similar to Ivy's own and had voiced his worries that John had an ulterior plan for the young teenager, however Ivy didn't believe her Uncle would involve someone so young in such risky plans. After asking him immediately about using the hospital phones to call Adam, Lawrence had informed her of how the phone lines had all gone down. The cruel twist of fate smiled down on Ivy and she was twitchy the rest of the time she was forced to spend in the hospital and the poor woman had very nearly walked out. However her job for both the FBI and Homicide forbade it and Ivy didn't want to lose her job so quickly, despite how selfish she felt. She also felt like she couldn't leave Daniel without a proper goodbye. So she and Lawrence both went along the corridor of the private wards to the one Daniel was being treated in to find a familiar man pressed up against the door.

"What are you doing here again?" She asked coldly as Scott Tibbs sprang away from the door at once.

"Hey semi-hot chick." He said with a smirk as he saw the two together. "Heard about how you saved my buddy. You two having a thing going or something? I went round to his apartment and he wasn't there. Now there's crime scene tape all around it." He told her running a hand through his hair in an attempt to be smooth. "Hey Doc." He added glancing at Lawrence. Lawrence gave Ivy an amused look as her cheeks brightened again at Tibbs' casualness. She did like being addressed as Adam's girlfriend even if it may or may not currently be true.

"He's at mine right now." Ivy said knocking on Daniel's door. "Daniel it's me Detective Reeves and Dr Gordon, the man I was telling you about. Is it alright if we come in."

A faded voice gave his consent and Ivy opened the door. Scott Tibbs tried to make a move towards the door, slipping towards it like a snake but Ivy quickly shut the door on his fingers. "What the hell?" He shouted at her as she let Lawrence through smirking at Scott; he thoroughly disgusted her.

"Not allowed." She said turning to face Daniel and threw him an irritated look.

"Oh come on, I'm the lead singer of his favourite band. It's on his fricking T-Shirt he might want to see me, you ever think about that?" Challenged Scott and Ivy looked back to Daniel who was thinking, his eyes closed against the pillow.

"Do you want to?" She asked him gently and Daniel looked up at her.

Eventually he shook his head. "Maybe another time." He said sadly and Ivy shut the door on Scott Tibbs hoping it had hit him in the face.

"This is Dr Lawrence Gordon, Daniel." Ivy introduced and Lawrence shook his hand. "We escaped the bathroom together but I was forced to abandon him to get help, but he managed to get out on his own." Ivy said with a look to Lawrence telling him to stick to the official story.

"Congratulations on surviving." Lawrence said with a small smile as he sat on the edge of Daniel's bed.

"Actually I didn't do that much. Amanda did most of it." Daniel answered getting embarrassed. "I don't think I even had a trap like the others." He admitted and Ivy became interested again.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Well you know like Xavier had that pit of needles he put Amanda into and that Obi guy had that furnace, well we had a look at what was in the other rooms now all the traps were deactivated. There wasn't anything with my name on, just the two I said, that glass box with the razors in; that was meant for the guy who got shot in the room with the safe, a waffle iron type trap that was meant for Addison and a glass coffin kinda thing for Jonas and Laura. But there wasn't anything for Amanda and I." Daniel finished and Ivy saw his confusion still evident on his face.

Ivy glanced at Lawrence who smiled encouragingly at her. "I see what you mean, but from what we know we don't think you were ever a real target." Ivy told the teenager. "It seems you were, bait for your father. His temptation to break the rules and do anything he could to get you back."

Daniel snorted, "I doubt my dad would have done everything to get me back."

Ivy's eyes widened, she hadn't thought Daniel felt that way, "Daniel your father loves you very much. He did everything he could, but he wouldn't listen to what was right in front of him. He was so blinded by his desperation to find you he let it control him." She said, her voice full of lamentation.

Daniel peered at her. "You sound like him." He whispered and Ivy backed away clearing her throat. "Like Jigsaw."

"He did teach her to see what he sees." Lawrence interjected with a look of understanding at Ivy. He too was learned in John's methods and Ivy wondered just what he was helping him with. The meaningful looks completely went over the lost teenager's head. "When you survive you begin to see things in a different light. You do appreciate what you have in front of you. So many people live in the past of the future, thinking on their memories or what they are going to do instead of just living every day as if it is your last. I bet you remember every single detail of that house but not what you did last week." Lawrence finished and Daniel was captivated, his mouth hanging open a little. Ivy had never been able to put into words what she felt everyday since her freedom but Lawrence had just explained it perfectly.

"I'll leave you with Dr Gordon." Ivy said with a smile. Lawrence nodded and she slowly closed the door, glad Scott Tibbs had finally given up. She did not feel like being harassed by him all the way to the cop car she had been radioed would take her home. She knew that without Allison or Diana to come home to, Lawrence would stay at the hospital with Daniel for as long as he needed. He must get lonely on his own now. Ivy thought and made the decision to invite the Doctor out for a meal sometime later in the week and if she was lucky, drag Adam along too. It was about time they all began to get on. Ivy couldn't help but feel worried about what state she would find Adam in when they got home. Would he be angry and fly into a rage? Not say anything and be dismissive? Would he be lying on her sofa casually enquiring why she hadn't bothered to answer him back. Somehow she rather doubted the latter. Finally the serene Detective's thoughts all shattered when she stepped through the automatic doors to see the cop car waiting for her outside, lights still flashing. Mark Hoffman was leaning against the door of the police car. He looked rather dark and mysterious, his large frame resting in a casually bored manner as he checked something on his phone. His hair was falling over his face, concealing half of his sculpted cheeks from her view.

"What are you doing here?" Ivy asked as she hurried on over towards him, peering round to see if anyone else was about.

"It's just me. I wanted to make sure you were okay after what you just went through." He said with a smile opening the door for her to slip inside. She obeyed his request, trying to keep her features smooth. More to check I haven't gone blabbing about anything I shouldn't have. And so you'll know where I am. She thought bitterly as she lent her weary head against the soft leather of the seat. The car door slammed on the opposite side and she threw a smile at Mark who returned it with a worried expression. "I got you a coffee from the hospital cafe while I was waiting too. Didn't know if you needed a pick me up." He said looking a little awkward as he gestured to it. He wasn't making the slightest indication of driving away and Ivy had the sudden urge to check if anyone was in the back of the car with him, waiting with a syringe. She quelled the instinct and told herself she would have to trust him if she wanted to maintain her oblivious persona, however after the ordeals she had just been through and knowing he was to blame for Daniel being in that hospital made her retorts that little bit sharper. She watched his eyes slip over the red handprint slightly visible in the gloom but looked away quickly when he saw he had been caught. He had the decency however to not mention it.

"You didn't have to." She said taking the coffee and taking a small sip. It was a nice, comforting temperature. No he didn't have to go and do this.

"Well you've been through a lot tonight." Ivy opened her mouth and Mark held up his hand, "You don't have to tell me about it, I already know most of the details. Kerry ran in like a raving lunatic mouthing off about everything and Eric's disappearance. It looks like you were right." He said with a dark, meaningful look, covered with a small smirk that made Ivy go back to her fresh coffee. It appeared Mark's feelings for Eric were similar to her own. She was grateful she didn't have to spend the car ride telling Mark all that went on though and was content to spend the ride dozing lightly. Her eyes were heavy and it would be glorious to drift off to sleep, and most likely would have done if it weren't for the errant photographer she was going to have a stand off with soon. Mark however had a different idea.

"That's the second game you've come away from." He said quietly and Ivy nodded stifling a yawn.

"Lucky me." She said with a frown, "Though I don't see why he decided to test me so soon. Why not leave it a while to check if I really had gone back to my old ways?"

"I don't know." He sounded truthful, "It was more to do with Eric though wasn't it? And you weren't in any danger. Perhaps it was more of a warning not to go down the wrong path."

"It was my Uncle." Ivy said at once, cutting over his words a little to see what sort of a reaction she could get. Mark turned to look at her, his eyes meeting her own.

"What?" He asked, his face set like stone despite the widening of his pupils.

"Jigsaw, he's my Uncle. John Kramer." Ivy elaborated, keeping up her act.

"Your Uncle?" Mark repeated very slowly. He gave nothing away except the clenching of his fists, his mouth moved ever so slightly as if to say one thing, before he changed his mind. "Fucking hell. Your Uncle put you in that bathroom?"

"Yes." Ivy said, confirming it made her feel hollow inside.

"And you're okay with that?" Mark's hand shot out to touch her wrist and she jumped a little in surprise before allowing the action. "You don't feel resentful at all, I don't want to remind you but you could have died in there."

"I know, but in a way it has worked hasn't it?" Ivy said knowing the correct answer at once. "I haven't done anything wrong in my job, not that I suppose I would tell you if I did. I like what I'm doing even though it is a little risky, what my Uncle and Lawrence said was right though. After you've been faced with what could be your last moments you really live them, every little second you spent, all you saw. I can tell you any tiny detail about that bathroom even now."

"Lawrence said that too did he?" Mark noted and Ivy nodded.

"It does change your perspective." She replied looking into Mark's blue eyes. "Sorry it must sound weird to you; you haven't been tested." She said a little coldly, remembering that Mark had never been in a trap.

"No I haven't but I do want to understand." Mark murmured softly though his eyes reflected an ounce of hurt at her words. A moment passed between the two of them only broken by Ivy having to embarrassingly stifle yet another yawn and Mark laughed awkwardly. "Come on lets get you home." He said with a smile.

"Yeah I need to limber up for the shouting match that's going to come." She lent against the window the words coming out slightly slurred and she hoped Mark hadn't heard them.

"Why are you going to get shouted at? Your Aunt?" Mark asked and Ivy smirked at where his thought pattern had left him.

"Well maybe my Aunt too, but by Adam." She knew things would get interesting now and they did as she saw Mark's knuckles turn white on the steering wheel. He hadn't bothered to silence the siren and left it blaring out, she knew this was a habit of his though, as it cleared traffic and kept other drivers from being reckless. He always shut it off a couple of miles away from the station so as not to be detected.

"Adam's at your apartment?" He asked and the dark undertone rang through.

"Yeah we found one of Jigsaw's puppets in Adam's apartment with a picture of Eric on it. So I called it in as a crime scene. He was going to move back in that day but obviously he couldn't now. Then I got called in by Allison." Ivy made sure to add a little extra sugar into her voice. She didn't really understand why she did it but something in her wanted this information to aggravate Mark.

"Oh I see." He said, his knuckles still taught. "Aren't you an item now? Eric was saying something about it earlier."

"Yeah he probably saw it on the news." Ivy said, and Mark nodded his jaw set. "But no we're not a couple. They just invented that to make us sound cuter and to make my reasons for treating him on my own more attractive." Ivy smiled at the Detective who continued to focus on the road but nodded once again to register that he had understood her. "You didn't pick me up out of some benign sympathy did you?" She asked hesitantly thinking it best to veer off the precarious topic. It was the first hint of the storm brewing underneath the handsome Detective.

"No I didn't. You don't want sympathy so I won't give it." Mark replied glancing over at her, surprised by the insecure question.

"A little sympathy is comforting." She said quietly with a small smile and Mark laughed again at her mockingly innocent tone.

"You are hardly innocent Ives." He said rolling his eyes yet the corners of his mouth did not drop, "And a lot of sympathy makes you dependant on it."

"Mr I work alone." Ivy said with a smirk thinking of Mark's frequent solitary duties, preferring only to work with the other Detectives when he had to.

"Unless you're available." He quipped shamelessly and Ivy's eyebrows shot up at the suggestiveness.

"I'll remember that then." She finalised going back to resting her head against the seatbelt. "Can we turn the siren off?"

"No because you'll fall asleep and I can't haul you up to your apartment."

"But there's a lift and your strong." She whined closing her eyes and letting her drained mind rest, "You could do it."

"You really want me too though? You don't have a survivor to console?" Mark pushed and Ivy moaned as Adam flashed through her mind once more, she wished he was at his own apartment so she would only have to make an apologetic phone call. She was too tired for a face to face explanation.

"I do." She nodded, "But I want my bed."

Silence fell as Mark thought and Ivy re opened her eyes as her vision swam before her. "Why don't I help you explain to Adam what happened, make it seem more official won't it? And then you can go to bed quicker."

She contemplated his offer, it sounded too good to be true. There was only the slight problem of having a Jigsaw apprentice inside her apartment where they could possibly be vulnerable, a man potentially responsible for putting both herself and Adam in the bathroom. But on the other hand, Mark's presence and strong power would greatly help to subdue a worked up Adam, who might feel a little intimidated. "I would appreciate it. You can get a taste of what he's going to be like to interview." She consented.

They lapsed into amiable silence where Ivy believed she truly did fall asleep as Mark seemed to be outside her apartment rather quickly. She opened the car door herself and ungracefully climbed out seeing Mark holding out a hand, she waved it away and carried on towards the doors where her doorman peered at her cautiously. "Not in more trouble are you?" He asked eying Mark with his Homicide badge.

"No he's a friend from the Department I'm working at now." Ivy smiled and Mark nodded to the doorman, "But thanks for looking after me Carl."

The doorman gave her a wink and went back to his position leaning against the door, Mark looked back at him. "Late to be on the door isn't it? Do you have them 24/7?"

"Uh not always, usually done by about four so he'll clock off soon." She answered pushing the button for the lift, Mark was peering at it with interest before shuddering slightly, Ivy frowned as her eyes caught the shake in his shoulders. "You okay?"

"Just a nasty flashback." He replied and Ivy felt it best to leave the matter alone.

"Hey Ivy." Carl called back from his position by the door as the two turned to look at him again. "I almost forgot, a guy named Adam was looking for you. He seemed pretty desperate to see you, must have come down to ask about you about three times."

Ivy's calm exterior crashed down and she shoved the button a little harder. "Great. Thanks Carl." She muttered a bite in her voice as she pummelled the lift button till the familiar ping resonated round the nearly deserted foyer. Mark watched her, his face expressionless as he followed her inside as she pressed the button for the seventh floor.

"Lucky seven." He murmured seeing that Ivy was situated one floor below the penthouse.

"Let's hope so." The doors pinged open and gingerly approaching her door a way off down the nicely decorated hallway with it's peach wallpaper Ivy knocked. There was no answer. "Shit." She whispered knocking again, there was still no sound. "Adam open up please it's Ivy." Still no reply came from the door, "Adam please, I'm sorry but I'm safe now. It's okay I have a Detective from my department with me." She tried to explain till Adam's voice finally cut over her own.

"Your a liar. She has a key your fucking you idiot." He shouted, his voice laced with rage. "How dare you try and get in here. She's ...fucking missing and your here trying to get an inside scoop on it. If your that fucking Pamela Jenkins blondie again then I'll hit you myself, I don't care if you are a bitch or not."

Ivy sighed, "He won't open it." She told Mark who was staring at the door looking rather surprised.

"I didn't expect him to still be so mouthy." He remarked as he too knocked at the door. "Adam Faulkner it's Detective Mark Hoffman, Homicide. I'm here outside with Detective Ivy Reeves who badly wants to see you right now." Ivy shot him an appreciative look. There was silence again and then the sound of breaking glass. "Adam open it right now or I'll call for someone else." Mark threatened his voice shining with irritation now, he probably wanted to get home too. "This is not even your home..."

"It's been my home for longer than my other apartment is." Came Adam's shaky voice and he sounded nearer, as if he was just behind the door.

Ivy's heart panged for him, she had no idea the photographer felt so strongly about her. "Adam, come on. At least open the chain lock." She reasoned. "I want to make sure your okay."

"You're the one who could have died. I know it was a Jigsaw game even if it hasn't been on the news yet. Do you have any idea what you put me through? I got a nice phone call from your dearest Uncle and you know what he said? He told me that I'd reached your phone and that you were busy dealing with an important 'family reunion,' and to try again later. Well I tried again and again...and again." His voice trailed off and something banged against the door, most likely Adam's head.

"Adam this isn't going to do any good. Let me come in so I can talk to you."

There was a great melodramatic sigh and the door swung fully open. Ivy and Mark both wore similar expressions of shock and slight horror as the pungent smell of tobacco met their nostrils. Mark even took a step back looking slightly nauseated and hiding a small cough behind the back of his hand. Adam himself looked as if he had crawled from out of the gutter. Still in the clothes Ivy had left him in his hair was stuck up at all angles as if he had been continuously running his hair through it all night; he was as pale as the night Ivy had hauled him back from the bathroom and his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot and red rimmed, dried tear tracks still visible on his cheeks. His eyes shone with a fresh abundance of tears when he saw he standing in front of him, his eyes wide as he took in her freshly treated lip and the brightly visible handprint. He stumbled towards whispered "my god" over and over again as the two fell into each other's arms. Ivy accepting Adam at once pulling him close and letting him cry into her shoulder as he hid his face from Mark's view.

"Hey I'm safe, Adam. Jesus I'm fine. I was never in any danger, it wasn't my game. Just playing a part in it, just my Uncle wanting to make sure I wasn't slipping down the wrong path." She reassured him holding his head securely like a mother would to their child, she turned them round so she could see Mark and gave him an unsure look. She couldn't help but feel embarrassed at how he had ended up entangled in her personal life, and also angry at herself for allowing Mark of all people to be the one she was now slightly dependant on to keep Adam's now fragile state a secret.

Adam took Ivy's hand in his own and gently brought his other hand up to run his fingers ever so slightly down the handprint, Ivy wined as his fingers caused her to shudder delightfully. "Your hurt though. Who slapped you?"

"Eric Matthews, the Detective whose game it was. He attacked my Uncle, but the bastard failed." Ivy told him gently taking his other hand as well before glancing round her apartment. His phone was on the sofa where the imprint of his body was still present and the glass coffee table was lying in pieces on the floor. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight and the pack of cigarettes on the sofa next to the phone, one half smoked on the countertop in the kitchen by her nearly empty bottle of vodka.

"Eric Matthews did that?" Mark asked his voice deep and dark and his eyes met with Ivy.

"I think I got him back though." She smiled and Mark's eye glinted with something foreign. His eyes fell back on Adam and he went over to the smashed up glass table inspecting it closer.

"Do you have a dustpan or something I can use to help you with this?" He asked over his shoulder as Ivy pulled Adam into another hug, rocking him slowly from side to side as his chest shook.

"I thought I'd lost you." He cried rubbing his nose up against her neck. If it wasn't for the current severity of the situation then she was sure it would be rather sensual.

"But you haven't" She rubbed his shoulders and broke away from him to pick up the pack of cigarettes in dismay. "Adam don't tell me you have..."

"Don't start with that shit. You don't come home after hours of waiting. I call your phone and get no replies for ages, then I think you've gone out and after asking the doorman I go to that bar you told me about that you go to with the other Detectives and you weren't in there. Then I call you again for god knows what time and hear that sick fuck's voice on your answering machine. You don't pick up, even he doesn't pick up. I called the police and they said you were involved in some kind of game and they were having trouble contacting anyone at the location. I go to the hospital and see Lawrence again who doesn't know where you are either and then I go back home and keep texting and calling you every half hour. I'm sure I've got the numbers of every other member of your department now too and none of them were of any fucking help!" He ended his tirade breathing heavily, his lungs having to work overtime from the amount of smoke that had recently passed into his system.

"But reverting back to smoking and drinking isn't the way forwards." Ivy insisted gently starting to worry about how much Mark would judge this new change of character. She didn't want anything to happen to Adam, and Mark witnessing all this was very hazardous.

"I was tested because I was a stalker who got money for doing it, not because I liked to kill myself with smoke." Adam argued back testily, throwing Ivy's comment away as he sank back on the sofa, picking up the half lit cigarette on the way.

"You were tested because you didn't cherish your life enough. That's why everyone is tested in the end." Mark said, his jaw twitching and Ivy looked at him fear rushing through her veins. "I think I should go. I don't think I'll be of any help here." He said heading back towards the door.

"Mark I'm sorry. But you have to understand how hard that would be. Imagine if it was someone you loved in that same situation and you had nothing to go on. You'd feel useless, you'd feel helpless." Ivy said running back over to her apartment door and taking his sleeve in her hand.

Mark didn't say anything, he just looked into Ivy's eyes with his blue ones his expression weaker than she had ever seen it. He looked a little broken, as if there was something he wanted to tell her so badly but wasn't able to. Maybe his true identity? "I do understand. I've felt that way twice in my life so far." He confided before heading out of the doorway. "Don't worry. I won't judge him on what I saw tonight, just on what path he acts on afterwards." It was like a very subtle warning and Ivy nodded eagerly and waved him goodbye as he pushed the button for the lift.

She headed back inside to see Adam still puffing away on a fresh cigarette, she breathed in a sigh of air psyching herself up for what she was about to do and snatched the cigarette out of his mouth along with the box and dumped them both straight in the bin. "What the hell?" Adam shouted as he jumped to his feet.

"I'm sorry but this isn't you. Your better than this." Ivy argued grabbing his arms to halt him in his journey to the bin.

"I'm not going to go back to chain smoking I just needed them while you weren't here." He shouted back still trying to reach them.

"But you don't need them."

"But it was you who gave me the strength to not do those things." Adam said taking ahold of Ivy's arms, his emotions giving him the strength to overpower Ivy who paused in her efforts at his words. "I wanted to better myself because of you. You live this amazing fancy life with a good job, good pay and a fucking amazing apartment and I have nothing. Just baggage but you did so much for me, it was like the least I could do was quit smoking and get my act together. And I was a little sick of little kids vomiting on me at their birthday parties." He admitted blushing under Ivy's hard gaze.

"Adam, I was so worried about you." She said both of them caught in an awkward tangle of arms. "All I could think about was how you must be feeling."

"And all I could think about was what horrible torture you were going through." He replied pulling her closer to him, body heat was radiating off his body as Ivy gently thumbed away the tear tracks on his cheeks, cupping his cheeks.

"There was no torture, just a battle of wills. Whether I could keep quiet despite my infamous ambition or if I couldn't help but blab to solve the case, well I held my tongue."

"I know I'd go back to my old ways without you." Adam whispered his eyes full of hard reality as he bared himself to her and Ivy continued to hold his cheeks.

"Well I don't want to be without you. I've spent so long thinking about what you said before I left in the taxi." She murmured softly back to him. "Whether I was your girlfriend."

"I want you to be, god do I want you to be." Adam moaned as he too ran his hands through Ivy's hair pulling her to him, they were locked in an embrace, so close that she could hardly see the end of his nose.

"Why didn't you ask earlier?"

"I didn't think you wanted anything to do with me in that way. What if you were just guilty about leaving me huh?"

"You should have kissed me the second you woke up in my apartment." She whispered her voice turning husky as her lips brushed lightly over his own.

"I'm struggling not to now." Adam didn't need to say any more for his lips were covered by Ivy's own and his slightly smoky breath made Ivy's breath catch as she closed her eyes and lent her whole being into the kiss with Adam. She felt as if she wasn't on the earth but also had never felt so entirely rooted to one spot. She never wanted to leave this newly formed safe haven that was Adam's arms and hot mouth as she drew back for air only to be caught in another one of Adam's kisses as he ran his fingers through her hair, continuously pulling her back for more. All she could think and feel and taste was Adam and it was the most attractive thing she had ever experienced in her life. She found herself pulling him over to the sofa her lips still covering his own as the both sank down, choosing to avoid the sofa where there was the least amount of broken glass. She didn't feel brave enough to go any further however and lay down with Adam on the sofa allowing herself to catch her breath back as Adam carried on with his occasional kisses so they were side by side. All she wanted to do was fall asleep but she knew she shouldn't sleep on the sofa so she untangled herself from Adam and began to stumble over to her bedroom. Adam followed her at once.

"Are we?" He began his eyes getting excited.

"No, not tonight anyway I'm afraid." Ivy yawned not bothering to hide it. "Maybe another night." She smiled and Adam grinned toothily, all the reasons for his previous misery gone from his mind as he too yawned. "You must be really tired too." She said sympathetically.

"Yeah I am." He said at once already plopping on the bed next to her. "And I'm not going going on the sofa now." He glanced around as he lent against the doorway watching her collect a pair of pyjamas together and going into the bathroom. "Where is your bag?" He asked with a frown rubbing at his tired eyes looking adorable in his jeans and T-Shirt.

Ivy thought for a moment, changing into her night clothes, "Uh shit I left it at the hospital with Lawrence. He's probably seen it though. I'll go tomorrow to make sure. I left my purse here thank god." She said re-emerging to find Adam already changed into a pair of pyjama bottoms she had brought back when she had first rescued him. He wasn't wearing a top and his impressive six pack was being displayed proudly. Ivy could feel herself blushing as he moved over to allow her to climb in beaming as she snuggled up to him eager to run her hands up his smooth body. A feeling she had been suppressing ever since her first glimpse in the bathroom and she had to lie if she didn't feel just a little too excited. This was her reward for the ghastly events she had just been put through and she was about to take advantage of every second of it. Adam's trousers were low on his hips again, a fact he was aware of as he pulled the covers up to cover them both, Ivy's eyes already beginning to seriously droop.

"Best girlfriend ever." He muttered and Ivy grinned pressing her face into his chest.

"I've been it for about fifteen minutes." She laughed getting as comfortable as possible, meaning she was nearly lying on top of Adam.

"No you've been my girlfriend for much longer, it just wasn't official. Everyone else said it but us." He said stroking her hair which was only helping in sending her off to sleep. "Ivy, will I have to make a statement tomorrow?" He asked, "Or something like that?"

She thought for a minute. "You'll be interviewed, interrogated most likely. But I will be too. I'm in a dangerous position now because in a way I was an obstruction of justice and withholding vital information despite there being nothing I could do to stop it." She explained and Adam nodded in understanding.

"Alright, can I not have the guy that came back here with you though? Cause I don't think he'll be too nice to me after seeing me cry my guts out."

Ivy laughed out loud with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll make sure to get Fisk to interview you. Mark will be too busy with finding Eric with Allison anyway."

"As long as he's not smothering you." Adam consented and Ivy smiled despite part of her knowing it would definitely be Mark who would be interviewing Adam tomorrow. She knew he wouldn't let such an opportunity to test him go by when it fell so helpfully into his favour.

Hmmm what is Hoffman's angle? What's up with him lately, bit of an enigma is Hoffman in the early Saw films.

Read and reviews guys, this was rather fluffy chapter wasn't it? xoxo