A/N: WARNING: for strong language and violence to ensue. All mistakes belong to me.

After Scully left, Emily wasn't sure what to feel. On one side, she was more than happy that Dana was able to get out and get away, on the other hand she wasn't too happy with the fact that she was now staying alone with a psychopath. She had been in situations like this before, and knew that keeping calm and playing along to the best of her abilities were the best way to get through, but it didn't make it much better. She knew that her ability to compartmentalize and her experiences growing up with an ambassador as a mother was going to help her now.

"You're lucky that I was told to stay put. I've got enough in me to knock you out any day." Sandra said smirking. With her FBI training as an agent, Prentiss highly doubted it, especially since Sandra was rather petit, but she had to remember that she wasn't an FBI agent now, she was Lauren Reynolds, the feminine French teacher who was engaged to Chris, the love of her life. And the fact that her hands were now presently tied up behind her back didn't really help her chance either.

"I don't doubt it. Look, I'm not looking for any trouble anywhere." Prentiss replied.

"Don't they all say that?" Sandra was still looking as smug as ever.

"We only came over to be neighborly. My fiancée and I has just moved in a couple of days ago. Her name is Chris and my name is Lauren. We've been together for almost 4 years, been engaged for 1 and a half year by now. I love her with all my heart. All I want is for her to get back, and to be able to leave, get back to our new house, our new home and tell her that I love her and just forget about this whole mess." Prentiss spoke in a calm tone, trying to give Sandra some sort of background, some sort of human identity, some way for her to sympathize.

"All you fucking queers and dykes." Sandra was looking at her nails with disinterest. "I never got it. You have the whole world in front of you, pretty dark-haired white woman." Sandra came closer as she talked. Put a finger around a curl of raven hair. "Why in the world chose something so difficult, so unnatural, so disgusting?" She let go of the hair and stepped back with a curious smirk still in place.

Prentiss could feel her blood slowly beginning to boil, now on a more personal level as well. Her hands were straining slightly against her restrain. She wanted nothing more than to just slam her fist against Sandra's face, but what good would that bring her? She was completely unarmed in a house filled with potential murderers, and Dana had yet to return, preferably with the rest of the team. Even if she could succeed in getting rid of the rope, the best thing for her to do was just to stay put and take it the best she could. Get Sandra occupied in a conversation. Maybe if she would begin to take some sort of liking to her, then she wouldn't feel the need to talk down on her like that. But no, a liking wouldn't do if she truly had no empathy. She needed to prove herself useful in some way. But what could she possible possess that would be of any use to Sandra or any of the others in any way? Her best chance right now seemed to just lay down, wait it out, and don't get hurt.

"It's not about choice, it's about love. Don't you ever feel the need for someone in your life to share with?" She was still as calm as ever on her exterior. If it wasn't going to help to talk about her life, maybe it would help to get Sandra to talk about herself instead.

"Love is overrated. Sex I can enjoy, but why bother with a relationship? It's too much work, too many feelings, dreams, expectation. It's bound to fail at some point." She was talking with a sigh to her still disinterested tone.

"Haven't you ever been in a relationship?"

"Let's just say that things work differently around here. There are certain rules and precautions that one must take. Sisterhood always comes first."

"But doesn't it ever get tiring, always having to defend your sisters, never being able to be independent? I thought you would be more of a lone wolf? Doesn't take anything from anyone." The comment made Sandra smirk with a hint of pride.

"I don't, but that doesn't mean I don't like it here. They treat me well and take care of me, and it's so much easier to get where you want when you just have wink and say 'please, dear darling sisters'." Sandra was smiling now, looking triumphantly to her nails once more, at her short manicured fingers.

"Like the men?" Prentiss dared, promptly gaining the interest from Sandra. "Were they your idea as well?" Her tone had changed a bit from the innocent calm to a more confident, loathing tone.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Sandra let out in an angry grunt, starting to pace slowly.

"The men from the papers. The murders. I read about them. I saw something upstairs. You and your sisters wouldn't have knocked us out if it wasn't for a reason." Now Sandra began to move towards her as she spoke in a faster pace than before. "You're hiding something. Was it your idea? Having sex with them before ripping out their hearts? I know you said no love, but that just seems plain cold."

Before Emily had any chance to continue talking though, she was slapped hard across the face by the back of a hand, promptly knocking the air out of her for a moment. Her hands twitched, but the rope simply seemed to tighten.

"Shut up! You have no idea what you're talking about!" Sandra yelled.

"Did they scream? Did they protest? I bet you enjoyed it, hearing them call for mercy." Another slap, another twist of restrained hands. "You know, you can hit all you want, you know it'll only proving me right."

Sandra growled. "Fucking dyke, shut up! You don't anything about me or my sisters! What we have to do survive." Sandra seemed to calm down a bit, but her tone never wavered. "We stick together. It's not a choice, it's just the way things are. If you want to leave, they'll take everything away from you. Leave you with nothing. Trust me it's not pretty. I've seen it happen, you know." She was looking to the floor now, deep in thought. But looking back up into Emily's eyes, her face grew hard once more, and all her talkativeness seemed to disappear. "You're just lucky you little girlfriend seems to be useful."

"I just want to go home, that's all. I just want to forget that this whole thing ever happened." Seeing the change in Sandra, Emily decided that maybe it was best to lay down and play nice once more. But that was when she heard it. The alarm. An awful sound loudly and high pitched, tearing through the silence before Sandra's reply could come. A slow panicky feeling rising.

"Well, it looks like your fiancée doesn't feel the same way." Sandra said, her hand was now turning into a fist, slamming against her open palm as she painfully slow started walking towards Prentiss. "Looks like I'm going to have some fun with you anyway." Her smile was brilliantly twisted. Prentiss stood still in her place, knowing what would come to her. She tried more forcefully and desperate now to get her hands free, but it no was good. Her heart quickly speed up as she tried to push away the emotion of desperation and horror slowly rising within her.

The task however, was of no use as the first fist hit hard against her jaw, knocking her to the ground promptly. Prentiss moaned in pain as Sandra roughly grabbed her by the hair and shoved her against the wall, hard. She groaned once more as Sandra planted a knee in her stomach, a sharp pain searing through every part of her body now. Her strength were surprising given her petit form. Emily suddenly heard Mulder's voice in the back of her head, telling them about his theory of the superhuman strength, ripping the victims' hearts out with their bare hands.

Sandra grabbed her once more by her hair and shoved her hard against a mirror hanging on one of the other walls, breaking the thick glass against her shoulder and front. Emily felt her whole body shake with pain as she groaned, her head feeling dizzy as she was pushed down once more, rolling over on her back against the cold and hard stone floor. Her head was swimming as pictures of Dana floated into her mind, telling her to stay strong, that she would be right back to get her, that everything would be all right. She was numbly aware of the kicks planted to her stomach, the sensation of muscles contracting and then giving up on her as her inside felt like a mass of mashed potatoes flying around in a needle sharp pain. As she was pulled up once more, she forced herself to remember Dana's kiss, her laughter, sweet against her neck, her warm touch, the curves of her body. She forced herself to remember as her head cracked against the floor and more forceful kicks landed on her like the falling of heavy rain.

She was numbly aware of the distant noise of a door being knocked open, shouting and screaming, the pain finally stopping as her body slowly began to take in the harm that had been done to her. She was aware of the blurry sight of two blue familiar eyes on her, her name being called from those sweet lips, a burning but soft touch on her body, as her eyelids fought a losing battle to stay open for more than half a second a time. She wasn't sure whether she was dreaming or not anymore.

"Dana?" was the last thing that left her lips before her world finally went black.