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They all gasped as they saw what the video was, it was Santana, being beaten. The video went on for ten minutes of Santana screaming, and crying, and being beaten. Brittany, Mercedes, and Sam were all crying hysterically but they couldn't look away. The video ended with Dan carving his name into the skin on Santana's left arm. Then Santana let out one final sob before the screen went black and the video was over. They all stood in silence not knowing what to do. Sam was the first to react and his police officer training kicked in.

"I'm gonna call my station, have them open an investigation and trace that call." he said running away to make the call. The other two moved into the living room where Kyle was miraculously still asleep on the couch.

Brittany sat next to him, crying silently and stroking his hair. Eventually after a few minutes he stirred and looked up. For a moment he was confused and then his eyes shone with recognition.

"Momma!" he cried launching himself into her arms, she embraced him tightly, holding on as if both, as if all three of their lives depended on it.

Brittany, Mercedes and Sam were all awoken by the shrill ringing of Brittany's cell phone, Kyle just grunted in his sleep and rolled over again, the kid was a heavy sleeper. Brittany jumped up off the couch and ran to grab it from the dining room table, noticing it was 7 AM as she went. The caller ID read Grant, she was relieved, maybe he knew something. She pressed the green answer button on her phone and said:

"Grant! Oh my god, tell me you know something."

"Brittany, I just heard about Santana, I am so sorry." Grant said on the other side of the call. Katherine is checking right now to see if we can do anything."

"My friend Sam is a cop and he called everything into his station." Brittany said.

"Where are you now Britt? We will come over and stay with you."

"I'm with my friends Sam and Mercedes, and Kyle is here as well." Brittany said.

"Text me the address and Katherine and I will be over there as quick as we can." Grant said.

"Okay, bye Grant." Brittany hung up the phone and quickly texted him Mercedes and Sam's address. "Grant and Katherine, my witness protection case agents, are coming to help and make sure that we are all okay."

"Okay, that's great." Mercedes said, she was now completely awake, as was her husband.

"I'm gonna make a Dunkins run, what do you guys want?" Sam asked as he walked out of the bathroom and grabbed his shoes.

"Can I come with you Uncle Sam?" Kyle said from the couch, he must have only just woken up.

"That's up to your Momma." Sam said.

Brittany thought about it, she really didn't want Kyle walking around the city with Dan out there somewhere gunning for anyone that she was close to, but on the other hand there was probably no one he would be safer with than Sam, he was a cop after all.

"Sure buddy, but make sure that you hold Uncle Sam's hand the entire time okay?" Brittany said after a little while.

"I'm a big boy! I don't need to hold his hand!" Kyle argued.

"Kyle, if you don't hold his hand than you don't get to go. It's up to you."

"Fine." he said sounding defeated.

"Good, now quickly go brush your teeth and get dressed."

"Okay," he said and walked quickly away in the direction of the bathroom.

"Sam, please make sure he is okay." Brittany said.

"Don't worry Britt, I am one of New York's finest, he will be perfectly safe with me. Now what do you two want for breakfast?"

"I'll take a plain bagel toasted with cream cheese and a coffee." Mercedes said.

"I'll have a tea with three sugars, and a coffee cake muffin." Brittany said and she walked over to her purse and tried to give Sam money which he refused to take.

"My treat Brittany." he said, shoving the money back in her wallet.

"Thank you."

"No problem. Kyle come on and hurry up or I am going to leave without you." Sam called and a few seconds later Kyle came running into the kitchen, sneakers in hand.

"Momma can you help me with my shoes?"

"Sure buddy." Brittany said and quickly tied his little blue converse.

"Thanks, see you later!" he said, took Sam's hand and the two of them walked out of the apartment.

"God Mercedes, what am I going to do?" Brittany said as soon as the door closed behind Sam and Kyle. "This is all my fault."

"Brittany Pierce, this is in no way your fault! You were in the wrong place at the wrong time years ago and you saw someone get killed and then you were shot, how does that make this your fault?" Mercedes asked her.

"It is my fault because I came back! I came back and now the crazy fucking bastard has her!"

"Brittany you thought that he was dead! There is no way that you could have known that he was actually still alive. You had to come back!" Mercedes said trying to reassure the other woman.

"I guess I just wish now more than ever that this had never happened to me." Brittany said.

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Santana was still tied to the chair in the basement, she could barely move any part of her body with out feeling a terrible jolt of pain. She could only open one of her eyes, and couldn't move either of her feet. Her left arm now had a white cloth wrapped around it, though it was stained red, which made Santana assume that the psychopath's name was still oozing blood. The cut on her face seemed to have stopped bleeding, but she could feel exactly where is was. Some part of her was still hoping that this was all just some terrible nightmare and that she would wake up in her own bed.

After mentally taking stock of her injuries she began to look around the basement that she was currently being kept captive in. There really wasn't anything in it except for the stairs that led to what she assumed was a locked door, and her in her chair. She knew that there was no way that she was going to be able to get out of the chair that she was tied to. There was a knife on the ground that was too far away for her to grab, even if she were able to move her arms and legs enough to get it. After staring at the knife on the ground for a little while she heard the door to the basement open and saw Dan start to make his way down the wooden stairs. Her blood instantly went cold and she was terrified.

"Good morning Santana!" Dan said in a chipper voice. "Nice to see that you are finally awake."

"What do you want with me now?" she asked in a very strained voice.

"Oh well I figured that you might be hungry and I thought I would be nice and clean up your wounds." he said with fake concern.

Santana hadn't even noticed that he was carrying a bag with him until now. He had a black back pack that was now on the ground next to where he stood. He seemed to be waiting for her to respond but after a while when she didn't he just opened his bag. He took out some gauze and medical tape and removed the cloth from her left arm. He then took out a bottle of what she thought was peroxide. He poured it onto her arm and cleaned her wounds. After he cleaned it he took the gauze pads and used the medical tape to hold them into place. After he finished treating the wound on her arm he tended to the one on her face and the rest of the ones on her body, it took him about twenty minutes to treat all of the cuts and bruises, he also wrapped her feet with ace bandages and iced her eye.

"There we go Santana, all better now." he said as he put the remaining supplies back in his backpack. "I just need to send a pretty picture of you all patched up to your beautiful Brittany, Kyle, Sam and Mercedes and then I will leave you some food and untie your hands." he took a phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture.

He walked forward towards Santana again and cut the rope that was keeping her hands bound. He opened his bag once more and pulled out a brown paper bag and bottle of water, he set them on Santana's lap and threw his knife into the bag.

"There you go Santana. Now what do you say?" he asked.

"Go to hell you son of a bitch." she said and spat in his face which only caused him to laugh like a maniac.

"Well, I was hoping for more of a thank you." he said and walked towards the stairs. He stopped when he was about halfway up and turned and called back to her. "Oh and Santana, you better hope that Sam and his little police officer friends stop digging around where they don't belong or he and his beautiful wife are going to get hurt next."