Chris woke to the sunlight shining onto her face. It was early, roll over and go back to sleep early, but she couldn't. The handcuffs were uncomfortable, and she could no longer ignore how desperate she was for the toilet. She rolled over onto her back. Street was asleep beside her. From what she could tell he was fast asleep. She dug her nail under her watch strap and eased out the little piece of metal. It slid out easily and she wriggled it into place before tightening the hand cuff around her wrist. With the shim in place it slid open by itself. She left the other one attached to her wrist and scooted off the bed. She silently headed into the bathroom to relieve herself, taking a last look at Street before she left the bedroom she confirmed he was still sleeping.

Street woke to find Chris lying beside him. Her brown eyes watching him as he tried to read the expression on her face. He had no idea how long she had been awake, had she just been lying there watching him for a long time?

'Morning,' he mumbled.

'Morning,' she parroted. Street didn't know how to play it after that. He had after all handcuffed her to the bed and was holding her here against her will. Could he ask her if she slept well?

'Hungry?' He sat up slowly rubbing sleep from his eyes. He watched as she tried to sit up too but the handcuffs made it so awkward that she gave up quickly. He eyed her wearily. He had so may regrets about this situation. He sighed heavily, forcing himself to get out of his own head. 'I'm going to make some coffee. Want one?' He wasn't sure what to expect, a fight, a laugh, anger. He had a spilt second to guess how she was going to reacted to his question.

'Yes please,' that was not on the list. He couldn't imagine Chris or Jamie answering the way she had. He nodded back at her a little stunned and headed to the kitchen. He put the coffee pot on and rummaged through the food in the fridge pulling out everything he needed for pancakes.

By the time the coffee was steaming in the pot, the batter for the pancakes was ready in the bowl. Right; he spoke to himself. This was the bit he wasn't looking forward to. He pulled the handcuff key from his jean pocket and made his way back to the bedroom.

'Breakfast is nearly ready,' he held the key up to her and she watched him intently as he closed the gap between them and clicked the key into the lock. She wondered where this was going, was he going to trust her to sit and have breakfast with him. He released one handcuff, as had earlier, but left the other one attached. Ok so he wasn't going to trust her to eat breakfast without trying to make a run for it. Chris went with it anyway following him through the doorway and taking her first proper look at the apartment she was in.

An uneasy feeling settled in her gut as she looked around the room. It was like Deja vu. She started studying the items closer when her eyes passed over a framed photo. The woman in it looked just like her; she knew it was her in her other life, but my god it was weird to see it in photo form. Street was in the photo with her along with a couple of other males. They were all smiling.

Street watched as Chris made a slow beeline for a photo she was looking at. When she arrived in front of it she stopped and picked it up. He smiled when he saw which one it was. It was taken last year, someone had snapped it of them all at a BBQ. It was probably Annie, he couldn't remember.

Chris traced her own face in the photo. She didn't even know she could look like that. She wasn't large in the photo, but her cheeks were fuller, the bags under her eyes completely gone, a sparkle in her eyes, the smile on her face. It was all too much. To know what she had lost, to see how happy she had been; and to know she could never go back.

Even this, whatever this was with Street, would have to end and she knew she was returning to Benz. She'd thought about trying to leave the country. In fact she's spent a lot of time going over every little logistic of trying to leave the country, but Benz had a lot of enemy's. Every enemy had to be watched, he had to keep track of them, he had to stay ahead of them incase they moved on him.

This meant every port, train station, bus station and airport for 100 miles was watched. Jamie could never work out how he did it, whether he bribed, hired or threatened people. But he always knew when someone came into town, and when they left. Jamie had spent a long time considering hitch hiking or stealing a car. Neither option gave her a one hundred percent success rate, not even close. If you didn't have a good success rate then you were stupid. Jamie had seen time and time again people underestimating Benz.

Benz was not someone you should underestimate. She'd never seen or heard of anyone who'd managed to escape his wrath. You only got to cross him once. Jamie had had to deal with plenty of people that hadn't even got that far. She'd dealt with so many people that thought they could out smart him. Each one had been wrong, and lost their life because of it.

Jamie had vowed to never be that person. Chris however was starting to think the risk might be worth it, the only problem was that Benz didn't stop with just the perpetrator. He was ruthless and would take out anyone close to get his way, and now she had people she wanted to protect. All the men smiling at her from the photo. They were her family. She couldn't remember it all, not yet, but she knew the feeling she felt as she looked at them.

Then there was her real family. The people in a different photo still sat on the side table. She glanced at them before realising how much she was gaining with her memories, and how much she had to loss now.

Clumsily she put the photo frame of the team, face down, on the table and backed away.

'What's wrong,' Street was in front of her taking her hands. A worried look in his eyes.

'They will come for me. You need to let me go,' Chris looked up at Street. Fear etched over her face as she pleaded with him, but she didn't make a move for the door. Instead she looked so lost as she tightened her grip on his hands.

Street pulled her into him, wrapped his arms around her and enveloped her into a hug. His nose went to the top of her head. He smiled as he noticed at once that she smelt like Chris again. He looked down at her back and realised she'd changed her clothes. The smile turned into a confused frown. Had she slipped her handcuff, got up, showered, and then put the handcuffs back on? He had no idea what was going on.