A/N: Sorry this took so long, work got in the way! But, as requested, he's the second chapter.

'Can't we turn the lights on?' I asked after a long pause, wishing I could see my surroundings, still not entirely sure whether I was in a garage or some other form of building. The cold concrete underneath me and what sounded like an iron bolt on the door lead me to believe it was a warehouse of some kind, but I wasn't exactly sure.

'I'm not meant to be in here with you.'

'Oh.'

There was a long pause, I wasn't entirely sure how to break the silence and I'm not sure she was either.

'Do you hate me, Sam?' She asked after a few minutes, my mind reeling as I found myself forced to answer, not entirely sure myself of the truth.

'I don't know you. I don't even know your name.' I admitted, wondering whether I could avoid the question long enough to decide the answer.

'Rachael.'

'I hate that you've got me here. But I don't know… I feel… drawn to you I guess.'

'It's not my choice, I hope you know that, Sam, if I could, I'd let you go. I care about you.'

'Whose choice is it?' I questioned timidly; still unsure what I was doing here or who had me.

'I can't tell you. I'm sorry. But I don't want you to think I'd do this to you if I didn't have to.'

'Why do you have to?'

'Because I've been told to. But I have chosen to put you in here. Away from the others, so you don't have to see what…' she trailed off, her voice breaking slightly.

'What is it you don't want me to see?' I prompted, hoping she wouldn't clam up just as she'd started talking.

'What's happening to the others.'

'What is happening to them?' I pushed, my voice becoming desperate as I pushed violent images to the back of my mind, my heart leaping at the thought of friends and colleagues being harmed.

'Abuse. Rape. There's blood everywhere.' She confessed, my heart somersaulting as I heard this revelation.

'Why aren't I being hurt?'

'Because I like you. It's the other guys that see to them, I'm not like them, I don't want to be doing this. I could never hurt anyone, I could never rape anyone like they do.'

'You may not hit me, but I was tied up, I didn't have a choice about…'

'You wanted it. You were asking me to… I didn't rape you.' She gasped, her voice cracking at my accusation.

'I don't know what I wanted… but I wasn't exactly asked.'

'I didn't rape you… I couldn't… please don't think I did.'

''I don't know what to think. You're holding me here, I'm trapped, I'm scared, I miss my girlfriend, but at the same time I like you… I want you.'

'You have a girlfriend?' she asked cautiously.

'Yeah.'

'How long have you been with her?'

'A year or so.'

'Do you love her?'

'I thought I did. But then all this happened… and… I care about you.' I admitted quietly, not knowing why I was being foolish enough to fall for someone that kept me tied up.

I sifted through endless sheets of paper, praying that I'd find what I was hoping I would, almost certain this was the only lead I'd ever get on this case. Pulling out the sheet I needed, I skimmed over it, grinning to myself when I found the name I wanted. 'Guv.' I called, having been racing towards Jack's office since I'd pulled it out of the stack of papers, reaching the office door.

'Come in.'

'Guv, I've found it.' I exclaimed, shutting the door behind me, pacing the small section of floor I could find in his office.

'Found what?'

'The link. Between Sam, Leela, Emma and Diane.'

'What?'

'They all went to the same college. Not at the same time, not even the same courses, but they all attended it. Kings College of Higher Education. They all went there.'

'Is there anything that linked what they did there? If they did different courses it could just be a coincidence.'

'Yes. All of them rented a flat from Howard Jenkins. I'm just getting his mug shot printed off now. It was at different times obviously, but they all rented his flat. It was literally a three second walk from the college campus, cheep rates and he rented it for years so there were a lot of people that stayed there at some point in time, but Sam Leela, Emma and Diane definitely all did when they attended the college.'

'Are you certain?'

'Yeah, Sam mentioned it to me once, she was still in contact with him. If the others still spoke to him as well…'

'We've got a link other than the profession.'

'Yes.'

'Good work Jo. Check it out, pay this guy Jenkins a visit, see if he'll come down here voluntarily, if not, come back and we'll see if there's enough for a warrant.'

I sat quietly, wondering whether my companion's silence was a good thing or not. At first I hadn't been that bothered by it, after all a conversation can't last forever, but this was ridiculous. I had no clock so the idea of checking how long it had been was out of the question, but I knew it had been too long.

'Rachael?' I whispered hoarsely, attempting to move towards her but my muscles too numb after staying in the same place for days to allow me to manoeuvre.

'Yeah?'

'Is everything okay?'

'Yeah.'

'Is there… is there an us?'

'Not if you think I raped you.'

'I don't know what to think.'

'How can you accuse me of raping you when you're not even sure if I did or not?'

'Because you did rape me. You had me tied up, you didn't ask if it was what I wanted, I had no choice in the matter.'

'So that's it then?'

'No. Even though I didn't have a choice… I still wanted it. I like you, I really like you and I have no idea why because I'm tied up here and I can't leave. But deep down, I don't think I want to. I miss Jo, I really miss Jo, but I want to be with you.' I admitted timidly, wondering silently why I was feeling like this towards the woman holding me captive. I hated myself for these feelings, I hated myself for wanting to cheat on Jo, but I just couldn't help it.

'You found anything yet, Jo?'

Hearing that voice I just knew that anything productive with this case was out the window. Okay, so that was a bit harsh, but she's not exactly renowned for her good results, is she? All I've seen from her is a giggly, sweet but thick, teenager. Well, technically I guess she's not a teenager anymore (Only just though, I'm guessing.) but she doesn't half act and look like one.

'We've got a possible lead that Will and Emma are looking into. Other than that I've just been chasing up witness statements.'

'A lead? Do you know where they are?' She asked enthusiastically.

I found myself sighing, seeing for myself once again just how naïve she was. 'Steady on, if we knew where they were they'd be back here by now. No, we've got a link between them other than the job, something that separates them from the rest of the station.'

'What's that then?'

'They all rented a flat of the same guy when they were at college. It wasn't at the same time, but it's a link all the same. I'm about to go and speak to the guy and see if he'll come down here to have a chat.'

'What, you think it's him?'

'We don't know, at the moment it's just a line of inquiry.'

'Right…' She paused, obviously thinking to herself. 'So am I coming with you?' she asked with a broad smile.

I found myself inwardly groaning. 'I guess so. Just keep your trap shut, okay? Let me handle this.' I instructed, standing up from my desk and pulling my coat on, knowing even now that I'd regret letting her come with me.

'What's gonna happen, Sam?'

'How do I know?'

'I mean, if they find you. Will I be sent to prison?'

'You're a kidnapper.'

'I thought you liked me.' She questioned timidly, her innocence showing through.

'I do. I shouldn't, but I do.'

'Well then, they can't do anything, can they?'

'Not if I don't press charges.'

'And will you?'

'I don't know.'

'Oh.'

'I like you, you know that, but… what you did… it's wrong. And it's not just me, is it?'

'I didn't want to take you. Any of you.' she added firmly.

'Then why?'

'I can't tell you, Sam, you know I can't. But just, just don't think that I want you here… like this.'

I was stumped. What do I say to that? I mean, she's clearly a bit unstable, she kidnaps three women, maybe more, police officers, and she expects to get away with it without charge. But then again, she's so sweet. I hate myself for thinking that about her, I know I shouldn't think her sweet, I mean, she's bloody kidnapped me, but she just… is. She's seems so innocent that I don't believe she could do this… not really… not alone.