It had been two days. Two days since anyone had seen or heard from Gwen. Rhys was a mess. She'd left their flat two days earlier for her final dress fitting, then was to have lunch with her maid-of-honor, but after that, no one had seen her.

The team chased down every lead they got, both from the police, and from their own investigations. Still, they'd come up with nothing. No sightings, no calls, no letters, nothing. She wasn't apt to do anything like this, just take off without word to anyone. Something was wrong, very wrong.

Gwen woke up in a dark, musty room. She couldn't see anything. She couldn't hear anything. Her head pounded, her body ached. She reached her hand up to her head and brought it back quickly when she felt something wet and sticky. Blood. She could smell it.

She tried to sit up, but quickly gave up that idea. Groaning and grabbing her stomach, she fell back to the ground.

"Help." she cried weakly.

She'd been there for at least a day, she thought. But she didn't know how long exactly.

She had her final dress fitting, her wedding only a week off, and then had a fun lunch with her maid-of-honor to over a last few minute details of her bachelorette party. The last thing she remembered was walking out to her car, nothing out of the ordinary, no one out of the ordinary. Then, with a pounding head, she woke up in this dark, dank room. No windows, no visible doors, and no sounds.

The lack of sound was the eeriest thing to her. She wanted to hear something. Mice squeaking in a corner, something. At least then she'd have a feeling of some sort of life around her.

She lay on the ground crying. All she wanted was to go home. To Rhys. She wanted to get married, to have their friends and family around them as they celebrated the happiest day of their lives up to that point. Her eyes darting around uselessly once more, she doubted that was ever going to happen.

Closing her eyes, she imagined herself home, with Rhys, and her friends from work.

"Happy thoughts, Gwen." she muttered to herself. "Happy thoughts. Someone will come for you."

As she said those last words, a door opened, letting in a bright white light. Squinting and turning away from the painful glare, she listened for approaching footsteps, but heard nothing still.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and turned her head towards the door. No one. She strained, trying to hear anything at all, but still nothing. With a groan, she forced herself to her feet. Taking a minute to compose herself, she took a deep breath and stumbled towards the door.

A long, white corridor stretched out to either side of her. No other doors, no windows, no people, and still, no sound.

"Hello?" she called quietly, not sure if she wanted anyone to answer. Slowly she turned to her left and headed down the hall.

After a few turns, she found herself at a door. Looking around, she still saw and heard nothing. Slowly, she turned the handle and let out a sob when she found herself outside.

Without even thinking, Gwen took off at a run, at least as much of one as she could muster considering the pain shooting through her with every jostling step. She saw her car sitting next to a tree, nothing else around it. Making her way straight for it, she stopped short when she heard a noise behind her.

Turning around, she saw someone standing there. Dressed completely in black, there was nothing to give away the person's identity. Loose fitting black trousers, turtle necked sweater, also rather loose fitting and a ski mask. Black gloves covered the person's hand which held a knife.

"Please." Gwen begged as she backed her way to her car. "Please."

The black-clad figure quickly approached and lashed out with the knife. Gwen threw her hands up in defense, but to no avail. As the knife slashed across her throat, she let out a low moan and a gurgle as she slumped to her knees.

"Rhys." she whispered hoarsely as she fell face first onto the soft grass.

Wiping the knife on their pants, the black clad figure, tucked it into their belt and threw Gwen over their shoulder and made their way to her car. They had a delivery to make.