A/N I know it's short, but I just wanted to show that this story is not done with - I promise. None of my stories are being abandoned. It's just, I haven't been doing the greatest lately. I spent the holidays finding out that my grandmother is homophobic. If I go to the school that I want to when I start University in the fall, I'm going to have to live with her due to the costs of rooming at the university. I'm bi, which means I'm going to have to deal with that the entire time I'm there. So add that on top of everything else in my life, like school and the fact that my parents can't stop arguing with one another, and I haven't been in the best place emotionally lately - nothing too serious, but I haven't written hardly anything because of it. I've been in a much better mood these past couple of days, and I literally wrote this in probably an hour. I plan on updating I Never Left You later today too, and hopefully finishing the sequel to LITMFABCHWTHCO, and also Le Bien Qui Fait Mal. If you read any of those, hopefully you will be happy and not too mad for taking so long to update.

On a happier note - who's liking season 3 so far?

Warnings: None really - unless I should put a warning for not really knowing anything about the American justice system or law enforcement, except for what I've read or seen on TV. If I do anything wrong - tell me. Please.

"Do we know where he is right now?"

I looked at my partner for this case, Detective Breton, and responded.

"The last place he was spotted was Columbus. He only appears to be striking in bigger Ohio towns, with a few smaller ones as exceptions. I don't know exactly where he's headed but my best guess would be somewhere around here," I pointed to a town called Westerville, "We've done some research into all surrounding areas, and this town is home to a school called Dalton Academy – an all-boys academy. It is somewhat stereotypical, but with that many boys congregated into one area, there's bound to be at least a few gay students. It's even more likely because the school has a zero-tolerance bullying policy, which could be a safe haven for the previously bullied."

Gabe nodded, writing down notes in his little book that he carried around with him. "So you think that's probably his most likely target?"

I made a noise of approval as I surveyed the map. There were a number of brightly coloured pins decorating the thing, each one representing a body found. It was sad, but it was the cold hard truth that this world was a cruel place – it was our job to help make it more bearable by catching the ones who made it a cruel place.

"If he continues on the path he's on, then yes I suspect it is." I said grimly.

There was silence momentarily.

"Do you know when S.S.A. Fitzimmons is arriving?"

I thought about it. Supervisory Special Agent Fitzimmons was a profiler that was coming to help with the case. There had been too many murders already, and we had a late start due to the fact that they all looked like suicides at the beginning. She – or someone else - needed to be called in at some point.

"I think she's due to arrive the day after tomorrow."

"That's a little long."

"It's better late than never quite frankly, because we're doing terrible on our own. We're no closer to catching this bastard than we were when we first got this case."

I woke up dizzy and disoriented. At first, I couldn't even open my eyes out of grogginess. Eventually though, they opened and I was able to see the room around me – or at least some of it. It was very dark in the room, and there didn't appear to be any windows to bring any natural light. The only real light was coming from under the crack in the door across the room. I tried to get up, but soon realized something I hadn't immediately noticed.

My arms were drawn above my head and tied to the wall behind me. I gave an experimental tug, but nothing happened other than my wrists getting extremely sore. I gave up after a few minutes.

I sighed and looked around some more, trying to figure out where I was when it finally hit me.

I had been kidnapped.

The tears sprang to my eyes as everything began to overwhelm me. I didn't know where I was, I was tied to a wall, and I was held by someone who was probably the killer that had been on the news. Everything pointed towards him moving further south each time, and the last body was found in Columbus. It wasn't that far of a stretch that he had wandered into Westerville.

A single tear rolled down my face.

I didn't know how much worse things could get, but then I heard a groan from the other side of the room. From the little light I had, I was barely able to make out the familiar blazer.

"Oh God no." I thought.

He couldn't have Blaine too could he? As far as I knew, he had never had more than one person at a time had he?

There was only one way to find out.

"Blaine?" I said softly.

He moaned quietly, but stayed unconscious.

"Blaine." I said a little louder this time.

This time he rolled over and opened his eyes, and my own glasz met hazel. There was no mistaking him.

He blinked rapidly, trying to focus on the room around him.

Once he saw me, his eyes went wide.

"Kurt?"

Another tear rolled down my cheek. I nodded before remembering that he might not be able to see me in the state he was in and so I responded with a small word of approval.

"Oh my – Kurt, what happened?" He asked, confusion clear in his voice.

"I'm not sure. My car broke down, and I remember popping the hood to see what was wrong, and I think it had something to do with my water line. I called my dad to tell him, but that's it. I don't know how I got here." I told him, almost as confused as he was. "What about you? What's the last thing you remember?"

I paused, not wanting to tell him in the situation that we were in that I had feeling for him. It wasn't the time or the place.

"I remember driving after you for some reason, and seeing your car on the side of the road, but I can't remember anything after that."

I left it there, and I could almost picture him thinking with that adorable look on his face as he did so, even if I couldn't see it. The reason I could actually tell it was him was the light reflecting off his eyes and the sound of his voice as he called my name.

"I wish we could remember more," He said softly, "I hate not knowing what's going on. It's extremely frustrating, and my current suspicion is that he drugged us. That's the only explanation I can come up with."

I had to agree with him, and told him so. I wished to go over and hold him, or let him hold me – just some sort of contact – but I had soon discovered that my arms, like his, were tied to the wall. I couldn't move more than a foot in any direction. I hated it.

I was about to say more when the room was flooded with light as the door was opened.

"So…you two are awake I see."

I stared up at the man – I couldn't really make out his face, but his eyes were cold and distant.

"I guess now I can start the lesson."

There you go! This is the latest chapter of Dance With The Devil. I hope you enjoy.