Maybe

Giving a rather large yawn and than taking the last sip of his Moutain Dew Dalton stands. He hadn't realized how stiff his legs had gotten sitting in one spot for almost twenty four hours.

"Yeah, I could go for something to eat. Need something to soak up all the DM we drank. I am starting to feel like a fish."

Fishing some change out of one of the desk draws Scott and himself always though the loss change in He starts to head for the door. But hearing Scott's phone go off Dalton stop's leaning aganst the wall. It could be JT, and something important he didn't want to miss.

Heading out of the interrogation room Hope finds her way to where Reese was still holding onto her files. Giving a serous look to Reese she nods.

"He wasn't trying to kill himself Reese, so you have nothing to worry about there. He wont talk to me, so...I better get back to work."

Leaving that room and than the building Hope makes her way to her own car. Getting in and starting it up she lets it run for a long moment. Taking out her phone Hope dials Scott's number and waits. Hearing him pick up on the other line Hope starts with a little cheery greeting.

"Good Morning loving boyfriend of mine. I need you to do something for me. I need you and Dalton to meet me at Mom and Pop's and dont let anyone on to where your going. I am heading over there now, we need to talk."

Keeping the conversation light, and a little informative Hope didn't want anyone to overhear the wrong thing on the phone and new Mom and Pop's was probably one of the safest places to go.

Looking up at Sparky as he steps a little close Faith can feel a jump in her heart that turns into a soft pitter patter. Looking up into Sparky's blue eyes Faith can't help the smile that spread across her lips.

Taking her fingers she brings it to the brim of Sparky's hat and pushes up a little to reveal his face a little more. Just continuing to look into his eyes Faith gives a small chuckle keeping him from going after the hay for a moment.

"But what if insane is fun, Maybe I'd like that."

Nice Blouse

JT looks back to Bree too, then slowly shakes his head. "I'm sorry... but I don't feel safe taking any extra time. Once we get to the ranch, we can stretch our legs all we want but... if we don't keep moving, they're gonna catch up to us... and then we're all in trouble."


Sparky's eyes twinkle as he grins. "Oh, I'll feel up to it tomorrow. You keep me in that bunkhouse any longer, I'll go insane."

He takes one step closer to Faith, looking down at her from under the brim of his hat. "And you do not want to see me insane."

An anxious horse's nicker interrupts and Sparky throws a smirk in its direction. "Yeah, I know you're hungry. Alright."

He motions for Faith to follow him. "To the hay."


Gunner leans back, his eyes following Hope as she stands and prepares to leave. The corner of his mouth twitches. "Yeah, sure, doc. Don't call me, I'll call you. Oh, and by the way, nice blouse."

He gives her a thumbs up to accompany his wink and click of his tongue. "If you find out where another pretty one is hiding so I can see my girl in one too, you let me know, ait?"


Reese has his hands on his hips as he watches and listens behind the two way mirror, and he rolls his eyes. "He's lost it," he mutters. "If he wasn't so good at his job, I'd fire his tail right now and get it over with."


Scott erases the last file he's got that could connect his computer with Crescentview and he lets out a long sigh. He gives Dalton a sidelong glance. The night had been awfully long. And they had heard nothing. All they knew was that Gunner was in jail. But so far there had been no word of any other arrest or the return of the patient to Crescentview, so that could only mean that JT and Bree were still safe. Scott could only hope they were still on their way to Texas.

Standing up, he stretches. "I'm gonna go grab a sandwich for lunch from the break room. Want anything?"


Though a little surprised as Libby takes his arm, Ty doesn't mind, and he walks alongside her. "Hey, don't thank me. You kept me out of trouble. I think that means we're even."

Chuckling a little, he shrugs. "You can give me a ride if you want, but either way, I'm fine. I'm used to walking it, remember?"

Thanks

"Well once I teach you how to read than you wont have to worry about not being able to fine something better."

Knowing the conversation had moved on, and that there time together was drawing to an end Libby let out a sigh. Standing and putting her jacket on once again Libby gives a smile at Ty.

"An escort back to my care would be nice, and than maybe I can drive you to work. Its pretty cold out."

Zipping up her jacket, throwing there trash away and heading for the door Libby turns making sure Ty was close behind before starting to walk. Gently linking arms with him in a friendly manner.

"Thanks for spending time with me today, I really did have a nice time."

Just sitting and looking back at Gunner Hope lets out a long sigh. She wanted to tell but if no one told her anything than she couldnt.

"Actually He hasn't, it seems Scott and Dalton have been busy the last few days. Knock on the door and Dalton says they are busy."

Leaning forward in the chair Hope puts her arms on the desk. Just thinking for a long moment on how to go about things.

"Gunner, I want to help here but I cant assume things. I need you to talk to me, like you need to talk to Angelica because I might be Bree's only hope. I know you think you cant because the more I know, the more they could find out but thats not true."

Standing Hope gathers her papers up, and notes putting them in the file again. She had a hunch that maybe, just maybe she new where to go now.

"I am you ally, I am you friend...when your willing to talk to me more maybe I can help you."

Hope's eyes glisten for a moment that maybe only someone looking for it could see that in her mind things were working and a plan was being formed a hidden truth behind her eyes.

"When your ready to talk..."

Hope gives a small slow nod. Her next stop would be back to see Dalton, and Scott.

"...let me know. I'll help all I can. You have a good heart Gunner."

Faith can't help the giggle that escaped her lips at Sparky's comment about Angel, and the friendly teasing they shared. Hearing that tomorrow she would be on a horse Faith couldnt help but let her eyes light up.

"Tomorrow? Really? Are you sure your feeling up to that?"

She was excited, oh how excited she would but she didn't want Sparky to over work himself eather.

"If we do, only for a little while so you dont over do it ok? And yes I would love to help you in the bank today. Than I can keep an eye on you."

Looking over to JT Amanda was thankful for him saying it was all on him. He was kind and considerate, and she could argue but what would be the point. She new he would insist and she might as well just let him have this ok.

"Thank you JT. "

Pulling into a little fast food place Amanda takes a moment. Glancing into the back seat as Bree just stared out the window the blanket still wrapped around her and than looking to JT.

"We are pretty far from home, and we have a little time. Maybe we could go in and stretch a little?"

Silence

Ty shrugs. "There are worse things than smelling like moldy paper but I doubt you smell that bad."

He manages to quirk a grin. "Yeah... I get a spiffy badge. I guess I always wondered if I'd actually get to use it sometime, but as it sits... I don't have much authority. I could make an arrest if I needed to, but I'm not allowed to carry a gun, and I better be a hundred percent sure about the arrest or I could get the whole Elite into trouble. I usually keep pretty quiet about where I work for that reason."

Slipping the badge back in his pocket, he works on finishing his food. "Someday..." His tone becomes wishful. "Someday I'll be able to say hey, I made something of myself. My brother... he's a mechanic. I think he might even be part owner of an auto garage now. My sister... she works at this ranch with my mom, taking care of housekeeping, some chores, a bit of bookwork - already had college and business experience with a lawyer. My dad... he's a vet. Just seems there's something better than a janitor, ya know?"

He pauses, the dream fading from his eyes. "But who am I kidding? Anybody who can't read ought to be lucky to be a janitor at all."

Glancing at his watch, Ty quickly and noticeably changes subjects. "Well, I got time to walk you back to the arcade, then get on over to headquarters. If I'm there early, maybe I'll get a few brownie points with the chief."


Gunner looks Hope square in the eye as she talks, never breaking his gaze. She'd been there for him in his darkest time... she had helped him, right alongside Bree, to make sure he knew he was worth something in this world. Could he trust her with that? Yes. He had no doubt that her intentions were pure and that she would do all she could.

"...but the less you know, the less they can extract from you." He blinks. "I can't tell you what's going on, Hope. I'm sorry. You're smart enough to figure out why I'd break someone out of Crescentview. And if you want to know where Bree is - I do not know."

It was the truth. After hearing JT's car had been abandoned, Gunner had no idea where they were or if they'd even stuck with their original plan.

"This is bigger than a temper tantrum. This is bigger than insanity. And you're right... I wasn't going to pull the trigger. Seems someone convinced me that was a bad idea once." He searches Hope's eyes. He needed an ally, and he needed one badly. But he couldn't give up his comrades... at least not openly. Every word he said could be heard by anyone outside this room. He would simply give Hope the chance to investigate, and if a particular someone decided to tell her what had happened, then it was their own choice. Gunner knew they would make the right decision based on whatever was going on outside these walls.

Leaning back in his chair casually, he sighs. "So how're things at the office today?" Making small talk was an easy tactic to distract anyone from the issues at hand... or at least make it look as though that's what he was doing. "Did your boyfriend manage to fix the coffee maker for Susanne or is he still busy playing with computers?"


"Mmm..." Sparky thinks as he approaches Faith, stepping up beside her to greet the horse as well. "I'm feeling better than yesterday. "If Angel doesn't catch me out here, I should be doing pretty well."

He chuckles softly. "I mean, any guy likes attention, but having her after you is like running from a yellow jacket - you just can't get away."

His eyes sparkle with a teasing glint. He loved Angel as much as anybody and her doctoring nature was truly appreciated. But it didn't mean that teasing was eliminated. "And don't you tell her I said that either or I'll be in even more hot water."

Checking the time, Sparky glances down the aisles. Chores were just starting. "If... you want to accompany me and give me a hand here so I don't keel over from overexertion, I'll introduce you to who you'll be getting on tomorrow, weather permitting."


The night had been way too long. But JT had managed to squeeze in a couple hours worth of sleep, then had insisted he drive for a while so Amanda could rest as well. Thankfully, the traffic wasn't bad, and back roads proved to not slow them down too much. He was amazed that they had not encountered any police yet. But perhaps it was taking the investigators longer to connect him to Amanda than he'd thought.

"We need to pick up something to eat," he mentions, glancing ahead at some of the signs. They would need lunch later as well, and probably supper since they wouldn't arrive to the ranch until that night. It wasn't a short jaunt, for sure, but it was the safest method at this point.

Sighing, he spies a sign for some fast food. "I want you to know that the expense of this whole thing is on me... You've risked a lot and it's taking up a lot of your time so... I want to make sure you're compensated."


"He's not talking. He's not eating. He's a tough case."

Adam sighs and nods to his wife. "I wish Dylan was under a legal requirement or had come here on his own. But maybe Mick's right... maybe going to his and Rosetta's ranch will be good for him."

"I don't know." Brenda sits in silent thought for several moments. "I thought there in the beginning that he'd started opening up. At least when he was shouting at Mick he was expressing himself."

"Yeah. They had a couple talks. Dylan wasn't cooperative but Mick was doing a good job with him."

"Right. He even talked back to me constantly at first. But now... he won't even say "hi" or "go away." He just sits and stares at the floor like all the life has gone out of him."

"Do you think he's a suicide risk?"

"No... no I don't think so. I think there's a whole lot more going on in that head of his than we can even see. He's determined... bull-headed just like his father. He wants to win, no doubt. And I think that's what's keeping him alive. But if he doesn't start eating, he's going to get sick. He's already lost weight since he's been here and he was thin to begin with."

"By next week, we'll have to let him go unless there are any more developments."

"Agreed. As far as the drugs go, he's come through this decently. Not the easiest case but not the hardest either. It's just his attitude that's trouble."

Adam gives her a wry grin. "At least when he's silent, he's not swearing."

Brenda chuckles. "This is true. I just can't help but wonder why he won't talk. Especially because he was talking in the beginning, then just shut down. Usually that would mean he's protecting someone or is scared. But there's no one to protect, and he's not the type to be scared."

"Well... I don't know, Hon. Sometimes we see people come and go and we just have to pray that they make it, even when we never see them again."

Mold

Wiping her own mouth with a napkin and than taking a sip of her drink Libby smiles giving a nod as she see the Elite badge. She had heard of them before, and new there were a branch of the police but anything else from there she really didnt know.

"Hey a job is a job you know. As long as your making money to pay the bills who cares what it is your doing. And at least you get a spiffy badge."

Finishing off the last bite of her wrap Libby pops an onion ring into her mouth.

"I work at a library part time and I don't get a badge to wave around. Well actually I get to work in the basment working with the microfilm, and taking care of old books and papers. Meet me a day after that and I smell like moldy paper."

Once left alone with Gunner Hope's mouth turns up in a small grin. Taking the chain out from under the table she sits down putting the folder down in front of them.

"Do I think your crazy..? Crazy in love to have broken into a mental hospital to get your girlfriend out...than yes."

Opening the folder with the pictures in it Hope lays them out in front of Gunner. Studying them again for a moment before she talked Hope looked making sure she really saw what she had earlyer.

"Do I think you would of pulled the trigger on the gun? No, I honestly don't think you would of. Your body language here, and your eyes in this pictures tell me so. You went through all that trouble to get your girlfriend out, I don't think you would of left her alone like that."

Leaning back in her chair again Hope cocks her head a little to catch Gunner's eyes. Her own relaying her emotions and showing how serous she was.

"I know you asked for Angelica to help you Gunner, and I know I am not her. But I might be able to help Bree by proving she is not crazy. If you tell me where she is, I can get in contract with her, or go to where she is and do an evaluation on her. If you tell me what happened I can help. Gunner, you can trust me you know that."

Not hearing Sparky come in Faith gives a jump to his voice before turning around a smile forming on her own face. Scratching the horses face again Faith gives it a side long glance.

"And why didn't you tell me he was behind me? Selling me out huh?"

Stepping away from the horse and a little closer to Sparky Faith smiles. It was good to see him up and moving around on his own. The smile in his eyes that had returned like a spring rain to weary eyes.

"I wasn't sure if you would be up and about today, though I have to say its good seeing you standing. How are you feeling?"

Just

Ty lets the subject of reading drop for now. Libby seemed pretty determined, and while he himself was determined he couldn't read, there was still a buried desire to learn. He would deal with the issue if it came up again.

Her question of his job brings a wry grin. Wiping his mouth with a napkin, he leans back and reaches into his pocket to pull out an Elite badge. Turning it around to Libby, he shakes his head. "Don't get exited... I'm just a night janitor. I was the only one that could crack our own security system and... I'm a janitor."


Reese quirks an eyebrow, not completely convinced about Gunner, but he shrugs. "Yeah, keep 'em. Let me go make a few phone calls and I'm sure I'll be back so we can go pay this rascal a visit."

Sure enough, it wasn't forty-five minutes later that Reese was back and ready to take Hope down to the station where he could get her cleared to see Gunner. The drive doesn't take long and they're being let in by an officer.

Gunner still sits at the empty table, his hands cuffed in front of him, though he's managed to turn his chair around and straddle it. He's been offered water to drink a time or two, but he's still in his same grimy clothes and has not yet had a chance to clean his face. He was exhausted without sleep for the night, and still running on adrenaline.

Hearing the door click open, he looks up quickly, seeing Reese and Hope. He smirks a little and shakes his head. "I ask for a lawyer and I get the counselor again. Guess I shouldn't be surprised."

Reese rolls his eyes and gestures to a chair for Hope. "I'll be right outside. Let us know when you're done or if you need anything."

Left alone with Hope, Gunner folds his hands, squaring his shoulders. "Well now... what do you think, doc? Am I crazy yet?"


Entering the quiet barn, Sparky immediately hears Faith's voice and follows it until he spies her giving a treat to one of the horses. He just stands and watches her for a moment, a grin forming on his face, creating faint crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

"Keep giving him goodies and I might get jealous," he teases.

Apple

Giving Ty a light kick under the table Libby looks at him sternly but a smile was still on her lips. She did want to help Ty, even if he thought he would fail.

"If I thought it was wasting my time, I wouldn't have asked you silly. I asked because with a little time and patients I know you can learn. Even if it takes you longer than most people."

Taking a bit of her wrap Libby smiles at Ty enjoying the food and the company of her new friend. It was different, it was nice, and it was defiantly better than dealing with her brother.

"So, you said you had to be to work at seven, where do you work?"

Looking up from her mask shift desk as Reese enters Hope cocks her head. She talked with Reese at least once a day, but today something seemed different. Taking the pictures and looking at them for a long moment Hope is silent. She was a bit superised but studying the pictures closer she notices a few things that she takes into account.

"If your asking, if I think he would of pulled the trigger. No I don't. I would assume he was banking on scaring the cops knowing they wouldn't come closer. I would say he was more protecting someone or something. Thats only observation though."

Holding the pictures up and flipping through the few others Hope cocks her head to one side and than to another. Studying the pictures for a long moment.

"If I can talk to Gunner I might get a better perspective of what was going through his head. So if you can arrange that, that would be great."

Holding the pictures up Hope nods.

"Can I keep these?"

Inside the barn Faith runs her hand up and down the horses soft nose. She didnt know if Sparky would be out of bed today at all, but she wanted to at least give the poor on man without him.

"Hey there pretty baby....they gonna let you out soon huh?"

Faith continues to rub the horses nose, and cheek putting her other hand into her pocket and taking out a half of an apple.

"You want this huh? it will be out little secret ok...dont tell anyone."

Giving the horse the apple Faith cant help but giggled feeling the wiskers and soft lips on her hand.

Wasting your time

Ty gives a soft chuckle at Libby's grin. "You think I need learning to read as an excuse to come find you again?"

He shakes his head, seeming to almost forget about her question. But if one looked closely enough, they would see in his eyes that he was considering the offer and weighing consequences. He chews on his chicken, taking his time and using his full mouth as an excuse to not have to talk again right away. Eventually though, he knows he needs to answer her.

"I don't know... I'm tired of failing, ya know?" His eyes find hers, a look in his own proving the inner battle that was being waged. "I mean, every time I try, I just wind up falling on my face... My face is sore now and I don't want to take another fall. I know it'll just end up the same again. My brain's just not... wired right or something. You can tell me how to spell "dog" every day for three weeks and I'll eventually catch on. Then three more weeks later and I'll have forgotten. I just..."

Looking back down at his chicken, there was an ache in Ty's heart that hurt whenever he convinced himself he couldn't do this. Deep down he knew he wasn't stupid. Deep down he had stored away memories of people being amazed at his mathematical skills... not that those skills had ever amounted to anything other than letting someone break into TJY and almost getting himself fired. But right now... he'd rather know how to read than add two and two. But after trying so many times, he just didn't believe any more that he could do it."

"I don't want you wasting your time on somebody who can't learn."


"Why, Gunner?!" Reese stands with his hands on his hips, staring down at his Elite agent sitting at the interrogation table in the police station. "Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you're in?"

"Yes."

"And that's all you have to say? You go in the dead of the night, break out some girl from a mental hospital, and you have no reason for me?"

"I want to talk to Angelica."

Reese folds his arms. "Okay. I can arrange that. But not until you've told me what's going on."

"I can't do that."

"Does this involve the Agency?"

"No."

"Tell me what's going on, Gunner. That's a direct order." Silence. "You realize you've put your job on the line, right?"

"Yes."

"Who was with you last night?" Silence. "Tell me who it was!" Silence. Reese sighs and runs a hand down his face. "Alright, fine. You've gotten in trouble before, but this takes the cake."

Gunner's jaw is set stubbornly and he looks up at Reese. "I want to see Angelica."

"Why can't you trust me?"

"Because you want to fire me."

"I didn't say I wanted to! But you're forcing m y hand here. Brown is furious that an Elite agent did something like this. You'll be lucky if you stay out of prison for this, let alone your friend, who, by the way, they will find, whether you like it or not."

The door suddenly opens and an officer steps in to hand Reese a folder. "Here you are, sir."

"Thank you." Reese flips through the pages as the door is shut again. "Ahh... so the patient in question is Bree Conner... seems I've heard that name before, Gunner."

Gunner lets out a long, slow sigh. He knew it wouldn't take long for the information to filter through. "She's my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? I didn't even know you had a girl, let alone one in a mental hospital."

Gunner glares at him. "Drop it, Reese. I did what I had to do."

"Says here they believe it was Bree's uncle, Jack Timble, in cahoots with you. That true?"

Gunner shrugs. "Why don't you ask him?"

"Because it seems it's unreachable, and his car was found abandoned alongside the road about an hour ago."

Gunner's eyes shoot up. JT's car had been abandoned? So... where were JT and Bree?

Reese reads Gunner's face. "I could probably get someone to track them down and make sure they're safe..."

"And what? Turn 'em in? No."

"Gunner, you two broke the law! Who are you protecting, and why?!" Silence. Reese shakes his head. "Alright. Fine. This is the police's case anyway. I was just trying to see if there was a way out for you, but with your uncooperative nature, it just isn't going to happen. You're on your own."

Gunner stares after him as the door falls shut, leaving the room still and quiet. He stares across at the mirror that he knew was a window into the room. Keeping a straight face, he gives a little wave to whoever was watching. If Bree was safe... this was worth it. It was up to JT now to prove the legalities. And if Angelica knew the case, she might be able to help as well, not to mention she might be able to detect a loophole to get him out of this mess.

...Reese gets back to TJY, still mad. Papers in hand, he heads down the hall to where Hope was still set up and knocks before entering. "Hope?" He approaches her desk grimly. "Not everyone knows this yet, but Gunner was arrested in the wee hours of the morning for breaking a patient out of Crescentview Mental Facility... you know, that hospital in Crescent about an hour from here. Anyway, they got some photos as he was being arrested."

Reese slides some photos towards Hope. They were of Gunner in his night gear with his pistol to his head. "They said he threatened suicide when they cornered him. Do you think he's still that desperate? 'Cause if he is, that might get him out of jail, but it would also mean he still needs some serious help. If you need to see him face-to-face, I can pull some strings. But I need to know if I'm gonna get my man back."


Sparky grunts a little as he leans over to pull on his boots. He had a headache and was still a little dizzy, but he couldn't spend another day in here. It was early yet, but the sun was coming up. Most likely there were only a few guys in the barn so far and that was just as well - he'd get less flack from being out there to work.

It wasn't too chilly this morning, but he puts a jacket on anyway and slaps on his hat. Grabbing his gloves, he tucks them in his back pocket and exits his bunkhouse. Taking in a deep breath, he smells the morning. It smelled different than the afternoon or evening. For just a moment, a sweet fragrance rides on the breeze... one he recognized. How it made its way to his senses now, he didn't know. But it was welcoming and seemed to make him warm.

Walking towards the barn, he questions if he would see the wearer of the scent before breakfast. She'd been so good to him the last few days, and he knew he didn't even remember half of it. He wonders how he could ever repay her for her kindness.

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Sparky slowly trudges on, hoping he'd feel more awake once he tried to do a few chores.

Grin

Listing to Ty Libby had a ping in her heart. Everyone had seemed to give up on Ty and worst of all he gave up on himself. It was sad to Libby to see that, because just talking to Ty she could tell he was smart.

Opening her wrap and taking the chicken out of it Libby dips it in the honey mustard sause before putting it back into the wrap and taking a bit of it.

"I'm sorry you have had some tough luck Ty. Thats really horrable that no one has wanted to help you and stick with it. But you keep thinking your not good enough, and your never going to learn."

Leaning back in her chair for a moment Libby just looks across the table at Ty. Just searching his eyes she new there was a want to learn there some where.

"I can tell by talking to you, that your a smart guy and can pick up on things fast. You just need someone who with stick with you, and has the patients to help. Wont you let me try a little? I mean its not going to be like sit down cram a book and loo...we will try a differnt tactic and pluse than you will get to see me more."

Libby gives a big grin.

School

Ty's eyes drop at Libby's question, and for the first time today, he seems to shut down. Thankfully, their order number is called, so he has an excuse to leave and come back with their food.

Once they've started eating though, Ty's had enough time to get over it. "Yeah." He takes bite of his chicken tender, dipping it again in the bbq sauce. "That's why I failed my driver's test... several times."

He shrugs lamely, his gaze remaining on his food as he tries to act as though the whole thing doesn't really matter. "I've had people try to help me before, Libby... I just don't have the smarts for it."

Pausing, he takes a sip of his drink then fools with another chicken tender bu delays a bite. "When I was a kid... in school... I didn't learn like the other kids. At first the teachers thought I was slow, so I got put in some special ed classes. I... didn't respond well to the teaching or my classmates."

Ty finally looks up at Libby. He had never told that to anyone. "Then they decided I was just being stubborn so they swapped me out again but by then I was behind the regular kids so I got put back a grade. Still couldn't read though. I got some stupid teachers who thought I was doing it on purpose 'cause I was doing alright in things like math and science - when no actual word reading was involved. So they forced me to do my work anyway with no extra help. I started failing. My adopted parents... they didn't give a flying rat's butt about why I was having a problem so I just got into trouble when I started getting F's."

Another shrug comes. He didn't know why he felt Libby deserved the story... no one else ever had, not even Katie. But maybe he was finally to the point where he really had given up. It just didn't matter anymore. "And now... I don't know... sometimes I can remember short words and sometimes I can maybe figure out parts of letters my mom sends me but not enough to really get the good stuff. Then if I don't keep trying, I just forget it all and it's like starting over from square one. If I could take my stupid driver's test orally, I'd be okay. I know all the answers, I just... don't know where they are on the page."

Shaking his head, Ty tries to concentrate on his food again. "I appreciate the offer... but I'm not convinced that any more help is really gonna do any good. I just can't do it."

Little eyes

Sitting with Ty and waiting for the food Libby enjoyed the light conversation with him. He was smart, and if never told so, and never put into the position she wouldn't have been able to tell he couldn't read. It crossed her mind that no one showed him, or maybe no one had the pasents to help. Oh how much he was missing not being able to at least read a little.

Giving a soft smile and a little nod Libby turns a little in her chair to look at the menu again. Starting at the top she started to read.

" Number one they have A spicy chicken sandwich, second they have chicken frys, third they have a ranch chicken wrap, fourth they have a bacon ranch chicken melt..."

Libby's words trail off as she looks down at Ty again. There was a bit of question in her eyes, and though the list was done she wanted to ask Ty something.

"Is that why you didnt pass your driving test Ty? Because if it is, I would be more than willing to help you. I always have a bunch of free time and I wouldn't mind at all."

Starting out again Amanda does her best to with talking. She new JT was getting tired and she couldn't blame him. Finally though as the car falls silent her question going unanswered she looks over to see JT sleeping. Adjusting the mirror to look in the back and see Bree was resting comfortable still two little eyes from under a blanker stared back at her. Amanda's heart went out for Bree again feeling bad for her. Giving a small smile she looks to the road and than back to Bree in the mirror.

"Would you like me to turn on some music so you have something to listen to? I'm not sure what we can get out here, but I am sure I can find something. Would you like that?"

Seeing the blankets move a little Amanda could tell Bree was shaking her head yes. Reaching out and turning on the music more in the backseat than the front so it wouldnt bother JT Amanda looks for something to listen to. Setting on a more soft but upbeat christam station she was she she had hurd the name of the bad before.

"Don't go anywhere, dont touch that dial, if you though the last band was good your going to love the next one. Jetstream coming to you with there new hit single."

Looking back in the mirror once more Amanda talks to Bree.

"There we go, something nice to listen too. If you want anything to drink there are some water bottle there by you by the floor. Try to close your eyes and get some sleep ok? We will be there soon, and your Uncle is right up here sleeping too. So you have nothing to worry about."

Focusing back on the road again Amanda cracks open her window a little to help keep herself awake as well. Singing softly to the music as it played on the radio the soft sun rise greeting her as she drove over the next mountain top.

Silent

Ty stares up at the menu as Libby casually names some of the items off. It could all be Egyptian hieroglyphics and he wouldn't be the wiser, though he did recognize a few letters up there. Now if the board said "cat" and "run" he might be able to figure it out. At any rate, he was glad that Libby could find what she wanted.

He gives her a little grin. "You're welcome."

Finishing their order, he pays and they stand and wait until it's ready. While waiting, he looks back up at the menu again. "Hey, Libby..." He bites his top lip, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, swaying just a little. "Tell me what the choices are again? But... list them from top to bottom... then I can remember what numbers they are next time I come. I might... I might want to try something different sometime."


JT gives a short laugh. "Yeah..." He holds up his pop. "This just isn't cutting it."

He looks in on Bree again before shutting the door and wandering back around to the passenger front seat. Getting in, he just thinks for several moments. What had he gotten them into? Did they really do the right thing? Was there really no other way? Did this wrong really make a right?

Setting his pop bottle down in the cup holder, he points to the highway. "Just keep on going... when you hit Pine Valley, you'll wanna start heading south just a bit."

Leaning back in his seat, he tries to keep his eyes open and even tries smalltalk to stay awake. But it wasn't very many more miles before he was sound asleep.


"Who was the other man with you? ...What other information did you have? ....Who helped you, Brent?!"

Gunner sat at the table, his hands cuffed in front of him. His eyes remained glued to the wall behind the detective and his lips remained silent.

The detective's palm slams down on the table. "Breaking and entering! Assault! Attempted murder! Kidnapping! How long do you want the list, eh? We will find out who else helped you... and all of you will pay for this. But trust me... you want it to go easier, you start talking."

Silence.

"Fine. Sit here and think it over for a few hours. The chief will want to know about this."

The door slams shut and Gunner leans down to put his head in his hands. He would not give up JT, Scott or Dalton. Tomorrow he would start asking to see someone who maybe could help. But for now, he would remain silent.

Trauma

Exiting the arcade and taking a deep breath of air Libby puts her hands into her jacket pocket. It was chilly out, but the walk would defiantly be a nice change from driving.

Not taking long to get to the small restaurant Libby enters with Ty. She'd never been here before but she had heard about it. Standing next to Ty Libby looks up at the menu for a long moment. Taking into consideration what Ty had said where the best options that he new of.

Without even thinking twice about it Libby reads some things off the list talking to herself but saying it loud enough that Ty could here, and yet not feel like she was shooting him down.

"Lets see what we got here..spicy chicken sandwich, Onion rings, chicken frys, a ranch chick wrap...Mmmm...."

Libby brings a hand to her mouth for a long moment contemplating what she wanted.

"I think I'd like the chicken wrap and onion rings."

Turning to Ty and gives a smile her eyes give a small twinkle.

"Thank you, by the way!"

Getting out of the car to stretch her own legs and use the rest room Amanda makes her way back to the car. Leaning her back on the passenger side door she runs a hand though her hair before looking down and just watching Bree and JT for a long moment.

As the car door opens and a cool breeze enters Bree shivers slightly and pulls the blankets around herself. It had been a long night that started with a panic of not knowing quite where she was, that continued with horrible dreams and nightmare.

Looking up at her Uncle Bree's eyes held a little more life to them as they had before though much of her mind was still foggy, and the voice she so desperately wanted to use just wouldn't come, not yet.

Ranch, bed, sleep, where were they going? Her mind tried to process everything but it seemed so far away just to figure out the simplest of thing. Just moving her hand to place it back on the car seat Bree staired at the off color leather keeping the blanket Gunner had wrapped around her close.

Shaking her head Amanda lets out a small sigh. She felt so bad for JT and for Bree. She could only hope things would go right once they got to the ranch. She had seen these sighs before like Bree was showing without talking and most of the time it was dew to trama. It was good to see her awake though and one could hope her voice would finds its way back to her in time with rest.

Giving a soft chuckle at JT's offer Amanda shakes her head resting a hand on his shoulder.

"You can hardly say awake yourself JT. You've been through alot more than I have tonight and need the rest. I'll be ok for a few more hours. You try and get some sleep."

Dawn

Ty gives Libby a sheepish look, then his own laugh. "Alright. We'll I'd probably end up getting in trouble too, so I'd say it's a good idea all around."

Tossing his cup into the trashcan, he nods to the door. "I know a place we can walk to, then come back and get your car when we're done." He stops and quirks an eyebrow. "I know just about every place we can walk to, come to think of it. Without wheels, one tends to know those things."

Heading back through the arcade, he pauses at the door for Libby, then exits with her. Walking to Buck's only takes five minutes and the little cafe was hardly busy. It was a family-owned restaurant, small with only one room to sit and a limited menu. But their specialty was chicken strips and fries, and they immediately became a favorite place to eat after anyone tried them for the first time.

Ty enters and stops a ways back from the counter, looking up at the menu board. "Their original chicken strips are to die for, or they got spicy. They also have...." He gestures to the lists. "...several other things, but I have no clue what they are, so you'll have to take your pick. And if I didn't say it before, this is on me."


JT cocks his head and just watches Amanda for several moments. He'd hoped she would help, but he had no idea she'd go this far out on a limb for him and Bree. He'd already said thank you, but... "Thank you... right now all we need is to get to the ranch. After that, we'll get you home... and if anyone questions you or tries to get you in trouble, I'm taking the heat... I don't want you pulled down with this."

Her offer for the napkins makes him grin a little. He knew he must look a sight. Looking in the mirror under the visor proves it and he cringes. "It's amazing you didn't just keep right on driving when you saw me." Taking the napkins he works at the makeup, eventually getting his face to the point where it maybe looked like he'd been in a mechanic's shop all day but no longer at war.

Several hours into the trip, the sky is turning gray, signaling that dawn is just over the horizon. One stop for gas and another stop to stretch their legs and JT was having a hard time staying awake. Ambling back to the car with a bottle of pop, he takes a swig, looking around the almost-empty parking lot. Going to the back of the car, he opens the door near Bree's head and squats down, reaching in to run his fingers through her hair. "Hey, Bree," he greets quietly. "How ya doin', huh? That water set with you alright? We're gonna be there soon, okay? Few more hours and we'll get you in a nice comfy bed where you can just relax and sleep."

He glances up to see Amanda. "They've got a doctor at the ranch... I'm hoping she's got the stuff we can set up for an iv once we get there so we can get some nutrition into Bree."

Sighing, he stands up. "You want me to drive for a while?"

Compartment

It was nice seeing Ty smile. Though she hadnt know him for long she got the feeling it was something he really didn't do often and it made Libby feel good that she could help him do so.

Looking at the clock and seeing just what time it is she can't help but be a little surprised. Normaly she was good at keeping track of time but today...well it just slipped away.

Thinking for a long moment about dinner Libby new all she would do was go home, listen to her mom and step dad fight, have to deal with her brother stupidity and maybe for once she really just didn't want to deal with that.

"For dinner...I will probably be trying to stay out of trouble and...that might be a little easier if I had someone with me."

Libby gives Ty a side long glance as she puts her own guitar onto the small stands for now. Grabbing her pop she had been milking the whole time she takes one long sip of it before tossing it in the trash. Giving a shake of her head with a little giggle Libby looks at Ty again.

"Yes Ty, if your asking I will go to dinner with you."

Getting back into her own car Amanda waits for JT to get Bree situated in the back of the car before finally pulling out onto the road again. Just continuing down the dark back road Amanda follows JT's directions with no questions asked. Not being able to help but glance once and a while in the back seat admiring how gentile and caring he was with Bree.

As JT starts to crawl into the front seat Amanda moves a few things placing them on the ground in the back behind her, and just shoving over items like her gloves and what not. Her car wasnt the cleanest today and to her it almost like she was living it it, but most weeks she was so busy that she did live out of it.

Continuing to drive Amanda listens as JT starts to tell her about Bree, and himself and what had happened. It pained her heart to think someone would do that to another person when there was no need, especially when the person was there own child. Amanda didnt know Bree from a hill of beans but whenever she saw her in the hospital Bree had always been nice.

"Thats horrible all the stuff had to happen to Bree. She is pretty lucky to have someone like you around them.Well, I'm really glad I deiced to help. I know you would of done the same for me."

Giving a quick glance to JT in the passage side Amanda takes him in, and the look of love for Bree behind it eyes was amazing.

"I am glad I did come to help. You would of done the same for me. Just keep giving me the directions and I will get you to Texas in one peace. I really hope they can help you. If I can do anything else just let me know too. Ok?"

A soft smile comes to Amanda's face. Running a hand through her hand for a moment and than moving her glasses up on her face a little as they started to slide down her nose she lets out a sigh. She might have been tired before but she was awake now, with a destination, a promise in mind.

"In the glove compartment there, there should be some napkins and some lotion if you want to get that paint off your face.

The only one

A mixture of relief and gratefulness sweep through JT. He lets Amanda go and nods. "Alright. Let me move her into your car."

It takes some doing but he manages to move Bree from his car and into Amanda's. Climbing into the back seat with her, he gets Amanda's bag, not needing to ask where or what anything was. He doesn't bother turning around as he starts to work on Bree. "Just keep on this road until you hit thirty-five, then you'll hit a right." He tears into a pack of alcohol swabs, gently starting to clean Bree's wounds.

"Easy, babe," he croons. "Just relax. You're safe now. Everything is going to be okay." Before he's finished with her, he fishes a small digital camera from his pocket and snaps a few pictures of the bruises and signs of brutality or neglect. It would be their only proof of anything.

JT keeps to himself for the next half hour, gently working with Bree and not caring if Amanda heard his father-like comfort. Eventually, he gets Bree comfortably situated in a blanket and resting for now. He knew it would take a while for the meds to work out of her system.

Crawling into the front passenger seat, he rests his elbow on the door, leaning his head into his palm and closing his eyes as he tries to relax for the first time tonight. "Thank you... Amanda." His quiet voice proved his exhaustion. "Not many people would have helped without question."

Falling silent again, he eventually lifts his head and opens his eyes to stare at the dark road. "Bree had a bad upbringing. She always had a different way of thinking and doing things, even when she was a kid. Her parents - my sister and brother-in-law - showed her no love until she eventually tried to commit suicide. It was a good excuse for them to say she was unstable and they put her in Crescentview. Eventually, she got out and slowly recovered... thats when she and I started interacting a whole lot more. Her parents basically ignored her so I just... took on that role."

Pausing, JT reflects on the love he had for his niece. She deserved so much better than this. "Last handful of years, things were fine. Until about two weeks ago... Bree's parents forced her back to Crescentview with radical treatment, when she was perfectly healthy and stable. It had to do with money and there was no way we could get her out... until tonight."

He knew his appearance explained enough about how they had gotten Bree out. "And here we are. Until we can prove what really happened, I've gotta keep her safe and avoid the police. A friend of mine... Bree's boyfriend... he's probably already behind bars by now."

He takes a deep breath. "So, I'm headed to a ranch in Texas where there are people I can trust. They don't know we're coming but... I know they'll help."

Stopping again, he looks to Amanda, noticing for the first time that her appearance proved he'd gotten her out of bed. "I'm sorry..." He takes his sleeve and wipes of more dark paint from his face. "You were the only one I could think of to call."


Ty has a ball with Libby, relaxing and just having fun, ignoring his insecurities for one of the first times in a long time. As they finish up the game, he laughs and shakes his head, setting down the guitar. "I think it would be a while before I could beat you."

Stretching tall, he looks towards the clock on the wall. "Dang... I don't want to go home." Sighing, he cocks his head at Libby. "I gotta be to work at seven.... but what are you doing for supper?"

Kit

As Ty takes the guitar Libby smiled and gave a small nod. She was happy her new found friend would play the game with her. Giving a chuckle at his comment she did nothing to draw attention to it.

After a few moments of setting the game up and than reading off the songs so Ty could pick the one he wanted the game started. Laughter rang from the room as Libby showed Ty how to play, did her own stuff and even tryed to be silly about it.

"Oh Green....red, red....AHHH they had to throw in an orange and mess me up didn't they."

Laughing again and moving on to more songs time passed quicker than anyone realized. It deffintly was nice having someone worth wild to hang out with. Singing along with the song on the last few notes Libby does a fake bow as it ends. Panting for breath as she turns to Ty.

"Your pretty good at this. Keep practicing and you might give me a run for my money."

Giving a little jump at JT's firm tone Amanda backs away a little bit. Not that she was scaired but only shocked for a moment still not knowing what was going on. Being pulled back to look at JT Amanda now notices how he was dressed and found it slightly odd. Though in the back of her mind she couldn't help but see his more charming features in the black getup.

"You will have a chance to tell me while we drive than. Get in the back with Bree, here is my medical kit. See if you can clean her arms up a bit they look like they are getting infected."

Not thinking twice Amanda goes to her car again she didnt know what she was getting herself into or why. But she could tell by the look in JT's eyes he needed the help badly and that was good enough for her.

Pun

Relieved that Amanda was coming, JT hangs up his phone and waits. He swivels in his seat to lean back and check on Bree, checking her pulse and responsiveness. He wasn't happy, but she was stable at the moment and that's all he could ask for.

Not long after his call, he spots headlights in the distance. He braces himself in case it is not a friend, but as it pulls up behind his car, he sees it's Amanda. He's out of the car by the time she gets to the back door and doesn't even have time to step into the lights from her car or to say anything before she's checking on Bree.

"No!" His response was short and harsh. "I've got to get her out of town."

Knowing that Amanda might fight him because of the doctor in her, he takes her by the shoulders and moves her away from the car so she can actually see him. He was still in black, his hair matted and sweaty and his face was still showing smeared face paint.

Looking her in the eye, his tone is stern. "Look, I don't have time to explain everything now. I got a whole squad of cops on my tail." His gaze begs her to believe him, his hands still on her shoulders. "I've got to get to Texas. Now if I can borrow your car, I'll have it driven back. Either that, or you'll have to come with us and drive so I can help Bree. But no matter what, I've got to get out of state. Please, Amanda... I'd only be asking you for this if I really needed it. Bree and I both need this vehicle, with or without you. Please... you have to trust me. But you've got to tell me in the next thirty seconds."


Ty squints a little at Libby, a smile playing with his lips again. She really was different. Shaking his head, he rolls his eyes and sets his cup down. "Cakewalk, huh?."

Reaching out, he takes the guitar and puts the strap up and over his shoulder. If Libby wanted him to play that badly, he would. He thought it looked like fun and if she didn't care he couldn't get through the words, then he didn't have a problem sticking around. "Alright. You read and I'll follow."

Late Hour

Searching Ty's face for a long moment. Being informed he couldn't read Libby didn't bat an eye. Thinking for a long second she picks up her drink and take a long sip. She could tell by the look on Ty's face he was embarrassed and the last thing Libby wanted to do was embarrass him even more.

Continuing to hold the guitar out to Ty Libby's air doesn't change. Its the same as when he first came into the arcade. She did in fact still want to play with him. Not being able to read was a silly reason to be held back from having fun.

"Here, you can play anyways. I'll just read off the song we are able to play right now and you can tell me what one sounds like a good one to try. Than from there its a cake walk. I know you will have fun playing."

Letting out his own frustrated growl Dalton wanted to do more. Interrupt radio signals, or something. He felt so helpless just having to sit back and watch.

Giving a glance over to Scott he gives a nod. He would never be able to sleep even if he tryed right now. So he might as well stay with Scott.

"Lets take to clear this stuff down while we wait. I'm not going any where eather."

Rolling over in bed at the sound of the phone Amanda sits up in bed squinting at the alarm clock. It wasnt unusal to get a phone call this late from the hospital but normally they would use her pager.

Sitting up and flipping the little bedside light on Amanda takes her glasses from the dresser and puts them on before picking up the phone. Her voice was sleepy evident that, that is what she had been going.

"Hel...lo?"

Hearing JT's voice on the other line Amanda sits up a little straighter, it wasnt every day he called her let alone at this time of night. Something had to be wrong. Hearing that JT needed to use her Amanda was a little hesitant not knowing all the details. But she new she could trust JT and if she was there too what would be the harm.

"Give me about ten minutes and I will be there."

Hanging up the phone Amanda is quick to get out of bed, throw on some sweat pants, and over sized sweat shirt, and pull up the hood. Something told her to bring her Dr bag as well so she did.

In under 5 minutes Amanda had her stuff together, and was locking the door behind her. The drive sixty-two wouldn't take long. She could make it there in less than 3 minutes.

Once on the road Amanda slows her speed down not sure exactly where JT was on this dark road. But seeing the reflection of the car in her headlights She pulls behind the car and gets out.

"JT, whats going on?"

Glancing into the back seat and seeing the condition of his passenger Amanda's heart leaps knowing who she was. Not really giving him a chance to reply she had the back seat open and was leaning in looking over Bree.

"What happened? You need to get Bree to a hospital not take her out of town. You should know that from looking at her."

Amanda's eyes held worry and question not knowing what was going on and what had happened to Bree.

Desperate

Ty watches Libby play, grinning as he sees how good she is. Leaning back against the wall, he tucks one hand halfway in his jeans pocket, cocking his head a little. This young woman was different... nice. And she actually wanted to interact with him. It was definitely better than nodding off on the couch while watching a boring B movie to kill the free time.

Libby's question though, brings him back to reality. Looking her in the eye, he knows he really doesn't have a choice here. He could fake it and maybe get away with it, but Libby was smart. And if he declined, she might think he didn't want to play the game with her, which wasn't true.

Sipping on his rootbeer, he knew that he was taking an awfully long time to answer her. He wanted to avoid this. Most of the time, people either decided he was too stupid to do anything, or they tried to baby him through whatever it was they were doing. Even on the rare occasion that a friend genuinely wanted to help, his embarrassment and frustration kept that at a distance. No matter what, it always ended badly.

Finally, Ty shrugs. "I can give it a whirl, but... I can't pick the songs or anything." His thumb taps on the lid of his cup, making nervous noise. "Look, Libby..." He tries not to be embarrassed. He tries not to let it show, but he knew his eyes would give him away. She'd find out sooner or later anyway. "...I can't read."

He purses his lips and nods once. It was a fact. "So yeah... my choices of games are a bit limited here."


Gunner has never known quite the same pain in his heart as he feels right now, looking into eyes so empty that were so full of life the last time he saw them. "Oh, Bree." Taking her hand, he kisses it gently, putting his own palm against her face. "What did they do to you, huh?"

Standing up, he takes Bree and shifts her in the bed, making sure one blanket stayed wrapped around her. Then slipping his arms under her, he lifts her up so her head can rest on his shoulder. "Alright... let's get you out of here."

Just as Gunner is ready to leave the room, JT suddenly backs through the door, shutting it almost all the way. He puts a finger to his lips and Gunner holds Bree a little tighter. Passing footsteps are heard out in the hall. Once they die away, JT cracks the door and makes sure the coast is clear. Before leaving though, he takes a step towards Gunner, reaching out to touch Bree's hair. Righteous anger flowed through him. It was hard to see her in the dark, but her lack of movement and response told him that she was not in good shape. She was strong, and she could recover, but JT didn't know if he could ever forgive his sister and brother-in-law for this.

"We gotta go," Gunner urges.

JT shoves aside his feelings for now and turns back to the hall, leading the way.

"You're clear on hall two." Scott doesn't take his eyes off the cameras. "Dalton, bring up cam five."

Gunner walks easily with the precious cargo in his arms. JT stays in the lead, his gun drawn, but hoping he did not have to use it. Only having to duck into a supply room once on Dalton's cue, they made it down to the ground level once again, heading to the same door they'd come in.

Scott sees movement on one of the cameras the same time Dalton does. "Gunner, JT, don't go around that corner. Repeat, don't move. Two bogies at the door."

Gunner and JT skid to a halt and look at each other with worry. JT is quick to glance around. There were no doors. No empty rooms. The only escape route was through the two men or back down a long hall.

"Get of there," Scott warns. "They're coming your way." He gives Dalton a worried glance. Where the two doctors had come from, he didn't know. Somehow they must have slipped under the other cameras. The only good thing was they hadn't gone outside yet and discovered the guard who was... Scott's eyes widen. He'd thought too soon.

The unconscious guard is spotted. The doctors reach the emergency phone by the door.

Scott's stomach churns. "Gunner, they called the cops. Get out of there, now."

Gunner and JT had just turned around to go for the hallway, and now break into a run. "Scott, what happened?" Gunner hisses.

"They found the guard."

"Great. What's door three look like?"

"Locked down, but head for it. Go." Scott brings up another screen and hands the task off to Dalton. "Get that thing unlocked. I'm gonna try to find out how long they got before the cops get there.

The next few minutes are a nightmare. The two doctors had found Gunner and JT and had cornered them near one of the exits, but a shot from JT had forced them to stay back. Panic was setting in and it wasn't good.

"We gotta get out of here." Gunner holds Bree close, breathing heavily. "Hang with us, Bree... we're gonna get you out."

JT waits for the click of the door, his hand resting on the handle. "Alright, lets move."

"You're too late guys," Scott warns. "The cops are right outside." The outside security camera showed five cruisers and about eight officers with flashlights and guns drawn. "They're armed and know you two are inside. I intercepted the communication - they don't know who you are, but they know you've got Bree."

"Great." Gunner leans against the wall and tries to think.

"What if we-"

"We're going out." Gunner cuts off JT. "I'm taking Bree and you're gonna walk behind me with the gun so nobody fires. We're going to walk straight down to the car."

"Are you mad? They'll gun us down."

"Not with a patient they won't. Bree's our ticket out." Gunner looks up to one of the cameras, speaking into his mic. "Dalton... Scott... your job is done. I want you to close up and go home so you've got an alibi. Shut down our communication link so they can't trace it." He pauses, giving a nod. "Thank you."

Once JT signals he's ready with his pistol, the door is unlatched and they walk out into the beams of flashlights and the shouts to halt and lower weapons. But when the police see JT's got a gun and that he patient is still with them, they back off, trying to talk them out of it.

Gunner squints in the lights, but continues to walk, straight and tall. His eyes remain on the walkway down through the open gate and to the car across the street. Lights flash and shouting resounds in his ears, but he ignores it all. Fire blazed behind his gaze, his tight jaw hidden under the black and green of paint that had become war paint.

JT's back pressed against Gunners as he walked backward, his handgun stretched out and threatening any officer who made a move towards them.


Scott throws off his mic with a growl and runs his hands through his hair. "They're never gonna get out of there... I knew they needed a bigger team." Sighing, he looks to Dalton. They could still hear the police radio communication, but it didn't look good. "I don't know about you, I'm not going home until I know what happened."

Gunner and JT walk across the street and to the car, Gunner managing to get the door open and setting Bree in the back seat. He runs his hand along her face for a moment, not wanting to leave her. But he knew he had to. "Hang in there... I'll see you soon. I promise."

Standing again, he shuts the door and looks to JT, who was still threatening the police. "I want you to take her out of here."

"But what about you?"

"If we both go, they're going to follow us and we'll never make it. If I stay and give myself up, it'll give you enough of a head start to get out of here."

"But-"

"You gotta do it, JT... please... give me the gun and go."

JT's eyes fill with indecision. But right now, Bree was most important to him. "Alright."

Handing off the handgun, he slips into the car and starts the engine.

Gunner is quick to step away and wave the gun around, keeping the cops away. When an officer advances, he puts the gun to his own head. "Back off!" he barks.

"Sir, calm down. Take it easy."

Gunner knew that the police would always try to avoid a suicide. He keeps the gun to his head. "Take it easy?" he shouts angrily. "I'll take it easy." He fires a shot in the air, then puts the barrel back to his head. He hears the car leaving down the street and knows that JT is out of sight.

Keeping the police occupied for a few more minutes, he finally lowers his gun. They quickly advance on him with ready handcuffs. It was over.


Heading down the road, JT guns it, not caring about red lights or stop signs. He heads to the edge of town, continually looking in his mirror to make sure the cops have not found out yet. Just as he hits the back road that will lead him straight to the highway he was aiming for, his car gives a sputter.

"No... no, no, not now, you bucket of bolts!" JT slams his hand on the steering wheel, but it doesn't do any good. "No!"

The car gives one last lurch before he has to baby it onto the shoulder where it dies. He knew that there was no point in trying to get out and see what was wrong. "God, now what do I do??" He was desperate. Throwing off his baseball cap, he wipes some of his face paint off and takes off his gloves. He turns to check and make sure Bree was okay, giving her arm a gentle pat. "Hang in there, kiddo."

Taking his cell phone, he stares at it. He couldn't call Scott or Dalton. Once the cops figured out who Gunner was, they'd be all over other Elite agents and they'd never get out of the state. But who else was there?

One name came to mind but JT hesitates. Was it worth the risk? At this point, it was the only chance he'd get. He knew she wasn't working tonight.

Dialing, he waits, knowing that he probably will have woken her. "Amanda? It's JT... Jack Timble... look... I don't have time to explain and I'm sorry.... but I need a car and I need it bad. I'm out on sixty-two with a dead engine and I've got to get out of town tonight. Please... you're the only one I could call. Can you help me?"

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Libby gives a laugh at Ty's comment about not knowing music to be able to play the game. So far she had, had a blast showing Ty everything. He seemed intrested in what she had to say as well witch was always a plus.

"Thats actually true to an existent. If you know how to play the guitar normally your going to always want to play the way your really meant to. So that can really mess you up when starting out. But knowing the beats so you can get into the rhythm of the song helps as the same time."

Setting the extra guitar down Libby smile. She was happy that at last Ty would watch and than maybe try afterwards.

Pulling the strap around her shoulders and than putting it into place Libby starts it up. Stopping on the song page she just looks at it for a long moment deciding what song she wanted to choose.

"Lets see, how about we try...Living on a Prayer first. Thats one of my favorites."

Standing up the phone Libby puts her fingers into place on the guitar lining them up with the different colors. As the music starts Libby becomes totally focused on the screen as the different color buttons come up and her fingers move at the same time hitting the colors show to make the beat. Her foot seems to tap to the beat as well trying to keep rhythm for her.

After a few minutes the song ends and Libby seemed to be panting for breath. Wiggling her fingers she looks back to Ty and smiles.

"You want to try with me now with me? Its pretty easy once you get the hang of it and I promise not to put it on expert mode till you think your ready."

After making sure the mics were working and everyone was coming in clear Dalton's eyes scan the computers as his fingers continue to work.

"Watch on your way out, the east hallway. Not always but sometimes I have seen a nurse walking there. Doing who knows what i dont know."

Continuing to just watch Dalton inserts the video feed where needed so no one was the wiser on who was in the hallways or even Bree's room. It was risky, and Dalton didn't know how long he could hold it but his only hope was that everything would be smooth as fast.

"Ok, camera's are good go on through."

In the still corner of the room an almost lifeless body is curled up. The gentil rocking was the only movement she made. Bree's mind had retreated to the dark corners to hide, and block out any pain.

Bruses lined Bree arms and wrists, makings left by the meds that had been injected, the straps that hald her down and the dark circles from the shock treatments. This kind of treatment was held off for the worse pasents, the ones who really were crazy and yet it still was hardly used. The fact alone that Bree wasnt in a coma was amazing.

Looking up at a voice Bree looks at Gunner scanning his face, but the only look on her own was a blank stair. There was no light in her eyes, there was no hidden smile, or smart joke emptiness is what looked back.

But moving her hand slowly Bree reached out to touch Gunner's face. Running her fingers over the side, his cheek in his jawbone as if she was trying to pull herself awake again but just couldnt.

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Scott is glad for the extra swig of sugar and caffeine and accepts the can from Dalton, giving him a grateful look. Most days he was fine, but then every once in a while if he was taken by surprise, the old fear came back.

Gunner listens intently to what Dalton had to say, nodding as he processed. "Sounds great." He glances to JT. "You still in this?"

JT gives a little scoff. "You kidding me? I hit the end of my limit today, Gunner. We're getting her out of there."

Gunner would have smiled had he been in a better mood. Instead, he looks back to the two other men. "Alright... give us all you got."

They had an hour and a half. At that time, they would have a window to get in past the guards at the security gate. Once they were past, they'd head for the side entrance. They would have to get around or go through one guard - there was no way around that one, but Gunner didn't let that pause their plans.

While they made their way inside, Dalton and Scott would work on the inside security cameras, making sure hallway one, five, three, seven and eleven were secure, along with Bree's room. Gunner's plan was to slip in unnoticed, get Bree, then simply slip back out again. The trick would be avoiding the night workers. There wouldn't be as many during the day, but it was still a risk. It was agreed that if someone saw them, they would high-tail it. But no one was to be harmed unless their own lives were in danger. JT and Gunner both agreed to this.

An hour after arriving at TJY, Gunner and JT were now armed with sidearms. Each had donned black gloves and both still wore their caps. Dark face paint had been applied, giving them ample cover in the dark. The only light areas were those of their own eyes.

Scott surveys them from behind the desk. "It looks like you're going to get dropped into deep Africa or something."

"Feels like it." Gunner smirks. "At least in Africa we'd have trees."

Scott nods and sighs. It was going to be a long night. But both he and Dalton had agreed to work as late as required. "Good luck, you two. Test out the mics as soon as you get there but before you get out of the car."

"Right." Gunner nods and looks to JT. "Ready?"

"I was born ready."

Watching the two men leave, Scott shakes his head. "I hope they know what they're doing. They should have more backup than this." He knew the reasons they couldn't, but it was going to make the mission much harder...


The car was parked across the street from Crescentview. Gunner didn't like being that close, but they would need the vehicle nearby for when they came back out with Bree. Both men check their earpieces and mics.

"Testing... one, two, Scott, buddy, you there?"

Scott grins, hearing Gunner's voice. "Roger that." He looks to Dalton to make sure he was up and running too. "All's clear. JT?"

"Hearing you loud and clear."

"Good deal." Scott's eyes look at both screens, working together with Dalton seamlessly to bring up the right camera shots for the facility. "Two guards at the front gate, ready to switch. One of 'em is smoking at the moment."

Gunner takes his binoculars and zooms in on the security booth. "Got 'em."

"Watch your left flank going in. We got a blind spot, but I think there's nothing but a bush." Scott looks back and forth between computers. "Be ready to go in five... four... three..."

Gunner and JT slip out of the car and are sure to shut the doors quietly before slinking across the street and sticking to the shadows. Right on time, the guards leave their posts. There was a thirty-second window where JT and Gunner could scale the gate.

As soon as it's clear, both start climbing, neither saying a word, and concentrating on just getting to the other side. Both drop silently to the ground, crouch, then sneak into the bushes right as the new guards come.

Gunner makes eye contact with JT and gestures to the side of the building. JT nods.

Scott waits, knowing that the two men were quiet for a reason. If he and Dalton didn't see them on camera, it was a good thing.

Gunner and JT wait for a passing light before jogging along the perimeter and then flattening themselves up against the building. Making their way around the side, they met the guard that could cause the most trouble. Staying hidden, Gunner waits a moment, then takes a deep breath. Stepping out of the shadows, he grabs the guard from behind, disarming him and putting a hand over his mouth at the same time. The guard gives a cry but it's too muffled for anyone to hear. He struggles with Gunner for several moments, but after being put in a chokehold, it's not long before a lack of oxygen puts him to sleep. Gunner lets him slide to the ground and is breathing heavily. He looks to JT and nods, keeping his voice low.

"Alright, Dalton, we're going in the east door."

JT grabs the guard's key card and swipes it on the pad by the door. It clicks and they know they're in.

"Kill the cameras," Gunner whispers to Dalton.

Entrance into the building and down the hall went without a hitch. There were even fewer people than planned on and Gunner and JT had a relatively easy job getting through the building and up to Bree's room. Heading down the hall, JT's gun is drawn and he watches Gunner's back as he waits for Scott and Dalton's signal that the electronic door was open.

Slipping into the dark room, Gunner squints, trying to figure out where everything was. His leg bumps a table and he stops, then he spots the small bed in the corner and the figure curled up and still. His hear leaps into his throat and he tries to keep his emotions at bay for now.

Approaching quietly but quickly, he kneels in front of the bed. "Bree?" he whispers, running a hand through her hair. "Bree... it's me.... I'm getting you out of here... can you wake up?


Ty follows along behind Libby, finding most of what she had to say interesting. Some games he recognized and tagged them in his mind for the future. Games he knew were the safest.

Getting to the last room, Ty quirks an eyebrow. He'd heard about this game before, but had never played it. A smile quirks the corner of his mouth. "I've been told you don't have to know a lick of music to play."

Taking another sip of his pop, he eyes Libby a moment, contemplating her offer for him to try. He didn't know what it entailed, and that was dangerous. "Let me watch you first," he suggests.