Posting what I had typed up a while ago and forgot about. Might be short, but meh. Thank you LouiseKurylo for the nice words about this. Hope you enjoy.

PS. I have a poll on my profile for what I should update next.

Warning: Hints of torture... whoops~

I woke up with a gasp, covered in sweat and very confused as to where I was. I sat up quickly, wide awake after my panicked nightmare. A nightmare of that night, walking into that room and finding Kris lying across the bed, only to be grabbed from behind, practically tasting the mint smell on the man's breath before he slit my throat. I grabbed my own throat with a shaky hand, silently glad it was just a dream, and then took another look around the room. I recognized it vaguely as Lisbon's living room; her having let me stay after I finished work and grab some things from my home. As I let out a slow, quivering breath, I pushed myself up off the couch and stalked silently into the kitchen for something to drink. It wasn't long after I'd drank near three cups of coffee and began dozing off at the kitchen table that Lisbon came down from a shower.

"Christ, you look horrible. Did you sleep at all?" She commented, getting a cup herself and grimacing at how little was left in the pot.

I struggled to remember what time I went to sleep, dragging a hand down my face. "Three hours? I don't remember when I actually passed out. Woke up a few hours ago. Nightmare."

She spared me a glance, but I was glad she didn't say anything about my reasoning and instead turned the conversation to work.

"We've been called in by SacPD about a case they want to pass along, so I need to hurry to work. Do you need me to drop you off?"

I waved her off. I didn't need to be at work for another hour or two, and hanging around my workplace alone didn't seem like the best idea today. "Nah. I'll be fine. I'll call a cab or something. And thanks for letting me stay over."

"Sure thing. Oh, and it sounds like this case will be a big one, so I might not be able to let you stay with my team. We'll probably be pulling all-nighters, but I'll give you the details later as to whether someone will be available for you to stay over or not. And I'll try to keep tabs on tracking down this Lawrence fellow for you when I have time."

"Thanks. And sorry again. I shouldn't be adding my mess on top of your guys' work." I apologized, but she grabbed her keys and waved at me from over her shoulder. "Please. We should be thanking you for how you've helped mellow Jane out… See ya. I'll text you later. Try not to go out on your own though."

"Will do." I chimed back, hearing the door click shut behind her and my shoulders gradually slumping. "Come on, Dani. Get a hold of yourself. You can do this. No more babying. They're busy and you need to take care of yourself."

I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath and then letting it out, standing and heading for the phone to call up a cab. I'll be fine."

Lisbon was not liking this. Not one bit. Lorelei was back, actually killing people now, and Jane acted as though he couldn't care less. Whenever she tried to question him or get his opinion, he always seemed to be in his own little world. It was getting harder and harder to get through to him and—she hated to admit this—but she felt that if Dani just hung around for a bit, he'd be slightly more tolerable. As it was now, Jane appeared to be almost siding with Lorelei over her and Lisbon had no doubt that should Lorelei contact him, he wouldn't tell her anything and would go off on his own to do just about anything for her. She didn't want to think that he would do that, but he had yet to prove that he wouldn't.

And with his focus entirely on this case, he's practically shoved Dani's aside completely. Her team was stretched thin as it was, and it was with great regret and worry that she texted Dani to inform her everyone would be working late that night and probably the next. The woman replied that it was fine and she already booked a room at a hotel near her work which was good. Constant movement would make it harder for her pursuer to locate her. It was only a temporary fix though, and she knew that Dani was clever enough to know that herself. Problem was, between Jane messing around and Lorelei on the loose, there was nothing Lisbon could do to help Dani except pray that whoever was after her would take a break for a while until she could solve this case. At the moment though, she was more upset with Jane than anything.

"Evening." The man mumbled as she walked into a second home the team had just discovered belonging to their victim; a Julia Howard, who Lorelei had tortured and killed for information probably on Red John.

"We had an agreement," she snarled at Jane. "No more lies."

"And I haven't," he insisted.

"You didn't tell me you were coming here," she argued back, not up for his little mind games at the moment. "Was Lorelei here?"

"Yes," he reluctantly admitted.

"Dammit, Jane."

"Well, I didn't know she would be. I was just following a lead."

Lisbon highly doubted that. "Which you didn't tell me about."

Jane stood up angrily then, surprising Lisbon briefly, though the woman hid it well. "You know, I tell you about thirty percent of what I do. That doesn't mean I'm lying. Anyway, Lorelei confirmed that I was right. Julia was involved in Miranda's death."

"Oh, you'll have to forgive me if I don't believe her."

"Miranda must have stayed at Julia's shelter," Jane pressed lightly, but Lisbon kept her stern, angry tone.

"I'll check it out. Where is Lorelei now?"

"Uh, she's gone. She left."

"What do you mean, 'she left'? Did you try and stop her?"

"Well, even if I could, I wouldn't. She's trying to figure out if Red John killed her sister. I need to let her do that."

Lisbon couldn't believe him. "And you think, when Lorelei finds out, she's going to tell you his name."

"That's the hope."

"You're putting your trust in the mistress of a serial killer. She's playing you."

"Playing me? How?"

Honestly? "You're blind. You're involved with her. It's clouding your judgment."

"There's no involvement. I feel nothing for her."

"Now, you're really lying," Lisbon said sharply, glaring at him. "If you felt nothing, then how come you've completely forgotten about Dani? Hm? She's out there right now, alone in some hotel room because you're so absorbed in this thing with Lorelei that you haven't even looked at anything about her attacker since this mess started."

"No. That's not true."

"Name one thing. One thing about her attacker that you've figured out since we discovered our first suspect."

Jane went silent, bowing his head slightly as Lisbon nodded.

"That's what I thought. And before you go telling me I've done nothing for her either, I have Cho looking into the background on this Lawrence character when he's not busy with this case. Along with Rigsby and Van Pelt trying to find his current whereabouts and track down possible vehicles and credit cards he may have. And I'm going to make this very simple. I will not be a part of this anymore, and neither will you if you want to remain with the team."

"An ultimatum? Someone's playing a little too much poker," Jane joked but Lisbon continued to glare, and he gave in. "I confess. I-I may have some feelings, but if I have crossed any lines it is not because I like her. I will do anything I can to get to Red John, but you have known that since the start."

Lisbon's phone went off and she picked it up, not shifting her eyes from Jane's.

"Director Bertram. I will be there in the morning, sir," she replied, hanging up.

"Does he want an update?" Jane asked.

"Yes."

"And what are you going to tell him?"

"I don't know," she told him honestly.

"You do realize that if Bertram and Kirkland get to Lorelei before us, then… I'll never see her again. She won't tell me who Red John is."

"I don't know what to tell you, Jane," Lisbon said, moving towards the door, but pausing. "No, you know what? I do." She turned to look over her shoulder and glared at him. "Figure out who's more important to you, Jane, because you're going to lose Dani if you keep doing this."

Jane winced as she stormed out and slammed the door behind her, dropping his head to his chest with a soft sigh. What to do now…?

It had been a week since Lorelei was found killed by Red John, and almost two weeks since Lisbon or Jane had seen Dani. She could tell that, though Jane didn't show it, he was still brooding over Lorelei's death and so, she brought up the suggestion of heading out to lunch with Dani.

"Come on. We haven't seen her face-to-face since the case was closed. And the occasional 'I'm fine' texts are hardly speaking with her," Lisbon pressed, and Jane rolled his eyes.

"If that's what you want, then we'll go have lunch with Dani, but I'm not upset."

"Right. Sure, you're not," she muttered sarcastically as they headed over to Dani's workplace.

Lisbon smiled easily, catching one of the workers there who pointed them in the direction of Dani's typical workspace. It was open, but there wasn't anyone in sight and Lisbon hummed.

"Looks like we missed her."

"Doubt it," Jane grumbled, eyes narrowed. "She tends to forget how long she's been working and probably needs someone to remind her to grab food in the afternoons. We should find her assistant and see if he sent her out already or not."

Just then, a young man walked in and visibly started as Jane turned and smiled.

"Ah, speak of the devil."

"W-What are you doing here? Who are you?"

Lisbon stepped in then. "I'm Teresa Lisbon and this is Patrick Jane. We were looking for Dani, if she's around. We're friends of hers."

The man hesitated but relaxed soon enough. "Didn't you hear? She requested time off."

Jane frowned. "Time off?"

He nodded, depositing the box of tools he had down. "Yeah. Called in about a week and a half ago. Our boss allowed it because of what happened a few weeks back, and could tell it was getting to her."

"Getting to her how?" Jane questioned, something telling him that there was something wrong.

"She didn't look like she was getting much sleep which is typical enough of her, but she was jittery too. I've never seen her like that."

Lisbon and Jane exchanged looks, both suddenly worried over their friend.

"And no one's heard from her?"

He shook his head. "She's supposed to be off for another few days."

"Do you know where she's staying?"

He pointed over his shoulder. "Hotel just down the block."

They thanked him and hurried from the building to said hotel. Lisbon didn't think twice before flashing her badge and requesting Dani's room to be opened for them. What they found made them wince. It was obvious that Dani had not been alright. Soda bottles were spotted everywhere, and the bed lay untouched; though a blanket and pillow were draped on a chair in a corner facing the door and in sight of the only window. Any trash was from delivery places or the room service, and with a phone in reach of the chair, it was apparent that Dani was more troubled with this mess than they thought.

"Something changed," Jane said, catching Lisbon's attention.

"What?"

"Just look at the place. She became paranoid. This isn't the precautions set up by someone like her."

"Jane, she was being stalked by someone. Someone who assaulted her."

Jane shook his head. "No, you're not getting it. Remember how she seemed when I first brought her in? She was a bit panicked, yes, but not to this extent. Something made her paranoid. Something after we started the other case."

Lisbon narrowed her eyes, looking around the room as though it was one of her crime scenes now. "You think someone took her? There are no signs of a break in though. And she called her work."

"That, itself, is strange," Jane pointed out. "She wouldn't call out for work with bandages around her head from her injuries, but she would for this? No. I think something happened to her. We need to talk to her boss."

"Why?"

"To find out if she called herself and if he can recognize her voice."

"Yes, I could tell it was her," Dani's boss, Mr. Whyte, replied. "Believe it or not, but we're a pretty tight knit group here. Not a whole lot of staff who deal with dead corpses on a daily basis and—despite appearances—we rather crave human conversation often enough to want to make friends here. Dani was the odd one out, but even so, she attracts attention and friendships from the rest of us."

"Did she sound odd in any way?" Jane questioned, and he frowned, thinking.

"You think this was about her attack then? That it wasn't her on the phone?"

Lisbon just nervously smiled. "We're looking into every possibility, though she could have just gone off without telling anyone."

"Doubt it," he muttered, rubbing the stubble on his chin. "She's stubborn. I was surprised she asked off in the first place. She doesn't even touch her vacation days. But she didn't sound strange or anything." He paused. "Actually, she did say something odd. Here, let me play it for you."

Lisbon and Jane both looked surprised. "You recorded it?"

He shrugged, moving over to his answering machine. "I was in a meeting when she called. She left a message. Here."

The answering machine beeped and let out its usual report of the number of messages before playing.

"H-Hey, boss. Sorry about calling. You're probably in a meeting or something." She paused briefly before continuing. "I was just letting you know I'll be taking those vacation days I've got left. I'll be gone for a few weeks, probably. Wish I could be of more… help. And if you need me, just call the… house. I know I'm in a hotel for a bit, but I'll be heading home again soon enough. Bye."

"You see?" Mr. Whyte said, but Lisbon looked at Jane in confusion.

"Uh, no. Not really."

He sighed. "For one thing, she's never so polite. Bye?" He scoffed. "She usually just hangs up. Can never tell when she's finished until the dial tone rings out."

Jane smiled a bit at that as he went on.

"But it was those pauses. I don't know why, but she usually adds one of those 'ums' or 'uhs' before pausing."

Jane hummed, thinking back over the message. "Lisbon, do you remember what words she paused on?"

Mr. Whyte immediately looked worried. "You think so too?"

Jane nodded. "Help. House. Something tells me she was asking for us to head to her home, though what we'll find there is something I don't know. A clue perhaps?"

He looked to Lisbon who went very serious as she pulled out her phone. "I'll call the others to meet us there."

Jane nodded and turned to Mr. Whyte. "Thanks for helping."

"Course. It's the least I can do. She's good help and a good person too, but she's been through a lot. She's been almost happier these past few months with you lot, so I'm glad about that. Just make sure you get her back." His eyes sharpened. "I hope to see the guy who did this to her on my slab one day."

They made no comment on that as they headed out and drove quickly to Dani's home; not knowing what they'd find there.

I winced, blinking into consciousness for the umpteenth time since I'd been knocked out on the way to work. Broad daylight too. Damn drug he dosed me up with was too fast-working. My body ached terribly and I could easily tell I had a fever from an infected wound in my upper arm. I was beaten and battered, but I still fought tooth and nail against him. Against Lawrence. Or Dylan Mitchell, as he calls himself now. I grimaced as I tipped my head back against the wood of the chair I was tied to, working on taking deep breaths despite the sharp pain that went through my side as I did. He'll be back down here in a minute. I mused, glancing through my unblackened left eye at the camcorder blinking its red light at me. I gingerly licked the split in my lip that was lightly bleeding and searched again for some way out of here. Out of the cellar of my old neighbor's home.

He's on vacation for another month, thank God, because I don't doubt that Lawrence—Dylan—would have killed him. I stiffened as I heard steps on the floor above me then, warily eyeing the ceiling as they made for the door. Cursing under my breath, I fought to keep my panic under control, more for my sake than his. It only made him angrier, after all, when I didn't react how he wanted me to, but I needed the control or I'd be a sobbing mess who would die down here unnoticed. If I'm lucky, Jane's worried. The way Lisbon was talking though, they were busy with another case. I still don't know if they've finished. And it must have been personal to Jane or else he… He what? My conscience questioned, as it had after the first few days of being captured, beaten, starved, and locked down here. He'd have saved you? Face it, Dani, he doesn't care. You were attacked and he just brushed it off for another case. You'll be lucky if someone finds you before you're dead. I winced at the thought, the door at the top of the stairs opening and closing as heavy boots began their descent. Shut up and focus. You need to find something to cut through these ropes! There's plenty of broken glass on the ground. It's a wine cellar. Just piss him off enough that he knocks the chair over and you can grab one.

Lawrence walked forward, scowling down at me as always as I locked eyes with him, and forced myself not to shake in fear. Just pretend it's an intimidating lawyer. You can do it. You'll be fine. Just keep a goal in mind and fight for it. Lawrence tossed something on the ground and I turned my gaze to it, seeing my cell phone buzzing.

"It's been going off like that for hours. What did you do?"

I frowned, confused myself as I saw Jane's name stare back at me on the screen and, briefly, Lisbon's. Did they figure it out? The pauses on those words when I was forced to call my work? But that's… it was super vague. I didn't think—I cringed as my jaw was harshly grabbed and Lawrence forced me to face him as he snapped at me.

"What did you do?!"

"I didn't do anything! You were there!"

"No, you did something or they wouldn't be calling! I'm not stupid, Dani!"

I disagree. My mind supplied and he must have seen it in my expression because I was soon gasping for air after being hit hard in the stomach.

"Don't mock me with those damn eyes," he snarled, pacing the room angrily, like a caged lion. "You and Kris always did that. You always looked down on me. Friends. Ha! He stole you away before I even had a chance. Rubbed it in my face by inviting me on your stupid little dates and gave me a taste of what it could be like only to rip it away. He deserved what he got."

"Fuck you," I snapped, his constant mocking of my husband being the one thing that had riled me up these past few days.

Or has it been weeks? I've been in and out of consciousness and have no clue how much time has passed down here. My thoughts were stopped when Lawrence began cackling madly, turning towards me with a maniacal grin stretched across his broad face.

"You know, maybe I should!"

I felt myself stop breathing at that. Those words sending a tendril of fear through my body as he came closer.

"Nothing else seems to be working against you. You've yet to listen to my warnings and continue to mock me as if you weren't my prisoner. And this way, not even that boy-toy of yours—Patrick Jane—will want you." He smirked, his minty breath brushing across my face now as he tucked a stray hair behind my ear. "Certainly a revenge I can enjoy."

Don't lose focus! I mentally shouted at myself, spitting in his face as I clenched my hands into fists tightly; gritting my teeth and harshly head-butting him. My vision spun with the assault, him stepping back and covering his nose furiously.

"You right little—"

His curse was cut off when his fist made contact with my jaw, knocking my chair over and finally giving me my chance to grab a piece of sharp glass; a powerful kick to my chest and shoulder threatening to break my collarbone. More harsh blows assaulted me, and I could feel my consciousness slowly drifting to the back of my mind if he hadn't finally stopped; huffing and puffing with blood dripping down his mouth and chin. I'd broken his nose. And that thought gave me more satisfaction than I'd had in a while. He caught sight of the small smirk on my face and growled as he reached down and tightly grabbed my throat, hauling my chair back upright.

"I should just kill you now. Save me the trouble and just slit your throat with a piece of glass off the ground, stuff your corpse in my truck, and bury you somewhere off in the boonies. Or leave you out in the open for the coyotes to rip apart," he snarled, making me wheeze as I struggled to get air into my lungs with how tight his hand was around my throat.

He clicked his tongue then, dropping his hand and storming off upstairs, leaving me choking and gasping for breath, but very much determined to cut myself loose before he could go through with any of his threats. Because I knew that I was running out of time and that there wouldn't be any way to warn the CBI about the shotgun Lawrence kept with the broken cell phone lying in the middle of the floor. So, I grit my teeth, doing my best to focus through the throbbing of my jaw, throat, and limbs to begin cutting through the ropes.

It was an extremely slow process, not like in the movies where one good slice would free you. Oh, no. He had bought some pretty sturdy rope and the sharp glass cut harshly into my numb fingers and hands, making it slippery and hard to hold onto. I wasn't sure how far through it I was before I heard wood splinter up above somewhere and I cursed under my breath. Yes, help was here, but they didn't understand. They didn't know about Lawrence. About his thrill for hunting, his father's military experience that was shoved onto him as a kid, the abuse he'd endured that fueled his temper. And if Jane was there, then he was in twice as much danger as the others.

Footsteps approached the door as gunshots rang out and with all the noise, I couldn't tell who's they were. Lawrence, coming to kill me? Use me as a hostage? Jane? Lisbon? Either way, it wasn't good. If the CBI came down here, the only way out was that door and Lawrence could easily use my rescue as a trap. Unfortunately, Lawrence hurried down the stairs with a furious look on his face as he grabbed me and easily sliced through the bonds on my wrists and ankles with his large army knife. More footsteps approached as I was yanked upright and out of my chair; my legs struggling to handle the weight of my own body after having been strapped to the chair for so long. Lawrence hardly cared though, the knife coming across my throat to rest there as Lisbon, Cho, and Jane hurried down the stairs.

"Let her go, Lawrence. It's over." Lisbon ordered, her gun aimed at him and worry lacing her eyes as she looked at me.

"Like hell. You make one move and I'll cut her throat," Lawrence snapped, and I quickly saw the situation as it was.

One hostage. One exit. Two guns and three people blocking said exit. One wrong move and I was dead with Lawrence being killed soon after. And he wasn't about to give up, so they needed an opening. They were going to try to talk him out of it, but I knew it would just make him angrier. So, I made the move. I gave them the opening by swiftly jabbing my shard of glass into his leg and ducking as he shouted, and gunshots went off. One hand quickly reached up to my neck where his blade had nicked me in my attempt, and I was soon pulled up and onto my feet by Jane; as Lisbon kicked away the knife from Lawrence's bullet ridden body and Cho checked for a pulse.

"He's gone."

Relief was visibly evident on everyone's shoulders and my legs buckled suddenly, forcing Jane to grab me and half carry me towards the stairs.

"Lisbon! Ambulance!"

"Already on its way," she replied as I was brought upstairs and out into the living room of my neighbor's house.

Jane sat me down on the couch and stripped himself of his suit jacket to drape over my shoulders. I said nothing but accepted the clothing with a small nod as Lisbon sat across from me and he went into the kitchen. To make tea, probably. And for once, I could do with something calming.

"—ni. Dani."

I blinked, looking up at Lisbon who eyed me in concern.

"You okay? Well, course not, but…"

"He's dead. I'll get over it," I said, clearing my throat as I realized how raw it felt; someone's tie being used as a way to stop the bleeding from my throat for now.

Lisbon nodded. "I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but I need you to tell me what happened."

I nodded, Jane returning and passing me the tea with a small smile. "He drugged me on my way to work. Broad daylight, a block and a half away." I shook my head gingerly, setting the cup down without having touched it as I brought a hand to my head. "It was stupid of me to think that'd keep me safe."

"Hey, don't you dare blame yourself for this," Jane scolded me. "If anything, I should be the one apologizing for getting you in this mess."

"Jane—"

"No. If I hadn't been so obsessed with our last case, none of this would have happened," he insisted, and I sighed.

"Yes, it would have. He told me how he had dozens of plans set up whether you guys were guarding me or not," I replied. "There's no way of predicting what could have happened."

The sirens outside were getting louder and I tried to finish explaining.

"He was angry that Kris had apparently stolen me from him. Says my husband rubbed it in his face, what he couldn't have. He was nuts." I picked up the tea again, holding it for its warmth. "I was trying to cut loose when you guys showed up. He was planning on ending… this soon and I wasn't sure if you guys got the message I left with my boss."

Lisbon smiled there. "It was pretty clever too. Your boss thought something was wrong, but Jane was the one who figured it out."

"I had hoped…" I paused, glancing at Jane. "I figured you'd be the one who could figure it out and didn't know what else I could do without Lawrence catching on." I winced then, feeling the shiver that went up my spine aggravate my wounds just as the paramedics showed up. I was helped to my feet, accepting it as Lisbon and Jane trailed after me.

"We'll talk to you some more later," Lisbon said. "We'll probably need to clear up some more details, but I need to stay here and make sure the rest of this is taken care of."

"I'll go with you," Jane offered, already half-climbing into the ambulance as I was laid down on the gurney.

"And Dani."

I looked down at Lisbon who smiled softly.

"I'm glad you're alright."

I smiled a little back as the doors closed and off we went, not at all bothered by Jane holding my hand the whole ride there.

Jane couldn't help but feel angry once Dani had finally been allowed to rest in a room with him to watch over her sleeping form. So many injuries… He couldn't believe how long she had endured dealing with that man, and the guilt he felt for having left her in that situation for so long was getting harder to deal with. And yes, she was right. It wasn't entirely his fault, but if he'd noticed sooner, how long would she have been there? A day or two? How many injures would she have ended up with? A scrape? A few bruises? But instead, he'd been distracted. She had gotten hurt for over a week. She had broken bones, fractures, concussions, infections, bruises, a black eye, scrapes, lacerations, scars both physical and mental. And she was already dealing with so much. Before this, with her husband. Jane knew what that felt like and he could see her hiding the pain she felt every day. And now there was this mess.

Now, she had a whole new set of nightmares to deal with. More aches and pains to battle with. Therapy and doctor trips, returning to the very home where her husband had not only died but next door to the very same place she'd been tortured. And who did she have left to rely on? A team of cops and detectives, her work companions, and him; the man who had practically sentenced her to this fate. It would be a long uphill battle for her and Jane knew it. He only wished he hadn't been a part of making it as bad as it turned out to be. And she still doesn't blame me. What am I going to do with her?

The door opened then, and Jane looked up to see Lisbon with the others slowly wandering in and giving Dani concerned looks.

"How is she?" Van Pelt asked and Jane sighed softly.

"They have her sleeping for now, but she'll be in a lot of pain for a while."

"I can imagine," Rigsby muttered. "The CSU said it looked like she'd been there for at least a week."

Van Pelt elbowed him in the ribs, shutting him up as Cho looked her over with his own worried expression.

"Least we got him and she's safe," he concluded, and the others nodded in agreement.

"Hey, boss," Rigsby spoke up. "Do you think there's a way we can do like what we did with Jane? Have her work with us? As a consultant or something?"

Van Pelt quickly agreed. "Yeah. I mean, there's got to be something we can do, right?"

"I don't know," Lisbon muttered. "I'd have to talk with her boss and who knows what Bertram will say about it. It'll be up to her to decide too."

"I think it's a good idea," Cho mused and they all nodded in agreement; Van Pelt giving Jane a look.

"Yeah, she's one of the few people who get along with Jane too. Can't hurt to try out a partnership, can it?"

"I'll see what I can do," Lisbon gave in, herding the group towards the door. "Now, come on. We've got work to do and she needs to rest. Jane, you coming?"

"Ah, no. I'll just…" He looked over at Dani and Lisbon reluctantly nodded.

"All right just don't go landing yourself a hospital trip while watching over her. I'll ask Bertram to give you some time off."

"Thanks, Lisbon."

"Yeah, don't go thanking me. It's weird coming from you," she lightly teased him, and he smiled a bit, returning his hand to hold Dani's as soon as she left.

"…I'm going to start killing again. Often. Until you catch me... or I catch you. And say hello to Dani for me. I haven't forgotten about her yet."