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Because she was strong. She’d done what she needed to in order to survive. That had meant shutting herself away, cutting herself off from the rest of the world. But she’d survived.

"Turning this over to the FBI is probably the best bet." Alex shook his head. "I hate to cut us out of a huge case, but they have resources we don't. Manpower we don't."

Brett agreed. "Yeah, I don't like it either. As soon as the captain is back I think we need to go to him and get this passed along to the right hands.”

Brett still hadn't called Conner Perigo, but he would tomorrow as soon as they turned it over to the captain. Maybe Conner could at least keep him and Alex in the loop.

Brett’s phone rang and he answered immediately when he saw it was Tom, part of Paige's security team.

"Tom? Everything okay?”

"Security wise, we are secure."

"Is Paige all right?"

"She went to sleep almost as soon as we got home. Had me double check the house, which was probably good for her peace of mind and mine."

"Sounds good. What's the problem?"

Because there was a problem. Brett knew it in his gut. The other man wouldn't have called otherwise.

"She just woke up not long ago. Jacob went in there to check on her before I headed out. There’s something wrong, Brett."

Brett had never heard the other man call him by his first name. His grip tightened on the phone.

"What's going on?"

"She's just sitting on her couch, staring out the window. She won't talk to either of us at all. Won’t look at us or move or do anything.”

"Has this ever happened before?"

"No, never. She's never been like this. Something has happened. It’s like she can’t even see us.”

But something similar had happened at the gallery yesterday, and it had been the killer. “Are you sure the premises are secure? One hundred percent sure?”

“Yes. But I’ll send someone to triple check.”

Brett was already headed towards the door. "I'm on my way."





Chapter Twenty-Seven





Tom met Brett as he parked his car in front of Paige's house.

"Any change?" He asked as he ripped the keys out of the car and moved quickly towards her front door.

"No, sir. She's been sitting in the living room staring out the window. It's almost like she's in a coma, but her eyes are open. We checked the house and grounds again. There is no one here except you, her and the team.”

Brett felt a sort of panic clench his gut. He shouldn't have left her alone. All those pictures she'd drawn, figuring out she was somehow connected to the mind of a killer, that was too much for anyone to handle. Then what had happened at the gallery.

Paige had already been through so much. Maybe something inside her had snapped.

Brett rushed in the door and ran to the living room. He found Paige just as they had reported.

If it wasn't for her eerie stillness, he would think she was just enjoying the view out her window. She sat straight, exactly in the middle of the couch, with her hands in her lap.

Her eyes were open.

Brett came and crouched down right in front of her, cupping her face with his hands.

"Paige, honey, can you hear me?" He said the words softly, keeping his voice as even as possible.

She didn't flinch, didn't blink, didn't do anything.

He trailed his fingers up and down her cheek, and said her name again, but still received no response.

He looked over at Tom who was studying Paige with a worried expression. “So you said she’s never done anything like this before?"

"No. When I first started working here, which would've been just a few weeks after the attack, she used to sit here a lot. Zone out. But never anything we couldn’t bring her back from."

Brett wasn't sure what he should do. Was this her brain's way of protecting her? Should he just give her the peace she needed to work through what was going on in her mind?

"And this morning, when she got home, there were no problems? She wasn't crying? Upset?"

He tried calling Paige’s name again, even clapping his hands in front of her face to startle her.

No response.

Tom shook his head. “She wanted me to double check the house, but she didn't seem hysterical or anything. Although she did look exhausted."

"She was exhausted. She was helping us with a case –a series of cases– at the station. We might've pushed her too hard."

"She's not great at asking for help."

Brett ran a finger down her cheek again. "Paige, can you come back to me, baby? I'm right here. I won't leave you to deal with this on your own."

She still didn't respond. No change in breathing, no change in her blank gaze out the window.

Her eyes were empty.

Brett glanced over at Tom. "I'm going to try something a little less gentle, okay? Trust me, no one wants to hurt her less than me."

Tom nodded, lips grim.

Brett grabbed Paige by the shoulders and shook her. Hard.

"Paige." He said in a much louder voice than he had been using. "Wake up, right now."

He hated the sound of his own voice, but if it brought her back from wherever she was –whatever place she was where he couldn't reach her– Brett would do it.

"Do you hear me, Paige? You're needed here right now. Let's go." He shook her again before tapping her on the cheek gently and then a little harder.

Nothing. She wasn't responding to harder words and touches any more than she was the softer ones. Brett couldn't bring himself to yell anymore.

He looked back over at Tom. "I had to try."

The other man nodded. "I wasn't sure if we should call an ambulance. I don't think she's in any pain, but…"

"It's almost like a form of PTSD." Brett said. "Like she's in shock."

Tom nodded. ”I know she wouldn't want to come to and be in the hospital. That's why we didn't call 911."

"I agree. I think she would want to stay here. Do you mind if I try to talk to her alone, Tom?"

Tom nodded. "I'll just wait right outside the door."

Brett waited until the door closed behind Tom, then took Paige's hand and entwined their fingers together.

"Paige, sweetheart, it's just me. It's okay to come back. The killer can't hurt you, and we're going to catch him." He shifted so he was a little bit closer. "None of this is your fault, baby. So just come back and everything will be alright, I promise. I won't leave you alone to deal with this anymore. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have let you go this morning."

Brett kept rubbing his hands up and down her arms hoping that it would make some sort of difference, even tried kissing her. But nothing worked.

Paige was lost somewhere inside her own mind. Maybe Tom was right and they were going to have to call in medical professionals.

Then she began shivering violently. Her body temperature seemed to drop right under his hand.

"Tom!" Brett called. "There's something not right." The other man rushed in and could immediately see Paige's physical distress.

She was still sitting straight up with her hands in her lap staring straight ahead except now her arms were covered with goosebumps and every once in a while a shudder would overwhelm her small body.

"This is definitely shock," Tom said. "I saw this sort of stuff when I was in the service. It didn't necessarily have to do with the temperature around the person."

"We don't have any choice now, whether she would want it or not, we need to at least get a doctor over here."

"Paige has a regular one that she sees. I'll get in touch with her. See if she would be willing to make a house call. That will at least be less jarring for Paige when she wakes up."

As Tom left the room, Brett grabbed the blanket off of the wingback chair and sat back on the couch. Paige's shudders were becoming bad enough to truly frighten him so he picked her up and set her on his lap wrapping the blanket tightly around her. Even though he moved her position her blank stare still gazed outward.

It was like she couldn't feel him at all.

He remembered what she had told him about why she couldn't remember her attacker’s face. Blackness so thick she couldn’t see anything else. That was almost like what was happening now. Like her mind was lost in blackness she couldn't find her way out.

"Paige," Aware the words would sound crazy to anyone else who heard them, he whispered them in her ear. "I know it's dark, but you have to find your way out. Just find my voice, can you do that? Can you listen to my voice and locate it? You have to find your way back to me. To us."





Paige couldn't see anything. Couldn't hear anything. The darkness drenched everything, not just blinding her, but deafening her in its thickness.

She couldn't escape from it, couldn't figure out where it had even come from.

The only other time this ever happened had been during her attack.

Oh God, was she being attacked now? She couldn't feel any pain like she had then, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be coming.

Or was she asleep? She always slept with a light on because the darkness frightened her so. Could she just be in her bedroom in the dark?

She tried to reach out her hands, to make her feet move so she could stand, but found she couldn’t. It was like her brain wasn't controlling her body.

From within the darkness Paige closed her eyes. She had to think. Had to figure this out or she would be trapped here forever.

The thought of it sent a shiver coursing through her. Shudders.