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John was quite certain that this was not his hotel room. It didn't look like a hotel room. It looked like... it looked like one of the medical suites at the New York field office. Only more high tech, like a sci-fi movie. He was laying on the floor. This was not good.

He sat up and groaned, his hand going to his eyes as they closed. He had been drinking, yes. But not enough to warrant this level of hallucination. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes again. No, nothing had changed. This was not his room.

This was not good.

He managed to get himself to his feet and look around. It still looked a little like one of the medical suites, but something was off. The bracelet on his wrist was new. The weird pedestal was new. And the thing on it, also new.

He picked up the tablet and managed to notice it was activated while he was pressing buttons. The camera turned on and showed him looking a bit hung over and very confused. "Well, this isn't a bar. And it isn't a church. It's not my hotel. And it's not the field office. So where am I? What is this thing and why can't I make it work?"

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"Then where do you think we are?" While he waited for an answer he looked around the room, trying to find a door. The room was starting to make him uneasy and he wanted out of it. He was also hoping that maybe, if he went through a door, he would be back in familiar territory.

She watched him move around for a moment, remembering her first moments there, but did not answer until she knew he'd found the way out. "That's still up for some debate. I've settled on 'prison' and left it at that. That lets me be righteously angry that there was no due process."

He was through the door and sorely disappointed that he was not back in his hotel room. After a moment, he sighed and looked at the projection. "Miss Blaine, could you... might I get some in person assistance, please?"

She groaned. This was how he'd ended up in her apartment and quite likely how he'd ended up in her bed. That look. How could any man who had to be completely capable of taking care of himself make her feel so responsible for him?

"By in person, I assume you mean me?"

"Ah, yes ma'am. I do mean you. I don't feel comfortable asking anyone else." He gave her the best hopeful look he could, given the situation.

She rolled her eyes as she stood. The kittens popped out of sight when she moved. "God, John, don't look at me like that. It's not fair." It wasn't remotely fair. She'd been kidnapped first, left to figure things out by herself with the kittens to look after. This was probably all because of his damn bosses anyway.

None of that stopped her from slipping on a pair of shoes. "I'll be right there. Don't wander off or talk to strangers. They might eat you."

There, her small moment of revenge was taken.

He nodded and sat down right where he was, leaning back against the hall wall. "I'll be right here."

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