Rayne raised an eyebrow when he answered far to quickly. "If you say so." She highly doubted he was thinking about Amy. Well, sure, he probably was but he wasn't when he was avoiding eye contact with her. She stayed sitting down as he took the plates and started cleaning them. She didn't move an inch till he said about the movie. She nodded to him and finally stood up. She was really excited to wait this movie, especially for one of the scenes she saw on t.v when they showed the trailer for it.

She followed him into the other room and walked over to the t.v. to put the movie in. "The Immortals. Ever heard of it?" She asked as she turned the t.v. on and placed the dvd into the dvd player. She walked back over to the couch and sat down. The usual trailers started to play so Rayne took that time to get comfortable. She curled her legs up and rested her head on the arm of the couch. She looked over at him as the beginning credits started.

She wanted to ask him a question but at the same time, she didn't want to know the answer to it. She wanted to know when Dougall would be showing his ugly face again so she could be prepared this time. But than again, she really didn't want to see him. The less she saw him, the better she would feel. The guy not only annoyed her but he also gave her the creeps.

“No I’m not,” he blurts out a little too quickly.

Alex pauses for a minute, forcing himself to meet her eyes and puts a small smile on. “I’m fine. Just got caught up thinking of Amy, that’s all,” he states, not completely lying.

He takes their plates, his still half-full, in to the kitchen to scrape off any remaining food off before placing them in the sink. He rubs his eyes to try and clear his head to focus. If he started acting strange, she will know something is off and then she might change her mind about helping him. After all, the only thing that had changed was the new impact of just how crazy this whole thing was. Being domesticated in the middle of a kidnapping situation was far from a normal friendship, if that’s even what this could be called.

“So, movie time?” he turns and looks at her through the doorway.

He’s eager to have something else to prevent communication. Anything, really, to keep him from having to look at her to see the glint of equality in her eyes. They were far from being equals. He didn’t deserve her trust, and he was beginning to feel guilty for her even being nice to him.

He’s quick to take his place on the couch, hands on his legs as he crosses one foot to rest on the opposite knee, tapping it a bit in a paranoid rhythm. “What did you pick?” he asks, once more forcing himself to look at her to keep up appearances.

Rayne froze at the mention of kidnap. For a second, she forgot that she was being held against her will. She stared down at the floor as she tried to put the movie, she had in her hand, but it ended up falling to the floor causing a bit of noise. She quickly picked it up and put it back with the others. She continued to skim through the movies before finally coming to one she really wanted to watch. Maybe this would help take her mind off things again.

She set the movie down by the t.v. before heading back into the kitchen as he called about dinner being done. She looked at him, confused at the weird crack in his voice. That was strange. She sat down and slowly started eating, glancing at Alex once in a while. He was avoiding eye contact and seemed to force his food down. She finished off her food and pushed the empty plate away. "Yeah, I did."

"What's up with you? You keep avoiding to look at me." She was half tempted to grab his chin and make him look at her but fought against it. That was most likely not going to help get an answer out of him.

“To be honest, I don’t even know what movies are in there,” he calls from the kitchen. “As strange as it sounds, nobody we’ve kidnapped has ever wanted to sit down and watch a movie with me.”

As he says it, the words hit him like a brick wall. Kidnapped. He abducted people for a living. He held them against their will and he was paid for it. Who was he to try and be friendly with this girl, going about making her dinner as if this wasn’t a sick and twisted game they were forced in to? As he gets quiet, Alex can hear her skimming through the stock of movies. Suddenly not very hungry, he looks glumly at the pot of rice, listening to the timer go off.

He doesn’t move for a moment until he hears the sound of louder movement in the other room. He clears his throat and clicks the timer off, gathering the pot of rice, scooping a bit on each plate, followed by the green beans. He’s sick to his stomach, but if he doesn’t eat, she may point it out and it will get in to a discussion that he knows is far too heavy to talk about this time of night. “Dinner’s ready,” he says, frowning when his voice cracks a bit.

He carries the plates to the table and sets them down, wishing that the table was bigger to put more space between them. He doesn’t want to be close, where he can be associated with this. He just wants a cigarette, a beer and his bed at home, where he can curl up under the blankets and not have to face the truth of what a pathetic man he is.

Alex takes a bite of food, chewing slowly and avoiding eye contact with her. His fork scrapes the plate as he pokes at what’s left, forcing each bite down with the lump in his throat. “Did you find anything?” he asks her, barely giving her a glance.

Rayne spun her spoon in the coffee as she watched him move around the kitchen as if he knew it like the back of his hand. It made her wonder how many times he's done this and how many people made it out alive. Though she was worried about her life, the fact that Dougall had so sick, twisted feelings about her, gave her some hope that he wouldn't kill her. Than again, she didn't know him that well.

She smiled at him, "Anything is better than chips and junk food right now." She finally took a sip of her coffee. It was so great to have a nice cup of coffee again. Funny how you much you miss small things like coffee when you get kidnapped. She rolled her eyes, she knew there wouldn't be a phone or computer. But one could hope.

"Think we could watch a movie?" She wondered if there was any good ones. She stood up and walked over to where he said the movies were. Trying to find one while he cooked. "Have any in mind?" She asked, glancing over her shoulder to look at him before looking back at the movie choices.

Pleased with a change of topic, Alex gets to his feet and heads straight for the kitchen. He could tell that she was disappointed, but he didn’t know what else to tell her. He couldn’t lie to her, and give her a false notion that her father was going to march down to Dougall’s office and demand her back. After all, he had gotten his daughter in to this mess in the first place. But surely, he was trying his best to do something to save her, wasn’t he?

He rustles around in the cupboards, grabbing a can of green beans and minute rice. The pots are placed on the stove, prepped for the food. It wasn’t much, but it would do for now. While everything else in the apartment was stocked, it was common for the fridge to be empty of anything fresh. It was never clear when something like this was going to happen, thus requiring the apartment, so it made more sense to buy boxed and canned food to prevent coming in to rotting meat or fruit.

Alex moves fluidly around the kitchen, gathering plates and forks. “It’s not a feast or anything like that, but it’s better than those bags of chips and junk back at the garage. At least it’s hot,” he says over his shoulder to her, adding the food to the boiling pots.

He grabs a soda from the fridge and cracks the tab, taking a sip to wash away the coffee taste in his mouth. “So everything in this apartment is basically free range for you to use. However, there is no computer, and, obviously, no phone. Dougall is at least that smart. There’s a radio, some CDs, movies, and whatnot in the entertainment center by the TV. Books are in the hall closet. They find it the very least to provide entertainment for the people that they’re tormenting,” he says, leaning back against the cupboards.

Rayne had to look away from him. She had really been hoping he'd say that her dad didn't leave, that Dougall was trying to get under her skin. But no such luck. She took in a deep breathe before letting it out. She looked back at him now with a small smile. "Yeah, I guess so. I don't know why I'm worried."

The truth was, she didn't know her dad at all. Her old dad, he would have stayed and did everything in his power to save her. Honestly, she wouldn't be in this situation if he was what he used to be. The man she knew now, she didn't know what he'd do. She curled her legs up to her chest and started to hug them.

At the mention food, she glanced at him and nodded. "Starved actually." Looking at the coffee mug, she stood up and walked over to it. She started to put cream and sugar into it till it was just right. Once she was sure it was the way she liked it, she started blow at the top to cool it down.

He’s so exhausted that he barely hears her speak. “Hmm?” he answers in response to her first question.

It’s the second one that catches his attention and makes him gulp down the mouthful of coffee he had. He avoids looking at her as he contemplates the question. Had her father left? It was something that he himself had wondered when Dougall had thrown it at her. There was hope in him that her father wouldn’t have abandoned her like that. But the fact was, he had never known Dougall’s threats to be empty words.

Alex puts his mug on the table and sits back in his seat, thinking of how he’s going to phrase his words so as to not make her panic. “In my position, I’m not kept up to date with Dougall’s clients. I just monitor the…” he searches for an appropriate word. “Well, I guess hostage describes it. I never know what’s going on until he gives me a drop off location, or if someone takes over for me.”

He turns in his seat to meet her eyes. “So what I guess I’m saying is, I don’t know if he’s left or not. There is every possibility that Dougall is just using that threat to scare you in to showing him your weakness. But there is also a chance that it’s true. I think what’s best in this situation is to not assume the worst. You know your father better than anyone. If you think that he’s still in town, then he probably is. Don’t let Dougall scare you.”

The television plays in the background as a home run makes the crowd scream. Alex grows quiet as he waits for her response, fiddling his thumbs together on his lap nervously. He wasn’t good at comforting people in situations such as this. He had heard other hostages beg for information about their families, and he’d always stood stoically quiet, never trying to give them false hopes. With his boss, anything was possible.

Wanting to change the subject, he clears his throat. “Are you hungry? I can make food. I got you a coffee ready, but I wasn’t sure how you took it,” he points to the still steaming mug on the dining room table.

Rayne followed where he pointed before nodding. "Okay, thanks." She walks off down the hall and opens the door he pointed to. She walks straight to the shower and turns it on, wasting no time to take a nice, hot shower. She strips out of her clothes and climbed inside. The hot water felt so good against her body that she ended up just standing there for a few minutes, letting it soak in.

She let out a sigh as she finally started to wash herself off. Realized to have an actual shower and it ended to soon. She turned the water off and grabbed the towel on the rack near the shower. She wrapped it around her body before walking to the room connected to the bathroom. She didn't take time to absorb her surroundings. She just wanted to get dressed. She started to go through the drawers and was shocked to see that all of her clothes were in them, as well as in the closet.

She pulled on a pair of dark jeans and a black sweater with some socks, not bothering with shoes, before leaving the room. She'd pick up the towel and clothes later. She walked back to where she left Alex to see him sitting on the couch, drinking coffee, watching a baseball game. She sat down on the couch, next to him, and watched the game. She stayed quiet as her mind ran in circles about everything that's happened.

"Can I ask you a question?" She looked away from the t.v. to look at him. "Was Dougall lying when he said my dad left?" She still couldn't see her dad just leaving her like that. He must know what Dougall was capable of. So he couldn't leave her. But at the same time, what has her dad done for her? She always had to take care of herself and him. So was he truly capable of leaving her? And if he did leave, why keep her? He obviously didn't care.