(Peta's point of view)

When I came too I was still pissed off and stuck in a room made of thick concrete. It was about 30 by 30 feet. There were no windows anywhere it was all just concrete. A vent was in the ceiling and one locked steal door with an equally locked latch in it for throwing things in and out was in the wall. Ya, i'm not getting out of here on my own. I noticed a obnoxiously bright yellow sticky note stuck to the door. I sighed and got off the cold floor, "I'm to tired for this shit." I walked over and tore it off the door. In black ink it read, "You'll get out when you say I submit to you. Or you die slowly. Your choice." ......Ya, I choose slow death.

I then preceded to sit back down and tear the note into tiny little pieces to entertain myself. That kept me busy for a little while but soon the only thing I had to do was sit and stare at the wall.

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I've been in this stupid box for what I think is a week. Someone eventually tossed in a water bottle and a thing of beef jerky to keep me from dying. It was I nice gesture of good faith. I responded by throwing that shredded up note at them.

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It's been a few more days. My bottle of water and jerky is long gone. I think I've started to hallucinate.... Unless that talking unicorn in the corner is real. They've started playing with the temperature in here. It's always either really hot or really cold. They eventually noticed the cold is slightly less miserable than the heat, so its mostly just hot now. I've been ignoring the talking unicorn and instead I've been counting the tiny dots in the ceiling. I'm at.....?......... What number was I at again?...... The unicorn distracted me..... I've got to start over....... again.

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It has been some more time. The unicorn has now been joined by a dancing cup of rainbow sprinkles..... The stupid thing mocks me.............. Everything hurts...... Where's Finch? Is she even worried about me? Did I get replaced? She's been my motivation to hang on this long. I keep telling myself that she is coming to get me. But it's getting harder and harder to believe it when I tell it to myself......... I fucking hate that cup of dancing sprinkles...... If I ever get out of here I'm going to buy a bunch of rainbow sprinkles and light them on fire....... I'm so tired.

(Finch's point of view)

Ever since I got off of the phone with my brother I've been tearing the world apart looking for Peta. I haven't slept much. I'm basically thanking coffee for keeping me alive. I threw everything I had into the search. All of my resources, training, everything. I even got my father involved. He agreed with me and said that my brother went rouge in an attempt to impress him and that was not the deal. So he's helping me look for Peta. My father is a horrible person but he hates it when anyone goes rouge on a deal. It was almost 4 in the morning and I was searching through my brothers phone recorders for the second time when my father called. I was half dead and desperate so I didn't bother with pleasantries, "What did you find?" 

He huffed at me but started talking anyway, "He got spotted by an abandoned warehouse. I'm sending you the location now." I was up and out the door in seconds grabbing my keys as I left, "You need to wait for backup to get there before you go in." My father considered my brother dead weight by now so I was the only heir to his empire. He couldn't risk my death. I was not waiting for backup, "I am going to get Peta out. I'm not leaving her in there while I wait for back up." I hung up before he could say anything else. I hopped into my car and sped off at a ridiculously high speed.