Adam's POV

"I hope you learned your lesson from yesterday." Dr. Raymond insisted as she attached some weird strings with monitors to my chest. "We have a very strict schedule and it cannot be broken."

Now that I knew that I would be able to give Chase a reassuring glance once in awhile as we passed each other in the hall, I felt a lot better. Besides, I wasn't the one who had been icing their shoulder all day. If anything, that just gave me more hope. I just hoped Bree was okay.

I stepped into the large in ground pool, and it was freezing! Apparently they didn't know how to warm up water. I allowed myself to put my entire head in, and then my entire body. Once I was full submerged, it didn't feel as cold. That's when I noticed it was getting darker. I looked up in horror to realize that they were shutting a metal lid over the pool.

I was trapped.

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Bree's POV

"Your vocal manipulation is fascinating." Dr. Daniels told me as she pulled up a video on her tablet. "I'm going to play some sounds and voices, and you repeat them back to me." She explained, putting two small sensors against my vocal cords before clicking play.

I whisked through the bank of sounds and voices. A cat, a firetruck, an alarm, Brad Pitt, Madonna, Mariah Carey. So many more I couldn't even place.

I just wanted to get done. Because I was cooperative, I was hoping that maybe I could possibly get some special treatment, like the documentary Chase and I had watched last year about prisoners who behaved better getting better treatment. God, I hoped Mr. Davenport was okay.

"That's all we're going to do for today, Bree." She smiled at me as she disconnected me from the cords. "Thank you for being so cooperative. It's been very helpful."

"I know your answer is probably going to be no, but can I ask a question?" I asked, looking down at my chipped nails for a moment before seeing Dr. Daniels nod. "If I was being watched, and I didn't try anything, can I please video call my step brother? Leo? He's probably really worried, and I don't want him to be scared."

Dr. Daniels sighed as she finished typing. Like she felt guilty for something. Like she didn't want to keep me from my family. After sending a few messages and sitting in silence for at least ten minutes, she finally looked back at me. "My supervisor says it's okay. But only for five minutes."

I nodded, trying to hide my excitement. I didn't want to lose the chance to see Leo. Maybe Tasha or Douglas would be in the background. Maybe they would have an update on how the public viewed us. If we were ever going to be able to come home. If Mr. Davenport was alright.

I was led into a white room, and cuffed to the table so I didn't try anything. Two guards stood at the door, and another put a small mic on the collar of my shirt before opening the laptop and clicking the Skype button. He stood a few feet behind me, ready with a tranquilizer gun.

The call was answered, and I couldn't hide my happiness to see Leo. "I'm so glad you're okay!" I exclaimed. "They're only giving me a few minutes. How is everything?"

"My mom and I are...well, we miss you guys. The house feels empty without you guys. Douglas is dealing with Davenport Industries, and is planning on taking over. He's gonna let me be his vice." Leo smiled softly before continuing. "Owen said that he wishes you the best. That even though you guys aren't together anymore, that he doesn't wish you harm."

"Can you tell him I said thank you?" I asked, and he nodded while giving me a thumbs up. "How's Mr. Davenport doing? Have you heard from him?"

"Big D is handling it better then we expected. My mom and I visited him a couple days ago. He just wishes that you guys weren't involved in this mess." Leo explained, looking down for a moment before looking back up, like he was hiding tears. "I miss you guys so much. Every time I turn around, I expect to see Adam eating something, or you texting a boy, or Chase doing homework."

"It's gonna be alright, Leo. It's gonna work out." I assured, even if I didn't believe the words myself. I winced when the guard lifted up a singular finger. One minute left. "I have a minute left. Stay safe, Leo. I love you. Tell Tasha, Mr. Davenport and Douglas that I love them too."

"Keep your head up, Bree. I love you too." He smiled, and the call disconnected. As I was being led to my cell, I couldn't help myself as I smiled.

I'm going to see them in person again.

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Chase's POV

"Your temporal lobe is showing very high levels of activity as well as your cerebrum in general. I'm assuming that your enhanced senses are acting as a passive ability rather then one you have to activate. I need you to scan that lamp and tell me what it's made of, please."

I did as I was told, I rattled off the information in a calm, emotionless voice. Now that I had seen Adam, it only made me more determined to keep up my oath of silence. Instead of trusting anything with this woman, I studied her. Her movements, her voice, and most importantly, how she turned off and on the locks on the doors. The sooner I could figure those out, the sooner I could get out.

"Thank you." She spoke calmly, writing something down on her clipboard before approaching me with a pair of headphones. She secured them over my ears before speaking slowly so I could read her lips. 'I'm going to test your hearing now.'

It started out with very low, soft noises. As the noises got louder and harsher, however, I had to fight the urge to rip the headphones off of my head. But the sounds kept getting more and more shrill with each octave. I reached my hands up to take the headphones off, but they stayed on. I held the tears back as the pain built up in my ears and my head.

I must've blacked out because I blinked and then I was on the floor. The headphones were gone and Dr. Keaton had returned to her clipboard. Staying as calm and quiet as ever before.

"You nearly ripped your ears off." She supplied, not even looking up. I reached upward, and felt the slick feeling of blood on and around my ears. "Don't worry, I'm sending you down to the medical wing. We'll get your ears cleaned up, and then we can use a MRI to finally answer some of our questions about your intelligence."