Callie stared at the little television screen, her eyes huge. ‘My, God! It can’t be! That can’t be…’ She looked at Joe in horror. ‘…us!’ Covering her mouth with her hand, she jumped up and ran to the small TV, pressing the ‘Stop’ button and ejecting the tape. With shaking hands she looked at it, then dropped it on the floor as if it was physically painful just to touch it.

"Callie." Joe said softly, putting an arm around her shoulder.

She let out a small cry at his touch and quickly backed away from him.

Joe stared at her in utter confusion. "Callie, that is not us!" he said taking a few steps towards her.

"Don’t!" she cried out, backing up until she was against the sink and had nowhere else to go.

"Callie!" Joe yelled, stunned "You can’t possibly think…I would never…" Joe stared at her in total disbelief. He was stung by the look on her face…fear. She was afraid of him. He didn’t know if he was more shocked or hurt. How could she even consider such a thing?

Joe took a deep breath to try and calm himself. He stared at Callie intently, but made no move to get closer.

"Callie, these people deal in pornography. How hard would it be to find a tape of two people who look a little like us? I bet if you put that tape back in you’ll find we can never see their faces. Because it is NOT us!"

The look on her face didn’t waver. "They drugged us." She said quietly. "You yourself said you don’t remember anything after the burger and fries. How can you be so sure it didn’t happen?" She glanced at the tape lying on the floor. "They looked just like us."

"Yeah, a male and a female – both blonde! They look like half the people in the world, Callie!" Joe yelled, quickly losing his patience.

"How do you explain this?" She cried out, pulling on the torn strap of her shirt. "And you didn’t even have a shirt on this morning!" She was shaking now, and Joe was afraid she was on the verge of becoming hysterical. He realized she was playing right into the hands of Nash and Jenkins. What he didn’t understand, yet was why they insisted on playing these mind games with her. He thought they had been kidnapped because these men wanted to get some kind of revenge against Callie for getting them into trouble.

‘And maybe they are…’ He thought, as Callie continued looking at him apprehensively. If they succeeded in making her afraid of Joe, she would feel completely alone here. Joe suddenly felt very sorry for Callie, who now apparently believed the one person she could depend on to protect her and get her out if this situation was the ‘enemy’.

"Well?" Callie said quietly.

"They drugged us, Cal. Just like you said. That’s how I explain it. They drugged us, and came down here and ripped your shirt and took mine off."

Callie looked at him skeptically as if he were grasping at straws. "Why would they do that?"

"To make their whole plan that much more believable. Would you have been so quick to believe that was us on that tape if your shirt hadn’t been ripped?" Joe challenged her.

The look in her eyes wavered for just a moment and Joe pounced on it.

"Come on, Cal. Do you honestly believe I would do that to you – we would do that together – even under the influence? Do you even remember laying down on the floor last night before you fell asleep?"

Callie thought a moment. The last thing she remembered was throwing the empty bags in the trash can, feeling a little dizzy, Joe helping her to sit down…and that was it.

"No." she said softly.

"Trust me, you were out like a light before you hit the floor. You wouldn’t have had the energy for…that." He jerked his head toward the tape.

She turned away from Joe, burying her head in her hands. "Oh, my God. They did it again." She said, crying.

"What?" Joe asked.

"Humiliated me! And they used you to do it!"

Joe had to agree, although he did so silently, not wanting to make Callie feel any worse than she already did. "But why?" he asked. "Why go to all that trouble, just to make you feel bad?"

Suddenly Callie whirled around to look at Joe, her face white as a sheet. "Oh, god, Joe! What if…what if…" Callie grabbed the edge of the sink, feeling light headed. Joe grabbed her, afraid she was going to pass out and helped her to sit on the floor. She started breathing quickly, hyperventilating.

"Easy, Callie. It’s ok." He said soothingly, wondering what had gotten her so upset, so fast. "What if what?" he asked.

Tears started streaming down her face. "They were angry that my article got them in trouble with their bosses." She said her voice shaking badly.

"Yeah. So." Joe said, still not following her. The men had said as much when they had first grabbed Joe and Callie.

"Oh, God, please no…" she put her head in her hands, sobbing.

"Cal, you’re making me nervous here. This isn’t like you at all. What is it? What’s wrong?"

It took a few moments, but eventually her tears slowed and Callie looked at Joe, heartbroken. "What if they sent the tape to Frank? What if that’s how they decided to get back at me?"