"Don't make me angry." He growls. "Wait! Stop the video. Lisandee gave us a hint. Right then. The location. Is there anywhere in a twenty mile radius of that description?" Rossi says. Reid stands up and goes next to Garcia. "Five abandoned houses. They could be possibly crack houses." She says. J.J un-pauses the tape. "What are you going to do to me? You ruined me. Look at me." We all hear. "I'll hurt you. I can still kill you." He says. We hear a smirk. "Like I care. That fake dogs? Who do you think you are Mark? You just met me. Your injured. Like I care if you 'tie me up'. Look at me. No. Look. It was your decision to let you go. It was mine to miss your knee." She says. In all of the silence, we hear Mark gasp. "You did it on purpose!" He says. "Of coarse. You think I'm that stupid? I'm not who you think I am Mark. I mean what I say. You will die. By all means, I can do it myself. I probably will." She says. It didn't sound the least bit like the Liz we knew. It couldn't be an act. She hated this man.
Lisandee Lakes's Pov
I was getting angry. Seriously angry. Angry at the world. My temper was bad now. "Oh honey, you think you can hurt me?" He says, and reaches for my chest. I slap his hand away. "I'll kill you with no shirt on. Just whatever you do... I will kill you. You lied. Your a liar." I say, angrily. "Honey, If your going to kill me, do it naked. Baby." He says. I feel myself explode on the inside. "Your child is inside of me. This is bad for him or her." I say, and stand up. "You care about them, don't you!" He says. "I care about children. And if I had to choose suicide or you, I'd pick suicide." I say, and walk across the room. "What?!" He yells. "You heard me! Is that bad all of a sudden? Hating someone that hurt you this bad?!" I yell out angrily at him. "No. But me?! I'm going to kill you!" He yells, and limps toward me. Little did I know we were in the camera's shot. I punch him in the nose, and he yells out. He cusses loudly. "Oh no a bad word! Like I care! Look what you did to me and my parents! They're dead!" I yell at him. He stands up and grabs my hair, and yanks up. I yell in pain, and pull the first thing I touch, which was his shirt. I and pull at it, because he kept pulling at my hair. He was yelling out as well. He lets go, and I realise something. I take out the knife from before, and pull off the cover. I stab it into his shoulder and quickly take it out. He stares at me, grabbing his shoulder. "Suicide huh?" He asks all of a sudden. "What?" I ask. "Suicide. You've tried it before. Right? That's why you talk about it so easily." He says. I stare at him. Not showing any emotion. I couldn't. I was ashamed. in myself. I had attempted many times. "All for Anthony. You bled out. Why not this time?" He asks. "Because I have something to live for now." I say. "Because you have something to live for? That's not good enough sweetie. " He says, and takes out something, and throws it at me. I feel pain where he threw it. I look down, at the fresh open cut. There was a knife on the floor. I look back up. "You think I'm stupid?" He asks, grinning. "It's been a two weeks. Your pretty much dead Lisandee. Nobody cares." He adds. "Then who are you broadcasting this to then?" I ask, angrily. He throws another, at my face now. "Stop it." I say, annoyed now. I was so in pain, to even care about the blood coming out of my face. "A few more." He says, grinning. "If you die smiling, I'll kill myself." I say. "No you wouldn't." He says, and stops, throwing another. This hits my chest, and lift my fist, and punch him in the face, and take his little razor knives. I throw one at him in the exact places, trying to throw hard. He was bleeding as well.
