It was a chilly morning. The building was busier than normal. People running around packing bags and files, hugging and kissing their loved ones good-bye. One by one cars left the building under heavy security. Christine stood in the hallway watching the security ready her car. She rocked the little boy in her arms humming a song to soothe him. Even though Robbie was only three, he could sense the uneasiness around him.

"Ms. Sellers," the guard spoke, "we're ready."

"One moment," she replied, smoothing the little boy's hair, "we need to say good-bye to daddy."

Christine walked over to a man dressed in a blue suit holding a black teddy bear. The man took the little boy into his arms and hugged him close. "Alice will meet you in Washington." the man said kissing the little boy's cheek, "She's already on her way there. Be a good boy for Christine, Robbie."

"Don't worry Ambassador Williams," Christine said taking the fussy boy back, "Robbie will be good. Don't worry, Sir, we'll be okay."

Ambassador Williams watched as Christine put Robbie into his car seat. This time they were in the second to last car. He leaned against the doorframe as he watched the four cars leave the Embassy grounds. The State Department ordered all nonessential personal out of the country due to the drug wars getting more violent. Sometimes he wondered if taking this post was the smartest thing to do. He glanced down on the ground and saw Robbie's bear, he shook his head and smiled as he bent down to get the bear. Robbie is going to pitch one hell of a fit when he realizes he doesn't have his bear. He felt sorry for Christine and the other passengers on the plane.

Christine looked out the darkened windows as best she could, watching the scenery go by. Traffic seemed to be unusually heavy this early in the morning. Of course she could be wrong, Christine thought. She looked over at Robbie, who fell asleep in his car seat.

Suddenly the car stopped. There was an explosion. The first car was blown up. Robbie started to cry. Christine turned to look at the car behind them. She watched as six masked gunmen fired on the car, then turned their guns on the car in front of her. Christine reached for her bag that was placed on the floor. She heard more gunfire and saw from the corner of her eye, the driver of her car slump forward. She fumbled around for her gun. She was going to die protecting Robbie if she had to. Christine finally found her gun and aimed it at the masked man trying to yank open Robbie's door. She aimed and took the man down. The noise made Robbie cry even louder. Christine cursed herself for putting the boy in this situation. She leaned over to unhook Robbie from the car seat when she felt a sharp pain in her back. The last thing she heard was Robbie's screams as blackness claimed her.



Christine slowly tried to open her eyes, but she couldn't see anything. She was blindfolded. She tried to shake her head, but the pain almost caused her to black out again.

"Nice of you to awaken." a heavy accented voice sneered. "As long as your government adheres to our demands you and the Ambassador's son will be released unharmed."

"Robbie," Christine gasped, "where is he?"

"Do not worry, he is being taken care off," he laughed, slamming the door to Christine's room.

"Hurt him and I'll kill you!" she yelled after him. "Calm down, Chris, you need to think."



Christine took a couple of deep breaths to help calm herself down. She went to move her feet and felt they were tied together and well as her hands were tied behind her back. Right now there was nothing she could do but wait.

A couple hours later, Christine was beginning to wonder if they were ever coming back to her. She was starving since she didn't eat since the night before they were kidnapped. She was a nervous flyer and taking care of Robbie took her mind off the flying. She heard the doorknob turn and then the door opened. She braced herself as she was moved into a sitting position. Her blindfold was taken off and it took a few minutes for her eyes to adjust to the light. Next her arms were free and she moved them a little to get the circulation going.

Christine looked at her captor. He was short and fat. He was wheezing, like he has a hard time moving. Before she even stopped to think about what she was going to do, Christine punched the man in the stomach, then in his face. She quickly untied her feet.

"Perra." he gasped, rolling on the floor.

Christine poked her head out the door and made sure it was safe. As she made her way down the hall, she tried to think where Robbie could be. She was about to turn the corner when she was slammed up against the wall.

"Dónde usted le piensa va?" the voice asked.

Christine's face was pushed into the wall and her arm was twisted behind her back. Where was she going? she thought to herself. Tears formed in her eyes as her captor applied more pressure. "Por favor, acabo de desear ver si el muchacho era aceptable." Christine gasped. She needed to know if Robbie was okay.

Her captor turned her around and grabbed her face. Christine forced herself to look her captor in the eyes. She looked into the most intense brown eyes she's ever seen and they frightened her. "Stupid girl." he growled pulling her back to her room. She was going to be punished for this stupid stunt, he thought. He just hoped it didn't interfere with his plans.