I have always written angst before, I got distracted recently by fluff. However this is where I feel most comfortable. I would really appreciate feedback. This will be multi-chapters but I'm not 100% sure where we are going at the minute. Thanks for reading.

Nightmare Rules

Rusty rubbed his eyes as he walked from his bedroom into the kitchen. Looking around he couldn't see any evidence that Sharon has been into the room yet that morning. It was unlike her to sleep in, and he was sure she hadn't been due into work that morning. However he had come to realise that nothing was predictable when it came to major crimes. Yet is was odd that she hadn't left him a note, or sent him a message to let him know where she was. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind he set about making some breakfast.

"Lieutenant Provenza where is the Captain?" Will walked into the murder room and straight over to the older man. He too was meant to have had a day off yet here he was, and if he was here then it sure as hell meant that the rest of his team had to be as well.

Provenza raised his eyebrows while making sure that his gaze remained down. "I don't know Chief, but she certainly isn't here with the rest of her team."

"Had anyone called her?" Will was agitated and not even trying to cover it.

"I've just left her another voicemail. I'm sure wherever the Captain is she has a good reason for not being her. It's not like her to not show up without letting anyone know." Andy couldn't stop himself from reacting to the obvious annoyance that the Chief was showing. Sharon Raydor didn't take time off. It was hard enough to get her to leave when was seriously ill.

"Right, well while she is MIA then Provenza and Flynn organise your team as you wish. Keep me informed on any developments in the case, and for heaven's sake let me know when the Captain decides to put in an appearance." He didn't wait for a reply before turning and walking straight out of the room and back towards his office.

Andy walked over to where Provenza stood. "Do you think we should call the kid? Even you have to admit that it's unlike her. She wouldn't just not show up!"

"I am well aware of that Andy! Why don't you leave her another message and then help me organise this case. Don't drag the kid into this yet." He picked up the case files from his desk and left Andy sitting there.

Andy sighed and pulled out his phone. He had a gut feeling that something was horribly wrong, but he did as he was asked and dialled to leave her another message.

"This is Captain Sharon Raydor of the LAPD Major Crimes department. Please leave your name, number and a message."

"Captain its Flynn, we've had an urgent call out. The chief is on the war path and we're all starting to worry about you. Where are you?"

"Sharon its Will. Your team have been waiting for you for nearly an hour. Call me."

"Sharon it's Rusty… it's 2pm and I'm… I'm worried Sharon."

Rusty hit the end call button. It would be fine, he would walk into the murder room and she would be stood there. There would be a simple explanation he was sure. They had been called out on an emergency and her phone had run out of battery. Pushing open the door to the murder room Rusty held his breath without realising. As he walked through the door he felt the whole room fall silent before they turned to face him one by one. He scanned the faces expectantly only to quickly realise that she wasn't there. He froze to the spot, he had convinced himself that it was nothing, she would be there ready to explain where she had been.

Andy was the first one to realise that the kid was searching the room. He covered the space in the room before putting his hands on Rusty's shoulders. The eyes that looked back at him didn't belong to the kid that they had watched turn into an adult in front of their eyes. Instead he found himself looking straight at the scared kid he had first met all of those years ago. In his heart he knew that there was no need to ask the question. "Sharon isn't here Rusty, do you know where she is?"

Rusty wanted to turn and run. This couldn't be happening again. She had promised him. She promised that she wasn't going to leave him. "Where is she Andy? She wouldn't leave without saying goodbye…"

"No you're right Rusty, she wouldn't." He put an arm around the kids shoulder and guided him towards the empty desk. "Rusty you need to listen to me." He sat him on the chair and sat himself on the side of the desk. "None of us have heard from Sharon since yesterday and we both know that's not like her. I need your help to try and work out everything she did yesterday after she left."

Rusty looked at the man that he knew that Sharon had been casually dating for the past six months. He wasn't sure why but there was something he trusted in the older man. He was right, Sharon wouldn't just leave him. However once he pushed that thought to the back of his mind, the alternatives were even worse. "We need to find her Andy…"

Andy nodded at him. "Wherever she is Rusty we will find her. That I promise."

She wasn't sure where it was the chill of her surrounding that had woken her, or the pounding it her head. Trying to force her eyes open she could feel the stickiness of what she expected was blood covering her forehead, and the matted hair pulling at her scalp as she tried to move. With her eyes open she moved to wipe the hair from her eyes.

It was in that moment that she really started to panic. With the sudden realisation that both of her hands were bound behind her back. Trying to separate them she felt the angry bite of the narrow rope against her skin. Taking a deep breath she tried to move her legs, quickly realising that they too were bound together with rope.

It took everything in her being not to scream out in that moment. Her mouth wasn't bound or gagged and she knew very quickly that there would be a reason. She waited for a moment before starting to try and piece together everything that had led to this point.

Sharon couldn't sleep. She had laid in bed for nearly 3 hours contemplating the events of the day. In fact the previous week that she had been through. She had always been a listener, and to some extent a healer. It was she that would sit for hours with coffee listening to the problems of the world, and she would do all she could to try and fix them. When it came to her own problems there were people around her who would always take the time to listen. She just didn't always know how to share.

She wrapped a short summer robe around herself and picked up her glasses from the table next to her bed. She placed them onto her face before walking out of her room. Not wanting to wake Rusty she didn't turn on the light. Gently manoeuvring herself around the furniture.

She didn't feel the movement behind her until the crashing blow came against the side of her head. She could feel herself slipping out of consciousness, as a voice that she couldn't place whispered in her ear.

"It's time to play by my rules Captain."

She was a police Captain. How had she not realised that there was someone in her house. She had promised to protect Rusty yet she couldn't even protect her own house. "Oh God… Rusty." It was the first she had spoken and it was a mix between words and a sob.

Lifting her head as far as she could from the floor she couldn't see signs of anyone else being held in the room. She felt a pang of relief. As she continued to look around the room she tried to take in her surroundings. There were a few windows with boards covering them. A single pane on one of them had been left uncovered meaning that there was an element of light coming in.

She looked to be in an abandoned home of some sort. There were pieces of broken furniture scattered around. Along with patches of carpet across the floor, as she had expected there didn't appear to be any personal items around the room. There weren't photos of any sort, or anything that might have given her any clue about where she was. As she felt the strain start in her neck she relaxed it back to the floor. The damp odour surrounding her permeating through her nose and making the sick feeling rise in her stomach.

The floorboards behind her head starting to move. Followed by the sound of footsteps coming up behind her she tried to hold her breath hoping that they would leave.

"There's no point pretending Sharon. I know you're awake."

In a sudden moment before she could even and try to turn her head there was a palm pushing her head into the floor. The jolt of her head against the floor started the pounding movement again.

"My rules Captain… Remember that." The voice snarled behind her ear.

Sharon kept her lips firmly shut. Her police training was kicking in, and she refused to give anything away in this first encounter. She needing more time to assess the situation and formulate a plan. She had faith that her team would work out what was happening, and they would find her. Her thoughts were stolen from her as she felt the scratch of a needle enter her arm. She failed to stop the single tear roll down her cheek.

"I'll leave you with this Captain. Know me only as the invisible man. No one knows where you are, they aren't coming for you…"