A/N This story came from a dream I had a while ago. I hope you enjoy it.
He wakes up with a pounding headache, his eyes finding it hard to adjusted to the darkness that surrounds him. The air has a lingering smell of damp and mildew, it makes his nostrils crease up. He goes to lift up his left arm and finds that this movement is severely restricted. The rattle of metal on metal alerts him to the fact, that he is probably chained to the wall. He finds his right arm has not been chained, so he lifts up his hand and places it on his temple. When he pulls it away again, he discovers his fingers are covered in a warm sticky liquid. At least that explained the pounding head ache. He quickly runs his hand over the rest of his body and winces when he presses down on the left side of his body. Badly bruised or broken ribs would be his guess right now. He finds some superficial cuts to his left arm and some more bruises on his legs but nothing else.
Where the hell I am are his main thought at the present time. How did he get here, he didn't recollect the last few hours of his life. He last remembers waking up that morning and then his mind goes blank. He hears the creek of a door and then a small sliver of light falls across the floor. He goes to shout out but before he can say the word he is soaked in cold water. A shiver goes up his spine, the room in which he is being kept is anything put warm. He opens he mouth to speak again as another bucket of cold water is chucked at him. Some lands in his mouth and he begins to splutter as it runs down his throat and in to his lungs. He hears whispered voices at the door, two gentlemen it sounds like.
"Who are you and what do you want with me?" He shouts at the direction of the door.
He hears a man chuckle before the door slams shut. He is left once again in the dark, he clothes stick to his body like a second skin. He can feel the chill run over his body. He wonders what is going to happen to him, he wonders if anyone knows he is gone. He wonders will he ever get out of this hell hole.
Meanwhile across town, his partner is sitting at her desk filling out mind numbing paperwork. She is used to the fact that her partner, doesn't help her with this part of the job. It doesn't register in her mind at this present mind that something could be wrong. She will call him in a while to joke with him about how he always bows out on this section of the work. Only then when he doesn't answer will she get the inkling that something is amiss. She signs off on one case file, places it on the complete pile and grabs the next one. The thing she does miss about her partner not being here is that he always gets or makes her a coffee. She pushes away from the desk, stands and walks into the break room towards the espresso maker. This machine bugs her she has never worked how it is suppose to work. She normally would end up having to have the monkey peed in acid coffee from the pot. This was one of the many reasons she needed him in her life, not that she would admit it to anyone. She just gives in and just takes the crappy coffee and returns to her desk. As she sits down she pops a couple of skittles in her mouth from the bowl by her monitor. She opens the next file and settles back into her work again.
He must have fallen asleep or drifted in and out of consciousness, he is not sure which one. He opens his eyes praying that it will have all been a nightmare and that he will be at home in bed. He finds it not to be true, he wakes to darkness and that fouls stench still lingering in the air. He doesn't know how much time has passed and he has no way of knowing either. He could have been here for days, weeks or hours, he does however hope it is the first or second that is true that someone has noticed he is gone. He places his hand back on his forehead and is some what glad to find that the blood is no longer running and has dried. He feels a shiver go down his spine and notes that his clothes are still damp to the touch. He never thought he would die from hypothermia not after the last time he got it. He had been careful to wrap himself up warm in the harsh winter of New York since that horrible day. That day was etched into his memory as that day that he nearly lost his life and his partner.
His stomach rumbles and he registers that he has not eaten in awhile. He thinks he may not eat for awhile yet not while stuck in this hell hole. He just wants to be at home or at work or anywhere but here. He feels tears prick the corner of his eyes, and he fights to hold them back. He will not break down in here, not like this. He needs to remain strong he needs to hold on to the premise that someone is coming for him. The premise that he will see the sun and the sky once again. The premise that he will not die alone in here, that he will die a old man with his wife by his side. The door opens a slither and once again he is drenched in freezing cold water. When will this end is all he can think right now.
A few hours have passed, the paperwork is complete and placed on her Captains desk to be reviewed. She decides it is time to call him, she leans back in her chair and takes out her phone. She hits speed dial one and places it up to her ear. She can't wait to wind him up, she is surprised to hear that it goes straight to voicemail with out one single ring. That is not like him his phone is always on especially if he is in a meeting with his publisher, it gives him a reason to excuse himself. She hangs up and tries again wondering if it is just a bad signal at his end. She is met again with his voicemail. She ends the call and places the phone on her desk, she wonders to herself where he could possibly be.
His teeth are chattering, the hairs on his arms are standing on end. The chill has gone right down to his bones. He pulls up his knees to his chest and hugs them tight with his right arm. He tries in vain to keep some heat in. He knows in his heart that he needs to come up with a escape plan but his head is swimming. He can't form a smart decision right now. He doesn't think that he can break the chain that is holding him captive to the wall. He pulls and pulls to no gain. It is securely attached, he can't do anything more. He is out of fight, now he just hopes that the torture will stop and they will finally end his life. He knows it is coming, he can feel the darkness washing over him. He is powerless to fight it, he caves in and lets it come. The energy is slowly leaving his body. Why and how did it come to this. He closes his eyes and shuts out the light.
She tries him several more times in the space of half an hour, still no reply. Now she begins to worry, where could he be. She is helping herself to another cup of disgusting coffee when her phone rings. Her eyes light up, she believes it is him he is okay. As she pushes the answer button she is once again filled with dread on the other end of the phone is his daughter. She tells her that she hasn't seen her father since she left for college that morning. She can hear the hope in the girl's voice as she asks if her father is with her. She has to tell her that he is not. The girl begins to panic on the other end of the line, firing all these questions at her that she herself can not answer. Where is he? Why is he not with you? He never does this, Something must be wrong. She tries to reassure the girl as much as she can, she tells her she will go look for him and will call her back when she has news.
She wants there to be a rational explanation to why he hasn't got in contact, but in her heart she know something must be wrong. Not calling her is one thing but not getting in contact with his daughter for the whole day is not normal. It is now seven o'clock in the evening, no one has heard from him in 12 hours. Something is wrong very wrong. She heads out into the bullpen to find the boys, they will know what to do.
A/N Please comment review etc... depending on the response a new chapter will be up some time soon.
