This idea came to my mind one night and I couldn't stop thinking it until I sat down and wrote it. i WANT TO GIVE HUGE GREDITS to my LOVELY LOVELY LOVELY Zoe who made this GLORIOUS AND AMAZING MANIP . She is a miracle and I love her dearly! And Also I want to thank my very good friend Lupineborn who helped me with this first chapter. I will buy her ice cream :p
Also huge thank you to my great Sasckwatche who is officially my beta on this fic and she did this amazing job with the first chap.
Basically if you like this fic you have to thank Mysterious_song Sasckwatche and Lupineborn !
Please let me know your thoughts , I'm so excited about this fic and your reviews will make my day. This is just a prologue next chap will come soon ;)
Robin Locksley was a good man once. He had a beautiful wife, an adorable baby boy, a nice home, a job that offered him enough money to give his son and wife everything they needed.
That is until Marian was killed in a bank robbery gone wrong. Eight people died that day, clients and employees alike, and sadly his beloved wife was one of them. She had been hidden behind an office desk and she was calm enough to call the police. One bastard had found and shot her.
That's what they told him later.
Roland, his baby boy named by his wife - she loved that name, Robin knew it - was six months old when everything had happened. So, Robin had to quit his job to raise him. In the beginning he was completely at a lost. He didn't know what to do when Roland was crying, he didn't know when he was hungry, he, for the life of him, could simply not understand why he was crying, he couldn't rock him to sleep like Marian used to, but in the end he had learned. It was not like he had a choice anyway. After making sure that Roland was deeply asleep, Robin was throwing himself on his bed and cried until exhaustion lulled him to sleep. Every night he wished for her to come back to him, though he knew it wasn't possible. He was never interested in another woman, never looked at anyone else, but his son. His son was everything he had left of her…
And no woman could manage to be like his Marian.
Roland was barely three years old when Robin decided to send him to the day-care. But it seemed that Robin really was out of luck. The school bus Roland was riding in collided with two cars and the boy suffered from many severe injuries which needed tons surgeries, special treatment and a long time of recovery at the hospital.
Robin couldn't afford all these things without a job.
So he started searching everywhere, but unfortunately couldn't find anything. One night he met an old friend named John in a bar. He and Robin were friends for years but then John started acting strangely. He would always get phone calls from someone who Robin never learned the name of. John was always in some sort of panic when his phone was ringing, and whenever he spotted a police officer, he would always disappear from their sight. Robin had noticed that he wasn't available as often as he used to, so eventually he stop calling. John did the same. Robin met Marian afterwards, so his life changed quickly.
When Robin talked to his friend about his wife and Roland, John was shocked about how his friend's life was so hard and full of sadness and problems, but he said he could help him find a job that offered a huge amount of cash.
And that he did. He explained to Robin everything. Robin refused instantly in the beginning. But after a phone call from the hospital about Roland's surgery money, he acquiesced at the job proposition. He had no choice after all.
He didn't care about anything else anyway. He only wanted the best for his son, and in order to have that, Robin needed money.
He took the job. He was clever and quick, reliable, always careful and he didn't show his soft side, which was something that his bosses were grateful for. In a few months, Robin was handling cases alone.
He should feel sad for what he was doing, he should feel terrible but he really didn't. He was a good person when his wife was killed, he was a good person when his boy had that accident but it didn't really get him anywhere, so what was the big deal anyway?
It's not like he was a murderer after all.
He was just a kidnapper. He was kidnapping people he was told to, and kept them in a specific house away from the city until their families paid the money his bosses were asking for.
Every month, sometimes twice a month, he was receiving a file with information for the person that he had to kidnap, along with photos, marital status, age, and basically everything about them.
These people though were far from poor. Most of them were sons of businessmen or politicians, ministers and generally people with huge bank accounts and lives full of scandals. Sometimes he was ordered to blackmail his victim's relatives about exposing their mistresses to their wives if they didn't pay twice the money he asked for.
When he was successful, he was getting paid much better than the normal.
Though Robin hated cases when he had to kidnap old people, some politician's mother or father for example, and basically people of ages that didn't require a lot to happen for them to suffer a heart attack. The last thing he needed was a dead body that needed to disappear.
He didn't ever complain though, because the money was much more than he always expected - he was very good at his job - and Roland was cared for by the supreme doctors in the best hospital with the most sophisticated medical equipment, and he had paid for the best treatment he could find so his boy was getting a lot better after a year, in which he had two brain surgeries and Robin was the happiest man alive.
When Roland had recovered fully from all the surgeries and treatments for his brain, legs and hands, he was four and a half years old. Robin was a proud father because his son was strong like a rock, he was never scared of doctors, he had mentioned that he wanted to be a doctor too when he would grow up.
Roland got out of the hospital eventually and would only visit again, for his checkup, in six months. Robin asked his boss for a summer break, long enough for him to go on a little vacation with his son. His boss didn't protest at all and gave him a three months' worth of break and a bonus that amounted to a huge pile of cash.
He spent all summer with his son, traveling from place to place and wherever Roland wanted to go –that is until he had to start going to kindergarten. Robin always drove him and picked him up, since he could never trust the school bus ever again.
Robin informed his boss that he was coming back, and the latter gladly sent him the file of the next case.
So here he is, standing outside a huge building named ''Blanchard's Airlines,'' holding carefully the case's file in his hands, the man they expect money from is called Leopold Blanchard, the owner and CEO of the aforementioned company, but Robin's victim is his wife, mentioned in the title as...
"Next case: Regina Mills."