It was a peaceful night as Alex Eames walked to her apartment. She had finished her shift and was extremely tired. She opened the door to the apartment building and went in. She went to the elevator and pushed the button. A loud crash then came from the door behind the main desk. The door was slightly open with the light on. Eames went to check it out, thinking the manager had fallen.
She went in quickly.
" Mr. Dobbs" she called.
The room was used for storage. It was a mess. The shelves were cluttered and boxes piled up. As Eames checked behind a shelf, she saw something taped to the back wall. She went to it and got it. It was a note. "Dear Alex, you are wearing a lovely coat. I will try not to dirty it."
Before Eames could turn around, a pain shot though left leg. She immediately felt drowsy and collapsed, unconscious. A man stepped out from behind the shelf. He laughed and yanked the dart from her leg. He then placed a blanket over her and proceeded to take her away.
Goren walked into work early the next day. The people were running rampantly around the precinct. They were more jittery than ever. Goren approached Captain Ross as he finished up a phone call.
" What's with everyone today. Has the president been shot or something" Goren joked.
" No" said the captain. " Eames has been kidnapped."
Goren's face dropped.
" What happened" he asked.
" I don't really know" replied the captain. " She was seen entering her apartment building at eleven twelve. Cameras show she didn't even make it into the elevator let alone her apartment."
" Any leads or witnesses."
" Witness claims he saw a man carrying something large wrapped in a blanket at eleven nineteen. Left in a gray pickup truck. Other than that, nothing."
The captain walked away. Goren hung his head down sadly. His partner was kidnapped and there weren't any leads. He clasped his hands and started to pray. He swore to God that he would find her alive.
Eames slowly woke up in a dark room. The blinds were closed, letting in very little light. The room was empty except for a chair and the door. Eames realized see had been kidnapped and that it was morning. She tried to get up, but her hands were cuffed behind her back and her feet were shackled.
A man entered the room. He was tall and wearing a t shirt and jeans. He had blond shoulder length hair. He looked like a lion with his short goatee. He also wore glasses.
" Hello Alex" he said. His voice was soft and creepy. He sounded intelligent.
" Welcome to my home."
" Where am I? Let me go" she demanded.
" Ooh. You have a temper. You should make peace. These are, in fact, your final days. You will die painfully by my hands. And your not the only one." He laughed and threw something at her. A picture. He left as it fluttered down. She crawled over to see it.
The picture showed four people against a wall. Her, a man, a teenage girl, and a little boy. They all looked asleep, drugged actually. The room was one like this, except the room in the picture is littered with dead and decaying bodies.