a/n - so this isn't particularly good, but the only way to get these stories out of my head is to write them down, this one I might actually finish lol, it's almost done so if you want more chapters let me know and hopefully that will give me the courage to put the rest up. I'm not good at case fics so I'm cheating a little and cutting out the 'case' part by having it all go wrong! Well that could happen right? I loved the character of Mick Rawson on CM: suspect behaviour, such a shame it was cancelled after one season.
Mick snaked his neck slowly, trying to ease the pain in his head. Argh, this was so not a good day. Wriggling his arms and legs he tested the bonds that held him, yeah great, bloody fantastic, they weren't going anywhere soon, trust their subject to be good at tying knots. Opening his eyes he looked around, the blurred vision was almost gone now and he could see that the stable he'd been dragged into was bare, except for some mouldy straw bedding and a sight he tried to push from his mind. Dwelling on it did no good, though he found it hard to put out of his mind. The psycho they'd spooked had left him in there with the dead body of the local deputy who'd been his ride and his back-up, the poor guy hadn't stood a chance. Mick shook his head , he'd hardly done any better himself really, knocked over the head and trussed up like a chicken.
His team had been called out to Montana to deal with a serial killer, their unsub had been taking low risk people, hookers, drug addicts and presently hikers from the local area, the sheriffs department hadn't connected the missing people until the disappearances had suddenly escalated recently, they had next to no leads or evidence to go on, but with the body count steadily increasing they'd been forced into taking drastic measures, with pressure from the mayor and sheriff Sam had had no choice but to split the team up.
Each of them had been paired off with a local officer and given a list of possible suspects to check up on, it should have been a fairly routine fishing trip, they weren't supposed to rile them up too much, just narrow down the list, comparing the behaviour to the basic profile they'd developed. Rattle a few cages, but don't awaken the beast, that'd been sam's last words to the team, they'd planned to revisit the really likely ones again later with a fuller team. Mick half laughed, rattle the cage, they hadn't even gotten the chance to talk to this guy.
The deputy had gone to the front door and Mick had been casually checking out the outbuildings, his back to the guy when he'd heard a shotgun blast, the deputy had taken one to the chest and hadn't stood a chance. Looking at the body Mick hoped that there wasn't a wife and kids waiting for him at home. His own lone wolf existence was the best way really in his line of work, no ties, no one to worry, waiting for him to come home.
He grimaced as a wave of pain shot up from his leg, he couldn't see the damage to well, the shredded leg of his jeans hid the damage from him, but from the pool of blood in the straw beneath it he could tell that the blood still flowed sluggishly, well at least the guy hadn't hit an artery, that was a positive at least. As Sam would say, look for the positives in any situation, yeah well ok so there weren't many here.
Before Mick could discern where the shooter was firing from he'd been forced to dive for cover and got a calf full of buckshot for his trouble, still least he was alive, well, for now, heaven knows what that wack job had gotten planned for him when he came back and the guy had said he'd be back. Mick glanced at his watch, the team weren't expecting him to check in for at least another hour or so, and he had no idea how long the subject would be gone, so he couldn't rely on them finding him in time, he'd have to try and figure his own way out of this.
At least the pounding in his head was dimming, the shooter had had the drop on him. He moved surprisingly quietly for such a big man, and knowing the layout of the property gave him an advantage, though Mick still felt frustrated at how easily the guy had snuck up behind him and knocked him out. Coming to tied up in here wasn't the best moment of his career, though actually he could think of a few worse ones, there was that time with sam and well, yeah okay so obviously they'd gotten out of that spot, he told himself, irritated at how easily his mildly concussed mind wandered, reminiscing was hardly going to help here. Time to get off of his arse and try and get himself out of this somehow. Groaning in pain Rawson forced himself to his feet, trying to balance with his legs tied together and one of them injured at that proved impossible and he collapsed back into the straw.
Giving up on that idea and moving caterpillar style he made it to the sliding stall door, the top half was solid bars so even if he could stand there was no way out over them with his hands tied behind his back. He tried using his feet and then his hands to push at the sliding stall door, but it wouldn't budge. With his back to it, he felt around the metal edges looking for a spot rough enough to work the ropes over, to try and cut through them, finding a likely spot he began to rub away, trying to ignore the splinters and grazes to his hands and arms, they were small price to pay if he could get free.