Hellooooo. This is a story I just didn't get out of my head. So I decided to write it down. I hope you like it.
Reviews are of course welcome. :)
PS: I don't own Rookie Blue. (I wish...)
The day had been like every other day. It hadn't been especially busy in the precinct. And nothing worth mentioning had happened on Dovs shift on patrol.
Now his shift had ended and he was on his way home. He was, although the day had been easy on him, exhausted.
He was walking, since his car was in repair and Chris was still at the "Black Penny". Actually he was happy to have some time to think, to be alone.
He wasn't really sure, why he felt so weird in the past few weeks. But something had definitely changed. He had started to be paranoid, thought that someone was watching him, but after he had mentioned his fears to Chris, he just laughed.
"Why would anybody watch you Dov? Did you make a deal with the Mafia or what?" Chris seemed to think his own comment very funny.
After that Dov shook the presumption off, at least he tried. It was a stupid thought. Chris was right, who would want him harm?
Dov chuckled silently, his eyes directed at the ground in front of him. As he walked, his hands in his pockets of his jeans, he now couldn't think of anything else, but to get out of the sweater he was wearing and to fall on his bed and into sleep.
As he was strolling at the side of the road, in the dark he didn't notice the black van that was following him in some distance.
Totally consumed by his thoughts he didn't realize, how the van drove closer. He snapped out of them, when he heard a car door slam about twenty feet behind him. He whirled around. All happened so fast.
Dov saw how two masked men came running towards him. Before he could even think he turned back around and started to run, like his life depended on it. The pounding footsteps behind him just spurred him on to run even faster.
His heart pumped in his throat and a thousand thoughts flashed through his mind. The fear and the panic let him hear his heartbeat like it was pounding in the inside of his ears.
His feet flew over the asphalt, tires were screeching, shouts. Nobody was to see on the street. It was dark. Almost subconciously he grasped for his gun, but it wasn't there.
The steps behind him were getting louder and louder. Just when Dov wanted to start to shout for help, two strong hands seized his arms. He felt how he stumbled and fell.
The impact on the ground let his palms, which he had raised to intercept his fall, chafed over the conctrete. The pain ripped through his hands like blades.
Before he could even try to get up again he felt how both his arms were grabbed by strong hands and he was hauled up. Their grip was iron.
His last hope was to get someones attention on what was happening on this street at that moment. He opened his mouth to scream, but a hand was placed over it and muffled the scream to an almost inaudible murmur.
His eyes were wide in shock, struggling to try and free himself from the tight grip around his arms showed uselessness. He felt himself being dragged to the black van. With fear filling him up he looked around once more, to look for someone that could help him. No such luck.
Then he was thrown into the van. A second later he felt the dead weight of a very heavy man drop on his back. His arms were pulled behind his back and Epstein felt the cold iron of handcuffs snap around his wrists.
Somewhere, it seemed far away, Dov heard the door of the van slam shut. Then he felt how it started to move.
His palms were throbbing and he felt a warm liquid dripping down from them.
The man that just had sat on him now stood and turned him around so he could look at what was happening in front of him. He gasped when he caught sight of four masked men. All eyes were trained on him.
The one on his right now took out a roll of duct tape and chuckled quietly, when he saw the shocked look on Dovs face.
"Welcome, Officer Epstein." With that he ripped off a strip of the tape and placed it over Dovs mouth.
The terror was indescribable, that Dov felt.
Oh my God! What have I gotten myself into? Dovs thoughts were one jumble.
His heart was still beating faster than it had ever before. His breaths through his nose were short and quick.
The last thing he saw was four laughing men, before one more strip was put over his eyes.
Oh my God!
The beeping of his alarm clock pulled him roughly from his nice and soft dreams. Silently cursing he groped for the annoying device to turn it off.
He yawned, slowly pushing himself up from the matress. His eyes still closed, he started to rub them. Again he yawned when he stood up to put on his clothes.
Time for him to get to his shift. After he had put on his clothes he went to eat his breakfast.
Half-hearted he shouted with a full mouth of toast: "Hey, Dov! Get up! It's time for shift."
It was unusual for Dov not to already sit on the table in the small kitchen, eating his cereal and drinking his juice. But Chris didn't think further of it.
When he finished, he put his plate in the sink and went to knock at Dovs door.
"Dude. Come on. We need to go now, if we don't want to be late." When no answer was to hear, Chris hesitantly opened the door. Dovs room looked tidy. His bed was made and everything was in it's place.
Chris shrugged it off, Dov must have already left. It was alright with him. He grabbed his keys and left the apartment.
Loud music sounded through his car while he drove.
When he pulled in to the station he turned it off. He jumped out of his car and then jogged to the door of the locker room. He was in a good mood, and hummed the song, he had just listened to a few seconds ago.
The familiar sound of Swareks voice let him turn around while he changed into his uniform: "Diaz. Are you a little late?" A smirk was plastered on his face.
Chris was bouncing around, taking a look at his watch. Then he said seriously: "I still have four minutes."
Without another word, Swarek left the room, still smiling. He was already in uniform.
After two minutes and fifty seconds Diaz stood in the conference room. In full uniform.
Sargeant Best already stood in the front and everybody else seemed to be there already. He just managed to slide on one of the chairs beside Gail. She leaned over and said in her sarcastic way: "Did you come here on skates?"
He decided to ignore it and concentrated now fully on the tall man in the front.
Best cleared his throat, to get everyones attention. All eyes were now on him.
"Good morning, Officers. I'll get right down to business. Yesterday we had a slow day. Today's a completely different story. Last night there have taken place several robberies. Nothing went missing, that is as much as we know up until now. Officer Peck and Diaz, you go to the one one Abbey Street. McNally and Epstein, you take the one on..." Bests gaze went over all the faces of his Officers.
His speech faltered. "Where is Epstein?"
Diaz now turned his attention to his surroundings. Dov was nowhere to be seen. He murmured: "I thought he was here already."
Best continued: "Wherever he is, when I find him, he'll get to hear my angry voice. Alright, McNally, you go with Oliver to the Bloomings Street, clear?" The people he had adressed nodded.
"Swarek and Williams, there was a call from a man. He claims to have seen how another man has been manhandled and kidnapped. You'll please pay him a visit, and see if there's any truth to what he's saying."
He saw the agreeing looks of his co-workers and then stated to round it up: "Be safe out there. Do your Duty."
When he walked away the officers started to clear the room.
Gail grabbed Chris' sleeve and asked: "Where did you leave Dov?"
"I don't know where he is. He knows how to take care of himself. Maybe he's just late..."
Chris said this to calm Gail, but in the pit of his stomach he had an eerie feeling. But he decided to ignore it. It was time to worry about work. Nothing else.
Okay... I am not sure where this is going, but I think I'll just let the words come to me... :) Review if you like it, and criticism is welcome.