Title: Tangled Webs
Author: Kim
Summary: a little insight of the man who is Frank Donovan
Disclaimer: I do not own Frank Donovan, would be nice. Other characters are mine. Don't have money, so you can't sue.
Archive: If you want to, just let me know where.
Feedback: Please and be honest. Kweb9173@aol.com
Donovan smiled as he watched his team on the dance floor. They were celebrating Monica's birthday. It was decided to go bar hoping all over the downtown area. Donovan took a drink of his Scotch and laughed as he saw Cody and Alex get on top of the bar and start to dance.
"Come on," Monica laughed, pulling Donovan to his feet, "if Cody has no problem dancing on the bar, you should be able to dance on the floor."
Donovan again smiled as he let Monica led him onto the dance floor. He tried to get into the celebrating mood for her birthday, but he just couldn't.
"What's wrong?" Monica asked, seeing the change in his face.
"Not in the celebrating mood." Donovan replied, placing a kiss on her cheek, "Happy Birthday Monica. I'll see you guys late tomorrow."
Monica frowned as she watched Donovan leave the bar. "Where's he going?" Jake asked.
"He said he wasn't in the celebrating mood." Monica replied.
"I'll be back." Jake stated, following Donovan.
Donovan stood outside, waiting for a cab to pull over. He zipped his jacket up and shivered in the cold March night.
"Hey Donovan!" Jake yelled, trying to catch up.
Donovan turned to face Jake when a black van came to a screeching halt in front of him. Donovan turned and reached for his gun. He cursed when he realized he left it back at the office since they were going out.
The door slid open and Jake saw a flash come from the van. He watched as Donovan grabbed at his neck and started to fall. Two men, at least that's what it looked like to Jake, jumped out of the van and pulled Donovan inside. The door slammed shut and the van sped off.
Jake yelled and started to run after them. He tried to get a plate, but the van had no plates.
"Where's Jake and Donovan go?" Alex asked, reaching for her drink.
"We got to go." Jake ran in out of breath, "now!"
"What's wrong?" Alex asked.
"Donovan was grabbed out in the street." Jake replied.
"What?" Cody asked, sobering up real fast. "Let's go."
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"Good thing Donovan never realized Cody bugged his watch," Jake muttered, running along the wall on the warehouse.
"You know this isn't the smart way to do this," Monica warned, "we have no idea who's behind taking Donovan and how many."
"When has that stopped us before?" Cody asked, taking a bite of an apple.
"True," Alex admitted, "but nobody ruins one of our birthdays."
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Donovan groaned as he grabbed his head. He hadn't had a hangover in years. He couldn't remember how much he had to drink last night.
Last night. Monica's birthday. He remembered leaving the bar and Jake calling out after him. Then he remembered the van and then darkness.
Donovan sat up, leaning his head against the cool wall and regretted for moving that fast. A tranquillizer. That's what must have caused him to black out. He held onto the wall as he walked towards the door. He turned the doorknob and opened the door.
Whoever grabbed him didn't believe in keeping him locked up. "Big mistake," Donovan growled, hearing voices in the next room.
He stumbled into the room to face his kidnappers. The voices stopped and they turned to look at him. Donovan shook his head and swore, "Son of a bitch,"
"Federal Agents!" Jake and Alex yelled, storming into the building.
"Agent Cross, Agent Shaw, stand down." Donovan ordered, walking over to a chair and sitting down. "There has to be a better way to get my attention."
"Sorry Frankie," the man smirked, "it was the only way."
"You've got to be kidding me." Alex muttered, holstering her gun.
Author: Kim
Summary: a little insight of the man who is Frank Donovan
Disclaimer: I do not own Frank Donovan, would be nice. Other characters are mine. Don't have money, so you can't sue.
Archive: If you want to, just let me know where.
Feedback: Please and be honest. Kweb9173@aol.com
Donovan smiled as he watched his team on the dance floor. They were celebrating Monica's birthday. It was decided to go bar hoping all over the downtown area. Donovan took a drink of his Scotch and laughed as he saw Cody and Alex get on top of the bar and start to dance.
"Come on," Monica laughed, pulling Donovan to his feet, "if Cody has no problem dancing on the bar, you should be able to dance on the floor."
Donovan again smiled as he let Monica led him onto the dance floor. He tried to get into the celebrating mood for her birthday, but he just couldn't.
"What's wrong?" Monica asked, seeing the change in his face.
"Not in the celebrating mood." Donovan replied, placing a kiss on her cheek, "Happy Birthday Monica. I'll see you guys late tomorrow."
Monica frowned as she watched Donovan leave the bar. "Where's he going?" Jake asked.
"He said he wasn't in the celebrating mood." Monica replied.
"I'll be back." Jake stated, following Donovan.
Donovan stood outside, waiting for a cab to pull over. He zipped his jacket up and shivered in the cold March night.
"Hey Donovan!" Jake yelled, trying to catch up.
Donovan turned to face Jake when a black van came to a screeching halt in front of him. Donovan turned and reached for his gun. He cursed when he realized he left it back at the office since they were going out.
The door slid open and Jake saw a flash come from the van. He watched as Donovan grabbed at his neck and started to fall. Two men, at least that's what it looked like to Jake, jumped out of the van and pulled Donovan inside. The door slammed shut and the van sped off.
Jake yelled and started to run after them. He tried to get a plate, but the van had no plates.
"Where's Jake and Donovan go?" Alex asked, reaching for her drink.
"We got to go." Jake ran in out of breath, "now!"
"What's wrong?" Alex asked.
"Donovan was grabbed out in the street." Jake replied.
"What?" Cody asked, sobering up real fast. "Let's go."
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"Good thing Donovan never realized Cody bugged his watch," Jake muttered, running along the wall on the warehouse.
"You know this isn't the smart way to do this," Monica warned, "we have no idea who's behind taking Donovan and how many."
"When has that stopped us before?" Cody asked, taking a bite of an apple.
"True," Alex admitted, "but nobody ruins one of our birthdays."
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Donovan groaned as he grabbed his head. He hadn't had a hangover in years. He couldn't remember how much he had to drink last night.
Last night. Monica's birthday. He remembered leaving the bar and Jake calling out after him. Then he remembered the van and then darkness.
Donovan sat up, leaning his head against the cool wall and regretted for moving that fast. A tranquillizer. That's what must have caused him to black out. He held onto the wall as he walked towards the door. He turned the doorknob and opened the door.
Whoever grabbed him didn't believe in keeping him locked up. "Big mistake," Donovan growled, hearing voices in the next room.
He stumbled into the room to face his kidnappers. The voices stopped and they turned to look at him. Donovan shook his head and swore, "Son of a bitch,"
"Federal Agents!" Jake and Alex yelled, storming into the building.
"Agent Cross, Agent Shaw, stand down." Donovan ordered, walking over to a chair and sitting down. "There has to be a better way to get my attention."
"Sorry Frankie," the man smirked, "it was the only way."
"You've got to be kidding me." Alex muttered, holstering her gun.