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Summary: Lizzie gets abducted, Red and the team have to find her.

Rated M for violence, language and some other unpleasant things, don't read it if you're squeamish!

Set shortly after 1x22. Please review!

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Liz walked out of her apartment to her car, it was going to be the first great day since months: she was finally divorced from Tom, whom she had killed two weeks ago. She had accepted that Red wouldn't tell her the truth about her father and wouldn't ask him about it any further. Sooner or later, actually more later, he would tell her anyway.

She had parked under a tree on the opposite side of the street, it wasn't far, but what happened on the short way from the door to the car changed everything she had planned for today.

When she locked the door from outside, someone stabbed her with a sedative, which was so strong it would have knocked out a horse and dragged her into a car around the corner.

xxxxx 10 hours later:

Liz woke up with a headache. She felt as if she had slept for days, she was sweating and her mouth was dry, she needed to drink something. She wanted to stand up and get something to drink, so she opened her eyes to see where she was. It felt like she wasn't at home, because the room was hotter than any room she knew. It must be more than 40 degrees. Suddenly, she realized that she was only wearing underwear and not a sleepshirt like usually. When she opened her eyes she saw that she was lying on the floor in a small room without windows and dark grey painted walls. She wanted to get up, but couldn't move, there was a strap of plastic over her forehead that held her head down. She saw another two straps over her stomach and her lower belly. There was no way she could stand up now, the straps were attached to the hard, stone floor.

Liz tried to analyze her situation with her profiler mind. She had to be drugged, else her brain wouldn't feel so sleep-fogged. She had no idea where she was or how she had gotten there. Moreover, she couldn't remember a single thing. The last thing she knew was that she had locked the door to drive to work, so somebody must have waited for her and drugged her then.

She made a closer examination of the room, but it was practically empty. There was no furniture, no windows, no pictures or posters on the wall, nothing. Just her, an electrical outlet at the wall and a door a few feet away. A single light bulb was hanging from the ceiling, it looked like a prison cell. Then something right above her caught her attention. There was something very small and black at the ceiling. Everyone else would have said it was a dot of black color, but the cop inside her said that it was a camera.

Oh no, this isn't good...why is there a camera right above me when I'm restrained to the floor in a room without windows, only in my underwear and it's as hot as in a sauna in here? I think I was kidnapped...and I really need to drink something now...how long was I asleep? And where the hell am I?

Suddenly, the door opened and two men came in. One of them brought a bottle of water and a straw, the other brought a scissor and something that looked like a bunch of electric wires.

"Oh, look who's waking up. How are you, sweety?"

Liz couldn't speak. She only hoped that someone would find her soon.

"I guess she doesn't want to talk to us."

"She will. Sooner or later."

The one man opened the bottle and put the straw into it so that she could drink. At least they wouldn't let her die of thirst...Great.

xxxxx 9 hours earlier, Post Office:

"Where the hell is agent Keen?" Cooper asked, already annoyed that his day started with a missing agent.

"Scott. And I haven't seen her yet, Sir." replied Ressler.

"Call Reddington. He always knows where she is."

"Yes, Sir. I'll call him."

Ressler really wanted to know how Reddington always knew about Liz's location. He had heard rumors that he had people following her for her own safety and there was even a rumor that her ex husband, who was now dead put a tracking devise in her wedding ring. That guy really had been creepy. He was just glad for her that he was gone now, although he still regretted that she hadn't let him rough Tom up for her.

"Hello?" Dembe answered the phone.

"Hello, it's agent Ressler. Can I speak to Reddington, please?"

"Of course, wait a moment."

A few moments later, Red was on the phone.

"Donald! To what do I owe this pleasure?!"

"Liz is missing. Do you know where she is? And don't lie to me, you always know."

"Take a breath. If I knew where she was, she wouldn't be missing. I come over as fast as I can." Red hung up.

xxxxx 30 minutes later:

"Tell me what happened." Red asked, but wasn't able to hide his impatience.

"She was supposed to come to the office an hour ago. We sent a team to her apartment, but she wasn't there. Her car is still parked nearby and the neighbours haven't seen her since yesterday when she came home." Cooper answered very formally, he was still calm.

"Is there any possibility to track her down?"

"No, her phone is turned off and she hasn't got a tracking devise on her." Aram replied, who was sitting in front of an computer.

xxxxx 11 hours later:

"Hey! A video call arrived!" Aram shouted.

"Click on it." Red ordered. "I'm sure it's about Lizzie."

A live-stream opened and they saw Liz lying on the floor, tied with plastic straps, sweat and tears covering her face and two men sitting beside her.

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Meanwhile in Liz's cell, the two men held her wrists down and talked to her.

"So, sweety. You wonder what you're doing here? The man we're working for wants you to suffer and then die slowly. We don't want any answers, we just want to spend a little time with you until we end your life. And maybe our boss shows up a few times, too."

"Tell me! Who is he? Please, you could at least be honest to me if you're gonna kill me!"

"Oh, now she wants something from us!"

"Yeah, like we would tell her anything...stupid bitch..."

"You do know that I can hear you, don't you? And how long will you keep me here, anyway? When will you...uh...do it?"

"She's asking too many questions, don't you think?"

"Yeah...we should do something about that."

They chatted as if she couldn't hear them while holding her down. Suddenly, one of them took the scissors.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

They didn't answer.

"Please! Just one question! Is that a camera above me?"

The chuckled. "Yes, sweety. It is. And do you know who's watching right now?"

Liz shivered although it was way too hot in the room. She knew what they would answer.

"Yes? Your team, your boss and, most importantly, Reddington. They are all watching how we slowly make you suffer and then be so generous to let you die."

Liz tried to fight them, she didn't know why they hadn't restrained her arms and her legs, but that surely would come. She didn't want the others to see her like this...

"Ohh, I think I forgot something. It's embarrassing for a woman to let her co-workers see her in her underwear, isn't it?" When she nodded, he grinned coldly. "Yeah, I thought so, but you will wear much less in a few minutes."

"NO! You can't do that! Please, no!"

He put silver tape over her mouth to silence her while the other man cut her bra open with the scissors. Liz broke free from his grip and covered her breasts with her hands, but knew that her wrists would be restrained soon because there were further plastic straps attached to the floor next to her. She continued to cover her breasts but suddenly each man grabbed an arm and tied it down. Liz closed her eyes and blushed.

"Oh no, keep looking into the camera. Look up to the ceiling."

She shook her head, they couldn't force her to do this. It was bad enough that Red and the team saw her like this, she wouldn't look straight into that camera now. Not now, not later, she would just keep her eyes closed.

"Fine, if you don't wanna look into the camera, we have to take off your panties."

Liz immediately opened her eyes, being completely naked in front of the team and Red was the last thing she wanted.

"Do you know what?" asked the other man, "I think we should do it anyway. The boss wanted to make her suffer and that seems like the perfect...introduction, don't you think?"

"You're right."

Liz couldn't allow that, she tucked up her legs and pressed her thighs together. She was breathing quickly and tried not to think. She wondered if she was shaved, which almost made her grin. At least she had shaved her armpits and legs this morning..

Oh my goodness, what am I thinking? These guys told me they would kill me and all I'm thinking about is if I'm shaved so that I look good?!

"You know? I have a better idea. Lets restrain her ankles so that she can't kick us when we're undressing her. That's gonna be so much more fun."

She shook her head again while they violently grabbed her legs and put the plastic straps around her ankles. One of them held her hips down while the other cut her panties open with the knife.

Liz had never been as ashamed as in is moment, she looked at the wall next to her and stared at the electric wires that were lying on the floor. She just hoped that nobody of the team and especially not Red was watching this, she knew she could never look them in the eyes if she would be rescued. It was weird anyway to be the only woman in the team, but what was happening right now made her feel exposed and vulnerable.

"Sooo, let's get started. Shall we, sweety?"

She whimpered and looked down at her body, this was unbelievable. Who the hell would do that to her?

xxxxx

TBC

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