Title: Another 48 Hours
Author: Skinfull
Summary: Sam and Andy are working undercover when a serial killer resurfaces whose M.O. is murder within 48 hours of abduction.
A/N: This one is going to be a lot darker than the other RB fic I just posted, also, its a WIP and I dont even know where she is going to take me! All I saw was this scene, the next one and a title... what could possibly go wrong!
**I know this is so soon after my other fic but I got itchy keyboard finger.
**I don't know what rating to give it so I'll err on the side of caution and hit it with an "M"
Chapter 1
Sam Swarek let his head fall onto his shoulder and spat out the blood that was filling his mouth. With one eye swollen shut and his mouth already filling with more blood he struggled to stay conscious. The room faded in and out as his one good eye drooped shut. He put all his energy into staying awake. His arms ached from being bound so tightly and cuffed to a wall in an elevated position. He wasn't sure, but from the level of pain that was throbbing in his shoulder he thought it was dislocated.
Breathing hurt from the couple of ribs he suspected were broken and despite the disturbing amount of blood that was spilling past his lips, it was the unmoving form of his partner Andy McNally across the room that really worried him.
Even though the room was dark, the three small windows behind him allowed in enough moonlight so he could make her out. Her hands were bound with cable ties, her wrists stained with dried blood from her attempts to wriggle free when she was awake. Her uniform was gone and she was wearing only a white tee and a pair of briefs. Sam let his eye close over and took a few ragged breaths. He coughed from the effort, spitting out more blood.
"Andy…" he called out, though he didn't expect a response. "Hey…McNally!" She didn't stir. He could see she was breathing from the slow rise and fall of her chest, but it brought him little comfort. "McNally…get up! GET UP!"
Sam coughed and spluttered, white hot pain irradiated from his torso and his right shoulder but before he could compose himself enough to try again, he could hear footsteps racing towards their cell.
For a split second he was torn between hope and fear but this dilemma was quickly resolved when the door was flung open and their captor stepped in. Fear ripped through him, followed by anger, at a level he had only ever felt once before in his life.
Their captor looked at Andy then over to Sam. He smiled at the futility of Sam's anger, his hands were balled into fists and he was straining against his cuffs but they weren't budging.
"Enjoying your stay?" He walked over to where Andy was and crouched down next to her.
"Don't you fucking touch her!" Sam spat out blood with each word.
He reached down and moved Andy's hair out of her face with the barrel of a gun. Sam winced, tried to contain his rage and rattled his cuffs again, taking the attention off Andy and back to himself.
"Leave her alone…" the words were followed by more coughing, more blood and more pain and Sam went limp. The room swam and his vision faded in and out. Finally succumbing to the darkness the last thing Sam saw was Andy being lifted and carried out of the room.