As Brennan slammed his shot of Southern Comfort, he felt a little bit of
uneasiness over come him.
"This is the last time I do shots with you Shal" he said in a very sarcastic tone.
"Oh, come on, you're a big boy, can't keep up with the ladies?" Shalimar giggled under her breath. "Come on, let's dance" Shalimar said as she grabbed his hand and attempted to pull him up from the barstool.
As Brennan slowly stood, he felt a little bit of dizziness and had to embrace the bar to keep his balance. "Shal, at the moment dancing is out of the question. I am not one to turn a dance down by a pretty lady. May I take a rain check and step out for some fresh air?" He starred into her brown eyes and cracked a cute half-smile.
"I suppose" Shalimar said, giving him a big smile back. "I guess I will go find some other man to dance with".
Brennan's half-smile faded after this remark, and he turned and headed for the bathroom. Shalimar smirked again to herself as she watched him walk towards the restroom. She could tell by his walking that she would be driving home. As she sat back down at the bar, she signaled for the bartender and politely asked for two large glasses of water. She knew Brennan would need one when he got back and she felt it was time to start her process of sobering up.
As Brennan walked out of the restroom, he noticed a back door to the club next to the ladies room. "Fresh air Brennan" he mumbled to himself as he reached for the handle and pushed the door open. It was a cool night, and Brennan sighed when the breeze hit his face. He was still feeling dizzy, so he leaned forward against the building, putting his head against the brick wall and closing his eyes. He was thinking in his head what Shal would do if she knew how bad he really felt. He heard a noise directly behind him. "Shal are you watching me," he whispered without moving a muscle.
"I am going to make you wish I was Shal" a deep voice said directly behind him. Before he could even open his eyes he felt a prick in the back of his neck, like a small needle perhaps. As he slowly turned around there stood Thorne.
"Remember me asshole", Thorne said with zero emotion in his face. "I am going to make you remember me," he said quickly.
"Hold him up men", he said to the two men standing behind him. Brennan noticed they were in regular street clothes. Whatever drug they injected him with started to take effect, because he felt extremely weak and his vision was slightly blurred. Before the men could grab him he collapsed to his knees, rubbing his eyes and widening them trying to get a good focus.
"Since when did GSA agents stop wearing uniforms, is this your attempt for style because it is not working for.." Brennan said but was cut off by the men picking him up by his arms and a quick blow to his gut by Thorne.
"Just like old times" Thorne said with a smirk and continued throwing punches at Brennan one after another. Brennan was slowly losing his grip on reality. Thorne stopped throwing punches and grabbed Brennan by his hair roughly and pulled Brennan's head up to meet him eye to eye. Brennan groaned out loud in pain. His body ached.
"Do you have any idea what happened to me after you escaped Ginomex?" Thorne said in a very angry tone. "Well do you?" he said again even angrier and threw another blow into Brennan's ribs. Brennan barely had enough strength to stay awake, much less respond to Thorne's questions.
"You are going to have plenty of time to respond Mr. Mulwray, because I am going to make you suffer for a very long time." "Be scared Mulwray, because this is nothing compared to what I have in mind for you, and keep your eyes open, because you will never know when and what is next! Perhaps I may do something with that pretty little blonde you had on your arm when you entered the club".
Brennan than managed to yell out "Don't you touch her! I will kill you!"
Thorne laughed out loud, "You are in no position to threaten me Mr. Mulwray". Thorne delivered one final blow to Brennan's head, and Brennan felt the release of his arms and the pain of hitting the concrete face first, and everything went black.
Meanwhile, Shalimar was getting impatient and worried. She looked at her watch for the third time and headed for the back door of the club. She knew Brennan had way too much to drink and was feeling guilty for pushing drinks at him. As she exited out the door, she instantly saw Brennan face down on the ground. She immediately called for Adam on her com link.
"Adam...Adam". "What is it Shalimar" Adam said. "Brennan's down, I need back up now!" she demanded. "Help is on the way," Adam said immediately calling for Emma and Jesse.
"This is the last time I do shots with you Shal" he said in a very sarcastic tone.
"Oh, come on, you're a big boy, can't keep up with the ladies?" Shalimar giggled under her breath. "Come on, let's dance" Shalimar said as she grabbed his hand and attempted to pull him up from the barstool.
As Brennan slowly stood, he felt a little bit of dizziness and had to embrace the bar to keep his balance. "Shal, at the moment dancing is out of the question. I am not one to turn a dance down by a pretty lady. May I take a rain check and step out for some fresh air?" He starred into her brown eyes and cracked a cute half-smile.
"I suppose" Shalimar said, giving him a big smile back. "I guess I will go find some other man to dance with".
Brennan's half-smile faded after this remark, and he turned and headed for the bathroom. Shalimar smirked again to herself as she watched him walk towards the restroom. She could tell by his walking that she would be driving home. As she sat back down at the bar, she signaled for the bartender and politely asked for two large glasses of water. She knew Brennan would need one when he got back and she felt it was time to start her process of sobering up.
As Brennan walked out of the restroom, he noticed a back door to the club next to the ladies room. "Fresh air Brennan" he mumbled to himself as he reached for the handle and pushed the door open. It was a cool night, and Brennan sighed when the breeze hit his face. He was still feeling dizzy, so he leaned forward against the building, putting his head against the brick wall and closing his eyes. He was thinking in his head what Shal would do if she knew how bad he really felt. He heard a noise directly behind him. "Shal are you watching me," he whispered without moving a muscle.
"I am going to make you wish I was Shal" a deep voice said directly behind him. Before he could even open his eyes he felt a prick in the back of his neck, like a small needle perhaps. As he slowly turned around there stood Thorne.
"Remember me asshole", Thorne said with zero emotion in his face. "I am going to make you remember me," he said quickly.
"Hold him up men", he said to the two men standing behind him. Brennan noticed they were in regular street clothes. Whatever drug they injected him with started to take effect, because he felt extremely weak and his vision was slightly blurred. Before the men could grab him he collapsed to his knees, rubbing his eyes and widening them trying to get a good focus.
"Since when did GSA agents stop wearing uniforms, is this your attempt for style because it is not working for.." Brennan said but was cut off by the men picking him up by his arms and a quick blow to his gut by Thorne.
"Just like old times" Thorne said with a smirk and continued throwing punches at Brennan one after another. Brennan was slowly losing his grip on reality. Thorne stopped throwing punches and grabbed Brennan by his hair roughly and pulled Brennan's head up to meet him eye to eye. Brennan groaned out loud in pain. His body ached.
"Do you have any idea what happened to me after you escaped Ginomex?" Thorne said in a very angry tone. "Well do you?" he said again even angrier and threw another blow into Brennan's ribs. Brennan barely had enough strength to stay awake, much less respond to Thorne's questions.
"You are going to have plenty of time to respond Mr. Mulwray, because I am going to make you suffer for a very long time." "Be scared Mulwray, because this is nothing compared to what I have in mind for you, and keep your eyes open, because you will never know when and what is next! Perhaps I may do something with that pretty little blonde you had on your arm when you entered the club".
Brennan than managed to yell out "Don't you touch her! I will kill you!"
Thorne laughed out loud, "You are in no position to threaten me Mr. Mulwray". Thorne delivered one final blow to Brennan's head, and Brennan felt the release of his arms and the pain of hitting the concrete face first, and everything went black.
Meanwhile, Shalimar was getting impatient and worried. She looked at her watch for the third time and headed for the back door of the club. She knew Brennan had way too much to drink and was feeling guilty for pushing drinks at him. As she exited out the door, she instantly saw Brennan face down on the ground. She immediately called for Adam on her com link.
"Adam...Adam". "What is it Shalimar" Adam said. "Brennan's down, I need back up now!" she demanded. "Help is on the way," Adam said immediately calling for Emma and Jesse.