Here's a new story I've been working on. Hope you like it. please RandR if you'd like me to keep going.

Discaimer- not mine.

Chapter one

"Yes, I do. I'm going to make it easy for you." With that, she placed her badge and Glock on his desk, then turned and stormed out. After she left his office, she headed for the elevators and took it down to the parking garage. When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, she got off and headed over to her car. She got in, buckled up and headed for her apartment.

When she reached her apartment, a while later; her anger and frustration was slowly starting to fade. She sighed and was about to unlock her door, when she noticed it was slightly open.

Someone was in her apartment.

On impulse, she reached for her Glock, then took a deep breath, and went in.

Her apartment was pitch black, she couldn't see a thing. She flipped on the light, then took a few steps forward and heard the door slam shut behind her. She was about to turn around, when she felt someone grab her from behind and shove her up against the wall.

Stella stomped down hard on her attacker's foot and then elbowed him in the stomach. He groaned and took a step back releasing her. She whirled around and glared at her attacker. "George Kolovos, how'd you get back to New York?"

"That's my little secret." Kolovos replied, as he spun her around and shoved her back up against the wall. Stella reached her hand up and scratched his cheek. "Ahhh, you'll pay for that!" Kolovos screamed, grabbing her hands and twisting them painfully behind her back.

She jerked her head back, hitting Kolovos in the nose. "You bitch!" He screamed, grabbing her hair and slamming her head against the wall; knocking her out. Then he picked her up and carried her out of her apartment.

Kolovos smiled as he put Stella in the trunk and closed the lid. He got in and then drove off. A few hours later, he reached Brooklyn Yards. He parked his car, got out and made his way over to the trunk. He opened the lid and saw that she was still out. He bent down, picked her up, and carried her over to the shipping containers.

"I've been waiting for a while." Nicolas Kolovos said, glaring at his brother.

"Well, she's a fighter, look at my cheek."

"Your nose is red, too." Nicolas replied, then turned, opened the door and climbed in. As soon as he was in, he took Stella from his brother and carefully laid her down. She's beautiful. He thought to himself as he gently ran his finger down her cheek, then stood up and climbed out. "Have fun"

Kolovos gave him a evil smile, as he climbed in the container. Once he was inside, his brother shut the door and locked it. Then he stood there and watched as a big crane raised it up.

A while later, Kolovos noticed Stella moving around some. He walked over to her and took the duct tape off her mouth. "Where are we?"

"Look around."

She slowly sat up and looked around. Her head was pounding. They were in a huge shipping container, he was taking her to Greece. She glared at him. "Your not going to get away with this."

"I think I already have, Detective." Kolovos replied with a smile.