Disclaimer; I don't own these awesome characters. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this as a fanfic. I'd be putting it on screen.
This is my first story that I'm publishing here, and it's the first one I plan on making myself write out. If people like it and want more, I'll continue on with more chapters.
No beta, all mistakes are my own.
SCREEEEEEEEECH.
I wish he'd stop it already. The other victims had tried- and failed- to break the chains. At least I thought so, judging by the scratches on the metal cuffs.
On the walls.
The broken, bloody fingernails, scattered on the ground.
For the first time in years, I was terrified after being kidnapped. Even though that was once my job.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
"You know what doc? I like you and all, but if you keep that up-I'll kill you."
I'm only joking. Half-heartedly. I'm too tired to smile.
He stops.
"Sorry Al, I didn't realize it was bothering you."
He crawls over and embraces me, at least as much as the restraints will allow. We end up with one arm around my stomach, the other resting on my shoulder. My knees almost touching my nose, head turned down to stare at the cement floor.
I finally can't hold it in anymore. Tears start rolling down my face.
Plink.
Plink.
Plink.
"Hey now, it's going to be okay. The team will figure out that Cooper has us. They'll find us, don't worry. Everything will be fine..." His voice trails off.
I wish could believe him, but we're both a hell of a lot smarter than that. We know that we aren't going to survive this case. I can't trick my self into hoping they'll get here in time.
I wish I had never come back to the FBI.
I should have just stayed in hiding.