Ranger Nightmares Chapter One: Undercover

Author: Gage39

Summary: Gage and Trent go undercover to take down a rich slime ball named Taylor Biggins but things go bad when Gage's cover is blown.

A/N: This is the prequel to LittleWing's 'Deliverance' and many thanks to LittleWing for allowing me to use his characters and story.

I own nothing!!!!!

Ranger Headquarters

"Gage, Trent, I need a favor," Walker said.

Gage and Trent looked at each other before Gage asked, "What is it?"

"Ever hear of Taylor Biggins?"

Trent shook his head no but Gage nodded.

"Isn't he involved in child porn and every other illegal activity?"

Walker nodded and said, "That's the one. Trent, I know you're not a cop but I would like for the two of you to go undercover and try to get evidence to take him down."

"That's fine with me," Trent said. "Since Carlos is working on a case in San Antonio and Kim is on vacation there isn't much for me to do."

"Gage?" Walker turned to the young Ranger.

Gage didn't respond right away but was staring at the wall above Walker's head.

"Gage," Walker said sharply.

"Sure I'll do it," Gage said emotionlessly.

3 Days Later

"How's it going?" Walker asked.

"Just great," Trent replied. "Biggins thinks we're just a couple of rich guys wanting to buy his smut."

"Any indication he thinks the two of you are undercover?" Walker asked worriedly. Gage and Trent were both well-known in Dallas and he had been afraid that one or both of them would be recognized.

"Nope," Trent said smugly.

"Don't get too smug," Gage warned. "Sooner or later one of us is going to get recognized and then its curtains for us."

"Gage, can I talk to you privately for a minute?" Walker asked.

"I better go," Trent made a hasty retreat while Gage remained in the office.

"What's bothering you?" Walker asked.

"Nothing's bothering me," Gage said but Walker didn't believe him.

"Gage, I can tell that something is bothering you. Now, what is it?"

"Nothing," Gage insisted.

"Gage," Walker's voice had a warning tone.

"Look I don't want to talk about it, all right?"

Walker sighed and said, "Fine. But if it gets too much for you to handle let me know."

"Okay," Gage said carefully.

"All right," Walker nodded and Gage left the office.

Dallas Business District

"You're sure that Mr. Gregory is a Texas Ranger," Taylor Biggins looked at his second-hand man skeptically.

"I'm positive," Jake insisted. "I'd know that guy anywhere."

"If you're sure," Biggins said doubtfully.

"I'm sure," Jake said positively.

"In that case I think we need to plan a surprise for our little cop," Taylor reached for the phone and started dialing.

Outside Ranger Headquarters

"You okay?" Trent asked softly as Gage climbed inside the car.

"As okay as I'll ever be," Gage sighed, buckling his seatbelt.

"You tell him about your dad?" Trent started the car and looked to make sure no one was coming.

"No but I think he got the story more by what I didn't say than what I did say."

Trent frowned and slowly drove toward Gage's apartment. "You know, my dad was the only person who could ever understand you."

"Your dad was one of the few people I trusted," Gage said and the two men smiled at each other. The Malloy's had taken in Gage when he was a kid and that had been…interesting to say the least.

Suddenly Gage's cell phone rang and he answered it. "Hello?"

"Mr. Gregory, its Taylor Biggins," the smooth voice on the other end of the line reminded Gage of the voice of a murderer he had known.

"Hello, Mr. Biggins," Trent glanced at Gage in surprise.

"I was wondering if you would mind meeting me at a club."

"Not at all. What time?"

"Six and I would prefer this to be a private meeting so don't bring Mr. Maddox with you, all right?"

"Where do you want me to meet you?" Gage listened in silence as Biggins recited an address and he wrote it down on a pad of paper Trent had sitting on the dashboard. Gage then hung up the phone and tore off the top piece of paper.

"What did he want?" Trent asked as he stopped the car in front of Gage's apartment building.

"He wants to meet me at a club. It's a private meeting so you can't come with me. Let me out and I'll drive myself."

"Are you sure?" Trent asked hesitantly. Gage had a rather nasty habit of getting into trouble and the hospital. In that order.

"I'm sure," Gage got out of the car and turned to face Trent. "I'll be fine, Malloy. Tell you what; if I don't call you in two hours then you can assume something bad has happened to me, okay?"

"Okay," Trent said reluctantly and watched as Gage got into his own vehicle. "I've got a bad feeling about this." He was silent for a few seconds as his words sank into his brain, then he groaned and said, "Great. Now I'm turning into Walker! I suppose it could be worse though."

Deserted Area

"Hello, Mr. Biggins?" Gage called as he entered the deserted building. Carefully, he checked the entire building while calling out Biggins' name. After getting no response he shrugged and exited the darkened place. Slowly, he walked down the alleyway when a large figure appeared in front of him.

"Hello, Ranger Gage," Biggins said snidely.

"I'm Frank Gregory, not a Texas Ranger," Gage protested.

"How did you know I meant a Texas Ranger? For all you know I could have been referring to the Indiana Rangers."

Gage winced. How could he have been so dumb? There was no use answering that question. He had always been dumb.

"Since we're in Texas I just assumed you meant the Texas Rangers," Gage decided to try and talk his way out of the situation.

"Liar," Biggins snarled as he moved closer to Gage, backing the smaller man into the corner.

Ranger headquarters

"Trent, I thought you and Gage already left," Walker said in surprise as Trent entered the office with a worried look on his face.

"Biggins called, he wanted Gage to meet him privately. Walker, I'm worried."

"Did Gage tell you where he was going to meet Biggins?"

"No," Trent said regretfully. "The only he said was that it was a club and if he didn't get in touch in two hours for me to come looking for him."

"I guess the only thing we can do is wait," Walker said with a sigh, doing his best to ignore the feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Deserted Building

"Look, Mr. Biggins, I'm more than willing to discuss business with you but in the morning. It's getting kind of late and I just want to go home and sleep," Gage tried to leave but the big man blocked his way.

"You can sleep all you want…but not at your house," before Gage could react Biggins' beefy fist connected with Gage's jaw.

Gage fell backward, hitting his head against the hard concrete. Stars danced in front of his eyes and he felt nauseous. Biggins leaned down and pulled him to his feet. Gage stumbled forward as he felt a large hand in the middle of his back. Biggins shoved Gage and the Ranger landed on his stomach, staring at the concrete. Biggins sat on top of Gage and quickly and efficiently tied his hands behind his back before shoving a cloth into Gage's mouth. It smelled like fish and beer and only made Gage sicker.

Biggins jerked him to his feet and pulled him down the alley and shoved him into his own car.

"Where are your keys?" Biggins asked then realized that Gage couldn't answer him. He sighed and stuck his hand in the pockets of Gage's jeans, trying to find the keys so he could drive Gage's car. Gage squirmed as he felt the man's fingers move down his thigh and tried to move away. It reminded him to much of how his dad used to do that.

Biggins slapped Gage on the side of the head and the young man stopped moving as more fireworks exploded. Biggins finally found what he was looking for and climbed in the driver's seat.

"Time to go home," Biggins looked at Gage with a leer and started up the car.

Gage leaned his head back against the seat and hoped that Trent wouldn't listen to him and come looking for him now.

A/N: I must have at least 3 (three) reviews before I will post chapter 2. So, if you want to find out what happens: review!