Between Fate and Fear.

Part one: This was a story request from another author I got a few months ago, so I hope it's enjoyable.

Not something I would usually write, but I hope you enjoy my take on it!

When Elizabeth Keen is taken hostage after her wedding, she must pull together all of her strength and her training to pull through for her unborn child.

Reviews are loved and appreciated. Any mistakes are my own, enjoy!

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Elizabeth Keen couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. From her training as both a profiler and an investigator the fact that she couldn't move her hands apart was not a good sign. She waited a moment, trying to regain full control of her body before opening her eyes. The feeling of her hands bound, her feet in a huge amount of pain and the dull kicking inside of her abdomen told her that something was indeed wrong.

Daring to open her eyes, she was met with darkness. She hoped for a moment it was just her eyes trying to adjust to the place she was in but moments passed and she was still staring at darkness. After another few agonisingly long moments she was able to try and move, thankful for the energy she had saved getting to wherever she was.

Managing to pull herself to a sitting position, she could focus more of her surrounding, she was still in darkness and she knew she couldn't use her hands to feel for something, so she was relying solely on sound and a hope that at some point any form of light would illuminate the room so she could at least know where she was.

Her thought process was interrupted multiple times by the child moving in her stomach. The only reminder that she was still alive, but also a reminder that her hands were bound. She didn't think touching her baby every time it kicked would become such a big part of her life, but over the last few months, it had become somewhat normal for Liz.

Letting her head roll back a little, it made contact with something, a wall, she hoped. She was in a room, which was nearly obvious. She was alive and in a room, whether it had windows or not remained to be seen, but Liz was hopeful, if only for the life inside of her.

"Think it through, Keen." She muttered to herself. She needed to do all she could to remember, she needed to know how she got here and who she was here with, if she knew that she could find a way out, she could fight, she could do something that would give her and her child a shot at seeing each other.

Elizabeth began to think back, taking deep breaths every so often to remind herself she was okay despite being bound in an unfamiliar place.

She remembered her wedding, and as she shifted her position slightly she assumed she was still wearing the white tea length dress she'd chosen to get married in. Her shoes had been taken off, but she was still wearing the sheer tights she'd put on, she could feel them stuck to her skin.

Tom. Cooper. Ressler, Samar, and Aram. They were all there, they were all smiling. She was happy, she was getting married, re-married, but either way, it was supposed to be a carefree day. After another deep breath, Elizabeth willed herself to dig deeper, to remember more.

Reddington. Red was there. Gunshots. Dembe. Tom. The car and the church.

Solomon.

He wanted her. Solomon was there, he was armed and he wanted her. He took her. He must have. The more that Liz remembered the more certain she became that it was Solomon who'd taken her, and was now holding her hostage.

"We're going to get out of here, baby. I promise you, we'll get out of here." Liz whispered to her unborn child, before her head began to feel heavy like it did when she first work up in the room, she could feel her eyes dropping closed, and she didn't fight to keep them open.


The second time she opened her eyes, it was because something had woken her. She wasn't sure if it was a sound or a feeling but she was awake. As she opened her eyes she began to see the room clearly, there was light coming from somewhere.

As she willed herself to open her eyes more she pulled her head forward from it being leant against the wall, turning it slightly to see her surroundings. The room she was in had no windows, but across from her, there was a door. She couldn't tell if the light was natural or not, so she assumed she was in a basement.

After a few more minutes of looking around and forcing herself to become more alert, she tried to pull her hands apart.

Still bound. But, at least she wasn't gagged, which she took as a good sign, it meant whoever had her wanted to her to talk, or at least, still be breathing. The fact she was still breathing meant the life inside of her was still breaking too. Despite the circumstances, Liz couldn't help but smile every time she felt her child move, she couldn't place her hands there, but she could still feel it.

Liz knew had she not have been pregnant she would have tried to move, but with the extra weight and the fear of them both getting hurt she knew trying to move and potentially fight was not a possibility.

The thought of talking crossed her mind. If she was in a basement, she was sure whoever took her would be listening waiting for her to wake up. The door across from her was slightly ajar, so she knew shouting had to attract some kind of attention, but her training also told her to stay quiet. She had seen many cases in which women and men fought back, tried to escape, and talk their captor down, but it only led them to a more than likely painful death.

"Well, well, well, look who's finally awake." Liz forced her eyes to focus on the voice, the only place the voice could have been coming from, or at least she hoped. The thought of someone watching her sleep, made her feel uneasy.

Liz's mind couldn't give her any words to speak. She had an uneasy feeling, it could have been several things, but at this point, she would have openly admitted that she was scared and in pain, although, she wasn't sure if the pain came from being heavily pregnant, or from being shoved into a room and tied up. It was probably a mixture of both.

"Agent Keen," She knew that voice, and seemingly he knew that she would recognise him, but just after he spoke the room got lighter as the door opened and the flick of a switch brought on the lights overhead.

She wanted to believe that it was a good thing that she knew he captor, that she knew what he wanted, but she also knew that was a bad thing because what he wanted, she couldn't give to him.

"Solomon."


Reviews are everything! Thank you for reading chapter one, I hope you stick around for chapter two. Bethany.