This for Darci The Thespian – you asked for a Modern AU e/R fic, even though this sorta thing probably wasn't what you were thinking of … hope you like
This story is inspired by an idea I came up with when reading Identity by DanielleHackedThisShitt! Read it, it is pretty good! Plus an idea from Let's Play A Game by starr101, amazing White Collar fanfiction but that comes later
Just as an extra note: Agent R is Grantaire, Agent E is Enjolras
Secrets or Blood
Chapter 1
Agent R slowly woke up. He blinked away the last remnants of sleep but he could tell that he wasn't in his bed at home, like he should be. Pain roared in his shoulder if he even moved a hairsbreadth; his head pounded like a hundred bass drums. He blinked again but no sight returned; he was blindfolded securely. He could tell a massive hook was piercing through his shoulder, hanging him from the ceiling so his feet were nowhere near the floor. His mouth was securely gagged with a ball of something weighing heavily in his mouth and a secure strip of duct tape strapped over his mouth sealing it. Desperately Grantaire tried to remember when had happened before; he must have been on a mission. That was the only plausible explanation. Suddenly it all came flooding back in a torrent of memories.
"Agent R and Agent E, retrieve the file then get out!" their boss shouted down the coms.
"Over," Agent E replied quietly and nodded to Agent R. They prowled the corridors looking for the highlighted room on their displays. They were the best in the business and remained undetected as the moved methodically through the corridors.
"I think it's down here," R muttered and set off his own way.
"R, it's down here," E argued but the other agent had already disappeared round the corner. R couldn't see the door but this had to be where it was; there was no doubt. He was about to call through his coms to E when gunshots echoed in the metal walls. R rolled to the ground and was about to dart for cover when he was stopped in his tracks. Two large men grabbed him from behind and despite his frantic struggles; they had him pinned to the wall within seconds. R saw E's head bob up from behind a block. "Get out of here now," R murmured into his coms.
"I will never leave you," E grumbled back.
"Get help E!" he shouted as his mask was pulled off. His headset was crushed on the floor before he could hear the reply. Thankfully E ran out and no bullets hit his retreating figure.
R was thoroughly frisked and his weapons and coms were all shoved in a bag and left on the floor with his mask. He was stripped until he was only wearing his boxers. He heard his capturers murmuring that tracking devices could be embedded anywhere in his clothes; they were being exceedingly thorough and none of R's frantic strikes, wavered them at all. They even knocked his camera contact lenses out; he hoped they did not know about the tracking chip implanted in his arm. They knew about the tracking chip in his arm and set to extracting it from his muscle. The pain was excruciating but his training stopped him from crying out at the piercing pain. He was on the verge of unconsciousness as they used zip ties to ties his arms together behind his back and to strap his feet together. The plastic bit into his wrists and ankles but the men were still not taking any unnecessary risks. They duct tapes tightly round the tip ties so there was no getting them off at all. They then proceeded with surprising efficiency to strap his arms to his sides and his legs together in two places. He knew these men must have been warned about his unparalleled ability to escape from bonds and prepared for him accordingly.
A bundle of weighted cloth was pressed into his mouth and before he could spit it out again two strips of duct tape sealed his mouth shut. R proceeded with his struggles with a renewed vigour but he could not find any way out of this perilous situation. He knew what must be coming next but could not break free as they tied a leather strip over his brown eyes and duct taped it so there was no seeing out. He felt vulnerable, an attack could come from anywhere and he was completely immobile and blind. R hated being vulnerable. One of the men, he had no way of telling which, lifted him onto his shoulder. These men were like rocks, no matter how much he kicked or head-butted them, they never moved at all. He just prayed that E had got away as he was thrown into the boot of a car. He felt a needle prick the side of his neck and the sedative hit.