Title: Captor of My Heart

Pairing: Beca/Chloe

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Synopsis: Nineteen year old Chloe Beale is the daughter of a wealthy tycoon. She lives the perfect life that other people can only dream about. Beca Mitchell is a down on her luck musician who got caught up in the wrong crowd. When Beca is pulled into a plot to kidnap Chloe for ransom, the two womens' worlds collide and something unexpected happens.

~ Your heart decides who it likes and who it doesn't. You can't tell your heart what to do, it does it on its own when you least expects it, or even if you don't want it to… ~

Chloe glanced into the mirror, checking her makeup before she headed out her bedroom door. Her parents had requested that she attend a dinner party that one of her father's associates was hosting that night. She sighed as she made her way down the winding staircase of her family's mansion. There were some days that she longed for an average life. Her whole life, she had been groomed and trained to be the perfect daughter. At times, she felt more like a trophy or a showpiece than a daughter; something to be showcased. She didn't mean to be ungrateful for her family's good fortune. She appreciated everything that her parents had done for her. She had never been left wanting for anything, and both her mother and father had been nothing but loving and devoted to her. She would be forever grateful for the life they had given her.

Still, her life always seemed somehow… empty. Over the years she had grown weary of the never ending dinner parties and charity events. Each and every one required her to put on the perfect daughter persona, which proved to be far more exhausting than it seemed. She always felt like she was held to impossible standards by everyone. She had figured out a long time ago how impossible it was to live up to everyone's expectations. Still, she tried. That was her nature, and she wasn't likely to change anytime soon.

Her life was also very lonely. Sure, she had friends, but she was never really sure whether they were her friends for the right reasons. Many times, she was left with the feeling that they befriended her, not for the sake of just being her friend, but for what they could get out of her. She did have one friend that she knew was genuine. Aubrey Posen was the daughter of her former nanny and her best friend. They had grown up playing side by side and had become inseparable over the years. Being children, they weren't hindered by society's rules about social class and status. They saw each other as people, not dollar signs. It never mattered to either one of them that they were from different worlds. That same mentality carried over into later years as they grew up. They had stayed the best of friends, even with Aubrey moving across the country to attend college. They kept in touch as much as possible, but Aubrey's absence from Chloe's life had left a void that couldn't be filled.

As she walked to her car, she felt the strange feeling that she was being watched. She glanced around and saw nothing, brushing off the creepy feeling as silly paranoia. She unlocked her door and slid into the driver's seat and started the engine. Her father had tried to convince her to let the driver take her in the town car, but she had insisted on driving herself. She liked to feel independent. She always felt out of place riding in the back of ridiculously expensive cars. Driving allowed her a sense of freedom and independence. Those were both things that were very rare in her life. She was once again overcome with the overwhelming feeling of being watched. She shook her head and yet again dismissed the feelings, putting her car in drive and pulling out of the driveway.

Three figures stood in the shadows, watching as the taillights of Chloe's car faded into the darkness.

"You sure tonight's the night?" one of the shadowy figures asked in a low voice.

"It has to be tonight… we've waited long enough already. We already know that she's usually the first one home after special events." came the reply.

"Guys, I don't have a good feeling about this. We're not kidnappers. This is some serious shit we're getting into here." a third voice chimed in nervously.

"If we do this, we could be set for life. We're not going to hurt her. We just need to get the money and leave the country. It's simple." the second figure shot back. "Life has never handed any of us a fair deal, so we're going to have to take it for ourselves."

A resigned sigh could be heard coming from the third figure. No further argument was made on the matter. It was just a matter of waiting now…

Chloe sat through the dinner, going through the motions as usual. She responded appropriately to questions and laughed at each person's attempt at humor or wit. In truth, she was mind numbingly bored. This dinner was like all the rest she had ever been to. The same kind of people, the same pretentious and overpriced food. It all just served to bore her. She was just waiting for the moment that she could go home to some peace and quiet.

After a while, Chloe decided that she had been there an appropriate length of time to where it wouldn't be considered disrespectful to leave. She explained to her parents that she was tired and wished to go home. After thanking the host for a lovely evening, she bade her farewell, and walked outside to her car. The fresh air was exhilarating after being in the suffocating atmosphere of the party all evening. She breathed in deeply and exhaled, letting the cool air calm her. She got into the car and started it, wasting no time pulling out of the iron gates leading out of the property.

The trip home didn't take long. The redhead pulled onto the small, paved driveway leading up to the mansion. She clicked the button, opening the door to the huge garage. She slowly maneuvered her car in, failing to notice the three figures quickly ducking in behind her. She put the car in park and cut the engine off, reaching down to unbuckle her seatbelt. Gathering her things, she opened the door and exited the vehicle. She heard a noise behind her, but before she could turn around she was grabbed from behind and a rag was shoved over her nose and mouth. As she breathed in, she could smell a faintly sweet smell. Panic overtook her body as she struggled to break free. She could hear footsteps around her and the garage door being opened back up. Slowly, unconsciousness overtook her as she continued to struggle, her attempts growing weaker before by the second. Before she went completely under, she heard a deep voice.

"Grab the van. Hurry!" the voice said hurriedly.

Then, Chloe's world faded to darkness.