Title: Scorpion
Rating: PG13 for violence, torture, drug-use... etc.
Characters: Colby, Don, David, and Charlie... but mostly Colby ^_^
Summary: A new case becomes more dangerous,more deadly and more personal than any the team had experienced. With Colby kidnapped, David injured and Charlie near death, Don and team must overcome all obstacles and face their new nemesis,a man they call Scorpion.
Scorpion
Chapter 1
Taken
Colby cursed, his breath hitching, as he was dragged painfully to his feet. His injuries screamed in protest but he willed the pain to recede. He should fight; he cannot surrender without a fight! And with that thought in mind, he made a move.
Feigning surrender for a moment, he took advantage of the men relaxing their grips, and stroke. His knee connected with soft flesh and he was rewarded with a satisfying gasp of pain followed by a moment of partial freedom.
Colby turned, his right hand rolling into a fist, aiming to deliver another hit, but this time his fist connected with air as the other man, in flash-like speed, grabbed hold of his neck. Colby gasped, both hands clawing desperately at the arm that was squeezing his air-supply. Not minding Colby's struggles, the man, who was at least twice Colby's size, continued to squeeze further.
"That's enough! We don't want him dead!" A voice chided sternly.
The grip on his neck relaxed on cue, and Colby took that opportunity to greedily gulp as much air as he could.
Another man came into his line of vision and grabbed hold of his left arm, forcing it open. Another with an empty syringe in hand was skillfully filling it with a mysterious liquid. Colby tensed as the syringe caught his eye, bringing with it unwanted memories.
"Shhh, relax," the man with a firm hold on his neck whispered in his ear.
Colby breathed, and as the syringe was brought closer, he began to struggle. The grip on his neck tightened and the man holding his arm dug painfully into his flush spreading his arm further and readying it for the injection.
"LET HIM GO!"
Thank God! A wave of instant relief washed over him upon hearing his partner's voice. David was alive; Colby let that fact sink in as he allowed his body to relax.
"Hey," David, gun in hand and bleeding from a wide gash on his forehead, warned fiercely, "Let him go or you die!"
"You're a lucky man," the man Colby identified as the order-maker spoke in a calm voice, "you're still alive."
"Sorry to disappoint!" David threw back, his eyes skillfully scanning the scene and finally resting on his partner. Their eyes met and both read the unspoken message in the other's eyes: This wasn't good!
David swallowed. Five guns were already aimed at him.
Realization of what might just take place sank in. Colby was scared, more for his partner's life than his own.
"Listen," the blond FBI agent reasoned hoarsely, "Whatever this is, I'm sure he has nothing to do with it," he spoke to the front man.
"You're right, this isn't about him," the man turned to him then, and their eyes locked for the first time."
With a swift motion and with his eyes still on Colby, he fired.
Colby's eyes widened in horror as he watched David fall. God, No!
For a frightening second, David lay on the ground, unmoving.
"David," Colby screamed, praying for a response. At first he got none, but then he tried again, more forcefully, "DAVID!"
A groan then a moan, but they sounded like music to Colby's ears.
"This has taken long enough!" The boss turned, and snatching the syringe from the other guy, he approached Colby.
David had managed to roll on his side, sharp pain spreading slowly through his body beginning with his side. The man was right, he was lucky. This is the third time he cheated death this day. David forced his thoughts back to the present. Colby was in trouble.
His gun was lying a few feet to his right but there was no way he'd be able to reach it without anyone noticing.
A strangled voice snapped his attention back to the men holding his partner. He watched as Colby was held down and injected with God knows what.
Colby felt the needle pierce a vein in his left arm, and it seemed forever before the needle was withdrawn. The moment it did, the tinge started. A warm sensation followed, enveloping Colby's senses with a thick fog. He staggered into the arms of the men holding him. His eyes now heavy and alarmingly unfocussed struggled to stay open for a moment before they lost the battle. Hands held him down, and he felt himself being carried just as his senses faded into darkness.
David chose that moment to reach for his gun, but the second he did, a shot rang out, freezing him in place.
"Don't be stupid," the man warned as he carelessly threw the now empty syringe to the ground, "I kept you alive on purpose. I can easily change my mind."
"Why are you doing this? What do you want from him?" David demanded through his teeth, pain was getting rapidly out of control and he was slowly losing the battle to keep it in check.
"You're in no place to ask questions," the man told him matter-of-factly, "Tell your boss, we'll keep in touch."
From his position on the ground, David watched them leave with his partner, helplessness and rage eating at him and a single thought running madly through his head: he had failed his partner.
TBC
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