Here's a story that I've been thinking about for a while…
Summary: It's his job; it's what he does. But everything's different when it's Emily that's the hostage.
Another story to join my long line of stories I am in the midst of writing... Jeez, i really need to stop starting new stories... lol
Enjoy (:
Emily opened her eyes and reached across Matt to turn off the alarm clock that was blaring. She shook him gently when he didn't rise, "Get up."
"I'm up," he mumbled, still not opening his eyes.
"No you're not. Go take a shower," she sleepily pushed him to the edge of his bed.
He finally opened his eyes, just as she was about to push him onto the floor, "I'm up. I'm going."
"Good," Emily smiled as he got out of bed. "I'm going to make the coffee."
"What? You're not going to join me?" he suggested.
"Hmm, not today. We'll be late," was her answer as he frowned at her and walked into the bathroom.
Giggling, she rolled onto her back as she heard a phone ring. Not really thinking, she reached over and grabbed it.
"Hello?" she greeted, trying to stifle a yawn.
"Hello, I am looking for Matt. Who's this?" a female voice asked.
"Emily," she answered, slightly confused until she pulled the cell phone away from her ear and let out a little laugh when she noticed it was, indeed, Matt's. "Who's this?"
She got no reply and the other side of the line went dead. She looked at the phone, shrugged, and then closed it, laying it back onto the bed side table.
She then got up and went into the kitchen to find some coffee. After about five minutes of searching, Matt came into the kitchen and she turned to give him a questioning look, "How do you run out of coffee?"
"I knew I needed to go grocery shopping," he answered as he looked at the growing list Emily put on the front of his fridge. "Guess I'll just to get some at the office."
"Ugh, office coffee, I think I'll stop at Starbucks," she answered.
"Oh are you going to get there?" he teased.
"Fine, let me shower and then we'll go. I'll drop you off and swing around to grab some coffee," she rolled her eyes
After she was showered, they left for the office. She dropped him off and then headed out to get her coffee.
"Carrera," Cheryl picked up her ringing phone.
"Cheryl," Emily's low voice came through the phone.
"Emily? Are you alright?" Cheryl asked, concerned about her agent.
"No… Yes… I don't know."
Matt was sitting at his desk finishing up some paperwork from his and Emily's latest negotiation. He was also starting to wonder where his partner had gotten off to. She should be back from getting coffee by now. L.A. traffic couldn't be THAT bad.
He looked up and saw Cheryl heading towards his desk. He put his hands up and said, "I'm doing it."
"That's not what I came to you about," she answered. "We have a situation."
"Okay, but I'm not sure were Emily is. I haven't seen her since she left for coffee earlier," he replied while standing up and cleaning up some of his mess, listening for what Cheryl was going to tell him.
"Matt, she is the situation," She informed him and Matt dropped the stack of papers he had in his hand and looked up at her.
"How? Who? Why?" he threw out random questions, not really being able to form full sentences.
"She said she was at a house and she's not sure why. The who," Cheryl stopped for a second, "The HT is Anya Reed."
Matt stopped and looked at Cheryl. He closed his eyes and re-opened them, intent on staying professional. This was his job; this was what he was good at. Another deep breathe, "Okay, do you think Lia can get us a location?"
Cheryl smiled, "She's already doing it. Matt, normally, I wouldn't let you do this. But, considering who the HT is and the fact that Emily asked for you, I am allowing it. Now, please don't make me regret it."
Matt nodded, "How did Emily get to her phone? And, I thought Anya lived in an apartment."
"She said something about Anya having to leave for a few seconds. But, I'm sure what house they would be on," Cheryl said as they walked up to Lia.
"Got a location?" Matt asked.
"Sorry Matt, but not yet," she answered.
Matt sighed, "What did they decide on the Anya's case."
"They ruled it as a PTS and assigned her to a psychologist. It was mandatory that she see him three times a week. They ruling was two weeks ago," Lia read off her computer.
"So, they took it easy on her and she's takes another person hostage," Cheryl shook her head.
"I got it!" Lia suddenly exclaimed.
"Okay, let's get HRT and get out there," Cheryl demanded as she walked out with Matt right behind her.
"I'll be your secondary," she informed him as they were walking out of the building.
"Okay," he agreed.
Once there, they meet up with Frank and the rest of Hostage Rescue.
"Anya Reed again, I hear," Frank commented as he walked up to Matt. "Who does she have this time?"
"Emily," Matt answered simply and walked into base, leaving behind a stunned Frank.
"Anya," Emily tried to talk to her.
"Shut up!" Anya once again yelled. "Just shut your mouth. You won't be talking me out of anything this time."
"Just tell me why," Emily tried, not ready to give up.
"Because, it's all your fault. I knew it. I knew it. But, I tried anyways. I could have had him. But, no. You stood in the way. Then I called him up and YOU answered his phone," she spat at Emily.
It took a couple seconds, but as Anya said the last part, it clicked. This was because of Matt. No, not because of Matt. It was over Matt. It's like what high school girls do to each other except they don't usually point guns at each other's heads.
"So, this is about Matt?" Emily tried to venture on.
"Shut up!" Anya suddenly yelled as she went to a window a looked out. She turned back at Emily, anger in her eyes, "You called them."
Emily eyes widened, 'Please hurry, Matt.'
Then Emily's phone rang.
TBC… Review if you want more… Won't be back until Saturday buut yeah, tell me please.
