Okay, because I love torturing poor Bobby and Alex, here's my newest story!

This chapter is dedicated to Bluecougar and Infinity Star, who are prolly the best at torturing the dynamic duo. Ya'll rock!

Disclaimer: They ain't mine. I'm just borrowin' 'em for a bit...

Bobby and Alex walked into the squadroom, exhausted after a twenty four hour stakeout.

"Are we going back to your place or mine?" Alex asked, brushing her hand against his.

"Why don't we go back to mine, we'll order in, watch a movie." He looked around the room, then added quietly, "Maybe we'll go to bed early."

"Ooh," Alex moaned. "Don't torture me. Just let me my stuff, you go talk to Deakins, and we're gone."

Bobby nodded and walked into the captain's office while Alex began gathering things from her desk. Suddenly she felt a breath on her neck, and she smiled and said, "You ready to go yet?"

She started to turn around, but a blinding pain in her head plunged her into darkness.

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Bobby and Deakins were talking when Bobby heard the dull thud, and he opened the door of the office in time to see a large man dragging Alex into an interrogation room.

"Alex!" he shouted, drawing his gun.

The other man shoved Alex into the room, then produced his own gun and aimed it at Bobby.

"Try to pull anything, Detective Goren, and she's dead," the man threatened, disappearing into the room and slamming the door shut behind himself.

"What the hell?" Deakins demanded, appearing at Bobby's side.

"He took Alex. The bastard took my partner!" Bobby shouted, and Deakins felt his stomach churn.

"She can take care of herself, Bobby. You know your partner. She's tough," Deakins said, but he wasn't sure of whom he was attempting to reassure.

Bobby stared at the interrogation room mirror, where, on the inside, Alex's captor paced anxiously. He knew she couldn't see or hear him, but he pressed his palm against the glass and whispered, "I'm here, Alex. I'm gonna find a way to get you out. Somehow."

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A splitting headache brought Alex back into consciousness, and she bit her lip as the memories flooded back.

"Finally, you're awake. How are you feeling, Detective Eames?" the man perched on the table with a gun in his hand asked cordially.

"Like I was hit in the back of the head with a gun," she snapped.

"Such a little spitfire. No wonder your partner is so crazy about you."

Alex rose unsteadily to her feet, and the man smiled and said, "Don't worry, Detective. I don't plan on harming a single hair on your beautiful blonde head. My employer wants your partner, not you. I'm simply here as a... mediator, if you will. She simply wants to trade you for your partner. And, by the way, Detective, you may call me Bryce."

Alex simply leaned against the wall and slid to the floor again, burying her face in her hands.

Not again. God, not again. Bobby, please help me, she thought. Please.

TBC...

A/N: (ducks rotten veggies and flaming shoes) Hey, blame addicted!! It's her fault that I got a copy of Blind Spot and decided to go psycho!! HAHAHAHA!!!