Hey everyone! This chapter is kind of boring, it's basically a space filler until I can finish the other one, but it does contain some stuff that'll become vital to the story later. Anyway, chapter 2. Enjoy!
His eyes opened slowly and painfully. Everything was blurry and the room felt like it was shaking. He couldn't move his legs, fingers, toes, hands, he couldn't even move his head. The only thing that he was fully aware of was the piercing sharp pain that was dancing around his abdomen. He didn't even have enough energy to groan at the pain. Soon he became aware of the cold wet surface his body was strewn on and the taste of blood in his mouth. Then everything came flooding back. All that had happened the night before. From Friday night to now, whenever 'now' was...
*FLASHBACK (FRIDAY NIGHT)*:
It was pouring rain outside and Deeks didn't have any intention of caring. It had been a rough day and what he needed was a good night's sleep, or maybe a long weekend's sleep. Anyhow he was going to sleep now.
He was almost in a very deep slumber when a very annoying beeping sound blared next to his ear. Groaning he picked up the phone and without checking the caller ID, he answered it. "Look, whoever it is-" he began just before he was cut off.
"I need you to come in Deeks." Came the commanding voice of Lieutenant Bates on the other line.
"Bates?" He asked in disbelief as he sat upright on the bed.
"Yeah, now get your ass to the station, debrief starts in an hour." The man said just before hanging up.
"Unbelievable," Deeks muttered to himself as he dragged his physically and mentally drained body out of the bed. Getting dressed and grabbing an umbrella, Deeks made his way out to his car.
"This better be good Lieutenant." Deeks yawned as he walked into the LAPD station.
"Kid, I tried to talk em' out of it, but they wouldn't listen." Bates said with a sympathetic look. The Bates standing before Deeks seemed different from the one he had spoken to on the phone earlier. "What's going on?" Deeks asked worried.
"Detective," came the voice of a female. Deeks turned his gaze to look at her and on sight he realized she was a strong and powerful woman. She was wearing a yellow blouse under a mint green blazer with black skinny jeans. She had the most beautiful shade of red hair Deeks had ever seen and she looked to be somewhere in her mid 30s.
"Yes?" He responded walking towards her.
"My name is Jessica Rye, I am the coordinator of a very classified operation taking place in the FBI."
"What does that have to do with me?" He asked with a hint of sarcasm.
"For the past three months we've been chasing a man by the name of Cedro Rung. We have reason to believe he's been selling illegal weapons overseas. He's also wanted for multiple murders, the people he killed varied from age 14 to 72. Many of them being former employees of his." Jessica cleared her throat.
"Why exactly am I here?" He asked tiredly.
"Well Detective, you've developed quite a reputation for yourself. You've worked with all the top dogs, DA's office, DEA, NCIS, CIA. Why not add FBI to the list?" She smiled brightly.
"Because I'm tired and I'm not going on another undercover assignment." He yawned again before turning to leave.
"Detective," Jessica called out before he could open the door. "I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice. Both you and your lieutenant have been out-ranked."
"Great," he said with much more sarcasm than last time. "Why do I have to do this anyway? Why does the FBI want an LAPD detective to work on a case involving a suspect they've been chasing for months?"
"Because you're the best chance we've got at catching this guy. Three agents have already been sent in, one was found dead, the other two had to be pulled out because their covers were compromised. I don't know why you're wasting your talent at the LAPD, but I need your help to get this guy off the streets before he hurts someone else." She pleaded.
Deeks really didn't want to do this, but he didn't have much of a choice on the matter. The least he could do was agree so he didn't feel like he was being forced into it. "Fine, when do I have to go under?"
"Well, you have enough time to pack a few things and then we're outta here." She answered.
Deeks groaned in annoyance and disappointment. It didn't seem like he was going to get to sleep all weekend like he had planned. In fact, it didn't seem like he would be sleeping at all for quite a while.
*END OF FLASHBACK*:
Deeks began to look around trying to get a picture of where he was. The room was empty except for a metal cabinet in the front right corner and a row of garbage bins next to them. The walls were completely white, as was the tile floor. There was a glass window the size of a door on the left side wall, looking out it seemed to lead into the woods somewhere. There was also a big brown wooden door in the middle of the front wall.
Deeks watched as the door slammed open and in came three men. Two of them were big buff men, Deeks presumed them to be bodyguards of some sort. The other one wasn't overly muscular but still looked very dangerous and scary. "Ahh, Mr. Cole, I see you are awake." The man said.
Deeks felt slightly confused. He knew he recognized this man, but he wasn't sure who it was. "Wh-who a-are y-you-you?" He managed to get out.
The man smirked and then stooped down next to him. "My name is Cedro Rung, and you are going to die here." Cedro said smiling happily. "You betrayed me Jeremy, and you will pay for it." Cedro said punching him firmly in his already bruised jaw.
The three walked out of the room after one of the bodyguards threw a water bottle at him. Deeks still didn't remember much of what happened, but he remembered enough to know that if he wanted to stay alive, he had to get out of this place.
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