Hi, again! Sorry for the wait. I just thought I would finish this chapter off and publish it since I can't sleep.
I hope you enjoy! :)
Charity groaned as she came back to consciousness, "You didn't have to knock me out." She whispered.
She slowly sat up, eyes adjusting to the bright light of a very lavish hotel room. The furniture was a mixture of rose wood and creams. The skyscraper had a almost 270 degree view of the city.
Charity had been disposed on the soft down duvet of the bed and redressed. She was now wearing, she recognised, as the jeans and black singlet she has in the boot of her car.
Her bare feet dangled off the bed as she slowly jumped down, she scoped out the place silently, surprisingly the veranda doors were unlocked. They seemed to trust her enough to not throw herself off them.
She wandered back inside, there was no sharp instruments of any kind, nothing that could be used as a weapon. The chairs were to thick and to heavy for her to use as a weapon; but if she could possibly use the chairs, or perhaps the bedside table to smash the veranda window. A shard of glass would suffice.
There were camera in very corner, even the fruit bowl, "Typical." She muttered sourly.
She slowly approached the front door, she grasped the handle and slowly turned it. She looked out the crack to find two men standing outside. Two very large, obviously very highly trained men.
She returned to the bed, rubbing her arms, the coolness from being so high up sinking through her skin like a needle.
"My apologies for having to knock you out, Princess Charité." Eric strutted into the room, buttoning up his suit jacket.
"I don't believe for a second you feel guilty about it." Charity replied, crossing her arms and standing, "There was no need, I know where I am."
"It made my guard happy." Eric waved his hand nonchalantly.
"What am I here for? I want to get home as quickly as possible, with Aiden."
"Your loyalty is astounding. After all, you don't even know the boy." Eric replied.
"I don't need to know him to know that I need to protect him from you." Charity said, "Now what job do you want done?"
Eric chuckled, "Straight to the point I like it," he smiled, "I need you to transport something."
"Transportation is not in my expertise." Charity crossed her arms, "You have the wrong person."
"Well, I didn't say we were transporting it willingly." Eric said mildly, "The owner will not give me this object, so I must procure it."
"Still not my problem."
"I need you to construct the perfect murder." He said, "You have a lot of experience with this field, don't you, Miss Renard, or may I call you Charity?"
"Let's stick with Renard." Charity nodded degradingly, "Murder, I can do. Under one condition."
"I willing to hear it."
"I will be no part of the murder, I want my slate as clean as possible when I walk out of here, with Aiden."
"I have my own condition to this . . . deal."
"Yes?"
"My men fail to follow your instructions and complete the murder, you take their place. They fail, you step in and complete it."
Charity stared at him, "You better have your best men on this."
"This object is too precious not too, why do you think I had to capture you."
"Do we have a deal?"
Eric held out his hand, and Charity took it cautiously, "Deal."
"Deal."
"Oh, and one more thing, Eric."
Nick and Sean walked into the precinct. Wu was standing there with a young man.
"Mr Dane, this is Captain-" Wu started but was interrupted by Renard.
"What did you see?"
Alex was full of nervous energy, "I'd just come of the Charity Art Studio on fifth, I took my parents back to the car and I looked over to the car park, and Charity … she was standing by her car. A man was there, she looked really tense and angry-"
"Can you give us a description?"
"I can, but-but she said a name, it, er, it was like Eric, or something."
Nick and Sean went stiff, "Eric?"
"Yeah, um, so you know him? I mean did she talk about him? I know she volunteers here."
"Accent?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, um, sorta German, but English as well, I combination, but, ah, European."
Nick walked over to his computer and started clicking, "This man?"
Alex stared at the profile, Eric Renard, "Ah, yeah, it is actually. Are they related?"
"Sort of." Nick replied.
Charity was lead down through the hotel, a guard on each arm. Eric was strutting in front of them.
He turned quickly and elegantly to a door and swiped through a key card.
Charity was lead into an observation room, looking over a cell, there was a bed and a boy.
Aiden was huddled up in the corner at the top of his bed, shivering.
"Let me talk to him." Charity demanded.
Eric nodded to his guards and she was shoved through the door into the cell.
Aiden looked up in fear and scuttled further away from her.
Charity held up her hands, "It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you."
"That's exactly what someone that is going to would say." His voice is high and squeaky, nervous.
"I'm a prisoner too." Charity knelt beside his bed, "My name is Charity."
He watched her for a second, "Aiden." He whispered.
"I know." Charity replied sadly, "I knew your mum."
"What am I in here for, I don't … I don't understand-" he hiccuped.
"You don't have to worry about why your here, you just need to know that I will, I will, get you out."
"Why are you helping me?" He asked.
"Why wouldn't I?" Charity glanced down at her hands, "I know what it's like, to- to be young and taken, taken away from your family. It happened to me, once when I was 7 and again when I was 12. I also grew up in a compound from the ages of 3 to 5. It's … terrifying."
"I don't trust you."
"You don't have to, you just need to do as I say." Charity replied, "And right now I want you to behave, don't do anything to aggravate them. I'll get you out."
I just love Charity and Aiden, they're so cute together!
I'm a little behind in Grimm, I only just saw where Sean held the baby and it made me swoon because it was so freaking adorable, it also really makes me want to give Sean and Nick a baby. I'm considering doing it in later chapters, review or PM if you want to see this because I would love to write it!
Review! Thanks for reading :)