A/N: I have zero confidence in my writing abilities and it is taking every ounce of strength in me not to delete the first chapter. But I am forcing myself to leave it up. That and because after chapter one, this story has already been "favorited" three times :)!
I am writing from my heart here, the story is not going to win any awards, but I write what I feel, and honestly today as I write this, I feel so depressed about what happened. In no way do I feel sorry for myself, just the fact that slavery still exists.
I am sure if you pay close attention, you can see the hell that is trafficking. I will do my best to be descriptive as I can without crossing that line.
Thank you all for your reviews:
The man chewed nervously on his fingernails as he sat in the passenger seat of the red pickup truck a gun sat in his other hand, ready to use if necessary; he just hoped it wouldn't come to that. He didn't want to hurt anyone, yet alone kill an FBI agent.
He honestly wasn't sure how he had found himself in this position, an accomplice to the kidnapping of a federal agent. Kidnapping and so much more; all because he wanted a high. He had agreed to grab the girl in exchange for the white gold; and he had gotten what he had been promised. The price though was so much higher, six months ago, he had destroyed the life of a perfectly innocent person, and tonight he would make it right.
He took a deep breath, and placed the gun in his glove box before swallowing, and heading directly for the Anchorage FBI field office. He had passed the building numerous times in his thirty something years, and never once had it seemed as intimidating as it did now. He almost turned around when he saw the symbol on the building's entrance identifying it as one of the most powerful, respected agencies in the country, if not the world.
He also knew that once he walked in those doors, he would not be walking out again. He had said goodbye to his family, promising his seventeen year old son that this would be done. It was his seventeen year old son, Sean, who had given him the ultimatum. Sean, had been caught in the middle when the young man had discovered the blonde woman locked in his father's basement.
Either his father went to the FBI, or Sean did. To save his son, to do what he knew was right, he had agreed and told his son to leave the house. That Sean did not need to be anywhere near what was about to happen. Sean and agreed to leave, if his father agreed to keep his promise.
So, at 1:23 that very afternoon, he stood outside the building and pulled out his phone. A text message "I'm here, love you. Dad." was sent, and with a final look at the previous conversations, he turned the thing off and walked into the building.
Annie Scott rubbed her eyes in pure exhaustion. She needed to get home before she fell asleep on her desk. Come to think of it, it might be better just to sleep for a bit at her desk before getting on the icy roads. She debated it for a half a second before coming to her senses and almost laughing at the thought of it.
She desperately needed a good night's sleep, her case wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Her main suspect was dead, so there would be no more danger to new victims; now she just had to track down his previous victims, if any were still alive. And that could wait.
She gathered her belongings and flipped off the switch to her office, making sure she had her keys before heading towards the elevator. "Leaving already, Agent Scott?" She heard the receptionist ask.
"Already? Yes, goodnight!" Normally, Annie was known as the "social worker" of the group. Always ready to help, friendly, happy, willing to joke and have fun, but knew how and when to get serious. "I'll see you tomorrow, Martha." She waved a hand to the older woman but stopped when she saw Martha look her direction, her phone resting against her ear.
"Annie." She hung up the phone. "A man just walked in downstairs, he claims to know the whereabouts of Agent Jareau." Martha looked up at Annie. "He brought her badge to prove it."
And just like that Annie knew she would not be going home tonight; instead she might have a chance to bring home a missing FBI agent. And suddenly her exhaustion didn't matter anymore, she had a job to do.
