Disclaimer: All rights belong to their original owners. No copyright infringement intended. A/N: Hello, hello! Thank you very much to all the people who reviewed to encourage me to continue the story. So here's the second chapter. I hope you enjoy it :)

What I Did For Love: Chapter two

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C.C. starred in horror at the male figure in front of her. The figure was wearing a long black coat, black trousers and boots. "Give me your purse and all your valuables and I might let you live," he warned her through gritted teeth.

The man was tall and obvious much stronger than C.C. but she knew she had to do or at least, attempt to do, something/anything to protect herself from him. "Go to hell!" C.C. screamed, lifting up her knee and kicking him in his crotch as hard as she could.

As she expected, he let her arm and fell to the ground, holding his injured area. "You bitch!" The man cried out in pain. She tried to run away of him, but before she even moved half an inch, he reached out and roughly grabbed C.C.'s hand. This time his grip was very tight, and C.C. knew she would have bruises tomorrow. Well, if she will still be alive tomorrow.

"Get away from me." C.C. yelled, hoping that someone would hear her and come to her rescue, only to find out that it was a very bad idea. Her attacker clapped a hand over her mouth to stop her screams and slammed her back against the driver side door; a cracking sound came from the metal door. She winced as she felt a sharp pain traveling down her spine.

"Scream again you little bitch and I swear I'll break your stupid back. Understood?" he whispered, leaning close enough for his breath to brush C.C.'s skin.

C.C. nodded her head rapidly to show her understanding.

"Good girl," he said as he raised his right hand to her cheek, brushing it gently with his fingertips.

She felt her body shaking slightly, from fear or range; she wasn't sure which. Either way she couldn't let it show, so she bit her bottom lip, willing her body to stop trembling.

He stayed silent for a moment, carefully studying her face. She felt the blood run cold in her veins, wondering what he was going to do.

"Your blue eyes!" He suddenly exclaimed, brushing a blonde strand of hair away from her eyes. C.C. immediately jerked her head to the side, away from his touch.

He chuckled and then continued. "They look familiar to me, somehow. Where have I seen you before?"

Her breath hitched in her throat. "I don't know what you're talking about." She said then tried to take a step back, but she couldn't. Directly behind her was her car's door, so when she tried she felt her back making contact with the cold metal. She was trapped.

After a few moments of thought, he exclaimed, "Oh, yes, I know. I've seen you on a magazine cover. You were holding a small dog. I can't believe what a lucky bastard I am. You're C.C. Babcock, aren't you?"

C.C. shook her head forcefully. "You are making a huge mistake." She paused to swallow hard. "We…we… look exactly alike and people often mistake me for her...here, just…just take my purse and leave me alone," she said handing her purse to the man. Her voice was strained, desperate almost.

"I don't give a damn about your purse," he yelled, throwing C.C.'s purse into the ground. His hazel eyes lit up and a sick almost twisted smirk spread across his face as an idea formed into his head. "I have 'bigger plans'."

"What do you mean 'bigger plans'?" She asked forcing herself to keep her voice from shaking.

He let out a devilish laugh, a laugh that made all the hairs on C.C.'s neck stand up. "Don't worry Miss Babcock, you will learn soon."

Before C.C. could open her mouth to protest a piece of black fabric was placed over her mouth and nose. Her whole body tensed as she instantly recognized the strong smell of chloroform. She immediately held her breath in a desperate attempt to not inhale the anesthetic and fought to pull the piece of fabric away from her face, but of course, it didn't work, his hold was too strong. Soon a wave of dizziness overtook her and she fell hard on the ground with a loud thump. The last thing C.C. felt before she lost consciousness was two large hands lifting her from the ground, opening her car's door and dropping her into the back seat.

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The next morning, around 9 a.m., inside Maxwell's living room…

"Have you heard from C.C. today?" Maxwell asked Niles, holding his cell phone on his hand. "She is half an hour late and she is never ever late to work without calling."

"No, I haven't. Have you tried calling her cell phone, Sir?" Niles asked.

"I called her three times, but every time went straight to her voicemail. I'm starting to get really worried." Maxwell said placing his phone down on the coffee table.

"Oh, don't worry, Sir. I'm sure she's fine." Niles replied, trying to sound indifferent, but in his heart he was even more worried that Maxwell was.

Maxwell let out a sigh. "You're probably right. Just let me know if she shows up." He said as he began walking towards his office.

"Certainly sir," Niles replied calmly as he continued dusting the candlesticks with his feather duster, acting like nothing had happened.

When Maxwell left the room, Niles dropped careless his feather duster on the coffee table and sat on the couch. Despite what he had said to Maxwell a few minutes ago he knew he was right. In her twenty years of working for Maxwell, she had never been late without calling. Not once. It was obvious to him that something was wrong with her. Something was very wrong. Suddenly a thousand different "What If" scenarios started to play in his head and each one was worse than the last, but his painful thoughts interrupted mercifully by Maxwell's ringing cell phone that he had accidentally forgotten on the coffee table a few minutes ago.

Niles lifted his head up and mouthed a silent "thank you" to the heavens then picked up the phone and looked at the flashing screen. The caller ID said "C.C." Niles smiled as he felt his racing heart rate slowly return to normal. C.C., his C.C. was fine and he'd drive himself almost crazy with worry for nothing. "Oh Niles old man, sometimes you can be so silly!" he told to himself.

He grabbed the phone and walked towards the office to give it to Maxwell, but just before he pushed open the double-doors he thought that, it was such a great opportunity for him to tease C.C. a little for being late and he couldn't just let the opportunity pass him by.

With that thought in his mind he pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear. "Oh let me guess…someone left a big rock on your coffin again?" Niles said with a cheerful voice then he paused waiting for a zinger, but the zinger never came instead he heard an unknown male voice saying to him, "Hmm, I must say that was a very interesting choice of words and very fitting, because the next time you see her, she will probably be in a coffin."

His breath hitched in her throat. "Who is this?" he asked clutching the phone with both hands. "If this is some kind of sick prank, it's not funny at all!"

"I'm the man who staring at your tied to a chair business partner, wondering how much you want to see her alive." The man replied on the other end of the line.

Niles stayed silent for a moment, trying to process what he had just said to him. He staring at …my…my tied business partner? What did he mean by that? He opened his mouth to ask him, but snapped his mouth shut again as the realization hit him a second later. Oh my god, C.C. is kidnapped by this man and he thinks that I am Maxwell. He took a deep breath as he desperately tried to regain a sense of calm so that he could think this through rationally. Giving Maxwell the phone could get C.C. killed because Maxwell was always an impulsive type of man so he will surely call the police. But what if the man was bluffing or what if he was going to kill her anyway? God, he really didn't know what was the best course of action for him to take at the moment. So he decided to take things as they came and to pretend that he was Maxwell, at least for now.

"If you tell me the truth, then let me talk to my business partner to make sure she is alive." He said softly, trying hard to keep his growing anger in check. As much as he wanted to kill this man with his bare hands, he knew he needed to remain calm for C.C's sake.

"Fair enough." The man said then walked over to C.C. and grabbed her by the hair. "Listen to me, blonde, I am going to remove the gag from your mouth, so you can say hi to your boyfriend, now if you know what is good for you, you better stay still and don't even think about bite me."

Shaking her head a little, C.C. made a muffled noise in response. "Good." he said removing her gag so she could talk.

"Maxwell!" C.C. yelled once her mouth was free from the gag. Niles let out the breath he had been holding as he waited for her to talk to him, but he didn't reply, he knew he couldn't reply without running the risk of exposing his true identity to her and maybe to her abductor, putting her life in more danger than already was.

"Okay, that's enough" The kidnapper interrupted and quickly shoved the gag back into C.C.'s mouth." As you heard she's alive and unharmed…for now. The question is how much you want her to stay that way."

"Please let her go. I'll do anything you want." Niles yelled. His heart beat had increased so significantly, he was so sure he was going to pass out or have a heart attack at any minute.

"Good, so let make a deal, you're going to do exactly what I say and in exchange I will keep her alive."

"How much money do you want?" Niles asked slightly afraid of what the answer would be. It doesn't matter, he told himself, attempting to calm himself down. Whatever it is, I will find a way to pay him. I will borrow some money and I will even sell everything I own if I have to, but I will save her. He thought.

Niles heard him chuckle on the other end of the line. "I don't care about your money. What I want can give me more money than you already have or you could make in a lifetime as a Broadway producer."

Gosh, what I'm going to do? Niles though then gathered all his courage and somehow managed to say. "Name it."

"I want the page."

"What page?" Niles asked, confusion evident in his voice.

"I heard that you intending on loaning an original page of Shakespeare's notebook to the Metropolitan museum for a sold out benefit. Bring me the page and then you can have your friend back in one piece. Understood?"

Niles gripped the phone so tightly he thought he might break it, but that didn't stop him from continuing to do so. "Yes," he answered through gritted teeth.

"Good. Now I'm sure I don't need to tell you that it'll be our little secret. Because I swear if you tell anyone about this or call the cops, she will die. This time tomorrow I'll call you and tell you where to bring the page. Have a nice day, Maxwell," he said and with that the line went dead.

To be continued…