Author's Note: I'm really sorry about that last post… It may seem a little confusing. / Like I said, I was half asleep. And thanks about all the reviews… I swear I'll get back to you all.
Also, I should also explain that Megan Wheeler and Mike Logan appear in this one, and I wrote it that she was new. I don't know why. Humor me please?
There was nothing to do but listen. Silently with their hands in the air, their phones were lied down. Slowly, the detectives made their way outside at gunpoint.
They sat, side by side in the backseat and watched the gang split up, two in the front of the vehicle, and three into another. Wordlessly, Eames slipped her hand into Bobby's. He held onto it tightly. She was shaking.
Their kidnapper was a surprisingly good driver. No one spoke and an eerie silence engulfed the car, until Alex's phone rang.
The dark-haired man in the passenger seat tossed the phone at her, and held a gun to her head. "Answer it," he snarled.
It was Ross. "Are you two coming back to 1PP today?"
"N-no, I don't think so." She gulped, wondering how she could discreetly let the captain know that she and her partner were being abducted.
"Did you two at least make up yet?"
"Uh…" She looked at Bobby nervously, and the man upfront jabbed the gun to her temple harder. For the first time, she got a good look at him. He was dark skinned and haired, kind of like a scruffy Enrique Inglesias. He couldn't have been more than twenty. "Yeah, we did."
"Is he there? Can I talk to him?"
"Sure, Captain, he's here." She handed the phone to Bobby with complete confidence that he could successfully send a subtle message, and the dark-haired man put the gun to Bobby's head.
"Goren." Pause. "Er, I'm not sure if we will." Leave it to Bobby to keep a cool head after everything that had just happened. "Alright, bye." He hung up and leaned in close to Eames. "SVU is taking over the Natalia case." Of course he was worried about the case, because after one was opened, his heart and soul was poured into it.
"Shut up!" Enrique Inglesias look alike shouted. "Give me the phone!"
Calmly, Bobby handed over the phone. The man glared for another moment and Bobby just stared back. As soon as he turned back around, Alex grabbed Bobby's hand again. He squeezed it reassuringly.
Danny Ross put down the phone. Something in Eames's voice left him unsettled. Lord knew the woman could more than take care of herself. But it also wasn't like her to hesitate on the phone.
Goren's voice, however, was normal. Normal, Ross contemplated, for anyone besides Goren. Something about the conversation was also unsettling. It didn't reflect the way he was usually amused by Eames's anger. Of course, he would never let Alex know that, not if he knew what was good for him. But Ross knew, he knew that he was secretly entertained by his partner's exasperation. He only knew the two for a short amount of time, but Christ if Eames didn't remind him of his own ex-wife.
He called Mike Logan and Megan Wheeler into his office.
"Yes, Captain?"
"I want you to check Alex Eames's apartment." He scribbled down an address, knowing that Alex would most likely have his head for this. "Bobby Goren should be there, too. Just make sure they're alright."
Mike pondered for a second, but did what he was told. He grinned at his new partner. "Come on, Freckles," he told her. "I'll show you how it's done."
Wheeler rolled her eyes and wondered what she did to get partnered with such an unbearable man.
Bobby Goren did not recognize where they were being taken to. They had been riding in the car for at least two hours now, and he knew he was somewhere in Jersey. But by now they had to be in South Jersey, and the road signs might as well have in Greek (a language that he, for the record, did not know, save for a few word roots).
Alex calmed down considerably. Not one of them had spoken since they left New York, but the mere presence of her cleared his head. He had imagined hundreds scenarios of how he would get them out. He also was curious about who their kidnappers where, but then, logic set in. Together, they'd put away nearly 200 criminals. Of course, there were people who wanted vengeance.
Alex let out a sigh, breaking Bobby from his thoughts. What would her father think, Bobby wondered ruefully, when he found out that his daughter had been kidnapped for the second time, possibly both due to her partner?
Alex Eames was one of those rare people whom stress looked good on. A strand of her golden hair fell delicately in front of her eyes, and Bobby realized that her eyes were closed and she'd fallen asleep.
Slowly, he swept the bang away. Almost smirking, he recalled all the people who had hit on her in their line of work. Most of the time, that was the aim. But, of course, there was the time that drunken business owner was being dragged into the station among hordes of people. "Why don't you be with a real man?" he'd slurred, reaching to touch her. She could more than take care of herself against the average pervert like him, but it angered Bobby. Furiously, he had slammed him against the wall, and Eames aided him in cuffing the creep. It was times like these that worried him about his feelings. Of course, one could argue that it was just his over protectiveness over creeps like him, and that was part of it, but Bobby knew there was more to it than just that. It was about Eames, his Eames – No, he cursed himself as he studied the sleeping figure. He had to stop referring to her as his. She would never be his. There was too much at stake to risk.
"Alex?" Megan tentatively called from outside the door. "Goren?" There was no answer.
Mike came up from behind her. "Eames? Goren? If we come in, we're not going to catch you doing anything embarrassing, are we?" He smirked at Wheeler. Obviously, he wasn't worried.
"We're coming in," Megan called, applying pressure to the door and peeking inside. She gasped.
The room was a mess. Books and trash were strewn everywhere. She took a gun and charged in.
Logan did the same and explored all the rooms. There was no one.
"Captain?" Wheeler was on the phone. "They're gone, looks to be taken by force."
Mike watched as she closed the phone. "They're putting all of NYPD on it." He nodded.
"We'd better get back to 1PP."
The car was coming to a stop. Gently, Bobby shook Alex awake. To her surprise, they were in a suburb. Admittedly, it was a run-down neighborhood. "Where are we?"
"Somewhere called Deptford, South Jersey."
"Get out," the captor snarled, thrusting the gun into the small of Alex's back. And the two detectives were forced into the house.
The other vehicle holding the other three kidnappers did not appear to be in sight. Alex had been around these two enough to guess that they seemed a little trigger-happy, so she was not reluctant to follow their directions.
Feedback please? One more chapter to go, I just have to finish writing it.