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Chapter 3

Tyler was stood in Jo's apartment, in front of the living room window. He checked his watch again and wondered where his Mother could have gotten to. When she had asked him to babysit she had told him she wouldn't be home too late.

It was well beyond "too late" now and he was beginning to get worried. Not only because she was late but because Ellie was sick. She had been quiet all night he had noticed but she had dashed out of her room only an hour ago and had barely made it to the bathroom when she began throwing up.

Doing the only thing he could, Tyler had carried his little sister over to the couch and placed her down on it and placed a large mixing bowl beside her in case she had to be sick again, which she had, twice. He had a blanket wrapped around her but she was still shivering and complaining she was cold, despite being burning hot to the touch. He had no idea what to do for the best.

Realising it was time he tried calling her again he pulled out his phone and dialled Jo's number again. He couldn't help but sigh when after a few rings it went to answer phone. "Mom, it's Tyler…again. Look, where are you? Ellie's sick. Please hurry up and get home, or just call me so I know everything is okay. Love you, Mom…Bye…"

He shoved his cell phone back into his pocket and turned away from the window to face Ellie just in time to see her throw up again, this time missing the bowl.

Once she was done she looked up at him, "Sorry." she said sheepishly.

He could only smile at her. There was no way he couldn't be angry with her when she was sick. "It's okay, sis." he told her before he went to the kitchen to get something to clean up with.

In the kitchen he suddenly thought of something, someone else he could try ringing. However, first he tried ringing Jo's office phone, just in case. Again he got no answer. Going for his last option he went to his emergency contacts list and dial Mac Taylor.

After only a few rings Mac answered. "Hey, Mac, it's Tyler." he said.

~0~0~

Mac was in his office sat at his desk. He was a little shocked that Tyler was ringing him. "Hi, Tyler. Everything okay?" he asked trying to hide the shock from his voice.

"No, not really. Is my Mom with you? I really need to speak to her."

Mac was sure he had heard him wrong. "What did you say?" he asked.

"Is my Mom with you?"

Mac glanced at his watch, panic suddenly began to wash over him, a horrible feeling started to swell in his stomach. "Tyler, your Mom left our crime scene almost two hours ago. She should have been home ten minutes later at the most."

"Well, Mac, she's not here, and I've tried calling and calling her but I keep getting no answer." Tyler said.

Mac couldn't help but notice the panic in his voice. "Okay, look Tyler, I'll try calling her. I'll let you know as soon as I've spoke to her. Is everything okay there?"

"Not really, Ellie's sick and I'm useless at this sort of thing." Tyler told him.

"Okay, I have a friend who is a Doctor. I'll send him over." he said, on about Hawkes. "Speak to you soon." he said before he hung up.

He then decided to try ringing Jo's cell phone, just in case she answered. It rang and rang, but he knew after the first unanswered ring that she wasn't able to answer it.

~0~0~0~0~

Brett pushed Jo towards her SUV, he never heard her phone ringing in her jacket on the back seat and it stopped by the time he actually opened the door.

He pushed Jo in through the driver's-side door, shoving her right across on to the passenger's seat. He latched one of the cuffs around her wrist and put it through the grab handle on the door. He then grabbed Jo's other wrist and cuffed that one too. She was going nowhere and she knew it. Just in case anyone was to look in Brett grabbed her jacket off the back seat and lay it over her arms, hiding the fact she was cuffed.

Jo just scowled at him as he put her seatbelt on her, with a smile he said, "Safety at all times, Jo. You never know if I have to stop suddenly or not and if I do then I don't want you to go flying through the windscreen." he said, "I wouldn't want you to mess up that beautiful face." he added as he brushed the back of his fingers across her cheek.

She pulled away from him and turned to look out of the window. Brett just sighed and settled into his seat. He put on his own belt and then started up the engine and pulled out onto the road.

~0~0~

For a little while they travelled in total silence. Brett concentrated on the road and Jo just continued looking out of the window. She wanted to try to forget the fact she had been carjacked, beaten up and was still in grave danger. However, the cuffs biting into her soft flesh didn't make this possible.

After a moment Brett broke the silence, unable to take it any longer, "Jo, you and I have gotten off on the wrong foot. You see, I'm a decent guy, despite the fact that I'm a criminal."

Jo turned to look at him, her expression made it obvious that she didn't believe he was a decent guy. Her bruised and aching stomach from where he had kicked her was just another reminder that he was anything but a decent guy.

"Like I said Jo, I'm going to give you one more chance. I want there to be no more lies between us, no more bullshit escape attempts. Do as I say and I will let you go after this, I promise, but you get no more chances now. You lie to me, or anything else, just one more time and you won't be alive by the time we get to where I need to be."

Jo had no choice but to go along with him, she had to live through this. "Fine, no more lies and no more escape attempts." she agreed.

"Good." he said, "So then, tell me something about yourself, Jo? We're gonna be spending a lot of time together in this car so I would feel better if I knew they type of person you are. See, I'm not that good at reading people."

"I'm not really in the mood for conversation." she told him and turned to look back out of the window.

"Don't be like that, Jo. Just tell me about why you moved to New York, I mean your accent tells me you're not from round here?"

Jo wasn't going to bother talking to him but she figured she might as well keep him sweet. "For work." she said.

"Now was that hard? Conversation is easy, Jo, especially with because me I'm a good listener. So, do you like it here?" he asked.

"I did." she scoffed.

"What made you decide you didn't?" he asked.

"I would say getting carjacked." she replied sassily as she turned to glare at him.

He turned to meet her look but just laughed. "Well after this is all done you can return to Manhattan and get on with your life. You won't ever have to hear from me again. You can forget all about me."

Jo could only pray he was telling the truth.

~0~0~0~0~

They continued further down the road. Jo, despite what she had just said was thinking about how she could escape, how she was going to get out of this alive.

She felt sick when she suddenly felt her phone begin to vibrate in her pocket. Someone was trying to ring her and her phone was letting her know this, loudly. At first she thought Brett hadn't noticed but then he turned to glare to her and his angry expression told her he had in fact heard it.

"What the fuck is that?!" he yelled.

"I don't know." she lied.

"Yes you do fucking know!" he roared at her as he rummaged around in her jacket until he pulled out her phone. He looked at caller ID and saw Mac's name. "A phone?! You had a fucking phone on you all this time? You didn't think to mention it to me!" he roared.

"It's not like I've had chance to use it?" she yelled back in her own defence.

"But you would have, was that why you wanted to take your jacket with you to the bathroom?" he yelled.

"No." Jo said.

"To call for help?!" he roared at her.

"No! I forgot I had it." she tried to tell him.

"Bullshit, Jo!" he roared and pulled the car over at the side of the empty road.

He unclipped her belt and then Jo could only watch as he got out of the car, she knew it wasn't good as he stormed round the car towards her door. She tried to reach up and lock the door but she couldn't reach it, not even by using her elbow.

"Fuck…!" she muttered as she tried to pull on the door so he couldn't open it but he easily ripped it open, pulling her right out of the car and onto the ground, her arms still attached to the door so that she was practically dangling from it.

Brett reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her to her feet, ignoring her yelps of pain. Panic flooded through her as he pushed his body right against hers so his face was right in hers.

"What did I just say to you, no more bullshit and what happens?!" he yelled right in her face, his hand coming up to painfully grab hold of her face.

"I'm sorry!" she cried, "I swear to you I forgot I had it. I'm always leaving it at home."

"Somehow I doubt that, Jo. See, more lies! You just can't help yourself, can you?"

"I'm sorry." she said again, her heart beating even harder against her chest.

"You will be!" he warned her before his fist connected hard with her cheek.

He let go of her and stepped back and let her crumple to her knees in a daze. Her head was spinning and her whole face was throbbing, painfully. It felt like it wanted to explode.

She looked up at him, ready to apologise again but all she saw was his fist coming towards her face. Then everything went black.

TBC

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