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Okay, so this is the chapter you have all been waiting for. This is where Perry abducts Beth. I wanted to get it up quick so it hasn't been sent to a beta. I apologize now for any mistakes in grammar or spelling.

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Chapter 3

The following morning

Beth walked into Janice's private hospital room. She couldn't help but think that Janice looked tiny in the huge hospital bed. She had yet to come round from surgery that had save her life, and the more time that passed the more that the team, and the doctors, worried that she may not wake up.

Beth studied Janice for a moment, there was a thick white bandage wrapped around her head, her left arm was resting in a sling. Her right leg was in a cast. She was hooked up to drips and monitoring machines. Her face was full of cuts and bruises. It brought tears to her eyes to see her friend like this.

"She'll be awake soon," Jack said from where he stood by the window, watching Beth.

Beth walked closer to Janice's bed. She stood there for a moment just watching the steady rise and fall of her chest. She couldn't help but feel that she was responsible for the state Janice was in right now. Suddenly she felt too guilty standing in the room. Janice's parents who had been on vacation in England were due to arrive soon to be by their daughters bedside. Beth knew she couldn't face them, how could she. She knew Perry was responsible for this, and she knew it was because Janice had been trying to protect her.

"I have to get back to the office," she began to say, but Jack quickly interrupted her.

"Her parents will be here any minute, don't you want to stay and talk to them?" Jack asked.

"No. You talk to them. I have to go," she said as she rushed over to the door, "Phone me if there are any changes!" she called back to him before the door cosed behind her.

Just to be safe, Beth had posted a guard outside Janice's room. She stopped to talk to him for a second, checking to see if anyone had tried to get in. The guard told her no and she was glad, as it meant Perry was staying away. She couldn't yet decide if he would be stupid enough to try and visit Janice, or send her a gift, or something.

"Her parents are going to be here soon," Beth told the guard, "Detective Larson is inside, he will..."

"Beth Davies?!"

Beth stopped what she was saying and turned to look down the corridor. Instantly her eyes fell upon the woman who had called out her name. Her voice caught in her throat for a moment and so she couldn't respond to the woman.

She knew, just with one glance, that this woman was Janice's mother. Janice clearly inherited her mothers beauty and her fathers proud and confident walk. The couple came to a stop just in front of her.

"Are you Beth Davies?" The woman asked with tears in her eyes.

Beth nodded, asked, "Mr and Mrs Lawrence?"

"Yes!" the woman cried, "Please, where is Jannie?"

"She's in there. The guard is just a precautionary," Beth explained, trying to sound calm, but Janice's parents were clearly, and understandably, worried.

"Who did this to my little girl?" Janice's father asked. His voice was strong, but Beth could sense the anger and the worry in it that made it shake a little as he spoke.

"I promise you that I am going to get the person responsible for this."

"I believe you will. Now if you will excuse us we have to see Jannie." Mr Lawrence said before he and his wife stepped around Beth. The guard opened the door for them and Beth watched them walk inside. The door didn't shut quick enough to block out Mrs Lawrence's heartbreaking sob.

Heavy tears burned Beth's eyes upon hearing the sound. She moved quickly away from Janice's hospital room. She only made it around the corner out of sight before her own sob burst from her throat. She couldn't stop the tears that rolled down her cheeks. She had lived through one stalker hurting her friends, her family and now she was seeing it again. She felt guilty, but she quickly forced her tears back and used the back of her hand to dry her face. She was going to use her anger to fuel her desire to see Perry pay.

She pushed away from the wall and carried on down the corridor. She was going back to the office, but first she had somewhere else she had to go. There was someone else she had to see.

~0~0~0~0~

The main door on the Whitley mansion was a huge, pointed arch shape, chunk of oak. Beth could only imagine how much that little detail to the place cost, she didn't bother to think how much the whole house was worth. Right now she didn't even care.

She rang the door bell again and waited until finally the door opened. It was a maid who answered the door. Beth showed her her badge and there was nothing the elder maid could do to stop her walking right in.

~0~0~

Beth had waited in a luxurious lounge for over ten minutes. She was waiting for Perry but it was Mr Whitley who suddenly burst into the room.

"What the hell do you think you are playing at, Detective!" he roared at Beth.

"Lieutenant!" Beth corrected him, "And it's not you I need to speak to, it's your son."

"You, and your team, need to stay away from him!" Mr Whitley ordered.

"And he needs to stay away from me and my team!" Beth replied angrily.

"What allegations are you making against him now?" Mr Whitley scoffed.

"I believe, very strongly, that he is responsible for a hit and run involving one of my Detectives!" Beth growled at him.

"You're insane! You're obsessed with my son!" Mr Whitley yelled at her.

"Can you tell me where he was last night?!" Beth yelled back at him.

"I was here." Perry suddenly said from behind her.

Beth fell silent. She turned to face him where he stood in another door way that led into the lounge that they were standing in. "Do you have anyone who can prove that?" she asked him

"Perry, leave us, now!" Mr Whitley snapped.

"No, it's okay, Dad. Lieutenant Davis thinks she can bully me." Perry said as he walked right up to Beth.

"I'm not trying to bully you, Perry. I don't need to. I want to see you behind bars for what you did to Detective Lawrence. You ran her down with your car, or some other car that you got your filthy little hands on, and you left her to die in the street."

Perry smiled at her and then using words she had once used on him replied, "I have no recollection of that."

Beth glared at him, she knew what he was doing. She knew the words were ones she had used. "I will prove that you did this, and when I do, your Daddy won't be able to protect you from what I will do to you."

"Are you threatening my son!" Mr Whitley roared at her.

"I don't make threats, Mr Whitley!" she spat as she walked past him and towards the door that would lead her back out into the hall, and on her way back out of the mansion, "I make promises!" she said as she slammed the door shut behind her leaving the two Whitley men alone in the house together.

~0~0~0~0~

Beth was in her office. She had left the Whitley mansion and drove, as fast as legally possible, back to the office. She had gathered everything off Janice's desk and was going through it all carefully to see what she had found out about Perry. She was also searching through the things the medics had given back to her that Janice had had with her when she had been run down by Perry.

She pulled a folder out and began searching through it, finally she found what she had been looking for. It was everything that Janice had found out about Perry. Her joy at finding the folder quickly turned to frustration upon realising there was nothing much there. Except for some stuff about his mother. She sat down and studied the information Janice had found.

~0~0~0~0~

Later that evening

Beth walked down the quiet hospital corridor, she was heading towards Janice's room. She was about to turn the corridor when Jack walked round it.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked seeing how tired Beth looked.

"Fine," she replied quickly, "How is Janice doing?"

"She's still not awake." Jack said.

"You going home?" Beth asked him.

"Yeah, I stink like an old boot. Shower, some food, and then I'll be back."

"Anything I should know about you two?" Beth had to ask.

Jack smiled, he wasn't about to tell her about the night he and Janice slept together, but it was the truth when he said, "Janice has been the first real friend I've had since I moved here. Friends look out for one another, so I'm going to be here for her, for when she wakes up."

Beth smiled, replied, "She's lucky to have you. Are her parents still here?"

"They went, but they said they will be back later. They were exhausted, psychically, emotionally."

"Seeing someone you love hurt can do that to a person." Beth replied knowingly.

"Will you be here when I get back?"

Beth shook her head, "I doubt it. I'm just here to check on her."

"Okay, well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," Jack said, "Take care, Beth."

Beth smiled and said, "You too, Jack,"

For a moment they stood there smiling at one another, like neither could make the first move to walk away. Beth was the one who finally did. "Night, Jack." she said before she stepped around him and continued on towards Janice's room.

She greeted the guard and then walked into Janice's room. It was silent in there, eerily so. The only sound in the room was the beeping of the machines that Janice was hooked up to. She walked right over to Janice's bed and sat down on the edge of it.

She ran her fingers through her hair, swiping her hair back off her face. "I'm sorry," she said, "I'm, really, really sorry. " she said as tear burnt her eyes.

For a moment she couldn't bare to look at Janice but she owed it to her so she turned to look at her and said, "I promise you I will make Perry pay for this. You have my word. You had my back and now I got yours."

She truly meant it. She was going to make Perry suffer for what he had done.

Little did she know Perry was thinking the exact same thing and his revenge was already planned. His plan was already in motion.

~0~0~0~0~

The guard outside Beth's house was sat in his car. He was bored out of his mind. He was young and baby-sitting was not what he had gone through the academy for. He wanted action, excitement, anything but this. He was on his phone, messaging a girl he had hooked up with the previous week.

He looked up from his phone when there was a knock on his door window. He saw someone standing there, their hand resting on their side, he could see blood seeping through their fingers. "Help me," the person begged.

The young officer quickly threw his phone down and opened the car door, however he never got out before a gun, accompanied by a silencer, was shoved through the small gap. With one quiet pop a bullet was put into the young officers skull. He fell back into his seat and the shooter shut the door like nothing had ever happened.

The shooter stepped away from the car and began walking a few steps away from it. Perry walked up to him and smiled. "Good work," Perry said to him before passing him an envelope stuffed with cash.

"When the price is right my work always is." the man replied. It was the same man who had helped dig up everything Perry had found out about Beth. "You sure you don't need me in there "he asked, pointing towards Beth's house.

"I have everything I need now." Perry replied.

"You know my number if you need me." the man said before he walked off. Leaving Perry alone on the street outside Beth's house. He couldn't wait for Beth to get home.

First he needed to get Tracy out of the way.

~0~0~0~0~

Tracy was sat on the couch with a blanket covering her legs. She was watching TV, some pathetic chick flick with a happy ending. She wanted to throw something at the TV. Had it been her own she may have, but it was Beth's, so she would never. Especially after Beth had her back, again. Protecting her from stalker number two. She figured that must make her a complete idiot, having two stalkers in one lifetime, but then she realised Beth was reliving her nightmare too, and she would never consider Beth an idiot.

Instead of throwing something at the TV she opted for changing the channel, again and again; chick flick, cheesy soap opera, chick flick, horror film. She turned the TV off, it was the best option. She reached out and grabbed a magazine off the coffee table. She decided reading about what daft celebrity was worrying about being overweight, despite already being a size 0, would be a good distraction and for a moment it was, until she hear the door bell ring.

For a second her heart began to race, but she quickly brushed this thought aside as she remembered the guard who was sat in a patrol car, on the street, at the end of the drive. He had already knocked twice that evening asking to use the toilet. So as she pushed herself up from the couch she had to call out, "You need to lay off the coffee, Officer Cooms!"

Just for good measure she checked though the peephole but there on the darkened porch she could see his hat and over-sized police jacket. She typed in the code, unhooked the chain and swung the door open.

A second later she was falling through the air. She landed with a hard smack that made her see stars. She tried to push herself up but she was too dizzy, her head spun for a moment longer before she fell into unconsciousness.

~0~0~0~0~

Beth pulled up in the driveway. She offered a quick glance in the rear-view mirror at the cop car opposite her drive. She could see the young officer sat there. She knew he was probably bored out of his mind. He had come on shift before she had gone to the hospital so she knew he would be on all night. His boredom would only be relieved in the morning when his replacement showed up.

Beth climbed out of her car and walked to her front door. She unlocked it and was surprised when the alarm didn't go off. She quickly, and out of habit, reset it.

"Trace, you need to remember to punch in the code if you're not going to put the chain on!" Beth called out as she walked into the study and threw her bag down on the chair. She put her gun down on the side table, fully prepared to come back to it in a minute and put it away safe.

"Trace?!" she called out again as she untucked her blue silk blouse from her jeans.

She walked into the living room and found it empty. Next she walked through into the kitchen and then had to smile. Sat on the island counter was an opened bottle of red wine and a large glass sitting beside it. "You read my mind!" she called out to Tracy. There was a note beside it that said, I'm in the bath. Enjoy a glass, I'm sure you'll need it after today.

Beth quickly poured herself a large measure and put it straight to her lips. She took in three long sips before pulling away. "I needed that," she muttered to herself before taking another long sip and heading towards her bedroom.

She wanted to change out of her work clothes and slip into something more comfortable. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a pair of loose fitting grey sweat pants . She opened another drawer and pulled out a black vest top. She threw the clothes down onto her bed and then kicked off her shoes. She couldn't wait to get her ugg-boot style fluffy slippers on. They were pure comfort after a day in boots. She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. She hesitated before she threw it down as for a second her head seemed to spin.

She quickly brushed the feeling aside and pulled the vest top on over her purple lacy bra. She unclipped her belt and peeled her trousers off and replaced them with the sweat pants. She already felt much more comfortable, but the same dizzy feeling quickly washed over her again. It only lasted a second and so she quickly decided it was because she was so hungry and that the wine was already getting to her head..

Deciding she would order take-out, rather than cook, she headed towards the bathroom to check to see whether Tracy wanted Chinese or Thai take-out. "Trace, I'm gonna ordering food. You fancy Chinese or Thai?" she asked.

She took another two long sips of wine, her glass now practically empty. She waited for a reply but one never came. "Tracy," she called out, this time knocking slightly.

She was shocked when the door swung open, she hadn't even realised it hadn't been shut properly. "Tracy?" she questioned as she pushed the door open more, having to freeze on the spot and close her eyes as her head went dizzy again. She put the wine glass down on a small cabinet that sat just outside the bathroom.

"Tracy, I thought you were in the bath," she called out, not knowing how slurred her last couple of words had sounded.

She crossed the hallway, stopping for a moment and holding onto the wall as once more her head spun. When the feeling faded, she carried on. She knocked on Tracy's door. She waited for an answer but one didn't come. She could her music playing quietly so figuring Tracy could hear her she walked right in.

Her heart skipped a beat to see Tracy lying on the bed. Her wrists and ankles bound to each one of the four bed posts. She tried to race over to a terrified and gagged Tracy, but her body felt heavy and all she could do was stumble over to her, almost falling flat on her face.

"What happened? "she asked, her voice sounding like it echoed in her own head.

Tracy was trying to talk to her but Beth barely heard a thing as she tried to pick at the thick rope bound around Tracy's wrists. "Who did this?" Beth asked, suddenly remembering the gag.

She moved to pull the gag from Tracy's mouth, but the quick movement made her head spin fast enough to make her feel sick. She opened her eyes and looked down at the bed, she was sure the damn thing was moving away from her and then back again.

The moment the strange feeling passed she carefully pulled the gag from Tracy's mouth just in time to hear her scream, "Beth, behind you!"

Beth spun around only to be met by a fist that connected hard with her jaw. The impact sent her crashing to her hands and knees beside the bed. Her head was now dizzier than ever, but as her attacker came at again she kicked out her leg, hitting him hard in his shin but not as hard as she would have liked, but soft slippers didn't hold the same power as a hard boot.

As her attacker stumbled back his hood fell back from over his face. "Perry!" Beth said in shock.

Perry glared angrily at her and then lunged at her. She was quickly able to get to her feet, but Perry easily caught her fist in his hand as she tried to punch him. He didn't catch her other arm as it swung up and hit him across the head, but the blow had been minimal to say the least. Beth felt her legs buckle beneath her and she fell forward into Perry's arms.

She immediately tried to push herself away from ,but her body refused to cooperate. She felt her eyelids drift shut and she let out a slight whimper as she realised there was nothing she could do to stop herself falling into the blackness of unconsciousness.

Perry carefully laid her down on the floor. He pulled out the pair of handcuffs he had just taken out of her bag in the study and cuffed her wrists.

"Perry, please don't do this!" Tracy begged.

"Shut-up!" Perry growled at her as he used some duct tape he had found in a drawer to cover Beth's mouth. Next he used it to bind her ankles together. He didn't want to risk her kicking him again.

"Perry, you can't do this. Beth doesn't deserve this!"

Perry got to his feet and lunged at Tracy. Angrily he growled, "She deserves everything I am gonna do to her!"

"Why, because she doesn't share your sick little feelings for her!?"

Perry stepped back and regained his composure. With a smile he replied, "She may not now, but she will."

Tracy shook her head, dreading what Perry had in mind for her friend, "Perry, whatever you're planning to do, just stop and think about it..." Perry cut her off as he stuffed the gag back into her mouth.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she watched Perry reach down and scoop Beth up off the floor. Holding her lifeless body in his arms. "Perry, don't!" she said from behind her gag.

"Goodbye, Tracy." Perry said as he left the bedroom.

Tracy could only try in vain to pull herself free as Perry left the house. He carried Beth across the dark street and bundled her into the boot of his car. He reached in and brushed her hair back off her face. "This will all be better when you wake up," he said to her, " Or maybe not." he said before he slammed the trunk shut.

He climbed into the car, started up the engine and drove off into the dark and silent night. The journey he had ahead of him would take a couple of hours, but where he was heading would be silent, secluded. If Beth wanted to scream...no one would hear her.

TBC

Thanks so much for reading. Please review and let me know what you think.

I can't wait for the new episode! Perry did not look happy with Beth at the end of the last one. Next episode should be very interesting.