Chapter 4: Remember Me?

Juliet awoke and she could feel her head pound with every-one of her heart beats. She groaned but didn't open her eyes. She knew she had been kidnapped but didn't want her captors to know that she was fully conscious yet... Shawn had taught her that little trick. Instead, just like he taught her, she used her time to take in her immediate surroundings. She was sitting on something hard, probably a chair; wooden because it didn't feel cold like metal should. Okay, wooden chair, check. Next she moved her hand and felt the cold metal of hand cuffs, no doubt her own, move against her thin wrists. Her feet were also tied but with simple cloth. She didn't feel anything around her midsection, mouth or eyes so she figured her captors didn't expect her to wake up on the ride over. That thought, of course brought her back to the throbbing in her skull. 'Okay, think O'Hara,' The voice in her head (which sounded suspiciously like her partner) told her, 'retrace your steps. What happened?' The blonde detective fought hard against her headache back to the restraunt. She was with Shawn, Gus, and Amy. They were eating and then she got up to go to the bathroom and when she came out of the stall she saw a red Yin-Yang symbol on the mirror. After that things started to get a little fuzzier. She remembered something grabbing her and then she thought she was falling. The last thing she remembered was someone with blonde hair. The pieces started fitting together like a puzzle. The Yin-Yang symbol, the blonde hair... Alison. Alison had kidnapped her. Her mind started to panic. She did NOT want to go through another Yin episode. Luckily, she knew Shawn would try to save her the minute he knew she was missing and her partner would try to call her the second he found out Alison had escaped. She was just worried about Amy. She would want to help and Juliet really didn't want her getting involved with Alison. She was a civilian and would never let her take that risk.

The floor felt hard like concrete, 'Probably a warehouse of somesort' she thought and she didn't hear any voices or movement so she figured she might as well look around while there was still nothing over her eyes. She opened them slowly and was very thankful when she found the room to be dimly lit and her eyes could adjust quickly and the light would not make her headache worse. Her suspicions were confirmed that she was, indeed, in some type of warehouse. She was in the center of the room and facing the door. There were two windows on the wall to her left but both had some form of black covering making it impossible to see outside. On her right there was a medium-sized wooden table. She couldn't tell exactly what was on it from where she was sitting but something with a dull shine flickered in the dim lighting.

She then heard voices coming towards the door so she pretended to be unconscious so that they wouldn't know that's she was aware of her surroundings (another trick she had learned from Shawn). This would make them think they still had the upper hand… 'but then again' she thought 'I am still the one tied to a chair…' As she finished this thought she heard the door open and slam against the wall. She heard two men enter laughing about something. She groaned and pretended to just wake up.

"Well, well, well, lookie here Zack. Sleeping Beauty's finally waking up." The first voice said turning and kneeling in front of her. She opened her eyes and immediately recognized the two men as ones she had arrested about a month ago. David Samuels and Zachary, or Zack, Johnson were two very dangerous drug lords and illegal arms dealers. Both were at least twice her size, maybe even three times, and had it out for her. "I was wonderin' when you'd wake up. Didn't his you to hard on the head did I?" He spoke reaching towards her face with his hand. She flinched away from it. "Aww, c'mon now, Sweetheart, don't be shy." She winced slightly at the degrading nickname. She hated even when Shawn called her that. She turned her head to face him and spat in his face, her eyes cold.

Samuels chuckled slightly wiping the spit from his eye and standing up. Then his face grew hard and he smacked her across the face. Her head whipped to the side and her cheek burned, and a small whimper escaped her. She refused to cry or show any emotion. She would not give the men the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Samuels chuckled again and walked away to go sit in one of the chairs and he started talking with Johnson. She couldn't quite make out what they were saying but then she saw Johnson pick up a cell phone. David turned to stare at her and he smiled wickedly, making her shiver.

After a few minutes she saw Zack hang up and he and David started talking again. They were a tad closer to her (and talking a bit louder) so she could make out what they were saying.

"What was that about?" started Samuels.

"We need to move. Alison says cops are on their way here. Apparently that kid at the restaurant figured out the clue and they're moving faster than we anticipated."

At the mention of "that kid" Juliet started to panic. 'Oh God please let Amy be okay.' She knew exactly what kid they were talking about and as happy as she was that Amy had figured out the clue and now Shawn and Lassiter were on their way, she really didn't want Amy to get involved in this.

Zack continued, "So now we're planting the clue and moving to location 'C', Alison'll meet us there. She just said that she needed to quote 'take care of something' first."

Samuels nodded and grabbed whatever it was that was sitting on the table and they walked towards her. She kept her face emotionless and defiant but as they came closer and she could see that Samuels was holding a syringe, her mind started to panic again. It must have showed on her face because David smiled at her apparent fear.

"Oh, don't worry detective, this'll only hurt a lil' bit." Johnson came around from behind and clamped his baseball-mitt-like hands around her mouth to hold her still and keep her from screaming. She tried her best to wriggle out of his grasp as Samuels brought the needle closer to her shoulder slower than necessary and rolled up her sleeve. She winced as it pierced her skin and her head started to feel dizzy as she almost immediately started to feel the effects of the drug. Black spots clouded her vision and she could feel her hands being untied and Zack's hands come off her face as her body begun to put up less of a struggle. She was powerless against the drug invading her system and as her world began to fade she mumbled "Shawn, help me." And then there was only darkness.

A/N: OK sorry this took so long. I would have had this up on Thursday but my computer deleted it all so I had to start this over. :( Anyways PLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEEE reveiw even if its just to say you liked it! I really need ideas for the next clue so also let me know pf any Beatles songs that you like!

PS. Don't expect an upadte soon. I'm going to a wedding next week and I don't get much time durring the week for writing but MAYBE if I get enough reveiws I'll have something posted by let's say by October first (next Monday). So send me any ideas you have. I am totally open to constructive criticism.