Okay guys, sorry it's taken so long to update, but life has taken center stage lately! How dare it take over my fan fiction addiction! LOL! Anyway, here we go with some more angst and drama…what could be better?

BTW, this chapter was inspired by the queen of TT, my good buddy firebunee. Here's to you girl!

Chapter 8 Capture

Tom had somehow made it back to his room and slowly changed into some blue plaid pajama pants. He grabbed a white t-shirt but then decided against it and threw it carelessly into the corner of his bedroom. He climbed into bed on top of the covers, his chest muscles rippling ever so slightly with each breath he took. He was beginning to regret not telling his father that he loved him when he had the chance. He fought to hold back the tears as the day's events flooded his mind. He was still having a hard time accepting the fact that his father was still alive. With regret filling his thoughts, Tom Hanson Jr. finally succumbed to the desire to sleep.

Some time later, Tom was startled out of his restless sleep. He sat up straight in his bed when he heard a knock at his front door. Who the hell is knocking at my door at 6:00 in the freaking morning? He thought as he pushed himself out of bed. He muttered to himself as the knocking continued.

"Hold your damn horses. I'm coming." He said, just as he reached the door and the knocking continued. He opened the door to find a rather large, muscular man standing outside. "Uh, can I help you?" Tom had never seen the man before.

"Are you Tom Hanson?" the large man asked.

"Um, yeah." Tom answered, suspicion beginning to rise.

Suddenly, the large man pushed Tom into the apartment and shut the door behind him. Tom was about to say something when the larger man pulled out a gun and aimed it at his chest. Tom stood still for a moment, too stunned to comprehend what was happening.

"Just make this easy on yourself son and no one will get hurt." The man said.

Tom knew he had to get control of the situation before things got out of hand. He took the opportunity when the larger man began to search the apartment with his eyes, as if he were making sure they were alone. Tom took the chance to charge the guy, who was caught off guard and they went flying to the floor. Even though Tom was greatly outnumbered by the man's weight and height, Tom had an advantage in his speed. Tom managed to knock the guy's gun away and get a punch in to his cheek. This seemed to anger the man and he grabbed hold of Tom's arm and flung him across the room. Tom's body hit the coffee table as it landed and knocked the lamp off onto the floor where it smashed into pieces. Tom began getting to his hands and knees when a kick met his ribs and he landed back on the floor in a heap. He caught his breath and decided he wasn't going down without a fight. He kept his head down and charged the man once again, both of them stumbling over the leather chair. Tom was able to get a few good punches in to the man's stomach, causing him to double over. Tom scrambled over to the kitchen and had his hand on the phone when something heavy crashed against the back of his head. Tom reached out to steady himself against the wall when his vision became dark and blurry. Once again the object pounded on the back of his head and his fight to remain conscious was lost. His body slid to the floor where it remained motionless, his attacker hovering over him with a smile on his face.

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"Tommy." A voice echoed through his brain as it tried to register whom it belonged to. "Come on sport, wake up." He felt the soft touch of a hand running over his cheek and he struggled to open his eyes. His eyelids felt as though they were weighted down with lead weights. "That's it Tommy, open your eyes son." Tom was finally able to open his eyes, but regretted it instantly as the bright light caused the pounding in his head to ignite. His hand went to the source of the pain immediately. He could feel a wet stickiness at the back of his head and when he pulled his hand away, he could see his fingers covered in blood. Before he could say anything, a strong wave of nausea waved over him and he quickly rolled to the side as the contents of his stomach forced their way out onto the floor. He could feel a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him through his torment.

"Take it easy Tommy." His father said soothingly. "I've got you sport."

When his stomach was finally empty, he wiped his chin with the back of his hand and fell back to the floor, exhausted. His father brushed his long hair out of his eyes and looked at him with concern evident in his face. "Take it easy Tommy. I think you have a concussion. I need you to stay awake for me, okay?"

Tom nodded his head, instantly regretting the movement. The pain was throbbing in his head and he was sure it was going to explode. "Wh-where are we?" he sat up, with his father's help and looked around at their surroundings. They seemed to be in some sort of cell. There was one small window on the far wall, and Tom could tell it was still daylight. The only other thing in the room was a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. A steel door stood at the other end of the room and Tom knew without even checking that it was locked.

"I'm not sure." His father said. "Mark and his goons grabbed me in the parking lot after I left your apartment."

Tom took a good look at his dad for the first time since he had awoken. His face was bruised and had several cuts decorating it. His left eye was slightly swollen and his lip was split. "You okay?" He squeezed his eyes shut tightly as the pain in his head became too much to bear.

"I'm fine Tommy." His father said. "I'm so sorry I got you into this. I knew better than to go to your house. I should have just stayed away."

Tom fought the dizziness that plagued him and opened his eyes. "It's okay. It's not your fault." Tom moaned and leaned forward as his stomach muscles constricted once again and he felt the urge to be sick. Once again, he felt the hand on his shoulder as it tried to comfort him.

"Take it easy sport." His father said. "I'm going to get us out of here, I promise. Besides, I think you owe me a ride in the mustang."

Tom managed a soft chuckle. "You get us out of this and I'll let you drive the mustang."

Just then the steel door opened and Mark stepped inside. "The only drive you guys will be taking is to the morgue." Mark laughed at his own joke and then motioned to someone outside the door. Tom and his father watched in horror as a man dragged Margaret Hanson into the room. Her hands were tied behind her back and a piece of duct tape was placed against her lips. A look of fear crossed her face as she was shoved into the room next to her husband and son.

"MOM!" Tom yelled as he crawled over to her. "I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!" he yelled at Mark.

His threat was met with laughter and then the steel door slamming shut. "Enjoy your family reunion while you can." Mark yelled as he walked down the hallway.

Okay, so hopefully this chapter turned out okay. I've got lots of plans for our dear officer and his family. There's plenty more to come, I promise! Now, please send me some reviews and let me know what you think.