omg guys im sooo sorry! if you read this chapter before it had all of these stupid code type things but yeah it was being shitty. promise it wont happen again! :)

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Flashes of red and blue, a loud crash, broken glass, blood, screams. Her eyes flutter open and hazily start to examine the grey concrete walls, the lone rusty chair in the middle of the room and the slightly off colour door parallel to her. She looks down at herself, her left arm and foot were thoroughly patched up and her gun and badge were missing. She slowly started to recall things. Samar and Aram were missing, no. captured. Red handed over a location, she was ordered to go with no backup and no intelligence on what was waiting for her.

A large gasoline truck passed, out of control (or the driver was extremely ruthless) She crashed, right in the side of the large vehicle. She attempted to stand but pain shot up her arm and she quickly gave up. the door started to rattle, like someone was trying to unlock it. Two men walked in with an oversized first aid kit, one of them looked like a doctor. He wore an ugly blue pair of scrubs that went horrendously with his short red hair. And the other had brown shaggy hair and clenched a gun with his strong right hand. She felt a lump in her throat, "Were am I?" she asked.

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Its been two days since Aram and Samar have been taken. They were given three. From what Ressler knew, Liz was checking out the location Red had given them, by herself. He tried to force his way in going with her but Cooper ordered him to stay. Was he worried about her? Yes, and it hurt like hell. He heard a light click, his pen slipped from his hand during his thoughts. He looked up to see the notepad with the pen scribbles on it. Next to it was his phone. He gazed at it for a few seconds, Debating to himself if he should call Liz or not.

He knew Cooper wouldn't approve but he constantly felt a dropping feeling in his stomach that wouldn't go away until he heard her voice. He reached for his phone and called Liz. While the phone rang he made his way to their office so he could keep a low profile. The ringing stopped, "This is Special Agent Elizabeth Keen, I'm currently unavai-" he hung up and tossed his phone on his desk. He tried to convince himself she was fine, but he couldn't for some reason. His instincts were telling him she was in trouble.

He snatched the phone from the top of the table and called her anxiously again. The ringing had stopped and he heard distant chatter. "Keen, are you okay?" there was an answer on the other end, but it certainly wasn't Keen's voice. "who is this?" the man asked in a powerful voice. He heard Liz yelling in the background. "Ressler! Track my phone you douc-" her scream followed. It was filled with pain and weakness, he had never heard her scream like that. He was speechless. How much he cared for her. He needed to find her.