AN: Thanks for reading...
The persistent silence is deafening to you; it is driving you mad. You have no clue how long it has been going on for, but it seems like an eternity. You are used to screams, beeping machines, crying and sobbing, laughter. You are not used to silence.
And darkness, they have turned the lights off on you for some reason. So you have no sound and no light.
And as the minutes tick by, your heart rate increases with the amount of anxiety building in your system. You need to see something, you need to hear something. You need to converse with someone, text… earn money.
Unfortunately, the damn FBI doesn't give a shit as they have had you locked up in the holding room for God knows how long. You are cuffed to a table, and your legs are shackled together.
You cannot see, you cannot hear anything and you cannot move.
Nicely played. You see exactly what they have done- as you did the same thing to their pathetic excuse for an agent. Yet, you still have the upper hand.
Suddenly, the lights turn on and you breathe a sigh of relief… you can see again. And in front of you, is a tall man with a frown on his face.
"You must be the boss." You grin, licking your lips from thirst.
"Where is she?" He growls.
"You're the FBI, you find her." You respond, not missing a beat.
"It would be in your best interest to just tell me where you left her, you are already facing numerous charges including kidnapping, torture…"
You see where he is going and interrupt him. "Go ahead and add capital murder to that list, agent." You cackle and howl enjoying the immense power trip you are getting.
"We have no proof Agent Jareau is deceased." He replied coldly.
"What do you need? I just told you I offed her, want me to tell you how I did it?" You smile watching for any sign of emotion in the man's eyes. You get nothing.
"I don't think you have the…"
You interrupt him, "What? Balls, you don't think I have the balls to kill a cop? Did you not see the feed? I know you were watching…"
He slams his fists down hard enough that the table shakes and he is suddenly towering over you as you hear the door swing open. "What I saw you doing is torturing an innocent woman, what I also saw was Agent Jareau not giving in, she fought you and I believe she won."
You grow quite.
"The offer was too much for you, you couldn't pass it up, so no, I do not believe you have killed her.."
You stop and nod before leaning back in your chair. 'Your offer was good, but another one came along that was even better. And judging by the clock on the wall, you have about ten minutes to get to her before the next sick shit does. Now, get my lawyer."
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You cannot move anymore, your body is giving up, your soul already have done so. It's getting colder outside and as the sun dips down, you understand you are in the desert. So you will either die of dehydration, internal bleeding, hypothermia or heat stroke. Hypothermia is the one you are hoping for at this point, it is quick, easy and painless. And you are in so much pain that you beg for the temperature to continue dropping. You have no hope of rescue anymore.
And as the sun disappears, you take in a deep breath- you never release another one.