A/N: Sorry for the delay…school started. As much as I would like to be able to write constantly, my real homework comes first.
Olivia drove as fast as the New York City traffic would allow her. She had her siren on, lights flashing, and she was steadily cursing every vehicle that did not immediately move for her.
As she raced back to her apartment, all she could think of was what could be happening to Amanda at this very moment. Would she leave the apartment against her promise? For once, Olivia wished that Amanda lied to her about staying in the apartment until Olivia could return.
She continuously dialed Amanda's cell phone but never got a response. That could not be a good sign. Was Declan there now, looking at the phone and figuring out he had very little time left? Olivia hoped not.
Finally seeing her apartment building, she pulled over wherever she wanted to and put the car in park. She didn't care if she locked the doors or not. Frankly, she was so focused on getting to Amanda that she couldn't even remember if she even closed her door.
Taking the stairs two at a time, she made it to her apartment in record time. Busting down the door, she burst into the apartment out of breath, red in the face, and gun drawn.
Her eyes furiously scanned the entranceway for any dangers. Seeing none, she continued further into her apartment. At seeing her couch, now empty, her breath hitched in her throat. She scanned the area and found a lone cell phone sitting on the side table. Although curious about the phone, she continued into the apartment and searched every area for her friend. Nothing. Amanda was missing.
Moving back into the living area, she looked at the phone. It was your standard old flip phone. It definitely did not belong to her and she guessed it was left on the table for her to find.
Flipping the phone open, she looked at the screen and gasped. One word displayed on the screen.
Sorry.
While staring at the phone, contemplating what that could possibly mean, she heard the front door creak open. Whipping around and blindly pointing her weapon towards the soon-to-be intruder, she tried to slow her breath as she called out, "who's there?"
This was the moment she felt it. The arm holding the gun at the door felt as if she had just completed a round of bench presses. Using all her strength to keep her gun level, she failed to recognize the numbness coursing through her legs. It seemed as if her legs were turning to jelly. No longer able to keep herself upright, she stumbled towards the couch and put an arm out in front to catch her fall. As her hand hit the soft furniture, her elbow buckled and her face slammed into the backrest. She tried to move her arms underneath her torso to lift herself up, but to no avail. Her limbs seemed to ignore every command she gave them.
Focused on her ow body's shortcomings, she didn't register another person in the room until she felt a hand grab her shoulder. She startled at the touch but could not make any movement to indicate her surprise.
The hand proceeded to, almost gently, grab her torso and pull her out of her awkward position on the couch and towards the floor. She felt a hand hold her head steady as she was lowered into a prone position on her back.
Unable to move her head, it lolled to one side as soon as it was released by her unknown assailant. She could hear the person moving about the room, but they had yet to walk into her line of vision in order to identify themselves.
She heard the unmistakable sound of duct tape being ripped from the roll and she made a whimper sound. This was all too similar to her last abduction. She feared the worst as a cloth was gently put over her eyes to cut off her vision. She felt the duct tape being wrapped over the cloth and encircling her head. After her vision was sufficiently gone, another piece of tape was placed over her mouth. Making her discomfort known with a 'mmpf' sound, she was startled when a woman's hand went to her head and caressed her face.
Another person must have entered the room at some point during this, Olivia figures, as a voice was finally heard, "she ready?"
Without hearing an answer from the second person (her original assailant?), Olivia found herself being picked up and thrown over a shoulder.
Olivia tried to remember every movement her carrier made. They were going down stairs due to her bouncing up and down. Afterwards, she felt herself being sat in a chair and a strap went over her body. Was she in a car? An engine started and she felt movement as if she was in a car. All she could do was try to remember the direction of travel as she rested against the window, still unable to move her body.
It seemed as if they travelled in circles. She supposed this was to confuse her. She had lost track of all the turns made about 5 turns ago. It seemed to take hours before the car came to a stop and the engine was cut off. She supposed, with all the twists and turns, she could simply be around the block from her apartment building. At least, with her ears uncovered, she could tell they were in a very busy area because the familiar noise of New York City traffic continued even as she sat and waited for her captors next move.
The car door she leaned on was pulled away quickly and she fell out of the car. If it wasn't for the seatbelt, she would be on the ground right now.
A laugh came from above her, "sleeping on the job, love?" came a man's voice with an Irish accent.
She mentally rolled her eyes. As she was again lifted onto a man's shoulders, she heard him say, "at least the blonde knows her chemicals. This one is completely limp."
Olivia thought to herself. The blonde? Amanda? Amanda told them how to kidnap her? That can't be true. Even with her gambling issues, she would never allow anyone to hurt another human being. Would she?
Olivia guessed she had been carried into a building because the noise of the traffic lessened significantly. She was again set down on the floor in a laying down position. She noticed, this time, she was able to keep her head upright.
A woman's voice was heard, "tie her up. She should be getting her limbs back soon."
Olivia made a 'mmpf-mm' noise behind her gag to say no to this new woman. Either she was misunderstood or was simply ignored because she soon found her wrists being pulled together and tied with, what felt like, handcuffs. Similarly, her ankles were slightly lifted as duct tape was tightly wrapped around them.
Exhaling quickly in defeat, Olivia groaned.
Olivia's ears perked up when she heard chains being pulled. Wasn't she tied up enough? It wasn't until the clattering abruptly halted that she realised someone else was chained in this room with her.
Hearing her captor walk away from her, she turned her head in the general direction of movement to hear better. A whimper came next as she heard tape being ripped. Olivia guessed her captor had just removed duct tape from the other captive's mouth.
Olivia's heart stopped when she heard a familiar voice of Amanda, "Liv? Liv, are you okay?"
She tried to nod, but it must have looked like a weird lolling motion to outsiders. Amanda talked again, "how much did you give her? I told you it's dangerous. She could have died!"
A face being slapped rang throughout the room and Olivia was sure that Amanda just got hit.
The Irishman screamed, "if you had just kept your stupid mouth shut, she wouldn't even be here! Now I have to deal with two cops. What did you think was gonna happen, Amanda?"
"Please…I didn't tell her about everything…please, you can let her go…she hasn't seen your faces, she doesn't know your names…she-" Amanda pleaded before being cut off.
"She's a cop!" came a woman's voice, "I did not come this far just to go to jail because of you. You better come up with a damn good reason for us to keep her alive."
Amanda sputtered, "I…I…please don't hurt her…this is my fault…let her go"
The last thing Olivia heard was another whimper come from Amanda as a piece of tape was ripped from the roll again. Footsteps moved away from her direction and a door was slammed shut. The final clink of a lock sealed her in.
A/N: Wow, even I'm shuddering at that cliffhanger...