Thanks for the reviews!
Okaaaay! Thanks to BekaRoo for mentioning I should write something about Molly. Well, it's not what she'd suggested exactly (actually completely different) but her review gave me the idea. I don't know what Molly's husband actually does in the military but let's just assume that he is a Navy Seal. I needed him to be one so that I can use another character some of you might recognize. ;-) I just find it easier to write characters when I have a picture in my head. Ohhh, and remember I'm still on the angst path. Just a little warning.
Chapter 11: Chains
"What do you mean, he wasn't there?" Lexie almost shouted at the officer standing in front of her.
"There was no sign of him, Dr. Grey." The police officer explained, clearly feeling uncomfortable. "We found his car in a side road. His car obviously crashed into something. The airbags were deployed but the car was empty. We called the surrounding hospitals. But nothing. There are no street cams in this street and we have no eye witnesses."
"You want to tell me that he'd just disappeared into thin air?" Lexie balled her hands into fists, gritting her teeth exasperatedly. "Maybe an alien abduction, huh? What kind of police officer are you?"
"Lexie, calm down. Please!" Meredith said softly, grabbing Lexie's shoulder to hold her back from attacking the officer physically.
"I don't want to calm down, Meredith. Mark is out there somewhere. Probably hurt and this ..." Lexie gulped hard, clearly struggling to keep her composure. " ... person is telling me that they have no idea where he is."
"Lex?" Lexie turned around when she heard the voice of her other sister, Molly, and relief washed over her when she saw her brother-in-law right behind her. She had never been happier to see him than in just this moment. The police officers were apparently in over their heads and he was a Navy Seal after all. Maybe he could help find Mark.
"Molly! Eric! I'm so glad that you are both in town." Lexie exclaimed, before she wrapped her arms around her sister.
Meredith had called them and told them about the situation. Molly couldn't believe what had happened. Lexie just got back together with Mark. Lexie had sounded so happy on the phone when she had called to tell her that she was pregnant. Mark was the love of her life and it wasn't fair that these two didn't seem to catch a break.
After Lexie hugged Eric briefly, she turned around and started to yell at the officer again, getting more and more agitated with each passing minute. Molly pulled her husband aside, her eyes never leaving Lexie.
"Eric, can you help?" Molly asked quietly. "I know the police is looking for him. But I didn't marry a Navy Seal for nothing, did I? There has to be something you can do."
"Of course, Molly. Just let me make a call. I know exactly the person who can help us."
Eric turned around and walked into a quieter corner before he pulled out his cell and hit a number on his speed dial list. It only rang three times before one of his best friends picked up on the other end.
"McGarrett!"
"Steve, it's Eric. I need your help."
~M&L~
When Mark regained consciousness it took him almost a minute until he was able to realize what happened. His head pounded as if someone took a swing with a baseball bat at it and seemingly every bone in his body ached so nothing seemed to be broken. He could feel the burns the airbag had left on his face but when he wanted to examine them with his hands, he realized that he wasn't able to move. Turning his head slowly, he saw that his hands were chained to the table he was lying on. Lifting his feet confirmed that his feet were also bond. He was lying on the table like he was nailed on a cross and when the fog in his brain cleared, he could feel how uncomfortable this position was.
Closing his eyes, Mark tried to remember how the hell he got to this place. He could remember a van coming out of nowhere. He had been able to slow down the car considerably before he'd crashed into the side of the van, but the crash had still been hard enough to trigger the airbag and jerk him forward. He could remember that someone had yanked his door open and pulled him back. But before he even could focus on whoever had opened the door, a cloth had been pressed over his nose and mouth and he had smelled the distinctive odor of chloroform before he'd blacked out. He had no clue how he got here or why exactly he was here.
He could feel the burn of the seatbelt on his chest and when he looked down he saw that whoever kidnapped him had removed his shirt and he could see the bruise that crossed his chest. Lifting his head as far as possible he looked down his body, realizing that they had also removed his shoes and socks. Looking around he could only determine that he might be in some kind of basement. But except of the table he was lying on and another, smaller one, a few feet away nothing else was in the room.
He didn't like the feeling that rose in his chest. Maybe he had seen too much action movies but he didn't like the picture of himself chained to a table, hardly able to move. It looked way too much like a torture scene of a movie. Hearing footsteps, Mark turned his head to the door, not sure if he was glad that someone was coming or if he should dread it. When the door opened the brightness outside the door blinded him and he closed his eyes, waiting for the sound of the closing door, so that he could open his eyes again without needing to fear that his head would explode.
When the footsteps stopped right beside him, he opened his eyes carefully to look at his kidnapper. His eyes widened in shock and complete disbelief when he recognized the person standing in the light beam of a kerosene lamp.
"Mr. McGregor?"
"I see, you are awake. Excellent. I already feared that I used too much chloroform. But you are awake now, so we can get started. I need you to be conscious. Wouldn't be much fun if you wouldn't be able to appreciate what I'm doing."
Turning around McGregor put a leather bundle on the other table and Mark took in a sharp breath when he opened it and rolled it out on the table. A chill ran through his body and he closed his eyes again to speak a quick prayer. Seeing what had been in the bundle, made him fear for his life. The several knifes and screwdrivers that were lying on the table could only mean one thing. He didn't have to imagine a torture scene anymore. McGregor clearly came prepared to do exactly what Mark had feared the moment he had realized that he was chained to the table. He came prepared to torture him.
~M&L~
"I really appreciate that you could come, Steve." Eric said, giving Steve a quick hug.
"Of course I came." Steve replied. "You would do the same for me."
"I would. But still, thank you."
"So fill me in. I read your email on the plane but walk me through it one more time, will you?"
"Dr. Mark Sloan got abducted on his way to the hospital." Eric said with a calm voice, his Seal training helping him to stay focused even though his wife and sister-in-law where near a mental breakdown by now. "Unfortunately the police has still no idea what happened. He talked to his girlfriend, Dr. Lexie Grey, on the phone and the only thing she could hear where his car crashing into something. I know it's not much. But I know you, Steve. If anyone can find him, it's you."
"I'll give my best. Can I talk to the girlfriend?"
"Yeah, sure." Steve turned around to walk towards the two women at the other end of the room, but Eric's hand on his arm stopped him. "But Steve!"
"Yeah?"
"Be gentle, okay." Eric said. "She is pregnant and we don't want to upset her more than necessary."
Steve could see the worry edged into the wrinkles around his eyes. Yes, Eric was a Navy Seal but that didn't mean that you could stay completely unaffected when someone you know had been abducted.
"Steve!" Molly rushed towards him and wrapped her arms around him to give him a firm hug. "I'm so glad that you came."
"Anytime, Molly!" Steve hugged her back, his eyes already traveling to the brunette woman who was sitting only a few feet away. Leaving his arms, Molly turned around and pulled him towards her sister.
"Lexie?" Molly addressed Lexie softly. "I want you to meet someone who can help us, okay?"
Lexie looked up with tired, red rimmed eyes. "Of course." She stood up shakily and Steve saw how her hand immediately went to her stomach in an unconscious, protective gesture.
"This is a good friend of us, Lexie. Lieutanant Commander Steve McGarrett." Molly said. "He is a former Navy Seal and is currently leading a special police force in Hawaii."
"Hello, Dr. Grey." Steve said quietly, trying to not agitate her even more. "But I'm here on vacation and not officially on an investigation. So please call me Steve."
"I'm Lexie." Lexie shook his hand and one look in his eyes already made her feel slightly better. Somehow he radiated confidence, telling her he had to be very good at his job and they could need any help they can get. To have two Navy Seals searching for Mark could definitely not hurt. "Thank you, Steve. Thank you for your help."
"Can I ask you some questions?" Steve asked while he led Lexie back to the seats so that they could sit down.
"Of course." Lexie replied.
"What specialty is your boyfriend working in?"
"Plastics."
"Any law suits or unhappy patients?" Steve knew that it was very likely that Mark had been kidnapped because of his profession. Either because of someone he had treated or because the kidnappers needed his abilities as a surgeon.
"Not that I'm aware of." Lexie replied softly. "But you might wanna ask Dr. Derek Shepherd. He is a long-time friend of Mark. Maybe he knows something."
"Any threatening e-mails, late night phone calls, stuff like that?"
"No, nothing."
"I'm gonna go and talk to Dr. Shepherd first before I will talk to the police. But I might have more questions later?" Steve explained.
"I'll be here."
~M&L~
"You killed her." McGregor shouted, his face only a few inches away from Mark's.
"She died of a complication we couldn't predict." Mark replied, trying to stay calm.
"You convinced her to have breast implants. You did that. You made her change her appearance because you wanted her money." McGregor dug his fingers in his biceps, shaking him furiously.
"I didn't force her into anything. She wanted the implants."
McGregor's eyes suddenly glazed over and his gaze drifted to the wall, his fingers drumming on the table. He didn't react to Mark's argument, his mind obviously occupied with something else. When his gaze returned to Mark, the look in his eyes made Mark shudder.
"You know what." McGregor grinned happily. "At first I will mess up your pretty face a little bit and then I will continue with the rest of your body. When they find you they will know in how much pain you were in before I finally decided to kill you. And believe me, I will enjoy every second of it. You killed my little girl."
Mark didn't know what to do. Judging by the look in his eyes, McGregor was completely crazy. He truly believed that Mark had killed his daughter but Mark was one hundred percent certain that it hadn't been his fault. She had a rare blood condition. She died because of an unpredictable reaction to the anesthesia. She would have died in any operation.
But McGregor was determined to make him pay for the loss of his daughter and Mark had to blink away tears when he realized that he might never see Lexie again. Turning his head away from his torturer he bit on his lip, not wanting to let McGregor see any weakness. Mark's head jerked back when he heard the hiss of gas and his eyes widened in horror when McGregor ignited a Bunsen burner, taking one of the screwdrivers to hold it into the flame. When the iron glowed orange, McGregor turned around to Mark with a crazy smile on his face, the screwdriver firmly in his hand.
"Shall we get started?" McGregor asked with in an eery voice, before he began to chuckle uncontrollably and Mark lost all hope that he could reason with him. He could only hope that they would leave no stone unturned to find him. He knew they would find him eventually. He just hoped that they wouldn't be too late.
I've told you this is going to be angsty. :-)
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