"Ok." Sam said cautiously.
"Close the door." The voice from the phone the woman was holding said.
Sam did as instructed and closed the door behind him. He looked at Spike. "What's going on?" He didn't see the foot that flew out and kicked him in the stomach. He doubled over and stumbled back.
Spike caught Sam before he fell backward, but he could see the roundhouse kick she delivered was a hard one. He grabbed the nearby trash can in time and held Sam while he vomited.
Paige stood back and watched with satisfaction while the blonde vomited from her kick. She knew the kickboxing classes would pay off. The old lady started crying behind her. She looked at the woman with disgust and picked up the duct tape from the table.
"No!" Spike said, still holding Sam who had stopped vomiting, but was still doubled over. "You don't have to do that." He said sincerely.
Paige stopped and looked at Spike. She typed on her phone. "Can't have her yelling for help. Either of you move", she pointed the gun at the woman's head and lifted a brow.
"Ok." Spike nodded.
"What's going on?" Sam whispered, staying bent over so that Spike had to lean down with him.
Spike looked at Sam and gave a small smile. He knew the hit was hard, but he knew Sam had taken harder ones. "Don't know. Don't know her. You?"
Sam shook his head and stood, seeing that the woman was done taping the older woman's mouth and was looking at them. "Is she ok?" He hitched his chin at the older woman now looking at them pleadingly. She shifted in the chair slightly.
"For now. As long as you two behave." Paige walked towards them, holding the gun. She looked at Spike and pressed the button on the phone. "Take this duct tape and tape his hands together. Now."
Spike looked at Sam. He swallowed and took the tape from her.
Sam put his wrists together and smiled reassuringly at Spike. He knew Spike wouldn't make it tight so they could possibly get away. He looked down at his hands and moved his foot slightly.
"Tight." The electronic voice said.
Spike set his mouth in a tight line and wound the tape tighter. Damn. He looked at Sam who only nodded in return. He broke off the end and rubbed it so it stuck to the rest of the tape. He looked at her expectantly.
"Now you." She waited while Spike handed the tape to Sam and he taped Spike's wrists. "Let's go." She waved the gun towards the door. Before she opened the door, she held up her phone. "If either of you try anything I will kill you and make the other one watch. Then I will go kill every person you love, starting with your teammates and their families. Understood?"
Both men shook their heads yes and followed her into the hallway after she made sure it was empty. She walked behind them and took them down the back steps to her car. They reached the car and stopped.
Paige opened the trunk and looked at Sam. "Get in."
Sam looked from her to the trunk. Why is it always a trunk, he thought. She put the gun in his face and repeated her last message. He climbed in reluctantly and scooted himself towards the back. He knew she was going to put Spike in with him. He was glad. It would give them time to make a plan. He was surprised when the fist hit him in the stomach and then the face. He glanced up before the blackness took him and saw the concerned look on Spike's face.
"No!" Spike said and rushed forward. He put his hands on her shoulder and pulled her back.
Paige turned at the sound of his voice and touch. She elbowed him hard in the lip and chest.
Spike staggered back, and put his hands to his chest trying to catch his breath. He didn't see the fist until it hit his chin hard, twice. His head was spinning and he fell back on his butt. He looked up at the woman and saw two of them. He bit back the urge to yell at her.
Paige pointed the gun at him. "Get up and get in the car." She slammed the trunk closed and opened the rear passenger door. She waited impatiently as he got up unsteadily and laid down in the back. "Stay that way or I kill him. Understand?"
"Yes." Spike said as he put his hands up and laid his aching head on them. So much for trying to make a plan with Sam on the way to wherever they're going, he thought angrily. He tried to keep his eyes open but the rocking of the car and headache lulled him to sleep.
##### SRU HQ, 15 minutes later #####
Winnie looked at the clock and waited for the seven calls she knew was coming. The phone rang ten seconds later and she answered. "SRU."
"Hey Winnie. Wordy calling to check in."
"Hi Wordy. Thank you. Tell Shel and the girls I say hi." Winnie smiled and noted the log.
"Will do. Bye."
"Bye." Winnie didn't have to wait long for the next call. "SRU."
"Hi Winnie. Raf checking in."
"Hey Raf. Thank you. Talk to you again in a bit."
"Bye."
"Bye." Winnie smiled. "SRU."
"Hello again Winnie. Jules checking in."
"Hey Jules. Thanks!"
"Bye!" Jules was tempted to ask if Spike or Sam checked in, but she knew it would cause too many questions. She hung up and walked back to the kitchen for a fresh cup of coffee.
"SRU."
"Hi Winnie. Ed checking in. Has everyone checked in so far?"
"Just Sam, Spike and the Boss left."
"Ok." Ed got a funny feeling, but he knew he needed to clear the line for the others. "Bye."
"Bye." Winnie said and ended the call. She had to wait three minutes before the next call came in. "SRU."
"Hi Winnie. Greg checking in. Everyone accounted for?"
"No. Actually, Sam and Spike haven't checked in." Winnie's heart skipped a beat.
Greg swore under his breath. "Ok. Call Ed. Tell him I'm on my way to Sam's, tell him to check out Spike's, I'll meet up with him there."
"Ok. You want me to alert the rest of the team? Send Team Three to meet up with you?" Winnie noted the log quickly and got ready to radio Team Three.
"No. Don't worry anyone yet. I'll call back when I get to Sam's." Greg grabbed his keys and headed out the door. He let Dean know what was happening and told him to do his homework and not to worry.
"Copy." Winnie hung up and sent up a silent prayer that both men were ok. She hated to see anything happen to either of them, but especially Spike. She had a special place for him in her heart even though she hadn't admitted it yet. She placed the call to Ed who stated he was on his way to Spike's.
##### somewhere in Toronto #####
Carolyn heard the sound of a car and took in a breath. When the man started speaking again, she shushed him. "I think she's back." She whispered as loudly as she felt she could.
"I hope she at least brought some water." He whispered back.
Paige pulled to a stop next to the abandoned wooden structure. She looked back and saw that Spike still had his eyes closed. She studied him closely. What a stupid nickname, she thought. His real name was much more beautiful, Michelangelo. She got out and opened the back door. She kicked at his feet and waited for him to sit up.
Spike felt the car stop but kept his eyes closed. His head was really pounding. He sat up slowly, wincing. He looked at her, waiting.
Paige put the phone up. "Get out and go to the trunk."
He followed her directions and walked to the trunk. She opened it and he reached his hands in and put them close to Sam before he said, "Sam. We're here. Need you to get up now."
Sam had his eyes closed, unsure if it was Spike or the woman that was coming close to him. He readied to defend himself if she tried to punch him again. When he heard Spike's steady voice he opened his eyes, glad to hear that he sounded ok. He put his hands up and scooted towards Spike. He grabbed Spike's hands to help him get out of the trunk. He winced as he was pulled out and put his hands to his face. He didn't feel any blood, but his cheek and jaw were sore. His stomach was still roiling too.
She pointed the gun towards the structure and back at them. "Move."
They walked the few feet to the structure and inside. At the first large door she stopped and opened it. "Stop." They both stopped and turned to look at her. She pointed the gun at Sam and then inside. He walked past her to go into the room. As he did she kicked him in the butt and knocked him off balance.
Sam looked around the room as he walked in and was suddenly propelled forward and lost his balance. He put out his hands to stop his fall, but his head still swung down and hit the floor. He skidded to a stop mere inches from the wall.
Spike's eyes went wide when he saw the kick and Sam's head hit the floor. "Sam!"
"Move." She pointed the gun at his face.
"I just need to know my guy is ok. Can you check on him for me?" Spike took a breath and asked. That was the third blow to Sam's head in the last hour which could not be good. He tried to see past her to Sam but she closed the door and shook her head.
"Nope. Move."
Spike gave her an angry look, turned away and started walking.
Paige smiled. This was way more fun than she thought it would be. She was going to put them side by side like the other two, but thought better of it. These two are cops, they'll plot a way to get away. She stopped two doors down and pushed the button on her phone. "Stop."
Spike stopped and turned to her. When she opened the door, he gave her a bemused look. He walked next to the door opening and as far from her as possible, but she didn't move when he walked by.
She watched with pleasure as he walked next to the door frame and scooted by her. Aw, Michelangelo. I'm not going to hurt you any more, yet.
Spike walked into the middle of the room and turned to look at her. She smiled and closed the door, locking it. He hoped Sam was ok. He could her walking, then stop and a door opening. What the hell is going on and who is she? The one who left the message? The same one that sent the letters, all of them?
##### Sam's apartment #####
Ed pounded on the door of Sam's apartment. "Sam? You ok?" He listened and when all he heard was silence, he got out his lock picking tools. It took him mere seconds to pick the lock. She stood up and slowly opened the door, his off duty service weapon at the ready. He cleared the living room and kitchen and moved to Sam's bedroom door. He opened it slowly and put his gun out, clearing it.
He moved to the bathroom and did the same. He walked out of the room and down to the guest bedroom, empty. Where the hell is he, he thought angrily. He grabbed his phone and was dialing Greg while he left Sam's apartment, locking it as he left.
##### Spike's apartment #####
Janice shifted in her seat slightly. One of her legs started hurting just below the knee. Damn, she thought. That woman brought me here before I could take my noon meds. No blood thinner, no arthritis meds. She tried to stay calm, but she really had to go to the bathroom. Oh please help me, she thought. Five long minutes later a knock on the door answered her silent prayer. "Hmph mm." She said as loudly as she could.
Greg put an ear to the door after he knocked and heard a muffled female voice. It sounded distressed. "Spike?" The voice answered with urgency. He stepped back, pulled out his lock pick kit and got the door unlocked. He eased the door open and had his off duty service weapon ready. When he moved into the room, he heard the noise to his right and saw the woman taped to a chair. He went to her, keeping his eyes on the rest of the apartment. "Is there anyone else here?"
Janice shook her head.
"Ok. I'll be right back for you, I just need to check the apartment. I need you to stay quiet ok?" Greg whispered to her. When she nodded he moved slowly and carefully through the apartment, clearing every room. When he was done he ran back to the woman and pulled the tape off of her mouth. "Just a second and I'll get you free." He pulled out his phone as it rang. Eddie.
