Chapter 10: Captive or "Where Is She!?"

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Okay, so I have really bad writer's block on the final part of this chapter, so I'm just going to give you the first part and hopefully the block will be gone soon. Enjoy!!!!
Songs:
Attack by 30 Seconds to Mars
Break You by Drowning Pool
Face Down by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Wednesday, October 26, 2011, Unknown Location

"Has she woken yet?"
"No, she's still out cold. Merlin, what did you hit her with, Zabini?"
"Just a stunner! How was I supposed to know Malfoy had cast that stupid spell?!"
Phoenix's sleep befuddled mind slowly worked through the argument above her. Zabini? Blaise Zabini, the Slytherin? He had disappeared like all the other Death Eaters after the Dark Lord disappeared. Before she had left England, she had been working on tracking down ex-Death Eaters and making sure they weren't up to anything illegal.
Who was that with him? The voice was familiar, but she just couldn't place it. A memory tugged at her, one from the past she so vehemently suppressed. She ignored it and concentrated on figuring out where she was. The voices drifted away and she slowly opened her eyes, hand shooting up to shield her eyes from the bright overhead light. She blinked and stiffly sat up, rubbing her legs back to life.
She was in a tiny, circular room, with no windows or doors. The walls were a dull gray, seamless and bare. There wasn't much in the room, a washstand with a full pitcher and basin with a towel laid out next to it, the curved cot that was pushed against the wall she had risen from, and a small table and single chair, on which rested her wallet, tool belt, without any of the accessories, the leather wristbands stamped with an opal-eyed dragon Charlie had given her ten years ago. She got up and pulled her things back on, feeling more dressed once she had. She examined her surrounding and felt her spirits drop when she didn't see any way out. She sat back down on the cot and sighed. Looked like it was up to Ian to get her out of this one.

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Ian didn't know if he should cry or hex someone.
"What do you mean, she's not answering?!" he shouted at the techs. "I thought that bug was undetectable, that even if she was taken to Taiwan we could hear her!"
"I don't know what to tell you, Sergeant," the terrified techs tried to placicate him. "The bug should have been undetectable, but we aren't getting anything from her. The bug is dead."
"So, I just sent my partner into who knows WHAT kind of shit with ABSOLUTELY NO WAY TO CONTACT US!??!" he shouted. His fingers itched to grab his wand and Avada Kedavra the lot of them. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE!"
"Sergeant!" Ian spun around to confront Lieutenant Secora. "There is no need to shout. We will do everything in our power to get Detective Gallagher back safely."
"Lieutenant, I request permission to take full control of this mission," Ian snapped. "I can not give this my full attention if Sergeant Wiggins is breathing down my back."
Secora pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Sergeant Wiggins has been on this case for the past two weeks. She has shown a great deal on insight and given you the manpower needed to get this far. Why..."
"Because she is a slut and I can't concentrate on getting my partner and best friend back with her trying to drape herself over me and constantly offering to give me blow jobs!" Ian roared. The entire bull pin turned to look at him. "I don't want her ANYWHERE near this case, she is a liability. Hell, if I was just a little angrier, I would accuse her of working with this guy!"
"Malfoy, you can file for sexual harassment, you know," Secora said, rubbing his mouth to get rid of his smile. "But I still..."
"Lieutenant, if you will not take Wiggins off this case, I will turn in my resignation this minute and go after Phoenix MYSELF!" Ian growled. "That...woman is not fit for duty, sir." He turned on his heel and marched away to his cubicle. He threw himself in his chair and stared across the small space to Phoenix's desk. His eyes settled on the blue recorder on her desk. He frowned. Her work recorder was black, where had she gotten this one? He picked it up and plugged earbuds in, starting the MP3 file from the beginning. Phoenix's voice drifted through the earbuds, like a balm to his open wound. Until he heard what she was saying.
...and about your father, dear one. What do I tell you? He is a wonderful man, strong, handsome and kind. To me at least, he isn't kind to everyone, especially when he is interrogating them. I hope you have his eyes, silver as the metal. I love his eyes, they see deep into me and calm my worst fears. I wish he could calm the one that troubles me now. I won't trouble your ears with that now, but someday...when you're ready, I will tell you about Ian Malfoy.
I don't know if you are a girl or a boy yet, the doctor said we won't be able to tell for another couple of months. It's strange, thinking that you are growing inside of me, swimming around in there, getting fingers and toes. Baby, I want you to know, I never wanted you to grow up without a father, but I think it would be better for everyone if I did. But...your father and I only recently became friends. but......I don't think he could give you the attention and care that you deserve at this point in his life. And, I don't want to burden...no, burden is the wrong word, force? no...I don't want to make your father feel like he has to care for us, to marry me because I got pregnant. So, all in all, it would be better for everyone if he doesn't know.
Oh, Merlin, baby, I hope you realize what I give up for you! I haven't had a cigarette in too long and I'm craving one. Argh!
Well, I should go now. I have stalled long enough and I have to get going to scout of that house. Don't worry, everything will be fine, I've put up a lot of special charms and wards to protect us. I love you, my child, my precious baby. Gallagher out.

Ian sat back, not bothering to push the stop button and allowing the thing to go to the next recording. Phoenix is pregnant?! And she knew it, when she was captured, she knew she was having his baby and she still went to that godforsaken house!? What in Merlin's name was wrong with that girl???

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Thursday, October 27, 2011, Unknown Location

Phoenix jumped when the door to her cell opened. Blaise Zabini waltzed in, a smirk on his dark face.
"Ginny Weasley," he drawled, leaning against the closed door, his arms folded, dark hair falling in his sapphire eyes. "I never would have thought to see you in New York. Catch any Death Eaters lately? I've heard the Carrows are on the lose."
"Killed any innocents lately, Zabini?" she shot back, eyeing him with a dark fire in her eyes. "Like children, perhaps?"
He merely laughed before going out of the room again.

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NYPD Homicide HQ
Ian couldn't remember the last time he had been this angry. The techs hadn't been able to pick up Phoenix's signal, not even through the micro-chip the Department equipped all officers with.
"You can't be serious?!" he shouted. "Youn can't even find her with her chip?! What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!"
"I...we can't figure it out, Sergeant," the tech said in a terrified voice. "That chip should be able to pick her up anywhere in the world. We just can't find her."
"I can't believe this!" Draco snarled before he stormed out of the room.

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Friday, October 28, 2011, Unknown Location

Phoenix pushed the mushy...something Zabini had brought her around her plate, not quite hungry enough to summon the will-power to choke down the unidentifiable substance.
Maybe it has poison in it, she thought, gagging at the thought of eating it.

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Saturday, October 29, 2011, Unknown Location

Phoenix slowly sat up, her body protesting the movement. Her head was pounding and her system was screaming for a cigarette.
Merlin, the things I already give up for you, kid, she thought, her hands straying to her belt where she used to keep a box of cigarettes. I wonder, if I wasn't pregnant and I asked, if these bastards would let me have a smoke, she mused. After thinking about it for a minute, she shook her head. No, probably not.
She fought the craving as the time passed, fighting the headache that had been plaguing her for hours. When the door opened, she considered begging Zabini for a pain blocker but the man in the door was not Zabini.
"What...you!" she cried. "How...how could you?! We trusted you!"
Neville Longbottom leered at her, eyes glittering madly.
"Hello, Ginevra."

MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! To Be Continued....