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"I'm sorry." She whispered, "I tried to save her, but she made me leave." The agents were silent, and Sam saw the flash of pain cross through them. "We have a job to do." Their sergeant said, and they all nodded. "I'm sorry." Jules whispered, and Sam wanted more than anything to be there for her and to help her through the emotional pain he knew she was in. "Let's go team!" Sarge said, and they ran out the door to the vans.
I'm coming Jules. He thought.
Please let them be alright. Please let her be alright.
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Jules P.O.V
Jules and Spike trudged around the woods, trying to find a main road or something where they could get someone's attention.
"Spike." Jules said, hearing a twig snap behind them. They turned, guns raised, but the only sound that met them were the other natural sounds of the forest.
Spike, Jules? What's going on? Came Sarge's voice through the phone.
"We thought we heard someone behind us." Spike said,
"I think we're good, now th-" Jules began, but was cut off,
"Jules." Spike said, quietly. She looked up and met his eyes, "There's one behind you about 10 feet, he must have been following us. He doesn't know I saw him. He has a gun, when you hear him, stay where you are and don't move, got it?" He asked, never leaving her gaze.
She breathed out and nodded, She trusted Spike with her life.
"Yeah I don't hear anything, I think we're good." She said continuing her and Spike's conversation, so that their pursuer wouldn't know he'd been spotted.
Spike nodded, "I think you're right, let's keep moving before they catch up to us."
And, right as they had hoped, the man behind them, fell into the trap. Jules heard a loud crunch, behind her, then the sound of a gun being cocked.
Bang.
She flinched, nearly expecting the familiar fiery agony of a bullet ripping through her body. But instead, heard a thump. She opened her eyes and met Spike's. He had his gun raised, aimed right over the side of her right shoulder.
She turned, and sighed in relief when she saw that one of their attackers was laying in a puddle of his own blood.
"We're alright." She heard behind her, and realized that Spike was talking to the team.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, and jumped before she registered that it was Spike.
"You alright?" He asked.
Not really. "Yeah, I'm fine."
He gave her a look that said, Bullshit. But, they didn't have time to argue about it because the next thing she knew, Spike jolted forward slightly, and his eyes widened in shock.
He reached back, and pulled a dart out of his neck.
She took in a sharp breath,
"Spike!" She cried, as he fell forward, she caught him in her arms and lowered them to the ground.
She held his head in her lap, and looked around at their surroundings,
Jules? Status!
She heard, from the speaker on the phone, but her attention was focused on attempting to pinpoint who it was who had just shot Spike. She thought quickly, and after realizing that she wasn't going to be shot too, she knew that she was about to be taken.
She took a deep breath and whispered,
"Sorry Spike…" Before, unlatching the necklace around his neck where his family's small pendant hung. She didn't like taking it, but knew that she could hardly take the phone with her, and the men had confiscated her wrist-watch when she'd first been taken. She latched the necklace around her throat knowing that Spike, like her, had embedded a tracker in the piece of jewelry. She just hoped he noticed that it was gone. She then was able to focus in on the men approaching her and Spike, from in front of them. She sensed another one behind her.
What in hell? There were only 3 before!
She stayed silent, knowing that these men weren't willing to listen, not to mention, she heard a gun behind her being loaded and the right hand man in front of her held another. The one on the left held the dart gun that had shot Spike,
"What did you give him?" She whispered.
"A tranquilizer." The man snarled in answer.
The phone had gone silent, the team was most likely listening to her conversation with the men around her.
"Why?" She asked softly.
She heard the footsteps behind her, stutter for a moment, and she recognized this one as the 'rookie' in the pack. The new recruit in groups like this, followed mob mentality and went with what ever the other members decided to do.
"Because. If we don't, we die." The man behind her snarled, but it sounded forced.
"Shut Up, Carlos." The man in front of her said. "Now. Get Up." He ordered, she did as he said, obediently…as much as she hated to, she needed these guys to let their guard down a little, to allow her a little more 'leg room' when it came to getting away.
She looked back at Spike as they lead her away, who was still lying on the ground.
"He'll be alright." She heard, the man she assumed was Carlos behind her.
She didn't say a word.
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The Team
They listened, and heard the footsteps of Jules's kidnappers fade away, which meant, they had left the phone behind.
Sam was sitting in one of the trucks with Sarge.
Sarge looked to Sam, and Sam nodded, meekly, I'm okay. Sarge turned off his radio.
"Sam." He said, and Sam sighed and did the same.
"They're gonna kill her Sarge." He said quietly.
"You don't know that Sam."
Sam tensed, "You saw what they did to those other women. Jules is right in their M.O, and there's nothing stopping them!"
"Yes. It's in their M.O, but…this wouldn't be the first thing the agents got wrong. We're running blind in a storm right now Sam. We're going to find her."
Sam knew from experience that…although Sarge had said that they would find Jules. He didn't clarify whether or not it was dead, or alive.
Or in pieces. His mind taunted, his stomach rolled and he just barely held back throwing up, as fear and heart ache rolled through him.
No, please… He begged, someone, anyone.
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Jules P.O.V
They approached a white van, and Jules walked alongside them, feeling sick to her stomach although she didn't show it.
One of the men opened the door and reached into the van, and pulled out a roll of duct tape. She looked to the side, knowing that if she was tied up, she would be dehumanized, and they would be more likely to assault her whether it was sexually or physically. She felt a sharp snap against the side of her face, and realized she'd been pistol whipped, she nearly fell, but Carlos caught her mid-way to the ground.
"Don't. Even. Think. About. It." The leader said. H
"Do you have to do that?" Carlos asked.
"Shut the fuck up, Carlos." One of the other guys said. Her face ached, and burned with the hard hit she'd taken.
He stripped a piece of the duct tape from the roll.
She looked at it dubiously, and the man smiled icily.
"I don't trust you not to run away, bitch." He said, He handed it to the guy on her right side before taping her mouth shut. The other guy, bound her hands behind her, painfully.
Then, she was shoved into the van. 2 of them sat in the front, the other two, with her. She wanted to speak, wanted to negotiate, but she could hardly utter a sound. The only thing that kept her sane was Spike's necklace tapping back and forth on her chest.
She took a deep breath, and cleared her face of any emotion, there was no way in hell she was going to give them the satisfaction of knowing they scared her.
The car ride seemed long, but too short at the same time, and before she knew it, she was being dragged by her hair out of the van. She let out a cry of pain as the man holding onto her, gave a firm yank, nearly pulling her to the ground.
"Let her go!" She heard a booming, unfamiliar voice. The man let her go immediately and she fell to her knees.
She looked up to see a menacing looking, bulky man. But what she really noticed was the apron he was wearing…it was covered in blood. Most likely human blood. Then there was the grizzly scene behind him. There was what looked like an operation table and an array of saws and knives, and the distasteful smell of bleach. She focused back on the man as he knelt in front of her.
His eyes were icy, and fierce, he tipped her chin up. He stood again and met the eyes of the man that had been dragging her.
"You. Hurt. Her." He snarled, the man actually took a step back.
She looked behind her,
"Shouldn't have done that." The man said in a scarily calm voice.
"Ple-" The man began, fear evident in his eyes. She began to look away, but the next thing she knew. Her previous attacker had a razor sharp dagger thrust directly into his heart. She stared, astonished for a moment, as he dropped to the ground, blood gushing out of his mouth and nose.
She turned away, and swallowed, looking back to the man in front of her.
He smiled, sweetly, but she wasn't fooled at all.
"Unbind her." He ordered of the other men.
"What if she runs?" Carlos asked.
"I like the hunt." The man said, Jules breathed out slowly, relaxing her muscles.
Seconds later, she felt her wrists being stripped of the tape, her lips next.
She hadn't broken eye contact with the man above her then, she finally did.
He knelt in front of her, and twirled a lock of her hair in his dirty fingers.
"You have beautiful hair." He whispered, adoringly. "And amazing eyes. They tell a beautiful story."
"Why are you doing this?" She asked calmly, he smiled.
"That won't work on me sweet-heart. I've worked with your kind before. I know all about negotiating, and having you is a treat. Having someone…" He stroked her cheek, "So strong, and vibrant."
She pulled away, and he laughed,
"A feisty one. All the more fun." He murmured, then kissed her cheek.
She'd had enough, and against her better judgement…she slapped him.
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Sam
We found Spike within time. It felt like it took forever, and then it took more time to maneuver the vans through the woods. But, with Spike's helpful details and the help of being able to track the phone, they had found him quickly. Spike had resurfaced to consciousness about 5 minutes later, and now he stood in the small clearing with the rest of the team and the agents where him and Jules had been ambushed…again.
His head beat against the inside of his skull, and he took a deep breath, trying to think clearly.
"Did she have a cell on her?" Wordy asked, and Spike shook his head,
"The only phone we had with us, was this one."
Sam tightened his hands into fists, then relaxed. He wasn't angry with Spike of course, but he was slowly unraveling.
Suck it up, Braddock. That isn't what Jules needs right now.
"We have no way we can track her." Spike said, miserably, "I'm so sorry."
Sarge looked up sharply, "Spike, there is no way in hell, that this is your fault."
"I could have…I should have had her back better."
Throughout the entire conversation, Sam's mind was reeling, something was on the edge of his thoughts, the tip of his tongue.
He closed his eyes for a second.
"So how do we pro-" One of the agent's began.
Sam gasped, his eyes flashing open, all eyes turned to him.
"What is it, Sam?" Sarge asked.
"Her watch…She wears a watch that has a miniature tracker embedded in it."
He got an array of looks from Wordy, Ed, and Spike, but he ignored it, more worried about finding the woman he loved.
"It won't work." Spike sighed, defeated after a few seconds. "They took all of our possessions, including…her watch."
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