I'm sooo verry sorry about the wait. I wrote the entire chapter and then my stupid computer didnt save it! :O So I had to re-write it. I hope you enjoy this next chapter.
Warning: Some violence
Jules was frantic. She shouldn't have let Taylor talk to her. It was too dangerous.
"Spike did you get a lock on it?" Jules asked desperately. Only to have the man shake his head sadly, "Sorry Jules, call didn't last long enough."
"Damn..." Greg cursed rubbing the top of his bare head. "We need to stay objective. Okay?"
The team nodded weakly.
"Winnie, I need an APB out for a red dodge caravan. Put out an amber alert for Taylor too." Ed hated to say it but they had a child abduction, hopefully it would work on their side. People would hear about a missing child, they would keep their eyes open.
"Copy that." Winnie replied quickly.
"Spike, get what you can on Derek Michaels and jules, you take Ryan Edwards." Greg ordered. "Wordy and Ed go to Amy Johnson's apartment and see what you can get her to tell you. Spike, Jules, get me a number and I'm going to try to talk to them."
"Alright boss, Derek Michael's cell number is 123-456-7890." Spike told Greg.
"Let's bring them home."
Sam winced as the car abruptly came to a stop, jolting his sore shoulders. Ryan faced him, knife in hand, "Don't you try anything." He warned, cutting Sam's bonds and removing the gag.
"What exactly do you want from us?" Sam demanded angrily only to receive a swift slap to his cheek. "Okay..."
"Shut up and come with us."
Sam was taller than Ryan but Ryan had more muscle than Sam did, he probably out weighed the blonde officer by thirty pounds. I can take him, Sam thought I himself, but he quickly discarded the thought as Taylor came out. The kid was a mess. Her nose was bright red and her cheeks were tear stained. Her eyes were puffy and her face had a strained grimace plasters on it. Sam winced as he saw her arm; it was bent at an unnatural angle in two places.
"Let's go."
Sam and Taylor were led into a small house on a dirt road. Inside the house, it was weird. There were bottles of chemicals and powders in the kitchen, while in the living room there were guns. Lots of guns.
The two were led to the basement. It was dark except for the sunlight coming in the small window. There was a mattress and a blanket in the corner. The door slammed shut leaving Sam and Taylor alone. After a moment of silence, Sam turned to his daughter, "Are you okay?" He asked.
The grimace turned into a pained grin, "They are gonna find us, Daddy."
"I know Taylor but are you okay?" Sam asked again.
"Guess what?" She chirped, ignoring his question again.
With a sigh he decided to ask her again later, "What?"
Reaching into her jacket pocket, she pulled out two things; a small black square... And a cell phone.
"I gotted your phone." She whispered.
Sam looked at her in amazement, "How did you...?"
"Uncle Ryan threw it on the ground and it fell near me so I took it." She explained. "Call?"
She didn't have to ask him twice, slipping the battery into the right place he quickly dialed Jules' number.
"Sam?!" It only rang once.
"Hey Jules, me and Taylor are in a bit of a predicament... Care to assist us?"
He asked cockily.
"Are you guys okay?" She asked.
"We'll be okay." He didn't mention Taylor's broken arm.
"What about Taylor?" She asked.
"Broken arm, she'll be okay. Right?" He looked the girl.
Taylor nodded, "Ask her if she has my coloring book... I losted it!"
"Do you have her coloring book?" Sam laughed, if they got out of this, he would buy her a million coloring books.
"Yeah, yeah Wordy's got it." Jules confirmed.
"She has it." He said in her direction then he heard footsteps. "They're coming."
"Hide the phone. keep it on. We will track it."
"Bye."
"Wait Sam..."
"Yeah?"
"Be safe." She sighed.
"Will do."
Spike cried out triumphantly when he got a lock on the phone call. "Boss! Boss, I've got a lock on the call! 77 David Lane."
"Let's go."
He put he phone under the mattress and sat down on it, Taylor following in suit. Heavy footsteps were heard, trudging down the stairs. Sam gulped,
"Don't say anything."
Taylor nodded quietly. Looking down at her shoes. Then the footsteps ceased and three men approached them; Derek, Ryan, and another man.
"Samuel Braddock?" The man asked gruffly.
"That's me." Sam replied with a cocky grin. "You can call me Sam."
"Shut up." Ryan growled.
"Alright let's not get too-" Sam was cut off when Derek reached forward and punched him straight in the nose.
"Ow."
"He said shut up." Derek glared at the blonde man.
"Is this about me doing it with your girl friend?" Sam asked, holding his bleeding nose. All he had to do was stall until he team got there.
"She should be my kid. Amy won't even consider kids because of you." Derek said angrily.
"Just tell us what you know, kid." The man grunted. "We'll let you go if you do."
Taylor frowned, "I know you..." her eye brows knit together as she thought.
"Now do you? Who am I then?" The man smirked. He was tall and tan
with brown hair and green eyes. The man was well muscled and was dressed in a suit.
"You're..." Taylor started but was cut off when a phone began to ring.
Dereks eyes widened, "Hello?"
"Derek Michaels? I'm Greg parker from the-"
"That's great." Derek snapped before hanging up.
Sam stood quickly, landing a punch on his Ryan's face. Derek jumped on Sam, pulling his hands behind his back. Sam only countered, flipping him over.
"Daddy!" Taylor cried as the unknown man grabbed her injured arm.
Hearing her cry Sam's head shot up making him vulnerable for a minute. Derek and Ryan took advantage of that, they grabbed his arms ad wrenched them behind his back. Sam cried out as his sore shoulders were man handled.
"Where are your cuffs?" The unknown man demanded angrily.
Sam was silent.
"You need a reason? How about this?" He squeezed Taylor's arm cruelly.
"Owww!"
"okay.. Okay. Back pocket." as soon a he said it they retrieved the hand cuffs.
Sam felt the cold bite of the metal being closed around his wrists.
"Derek Michaels and Ryan Edwards! This is Greg Parker from the strategic response unit! Do you want to come out so we can talk about this?"
It happened fast Jules, Wordy and Ed came down the stairs fast. Sounds were slurred together in Taylor's mind, "You're..." for the third time Taylor was cut off. She felt pain explode in her stomach as she fell to the ground. He shot her.
