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Brittany lay on the hard bed in the shady motel she was staying at in New Jersey. She was staring at the ceiling and thinking of Santana, and Kyle. She knew that she had done the right thing, she was only trying to protect the people that she loved, it was admirable. She hoped that Santana had listened to her though, and called Katherine and Grant, because they would be able to help. The shrill ring of the hotel room phone ripped her from her thoughts.
"Hello?" she answered, assuming it was concerning the pizza she had ordered.
"Brittany, Brittany, Brittany." Brittany gasped as the all to familiar voice came over the phone. "You know, the fact that you left Santana all alone was kind of stupid of you, though you wanted to protect her didn't you?"
"Don't fucking touch her!" Brittany snarled into the phone.
"Too late." Dan said, Brittany could hear the twisted smile in his voice.
"What do you mean?" she asked, her blood went cold, too late? Too late?
"I mean she is right here with me, aren't you San?"
"Don't fucking call me that." came the unmistakable voice of Santana Lopez.
"SANTANA!" Brittany screamed into the phone, and all she was met with was Dan's cruel laughter.
"Well Brittany, I'll be in touch, have a great night. I know I will." Dan said. Just as Brittany was going to say something she heard a scream like one she had never heard come from Santana, then more laughter and the click of the other line being hung up.
"FUCK!" Brittany screamed as she slammed the phone down and fired a pillow across the room.
xxxxx
5 hours earlier
Santana was pacing the apartment waiting for Grant to arrive, Mercedes had come an hour before with a large coffee and took Kyle to her apartment. Now she was left alone with her thoughts, Grant was late, and Santana didn't take that as a good sign. She had tried to sit down and watch TV but that just made her more anxious. She decided that maybe she should call him back, she got out her phone and just as she was about to dial the doorbell rang. She made it to the door faster than she ever thought she could move. Grant was standing there looking grim, which didn't help Santana's worries.
"We need to go to the office." Grant said in a very monotone voice.
"Where's Katherine? Why are we going to the office?" Santana asked confused, Grant had said that he and Katherine would come to her apartment. "Is something wrong?"
"No, everything is fine, just come with me please."
Santana nodded in agreement, grabbed her jacket and followed Grant out the door, looking it behind her. Grant was silent as they walked down to the parking garage after they exited the elevator. Santana let the older man lead her to his stereotypical black SUV, and slid in the front seat without a word.
"Where's Kyle?" Grant asked after driving for a few moments.
"With my best friend Mercedes and her husband Sam." Santana responded quietly as she watched the city rush by her window.
"Good, we may be a while." Grant responded.
Santana had never been to the Witness Protection office before but she had expected it to be in the actual city, not outside of it. She turned to look at Grant to ask him how much longer and for the first time noticed the pained and nervous expression on his face. Her heart sunk, something was wrong, she wasn't headed to the Witness Protection office.
"Grant where are you taking me?" she asked in a shaky voice.
"I'm sorry Santana, he has Katherine, and for me to get her back he wants you, and she means more to me than anything in the world." Grant said, tears forming in his eyes as he turned down an unmarked dirt road.
"You can't! You can't take me to him! We have to find Brittany! He's gonna hurt her!" she yelled. She started looking around weighing her options, the car was going way to fast for her to jump out and survive plus she had absolutely no idea where she was. She was stuck in a car with a man who was supposed to help, heading towards a psychopathic murderer who wanted her girlfriend dead. She was screwed.
After a few minutes more of passing nothing but trees a large, old house came into view at the end of the lane. Santana knew that's where they were headed, and sure enough a few minutes later they pulled into it's long driveway and halted right in front of the front door. A man walked out as the car was put into park. Grant got out and the other man opened Santana's door.
"Dan cannot wait to meet you." the man stated as he literally yanked Santana from the car and pulled her over his shoulder.
She began to kick and scream, but there was no one around to help her and no one to hear her. She continued to kick and scream all the way until she was set down in the house's dark and damp unfinished basement. The man sat her in a chair and proceeded to duck tape her wrists and ankles to the chair's arms and legs. The man left after he finished but not before telling her that Dan would be down momentarily. She struggled against the tape for a few minutes but it was no use, it was to strong and was now cutting into her wrists. She felt her heart sink as she heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
A man stood in front of her with a crazy smile firmly in place on his mouth. Santana was surprised, the man looked completely normal, even some what attractive. She had expected him to just look crazy, and the only thing that looked crazy about this man was his insane crooked smile. He was tall, about five foot ten, skinny, and had medium length brown hair with hazel eyes. Though his appearance was normal, Santana was instantly more scared than she had ever been in her entire life, more scared than when she had been attacked by Kyle's father.
"Good evening Santana, I have been dying to meet you." he said in a quiet, smooth, and even voice that had a definite eerie quality to it.
"Dan, I presume." she said with confidence she didn't know she had.
"I was warned that you were a feisty one Ms. Lopez, and I must say your little boy looks just like you." he said, pulling a chair from across the room over to where Santana was and sat in front of her, crossing his legs.
"You ever go near him again and I will kill you!" Santana screamed.
"Oh Santana, I would never hurt a child, no, I just needed Brittany to know that I was coming for her, thats all, I would never hurt your son, he is too cute." he said with an insane giggle. "Now, what do you say we give your beautiful fiancé a call, shall we?"
"I don't know where she is." Santana answered honestly.
"Oh but I do, Santana, I do." he answered and pulled out his cellphone, he dialed a number and put it on speaker, but held a knife to Santana's throat and told her not to speak.
"Hello?" Brittany's voice came on the line and Santana let out a sigh of relief that Brittany was indeed still alive.
"Brittany, Brittany, Brittany." Brittany gasped causing Dan to smile. "You know, the fact that you left Santana all alone was kind of stupid of you, though you wanted to protect her didn't you?"
"Don't fucking touch her!" Brittany snarled into the phone.
"Too late." Dan said, Brittany could hear the twisted smile in his voice.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean she is right here with me, aren't you San?" he asked her removing the knife signaling she was able to talk.
"Don't fucking call me that." she said, her voice came out in a growl.
"SANTANA!" Brittany screamed into the other line and Santana wanted to shout back but the knife was back at her throat.
"Well Brittany, I'll be in touch, have a great night. I know I will." Dan said. He removed the knife from Santana's throat and sliced down one side of her face with it causing her to scream out in pain. She could hear Brittany cursing on the other line as Dan hung up the phone.
xxxx
Present Time
"So what, are you just going to torture me? Is that why you got Grant to bring me here, is that why you took Katherine?" Santana snarled as she felt blood running her face.
"Took Katherine? What? Oh! Is that what he told you, he is smart isn't he? No, he has been working with me since the beginning, he was my best friend from childhood." Dan said with another one of his laughs. "But to your first question yes, I know the only way I will get Brittany to come to me is if she will be saving your life, so I have to put you in a position where you need to be saved don't I?"
With that Dan began to hit Santana, he hit absolutely every inch of her body, she screamed and cried but no one came to help her. After a while he stopped. She was in so much pain she couldn't process what he was doing next. He pulled out the knife again and began to go at her arm with it. He ended up carving his name, DAN, into the flesh of her arm. After he was finished with that he said,
"So you will always remember me, think of me everyday." he dropped the knife on the ground and left the semiconscious Santana in the chair in the basement alone.
xxx
"Where the hell is Santana? I'm starting to get worried." Mercedes said to Sam as Kyle slept on the couch.
"Cedes, I'm sure she is fine." Sam said trying to comfort his wife, but his years of a police officer were making his instincts tell him that something was indeed wrong.
There was a knock at the door and Sam jumped up to get it, he opened the door and there standing in front of him was Brittany.
"Brittany! What the hell is going on?" Mercedes said loudly as she ran forward and hugged Brittany.
"He has her." she said, and Mercedes stepped away. "He has Santana."
Before anyone else could say anything Brittany's cellphone, which she had just turned back on, rang. The caller ID said Santana, which meant it was him of course.
"Hello?" she said, holding on to the shred of hope that her girlfriend might actually be the one on the other line.
"Brittany! How are you this fine evening?" Dan's malicious voice asked.
"What the fuck do you want? Let her go!" Brittany all but screamed into the phone.
"I'm gonna send you a video. You might want to show it to your cop friend with the big lips." Dan said and hung up.
"What the fuck!" Brittany screamed in frustration. Her phone made a noise signaling she had a text from Santana's phone. It was the video Dan said he was sending.
"What did he send?" Sam asked.
"A video." Brittany said, and made the video full screen before pressing play. She, Sam, and Mercedes all crowded around the small screen of Brittany's Iphone.
They all gasped as they saw what the video was, it was Santana, being beaten. The video went on for ten minutes of Santana screaming, and crying, and being beaten. Brittany, Mercedes, and Sam were all crying hysterically but they couldn't look away. The video ended with Dan carving his name into the skin on Santana's left arm. Then Santana let out one final sob before the screen went black and the video was over. They all stood in silence not knowing what to do. Sam was the first to react and his police officer training kicked in.
"I'm gonna call my station, have them open an investigation and trace that call." he said running away to make the call. The other two moved into the living room where Kyle was miraculously still asleep on the couch.
Brittany sat next to him, crying silently and stroking his hair. Eventually after a few minutes he stirred and looked up. For a moment he was confused and then his eyes shone with recognition.
"Momma!" he cried launching himself into her arms, she embraced him tightly, holding on as if both, as if all three of their lives depended on it.