AN: Sorry. That's all I can say. I think I have this figured out with the DID. Just getting better :) I love reviews. Keep in mind this is very SY FY. I KNOW this wouldn't be possible in the medical world, but we live in fanfiction world where anything is possible. Creep factor only increasing with future chapters. LONG story.
Clyde tinkered in his lab, carefully calculating the chemicals and doses he needed to ensure it was perfect. The compound had been texted to him by the "higher ups" just an hour ago.
When he had first seen it, he had whistled. It was absolutely complex and required exact dosing of the chemicals. There was no room for error for this makeup, he had to be precise. And he was damn good at his job; he had excelled in chemistry throughout high school and college; he enjoyed it, he thrived in it. And that was why he was in this program, that was why he was paid more than six figures. The job was risky, hell yes it was, but the literal payoff made up for it. He could live comfortably without a care for bills, all he had to do was be able to craft, mix and occasionally administer the chemical compounds. He was also in charge of monitoring the effects on its victim; reporting to the higher ups any findings.
And that is where the chip came into play. The chip that had been administered and placed when their newest victim had first arrived; a chip that everyone brought into the program got. It was a high tech device that monitored everything. It recorded and reported back everything from heart rate, oxygen saturations, blood pressures, all the way to a panic attack. The higher ups could and would monitor in real time; if something became a problem they would be able to have Doc intervene, if they began to see a pattern that concerned them, they could pull the plug.
And now, well now he knew they were monitoring their newest acquisition and waiting for her transport to Tulsa. But they wanted it done differently this time; they knew she was high risk. They understood, just like he did, that she had to be moved. Immediately. Time was not on their side; he knew the place would be crawling with FBI agents. And their current location was only seven miles east of the abduction site.
Tulsa was where it was at. Well, just outside Tulsa in a small town called Glenpool; population less than 14,000 people. It was perfect; and it was secretive. The compound was on a cattle ranch. It was safe. Safe and rural. And hardly utilized. It was a rarity that the higher ups accessed the Tulsa compound and they only did for high risk endeavors. But apparently this one was worth the risk; apparently the benefits outweigh the risks for them.
And Clyde still didn't like it. Didn't like it one bit. He stood up to stretch and glanced over at the monitors from the abduction site. 'Fuck' he muttered, the feds were already crawling over the place. They were out of time. He took in a deep breath and loaded the syringe before meeting Doc outside.
"Chopper is landing now; we load her and take her to the jet. Jet is already preparing for take off." Clyde explained to Doc.
Doc nodded, glancing back at the area that held their prisoner. "I've never done anything like this before, I don't know how it will go." He warned.
Clyde smiled before pulling out another syringe. "I've got something to counteract it if needed. But from what I saw, the compound is pretty solid. But we need to move. Now. FBI is already crawling around."
"Fucking roaches," Doc growled before nodding and heading into the room.
He licked his lips and nodded at Leaff as he stood up, nodding at the two men. "She's pretty out of it still."
Doc froze, "out of it enough to transport her with just another sedative? I do not want to paralyze her…"
Clyde cleared his throat, "I don't mean to argue but the higher ups made it very clear what they wanted. I am not one to go against what they set forward." He knew they would have hell to pay if he did so.
Doc scoffed, but he knew Clyde was right. He grabbed his gloves as Clyde set aside the needed equipment. Neither one of them spoke as they closed in around JJ.
"Lets keep her asleep while we do this; I won't give her anything to keep her asleep but won't wake her. If she wakes up, she does so on her own." Doc explained, as he pressed his stethoscope to JJ's chest, listening to her heartbeat. "Alright Clyde, go ahead." He said, watching as Clyde grabbed the IV and began injecting the liquid.
There was a response instantly, JJ's eyes shot open and Doc saw the panic in them. He knew that she knew, he knew she was feeling the paralysis set in from the chemical. Feeling as her lungs could no longer expand on their own. "Okay, hon, hold on." He cooed, forcing her mouth open. He guided the instrument into her mouth, ignoring the way her eyes pleaded with him. He ignored the sound of the machines alarming that she was struggling to breathe. He focused completely on what he had been ordered to do.
He was thankful she couldn't fight, it would have made his job a hell of a lot more difficult. Experly he guided the tube down her throat and attached the bag, before Clyde began squeezing it forcing air in and out. He pressed the stethoscope back down and smiled when he heard air being moved. He backed away and then looked back down at his victim. There was panic in her eyes, for the first time, he saw fear in her eyes.
And now he understood why the higher ups wanted this. The woman desperately wanted to fight, to defend herself. But she couldn't; she couldn't even breathe on her own. She was completely dependent on them for everything. And Doc's smile spread as he sat next to her and stripped all the blankets away from her; she was now nude and she was powerless. Taking his hands, he began running them up and down her body, knowing it was driving her mad.
"See baby, we are in charge. Not you. We do what we want." He laughed before reaching over and stopping Clyde from squeezing the bag. Instantly, he watched as her eyes grew wider. "And if you act up again, we stop squeezing. Deal?" He nodded and Clyde began squeezing again.
"Sir?" Doc turned to see Leaff in the room, "chopper is ready. Right outside."
Doc nodded and then looked at his watch before back down at JJ. "here is the deal; we have to go on a trip. You are going to get on a medical chopper then a medical transport." He reached over and with Leaff's assitance, began applying the restraints to her ankles and wrists. "if you behave and relax, I will let that drug wear off and we can get that nasty tube out of your mouth. What do you say?" He ran his hand through JJ's blonde hair. She only glared.
Nobody spoke as two more men entered the room. JJ could only watch as they hovered over her, watched as they talked about her, watched as they touched her and moved her.
"Are you cold sweetie?" She heard one of them say. "Lets get you a blanket and we will get out of here." Instantly, she felt something warm being draped over her, it was tucked under her chin and shoulders. "There ya go,"
JJ didn't know what was happening; the next moment she felt movement and saw flashes of the building she had been held in. And then brightlight came down and JJ realized she was outside; a breeze rustled her hair. But she couldn't turn, she couldn't do anything as she kept moving.
And then she heard the familiar sound of the helicopter blades running. And she knew right then they were moving her. She was being moved again. Moved further and further away from her team. Further away from rescue.
She closed her eyes, not able to do anything else but try and calm herself. She had to keep herself calm or her team would never find her.
"Hold on baby girl," she heard Leaff say and suddenly felt herself being loaded into the helicopter. She was jostled about before coming to a complete stop. The chopper lifted off quickly and JJ looked around. Doc was with her, but she didn't recognize the other men.
"Hi there, you are curious aren't you?" One of them spoke to her softly, "I promise I will not hurt you. I just need to get you to your next flight." He smiled and JJ found herself wanting to vomit. "Oh, okay, okay, don't fight me sweetie." He told her, seeing that she was starting to fight him bagging her. "Doc, I think she is ready to breathe on her own."
Doc nodded and looked over at JJ. "If you so much as yell, I will do this all over again. Deal." He growled. JJ only stared as Doc reached over and disconnected the bag. "Take a deep breath and blow out," he ordered and suddenly yanked the tube out. JJ immediately began coughing, her throat raw from the tube.
Doc sat and watched, knowing she was desperate for water. But he didn't offer. Instead, he waited for a plea, an excuse… anything from her to show she got the picture. That they were in charge.
He watched as the coughing slowed and she was able to turn her head to look at him. Her wrists and ankles still restrained. Her icy blue eyes met his and he was sure she was about to beg to be let go, to go home, to stop hurting her…
Instead, his rage only grew as the first words out of her mouth were clearly directed at him. "Fuck you."