When Amaro walked into the precinct with a fresh pair of eyes, and a rejuvenated kick in his step, he was surprised that he was the first one there. He had become used to his partner, and on most occasions,Rollins tending to be the last ones to leave, and the first ones there. They generally made coffee for the other detectives, and jumped right into the chaos they spent there days trying to contain, without binking an eye. There absent presence was odd, to say the least.
"Hey Captin" he heard Fin call, as he dumped coffee grounds and cool water into the coffee maker - it wasn't going to make itself, and no one really knew what would happen if they all didn't have their morning cup of Joe - Munch in particular. Hope this isn't the consistency of tar this time, Munch is going to kill me. "Benson and Rollins get a lead or somethin?" The Captain, who was surprised at Fins comment, stood up from his desk with knees creaking, and walked over to the coffee pot. One of these days, they would need to get a new one, but with the economy the way it had been, they were luck they had that one at all. "No, they're running late. They both did stay up for almost twenty-four hours trying to close this case." Taking note of Amaro and Fins faces, he decided a little reassurance would be needed. "You both have paperwork to finish I believe, in the mean time give them fifteen minutes - I'm sure they will be around."
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Amanda could feel the blood tricking down her back, in a slow trickle, like a faucet that had been left on overnight to keep the pipes from freezing in the wintertime - but that was the least of her worries. She could hear Olivia's short breaths, and she was sure they matched her own, they were both worn out. After managing to get both of their hands unbound, Olivia and Amanda looked to find a way out. The windows, if you could call them that, were painted over, the door wouldn't budge no matter how hard they pulled, and they had no way to contact the outside world. After finding no way out of the basement like cell, they broke the chair that resided in the corner of the room with the intentions of arming themselves. "It's not much" Amanda says with a grunt as she finds herself falling back into the wall, "but it looks like it's the only thing we have." Looking over Olivia looks exasperated, she had fallen backwards into the mattress when they pulled the chair apart, and Amanda could have found herself laughing, if the situation hadn't been so deplorable. "Let me help you up."
Olivia decided, if she ever moved into a new apartment, the walls would never, ever be yellow. Stupid, putrid yellow. Grabbing Amanda's hand, her back aches, but she can only imagine the pain Amanda must be in, after all, she had fallen on that nail that lead to their partial freedoms. "Amanda" she says setting the flimsy chair leg beside her, "let me look at your back." Olivia watches as Amanda is hesitant, "I'm fine, it's just a scratch." "Just a scratch huh, doesn't look like it with that much blood on your shirt. Let me see. Maybe we need to stop the bleeding. Who knows how long were going to be here." Amanda finds herself meeting Olivia's eyes, the weight of her words sinking in, "okay."
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He was watching them through the cameras he had placed in the vibrant yellow sickening room, and they were making him smile. What compassion between the pair of them. Earlier in the day, he had left little Emma where he was sure the big bad man who was with his brunette little beauty, would find her. After drugging her, he decided to give them a gesture of good faith, after all his luck was about to change, so he left her alive, for a little while, it was the least he could do. Throughout dinner he watched them. As they broke the one chair they had, and attempted to find a way out by pounding on the painted window frames, he was gleeful. There is no way out my lovelies, and the sooner you realize that the better.
The chicken he tried to eat, was tough. The veggies were limp, and not at all picked to perfection. The little farmer from the farmers market around the corner was wrong, but what did he expect - In his euphoria, he was sloppy, and as long as it came to the veggies, he was alright with it. Rinsing his dirty plate, he methodically scrubbed the sinks and the cup and the silverware he used. The counters he bleached, and the floors he swept all with a smile on his pale little face. Oh yes, it was time to pay them a visit.
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They could hear the pipes in the walls and the water running through them, and Olivia wondered how the neighbors heard nothing. Assuming there were neighbors, from everything around her that she saw, and the noises she heard, she had no idea where the hell they were, and could only hope they found them soon - they were running out of time. Amanda looked pale, and the blood Olivia had tried to wipe away, that stained her hand and her shirt front, was not helping. After stopping the bleeding the best she could, she ended up wrapping part of Amanda shirt around her middle, tightly with knots. The wounds wasn't bad, but the nail was rusted, and who knows what the hell they were exposing themselves to.
"Olivia" Amanda says in a whisper, breaking her from her thoughts, "the noise has stopped." Olivia looked up for a second, listening for the sound of footsteps, then nods at the blonde, as dirt falls from the ceiling. Creeping over to the bed frame they anchor themselves behind it. If they couldn't get out, they could at least protect themselves from whatever was coming down to meet them. Olivia finds herself shivering, from the cold or from the terror she feels, she cannot decide, but looking over at Amanda briefly, she grabs her empty hand and squeezes. They would get out of this alive. I've been through too much shit to end my life like this. I won't be a victim. As Amanda catches Olivia's eye, she feels a brief moment of hope, maybe they could get out of this, but when the door opens with a bang, and the footsteps are heavy she questions herself.
"Hello loves."