By: Morgan
Disclaimer: Saban owns all PR material and characters. I only own the stuff I create myself. Please don't sue me.
Distribution: Anywhere as long as you inform me first.
Rating: R for language, adult situations, and violence.
My Notes: Please read and review. Thank you to all the people who have read and reviewed, it is always welcome. This may be last chapter, but I'll see what people have to say and decide later if another will be posted. Thanks. ~Morgan~
*****
A. G. P. D.
Saturday, July 4, 2000 9:54 P.M.
Angel Grove, Ca
Cynthia held her daughter close to her side as she rubbed her forehead and whispered soothing words into her ears. She remembered doing this for hours when there would be a storm or a monster in the closet when Kim had been a little girl. Back then, the whisper of her comforting words would put her daughter ease, but that was not going to cut it now. Usually, Kim would have already been in bed, exhausted from the days events and her strength wavering from sharing her body with another precious life, but she just sat there, in that uncomfortable metal chair, staring at her wedding band and praying to anyone that was listening to get her baby safely back in her arms. She couldn't help but wonder what her daughter was doing at that moment. Was she safe? Was she cold and scared, with no one to ease her fears as her mother comforted her? Was she even still alive? That was her worst fear, that her daughter's treasurable life had been cut short, never to even learn to ride her bike or throw a roundhouse kick. That very question haunted her very mind, soul, and spirit.
Sparing a glance toward her husband, she closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to make the insatiable ache that resided there go away. They were the only three people in the room, and the tension could be cut with a knife. Suddenly, the heavy wooden doors to the room they were in bolted open. Lieutenant Shawn Apkins rushed in with a slight smile on his face.
"Mr. and Mrs. Oliver, we have found a major clue in finding out where your daughter is. About an hour ago, a gentleman named Steve Lenora called in and informed us that his daughter found your baby's doll laying in the middle of a road up in the northern mountainous regions of Angel Grove."
"An hour ago? You've known this for an hour and you didn't tell us? Why aren't there police officers up there all ready, and why aren't we there?! She could be hurt or..." She jumped from her seat, demanding the answers no one seemed to want to give her.
"Okay Kim, it's okay." Tommy went and took her in his arms as she tried to fight him off. The fact that they could have had their daughter back already and that the police had not told them the second they found out that they had a lead made her blood boil with anger. She knew she should not be this mad and that her anger flowed from the whole situation in general, but she was tired of sitting around and doing nothing. She was tired of being useless.
"Stop it Beautiful, or you're going to hurt the baby. We don't want to do that now do we?" He grabbed her wrists and held them firmly to her chest until she stopped fighting him to get free from his grasp. She wrapped her arms around his slim waste and buried her head in his muscular chest, sobbing from frustration and exhaustion. He looked to Lieutenant Apkins, "Well, what are we waiting for? Lets get going."
*****
Old Cabin
Saturday, July 4, 2000 11:34 P.M.
Angel Grove, Ca
"Hey Jack, what are we going to do with the little kid over there? She won't eat and she won't let me near her without crying."
"Do I look like I know, Josh? Damn, you have a kid, you should know."
"I have a kid, but I don't know nothing about no kids Jack."
"Look, I don't care, let the little bitch starve for all I care. I'm not staying up all night trying to feed her. If she doesn't want to eat she will just have to go hungry." Jack went to the far corner of the small, one room cabin and laid down on a little cot set up. Josh looked toward the opposite end of the room, where Elizabeth was tied up and shivering with cold. Her cheeks were red and blotchy from crying and she looked like she was fighting off sleep with everything she had.
"Did you bring an extra blanket for her, she is cold..."
"Give her one of yours man, and if she makes another sound put that tape back on her freaking mouth and throw her down in that hidden storage thing in the floor under that rug." Jack said as he turned on the cot to face the wooden wall it was pushed up against.
*****
"Okay, this is where the dog was laying. We found some tire tracks that lead up this mountain here to an abandoned cabin that an old couple used to own. We are pretty sure that is where they are hiding out and we have every reason to believe your daughter is still alive. Some hikers said they heard a child crying about two hours ago close by here. We are going to send investigators and cops up there to check it out first before you are allowed to go up there. They are all ready and have their gear on, all we need is an okay from the main boss."
"What is taking so long," Kim asked, her patience wearing thin, from the back-seat of a squad car. Tommy was restraining as best he could from running up the mountain and busting through the cabin door himself. It frustrated him that he wasn't leading this case like he usually did. It wasn't easy sitting back and letting someone else do his job for him for once, especially since his daughter's life was at stake.
"Okay, lets move in. Everyone watch where you are going and don't do anything stupid. We can't fuck this one up. Move out." Thirty men and women with guns and bulletproof vests made their way through the thick foliage, only a hundred yards from the cabin as quietly as possible. They noticed that a light was on and were halted to a stop as Lieutenant Apkins made his way up to the porch of the rundown cabin. Looking in the window, he saw one man, Jack, laying in a far corner apparently asleep. On the other side, about four feet from the window he was looking in, he saw another man who appeared to be in his forties with a little girl, Elizabeth, the girl he was risking his life for. He was holding up a banana, seemingly to feed the small child. She shook her head and looked away, tears streaming down her pudgy, splotchy cheeks. Just as he was about to turn and signal the others to surround the house, the boards beneath him made a loud creaking noise. He ducked down and prayed that no one inside the house had heard the troublesome noise.
Josh's head whipped around as he heard a noise come from outside on the porch. His heart pounded in his chest as he walked over to the old fireplace filled with old, dirty newspapers and he grabbed the shotgun that lay on the mantel. Slowly, he made his way over to where Jack was sleeping and shook him awake.
Jack awoke with a start. "What do you want now? Jeezus Josh..."
"Jack, someone's outside."
"Awe, shit. Put the little brat under the floor. Where's my fucking gun?"
"Jack, it's over," Josh said as he looked out the window and saw the officers surrounding the small cabin. "There's cops everywhere man. We're toast."
"No, it's not over Josh. It's not over until all of them are dead or we are dead. Now put the girl under the floor or I'll kill you and do it myself."
Looking at Josh, Jack saw that he was not going to help him anymore. With a sickening look in his face, Jack stalked his way over to where Liz was tied up on the floor. He took his large pocket knife off his belt and opened it. Taking the duct tape off the floor, he cut it and covered her mouth, layering three strips on top of each other to make sure her cries would not be heard. He picked her up from her arms, which were tied behind her back, almost breaking the fragile bones in the process. She cried out, but could not be heard as he opened the door to the small hole dug in the ground underneath the cabin floor and covered by a think rug. He threw her in and slammed the wooden door shut, not caring that the child would be scared to death in the pitch black, grave-like hole.
Liz cried as all of the light fading from the dirt hole. She couldn't possible understand what was happening to her.
"Give me that," Jack ordered as he tore the shotgun from Josh's grasp.
"I'm going out there and I'm going to turn myself in. You can do what you want, but I'm not helping you anymore. You're on your own." Josh went to the cabin door and slowly slid it open. The officers surrounding the house readied their guns, waiting to make a move if need be. He stepped out on the porch and was suddenly blinded by the light produced from two helicopters flying above.
Jack could not believe it was all over. Even though he acted like he was going to get out of this alive and free, deep down he knew that he was either going to prison or six feet under.
'No way, I will not die. I am invincible damnit!'. Loading two bullets into the shotgun, Jack made his way to the door, the gun behind his back.
"Put your hands up!" Lieutenant Apkins yelled from the side of the porch.
Suddenly, Jack pulled the gun from behind his back, firing it he shot Josh and turned and fired again, killing Lieutenant Apkins and Josh instantly. Bullet flew from every direction, hitting Jack and killing him as well before he even had the chance to lower the shotgun.
Tommy and Kim ran up the pathway, Kim a little behind Tommy as officers rushed in to check on the wounded officers and make sure the assailants were dead. After checking Lieutenant Sean Apkin's pulse and trying to resuscitate him, he was pronounced dead. officers swarmed into the cabin, trying to find the missing girl. They looked around the room, seeing nothing but an old cot, some canned goods, and a fireplace filled with garbage. Tommy and Kim hurried as fast as they could into the lonely cabin, hoping to be reunited with their baby after a long and grueling night. As she looked around, seeing her child no where, Kim began to sob in hysterics.
"Where is she? Where is my baby?"
"We don't know Mrs. Oliver, but we will find her," one female police officer said as she took her helmet off and wiped some sweat off of her forehead.
"No, she's in here, I know she is. I can feel it..." Kim said as she got odd looks from the other people.
"Mrs. Oliver, maybe you..."
"Wait, did you guys hear that? Everyone shut the fuck up and listen..." Tommy said as he dared anyone to make a peep or say a word.
When everyone had closed their mouths and the cabin was silent, everyone strained to hear what Tommy had though he had heard. Then, a softy banging sound came from underneath where some of the officers and reporters were standing.
"Move," Captain Rogers said as he lifted the heavy rug off the dusty, wood floor. Underneath was a rotted door with a rusty handle barely attached to it. Opening the entryway, they found Liz curled up in a ball, hands tied to her back, tape over her mouth, shaking and crying from the cold, darkness, and fear that overcame her tiny body.
"Oh my baby! Thank you God, thank you so much," Kim cried as she took her daughter in her arms. Kim cried out as Captain Rogers carefully tore the duct tape off her mouth and untied the ropes that had bound her for all that time. Once released from the confines, she wrapped her tiny arms around her mother neck and gave her a big kiss, overjoyed to see her momma and dada once again.
With a huge grin on her face and wide, teary eyes Liz said, "Hi dada. Momma no sleepy. Me lov you too."
Tommy took her from Kim and held her, never wanting to let go again. "Hey Princess. I love you too. And so does Momma."
Liz pointed her little finger at Kim, recognizing her momma anywhere. "Momma!"
"Yeah Pumpkin. There's momma."
"Guess who else came to see you baby?" Kim held up Blue and Liz's face lit with pure joy. "Who is this Liz? Huh? Who came to see you?"
"Blu! Blu Clu Momma!" They smiled at the innocence and love flashing in their daughter's eyes. Never before had their love for the precious little child they had created, held close to their bodies, been so great.
Kim looked at the dirty, beat-up stuffed animal clutched with a death grip in Elizabeth's tiny fingers and smiled. " I always loved that dog, didn't you Honey?"
"I sure did Beautiful, I sure did." Together, they took Liz outside, covering her eyes at the sight of the people who had lost their lives during this rescue mission, and an ambulance rushed them away to the emergency room to check the little girl and make sure she had no physical injuries from this horrible ordeal.
*****
Four months and a week later.
*****
Tommy and Kimberly Oliver's house
Saturday, November 14, 2000 5:27 P.M.
Angel Grove, Ca
Sean Thomas Oliver had been born a happy and healthy baby two days prior to the small get-together the gang was throwing in celebration of his birth. They had all planned a surprise party for Tommy, Kim, and Sean for when they arrived home from the hospital, the first time they had been home since their second child had been born.
Sean, named after the courageous and brave police officer who had lost his life saving their daughter, had been born seven pounds, eleven ounces, and twenty inches long. His birth had been a pain, since Kim didn't deliver until six days over her due date and was in labor for nineteen hours, but his parents were ecstatic with his arrival. He looked almost exactly like Tommy in every way, though he did have some of his mother's facial features. He had a head full of dark hair and was very impatient and demanding at times.
"Hey, he is all ready picking up on his daddy's characteristics," Rocky said as he held the tiny baby in his arms. "I mean, he was six days late...he has a lot of hair, and he sleeps all day."
Kim laughed as she settled herself slowly into the soft rocking chair they had in their living room, still in pain from the battle she had been in two days ago. "Yeah, he looks nice and sleepy now, but in a minute he will wake up screaming and demanding to be fed."
Rocky passed the baby to Kat, who sighed. "You guys are so lucky Kim. You have two healthy, happy babies." Jason looked at her, with sympathy and sadness in his eyes. He couldn't help but think about their own child they had lost. "I hope ours will be as beautiful, don't you Jason?"
Kim smiled, "Congratulations you guys, I'm so happy for you. I would get up and give you a hug, but I can't."
Jason just stood there, not believing what he heard for a minute. Everyone else swarmed around his wife, giving her kisses on the cheek and hugs, softly to not wake Sean.
"Congratulations Jase," Tommy laughed as he pat him on the back. "I guess us men with the super sperm with be driving mini-vans together." Everyone laughed at Tommy as he took pride in nature.
Kat handed the baby boy back to Kim, who immediately kissed his petite head. Elizabeth wondered over to them and crawled up into Kim's lap.
"Easy Princess," Tommy warned as Kim flinched a little.
"Baby!"
"Yeah Sweetie, you want to give your baby brother a kiss?"
"Kay momma." And so there they were, Tommy, Kim, Elizabeth, and Sean Oliver, a family. A whole family.
*****
Okay, did you like it? Please read and review, it would make my day. I don't know if I will write another chapter because I don't know what the heck I would write about. I think this one is threw. If you want me to write another one, tell me some ideas or whatever and I'll write another one. Thanks. ~Morgan~