Title: The Trouble With Kidnappers

Title: The Trouble With Kidnappers

Author: Kira [kira@foreverbright.net]

See Part 1 for notes and disclaimers, as I'm not one for large headers at the beginning of each part.

Our intrepid hero is currently caught in the land of the CJ groupies, their headquarters slyly disguised as a modern loft. After his initial shock had worn off, the missing deputy was moved off into a less pink bedroom. It was in this bedroom that he lay, TJ being the one who's charge he was placed in.

Maybe that was because she was a CJ/Josh shipper.

Shaking his head to clear his mind, Josh sighed and slowly opened his eyes. True, he should be trying to find a way out of his "prison," but the bed was so soft and warm…

"Joshua?" TJ asked from the doorway. Josh looked over to her, desperately trying to keep a smile on his face despite her loathed usage of his first name. Only his mother or Donna could call him that. The mousy girl smiled in reply and quietly entered the room, careful to shut the door behind her.

"How are you feeling?" she inquired, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Actually, I'm fine," he replied, pulling himself from under the covers and sitting Indian style next to her.

"Wow, that was a quick recovery!"

"Yeah," Josh sighed, "the author wants me to do more actions scenes, so she healed me up real quick."

"Oh."

"Hey, if there's a CJ group, what about mine, why haven't I encountered them yet?" Josh asked, changing the subject.

"Well, umm…I'm sure they're looking for you," she stammered.

MEANWHILE –

"What do you mean, obsession isn't fun when you can't share it with someone else?" Toni asked, swirling her straw in her drink.

"Well, if Kira and I hadn't met each other, we probably wouldn't of done some of the things we have," Amber explained. "It's a proven fact."

"Yeah, I can see where you're coming from," Toni sighed, taking a sip of the aforementioned pop.*

(*note: I'm from Chicago, the only place in the world where we call soda, pop. Live with it. At least I said something. ^_^)

"I really don't have anyone to share with," Donna spoke up. "Well, the person I would share it with is the object of mine, so it wouldn't really work."

"That's true," Amber replied. Donna was so lucky to work with *him* every day.

BACK TO JOSH –

"Yeah, just taking their time," Josh agreed. "Hey, if you're a CJ/Josh shipper, are you a member of my fan club?" TJ blushed. "You are!" Josh exclaimed, but noticed his mistake and muttered an apology. He had to be quiet in enimy territory.

"Well, I'm not very high on the totem pole – I just became an agent-in-training since I'm a part-time member."

"Part-time?"

"CJ's my idol," she confessed.

"So, who *is* in charge then?" Josh asked.

"You mean you don't know?"

"No."

"There's a website and list and bumper stickers and you don't know?" TJ rattled off the list of JLFC items.

"In my own defence, I know there's a fan club out there – they've yelled my name at various events – but I don't know *who's* in the club," he defended himself, standing up and starting to examine the room. There was one window, though the fact that nothing seen thoug it seemed to move, it could be assumed that it wasn't real. Okay, he couldn't get out that way. The door was obvious, but he didn't know what lye beyond.

"There are many people in your fan club – from lurkers to very vocal members," TJ continued, not taking in the fact that Josh was trying to find a way to escape.

"Yeah," Josh replied, distracted as he searched the room.

"Hey – what are you doing?" she inquired. Josh looked over at her, a box on his head.

"Huh?"

"If you want to leave, you can, but I'm sure the other groups aren't as nice as us," TJ commented, standing with her hands on her hips.

"What if I want to find my group?"

"Well…"

"Will you help me?" he asked, giving her puppy-dog eyes. How could she resist the Lyman charm? It was the only weapon that no female JLFC member could resist.

"Alright," she giggled. Josh smiled – he was going to go home!

**

"Hear me, my fellow fans! Washington D.C. was selected to be the capitol of the United States because, in that time, it was the geographical center of the young country. Now, it is an isolated city that holds a hand over all of us. No longer is this capitol in the center of this strong nation. If Americans can support a capitol on one extreme, can they not support it on the other?

"I propose that we help to start the movement which would move the capitol to California!"

Cheers rose up from the large crowd around the speaker, streamers were thrown into the air, as well as anything else they could get their hands on – including other people around them.

The speaker, a one Kyp, stepped back as a few overexcited fans came crashing onto the stage slightly dazed. Kyp kicked them off the edge and straightened his jacket.

"Wh blah blah….ha..be?" someone shouted, the message lost over the noise. The entire auditorium went silent.

"Why move it to California?" the person shouted again.

"What?" Kyp breathed, stepping up to the microphone. "Who are you?"

"Isn't this the Star Trek convention?" the person asked.

"No!" Kyp yelled.

"Can you at least tell me why California? I'm really interested now. Whoever wrote your speech was great."

"Because it's Sam's homeland!" The crowd went crazy again, not noticing the lost Star Trek fan wander out muttering something along the lines of 'Sam Beckett's not from California.'

"Well, let's get to work!" Kyp shouted, pumping his fist into the air. The crowd started to disassemble off to meet their group leaders. The Saminites were always extremely organized.

**

"They have him."

"They do?"

"And they haven't told us?"

"No. Apparently, one of them is aiding him."

"So desu ka."

*whap!*

"English, please!"

"Oh, really?"

"We need to get him."

"He is the key."

"We need help."

"Yes, yes we do."

The seven voices faded out….

**

A large dump truck backed into the construction zone. They were at a Walgreen's to be…

…therefore, they were on a corner.

Cars drove by, un-phased by the Walgreen's on the corner. Where there once stood an unmarked wharehouse, construction had started on yet another Walgreen's.

A group of ill-defined men walked onto the zone.

"Where's your hard hats!" the foreman yelled in his macho voice as he stalked towards them.

"We need to find your boss – we heard he was here," the first one spoke up.

"He ain't here – just left," the construction man spit. The group backed up a bit, disgusted by the man's behavior.

"Where'd he go?" another asked.

"I don't know! Get out of here wid your questions!" After this yelling, the group decided to follow his advice as a large chair came falling towards them. The chair landed near one of them, and he paused, noticing something on it. It was a backpack.

"Guys, look!" he called out. "It's Josh's backpack! And his pants!?!"

(note: that last part was added by Amber when I left my notebook to get a pop at lunch.)

"You idiot!" another yelled, smacking the discoverer upside the head. "Those aren't his pants – it's a piece of his pants!" Sure enough, there was a piece of Josh's brown dress pants right next to the much abused backpack.

"Whut are you still doin' here!" the foreman yelled. The group dashed off, but not before retrieving the items.

**

"Where are they, it's been four whole scenes!" Eileen cried. "I want to be rescued!"

"Stop shouting or they'll come back!" Claire whispered harshly.

"Who?" Eileen inquired. "Our captors haven't been around for hours. Have you heard anything out there – " she pointed to the door " – for awhile?"

"No," Claire admitted. "So, what do you think we should do?"

"Escape," Eileen smiled. From her watch came a laser, easily cutting through the shoelaces that had been used to tie them to chairs. After freeing her hands, she quickly released her ankles and jumped up, victorious. She ten freed Claire and move off towards the door.

"Isn't it great that we get all this spy stuff?" Claire smiled, quickly unlocking and opening the door.

"Amber and Kira had them left over from Secret Agent Sam," her fellow escapee commented.

"Ahh," was all Claire replied. "You know what we need?"

"What?"

"More agent mobilization. Where are they?"

"Call them." Claire nodded and pulled out her phone. After Toni's voice mail came on, she dialed another number.

"Moshi moshi, Kira desu," Kira answered, trying to practice her Japanese in time for class.

"Speak English, will you?"

"Of course, what's up?"

"Where are you?"

"I went to speak to someone and ran into Len," the VP answered. "We need to get together. I'll call Toni and Amber. Meet me under the Washington Monument at sundown." Being ever mysterious (and distracted by Len talking about her next story), Kira hung up.

"Well, we have a meeting."

"Oh, goodie."

**

"I'm just saying that obsession isn't unhealthy," Toni stated. Ginger shook her head.

"Toni, there's nothing good about him," she responded. The communication's aide had joined the group for a late afternoon snack.

"You just don't known him as well as us," Amber spoke up.

"Whatever," Ginger sighed. "How do you guys get in here, anyways?"

"We're friends with the president," Toni smiled. It was then that her phone (the special one) rang. "Hello?"

"Hey, Toni," Kira greeted.

"Where are you?"

"Around – wait, are you still in the mess?"

"Ummm…yeah."

"It's been four hours!" Pause. "I have a … plan. Meet me at sundown at the Washington Monument. And bring as many agents as you can." Amber, who'd been listening in on Toni's phone, smiled.

"Okie Dokie!"

And now, our agents are going to rescue Josh….hopefully.