Missing

This is my first Iman fic. Please be kind!. Also if this has been done before forgive me.

Summery - When Darien goes missing during an assignment it is a race against time to find him and save his sanity.

Content - Drama, violence, the occasional swear word.

Takes place sometime after Going Postal.

Spoilers for Going Postal and maybe some other episodes

Rating - R

Disclaimer - The characters Darien Fawkes, Bobby Hobbes, The Official, Eberts, Claire, Alex belong to Stu Segall Productions and The Sci Fi Channel. Cristelle and Bernard are characters made up by me. (irish - January 2002)


Prologue

Darien shifted uncomfortably in the position he was in. He couldn't breathe properly. The air was stifling and his head felt heavy. He tried to move his arms but realised they were tied around his back. He couldn't move his legs either. He then realised there was some sort of a hood over his head. His mouth was dry and a feeling of nausea built up inside him. He tried to get into a sitting position but a wave of nausea hit him. He tried to shout, yell but no words came. He fell back down again.

"He's conscious," the woman said to the man standing behind her. They were looking through a glass window into a small room. They watched as Darien started to struggle again.
"Good," the man replied. "He's been out for two days. Start the program," The man looked at his watch and then left the room.
The woman took one more look in the window and then unlocked the door into the room.

Darien heard the door open. He turned his head to where the sound came from.
"Who's there?" he asked. His voice sounded different. It sounded like it didn't belong to him. It was croaky and his throat felt like sandpaper.
The woman said nothing at first. She watched as Darien struggled some more.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked.
"Good to see you awake Darien," the woman finally said folding her arms.
"Who the hell are you?" Darien demanded.
"Doesn't matter," the woman said with a small smile.
"The hell it does," Darien rasped.
"What's important is that you co-operate with us," she replied.
"Go to hell," replied Darien.
The woman laughed and then turned to the door. She took one last look at Darien and then left the room.

Darien lay in the same position for a while. He tried to recall where he had heard the woman's voice before. Somehow it felt familiar to him but he couldn't place. His head throbbed but he could feel the stab of pain from the gland above the throbbing as it told him he would soon need the counteragent. He lay on the floor and recalled the events which led up to this.

TBC