Breaking point- part two
They had captured Rohan trying to flee the property in an old pick up truck. When the car had pulled over Bailey had stormed over and demanded that he tell him where John was. The bastard just grinned at him. Bailey his him across the face.
"Bedroom" he had spat at him, grinning still as they hauled him away.
Bailey ran into the house up the stairs. Turning he spotted a door at the end of the hallway and sprinted towards it. He flung luckily unlocked door open and entered the room.
There laying limp on the floor was the figure of John Grant. Red blood soaked the sleeves of his white shirt. His face was pale and his eyes were closed.
They were too late.
Bailey dashed over to him and fell to the floor in front of the younger agent. Before he could check for a pulse though, John's eyes flickered open and stared at Bailey. He smiled wryly at him.
"I was wondering when you'd get here"
"John" Bailey's voice was filled with relief but also alarm
"I need a paramedic!" he yelled to the agents who he could hear arriving down stairs.
He seized John's bloodied wrists and held them tight. Looking about himself for something to staunch the bleeding. At the action John's blue eyes widened as he started and tried to free his hands.
"John stay still" Bailey said to the struggling man.
"I'm alright" John said and tried again to escape from Bailey's grip
Bailey tightened his hold
"Lie back John!"
"Bailey seriously!"
The older man finally removed his hands and pulled up John's sleeves. Under the blood he saw not slit wrists but deep abrasions no doubt caused by hand cuffs.
Bailey sighed in relief. They had got here just in time after all
"Are your hurt anywhere else?" he queried
John shook his head.
"We're still taking you to a hospital" Bailey stood and offered his hand to John who took it and pulled himself up.
Bailey started to leave the room but stopped when he realised John wasn't following him.
He turned to see John standing about six feet from the bed with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Come on John" he said and looked at him in puzzlement
John shook his head slightly and looked past the man staring blankly over his shoulder.
Bailey walked back over to him and realised what was wrong. As pulled up John's shirt and saw that a chain bound him tightly around the waist, cutting into his stomach. Just as with the other victims it was padlocked to the bed post, effectively tying John to the piece of furniture like a dog.
Bailey cursed Rohan. Lacking the key they would need bolt cutters.
"Sick bastard " he spat and pulled John's shirt back down. He looked up at him and to his surprise he found that the younger man's eyes were filling with tears.
He fell to the floor again and tears began to roll down his cheeks.
Bailey knelt down
"John…" he pulled the other agent into his arms and tried to soothe him.
"It's all right" he whispered into his ear.
A the younger mans tears soaked through his shirt he realised he was lying,
They had got here too late after all.
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They had captured Rohan trying to flee the property in an old pick up truck. When the car had pulled over Bailey had stormed over and demanded that he tell him where John was. The bastard just grinned at him. Bailey his him across the face.
"Bedroom" he had spat at him, grinning still as they hauled him away.
Bailey ran into the house up the stairs. Turning he spotted a door at the end of the hallway and sprinted towards it. He flung luckily unlocked door open and entered the room.
There laying limp on the floor was the figure of John Grant. Red blood soaked the sleeves of his white shirt. His face was pale and his eyes were closed.
They were too late.
Bailey dashed over to him and fell to the floor in front of the younger agent. Before he could check for a pulse though, John's eyes flickered open and stared at Bailey. He smiled wryly at him.
"I was wondering when you'd get here"
"John" Bailey's voice was filled with relief but also alarm
"I need a paramedic!" he yelled to the agents who he could hear arriving down stairs.
He seized John's bloodied wrists and held them tight. Looking about himself for something to staunch the bleeding. At the action John's blue eyes widened as he started and tried to free his hands.
"John stay still" Bailey said to the struggling man.
"I'm alright" John said and tried again to escape from Bailey's grip
Bailey tightened his hold
"Lie back John!"
"Bailey seriously!"
The older man finally removed his hands and pulled up John's sleeves. Under the blood he saw not slit wrists but deep abrasions no doubt caused by hand cuffs.
Bailey sighed in relief. They had got here just in time after all
"Are your hurt anywhere else?" he queried
John shook his head.
"We're still taking you to a hospital" Bailey stood and offered his hand to John who took it and pulled himself up.
Bailey started to leave the room but stopped when he realised John wasn't following him.
He turned to see John standing about six feet from the bed with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Come on John" he said and looked at him in puzzlement
John shook his head slightly and looked past the man staring blankly over his shoulder.
Bailey walked back over to him and realised what was wrong. As pulled up John's shirt and saw that a chain bound him tightly around the waist, cutting into his stomach. Just as with the other victims it was padlocked to the bed post, effectively tying John to the piece of furniture like a dog.
Bailey cursed Rohan. Lacking the key they would need bolt cutters.
"Sick bastard " he spat and pulled John's shirt back down. He looked up at him and to his surprise he found that the younger man's eyes were filling with tears.
He fell to the floor again and tears began to roll down his cheeks.
Bailey knelt down
"John…" he pulled the other agent into his arms and tried to soothe him.
"It's all right" he whispered into his ear.
A the younger mans tears soaked through his shirt he realised he was lying,
They had got here too late after all.
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