Christine snuggled up to the warmth next to her and sighed. She smiled as she felt an arm wrap around her waist. Christine slowly opened her eyes and was met with those same brown eyes. "How many pain pills did I have last night?" she whispered, "I slept with you?"
"What do you remember?" Donovan asked, checking to make sure she wasn't hurt.
"I remember trying on my dress." Christine recalled sitting up, "Then I remember housekeeping walking into my room, I heard a thud and when I turned to see what happened, I had a pain in the neck. Look, here you are! Where are we? What's going on?"
"Bogotá." Donovan replied, helping Christine to lie back down.
"But I don't want to go to New Jersey," she moaned, holding her head, "I have family there I don't get along with."
Donovan couldn't help but smile. "Bogotá, Colombia."
"I'd rather go to Jersey." she replied, "Seriously, what's going on?"
"Honestly, I'm not sure yet. No matter what, do not call me Frank Donovan. Don't argue." Donovan ordered as Christine opened her mouth, "Go along with what I say. I'll explain what I can later."
Two men walked into the room and pulled Christine to her feet. Two more grabbed Donovan's arms and cuffed his hands behind his back. They silently walked down the hallway and were pushed into another room. In the room three more men were waiting for them. Sitting at the desk was someone Christine hoped she would never see again.
"Well, Juan," the little fat man sneered, "seems like I finally caught up to you."
"Raphael." Donovan acknowledged him.
"I trusted you with my family and business all those years ago and how did you repay me?" Raphael yelled, "You repay me by sending that brat and girl back to the Americans. I knew you lusted after the girl, but you disappointed me with your actions."
"Using the child and the girl wasn't part of the plan." Donovan stated.
"It was a means to an end!" Raphael shouted, "The Americans were ruining our trade, trading them would've meant them stopping."
"Only for a couple of months before you would've kidnapped more innocent people." Donovan shouted back.
"I hope having the girl in your bed was worth it," Raphael said walking up to Donovan and punching him in the face.
The two men that were holding Donovan tightened their grip on his arms and were preparing for more blows to come. Raphael stepped back and motioned for the other men to join in on the beating.
"Stop it!" Christine yelled as she watched them take turns hitting Donovan.
Raphael walked over to Christine and backhanded her. "You will shut up before I have them start on you!" he seethed.
Donovan watched as Christine's head snapped back from the blow. Regaining his balance, he threw his head forward into the first thug's nose. Before Donovan was able to attack again, he was hit from behind. He landed against the desk, knocking papers and pens everywhere.
"Enough!" Raphael yelled, "Take them into the jungle and get rid of them."
The two men grabbed Donovan off the desk and dragged him out into the hallway. Before Christine was led out, Raphael stopped her.
"I would rather enjoy starting where we left off the last time we met," he laughed grabbing her breast and squeezing it, "but with his scent on you makes you tainted."
The man holding her walked her to the waiting truck. He pushed her in and laughed. "Maybe if you ask nicely, I'll end it fast for you."
Christine quickly moved over to Donovan. "Frank, are you okay?" she asked placing his head in her lap.
"I'll live," he said trying to sit up as the pain in his ribs protested. "I need to go into my front left pocket."
"Excuse me?" Christine asked, tempted to let his head hit the floor of the truck. "Fine, but if there's something else in there for me that I don't want, I'll kill you myself."
"Lady, get over it." Donovan seethed, shifting onto his right side so she can reach her hand in with no problems.
Christine sighed as she stuck her hand into his left pocket. "Hmm, whatever it is, it's small and skinny." she commented.
"Christ and I thought Cody was bad with the jokes." Donovan growled.
Christine looked at the object in her hand, "A pen?" she asked, "You have the urge to write a letter right now?"
"Just break the metal clip of the pen and stick it in my hand." he ordered.
"Hey, I'm not one of your minions you can just order around you know." she bit back.
"If you want to get out of this alive, break the bloody clip off the pen!" Donovan growled.
"Okay, okay. You don't have to bite me head off." Christine smiled breaking the clip and sticking it into his hand. "What are you going to do?"
"Magic," he smirked, showing Christine his newly freed hands.
"Okay, now what's the plan?" she asked.
"We get out of here," Donovan said looking around for any kind of weapon.
"Gee, I could've came up with that plan." Christine mumbled to herself as Donovan helped her near the edge of the truck, "What's going on?"
"We're going to jump," he stated.
"Like hell I am!" Christine exclaimed, "You can't go jumping out of a truck, you might have bruised ribs or something. Can't you just take the truck over?"
"And end up into a tree or ditch?" he asked wrapping his arms around her, "Hold on."
"You don't have to tell me twice." she replied holding on for her life, "This time you can be on bottom."
Donovan just looked at her and shook his head. "Here we go." he muttered, jumping out of the moving truck.
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"Where the hell is he?" Jake yelled through the building in frustration.
"Do you have to yell?" Alex asked him holding her head.
The team has been up for over twenty-four hours trying to figure out who could've taken their boss and where he could be. Old case files they've done in the past year were checked to see if anyone was out on parole. Cody even tried to hack once again into Donovan's file at the FBI and the CIA.
"Cody, where you able to pull any information on Christine Sellers?" Jake asked lying his head on the table.
"Nothing we haven't read before." Cody replied, "She works in a Restaurant Supply business in Vegas and occasionally works for the Bellagio Hotel. Nothing tells us how her and Donovan know each other."
"Maybe I can shed a little light on the subject," a voice said.
"Oh jeez, not that voice." Cody said closing his eyes and hitting his head on the table.
"This means trouble," Monica said pouring a cup of coffee.
"You're like a bad penny that keeps turning up," Alex muttered under her breath.
"Agent Cross, it seems that you don't like me." Tom smiled walking closer to them. "Does this mean dinner is out of the question?"
"How do you know Donovan's missing and how can you help us?" Jake asked.
"One, your hacker set up alarms all over headquarters trying to hack in his file, again." Tom said sitting down, "Two, when someone like Donovan goes without reporting in for a certain amount of hours, special interests get worried."
"Special interests? Reporting in to who?" Alex asked, "I don't want to know."
"What can you tell us the connection between Donovan and a Christine Sellers?" Jake asked.
"Christine Sellers," Tom frowned, "I think I know where they are. Does Donovan have a GPS on him?"
"Does he?" Jake asked Cody.
"Of course," Cody huffed typing on his keyboard, "why didn't I think of that! I had it placed on his watch, in case you guys got separated in Bolivia." Ten minutes later Donovan's position came up on the computer screen. "Found him!"
Tom looked at the screen and shook his head, "This is not good." he sighed, "Colombia."
"What do you remember?" Donovan asked, checking to make sure she wasn't hurt.
"I remember trying on my dress." Christine recalled sitting up, "Then I remember housekeeping walking into my room, I heard a thud and when I turned to see what happened, I had a pain in the neck. Look, here you are! Where are we? What's going on?"
"Bogotá." Donovan replied, helping Christine to lie back down.
"But I don't want to go to New Jersey," she moaned, holding her head, "I have family there I don't get along with."
Donovan couldn't help but smile. "Bogotá, Colombia."
"I'd rather go to Jersey." she replied, "Seriously, what's going on?"
"Honestly, I'm not sure yet. No matter what, do not call me Frank Donovan. Don't argue." Donovan ordered as Christine opened her mouth, "Go along with what I say. I'll explain what I can later."
Two men walked into the room and pulled Christine to her feet. Two more grabbed Donovan's arms and cuffed his hands behind his back. They silently walked down the hallway and were pushed into another room. In the room three more men were waiting for them. Sitting at the desk was someone Christine hoped she would never see again.
"Well, Juan," the little fat man sneered, "seems like I finally caught up to you."
"Raphael." Donovan acknowledged him.
"I trusted you with my family and business all those years ago and how did you repay me?" Raphael yelled, "You repay me by sending that brat and girl back to the Americans. I knew you lusted after the girl, but you disappointed me with your actions."
"Using the child and the girl wasn't part of the plan." Donovan stated.
"It was a means to an end!" Raphael shouted, "The Americans were ruining our trade, trading them would've meant them stopping."
"Only for a couple of months before you would've kidnapped more innocent people." Donovan shouted back.
"I hope having the girl in your bed was worth it," Raphael said walking up to Donovan and punching him in the face.
The two men that were holding Donovan tightened their grip on his arms and were preparing for more blows to come. Raphael stepped back and motioned for the other men to join in on the beating.
"Stop it!" Christine yelled as she watched them take turns hitting Donovan.
Raphael walked over to Christine and backhanded her. "You will shut up before I have them start on you!" he seethed.
Donovan watched as Christine's head snapped back from the blow. Regaining his balance, he threw his head forward into the first thug's nose. Before Donovan was able to attack again, he was hit from behind. He landed against the desk, knocking papers and pens everywhere.
"Enough!" Raphael yelled, "Take them into the jungle and get rid of them."
The two men grabbed Donovan off the desk and dragged him out into the hallway. Before Christine was led out, Raphael stopped her.
"I would rather enjoy starting where we left off the last time we met," he laughed grabbing her breast and squeezing it, "but with his scent on you makes you tainted."
The man holding her walked her to the waiting truck. He pushed her in and laughed. "Maybe if you ask nicely, I'll end it fast for you."
Christine quickly moved over to Donovan. "Frank, are you okay?" she asked placing his head in her lap.
"I'll live," he said trying to sit up as the pain in his ribs protested. "I need to go into my front left pocket."
"Excuse me?" Christine asked, tempted to let his head hit the floor of the truck. "Fine, but if there's something else in there for me that I don't want, I'll kill you myself."
"Lady, get over it." Donovan seethed, shifting onto his right side so she can reach her hand in with no problems.
Christine sighed as she stuck her hand into his left pocket. "Hmm, whatever it is, it's small and skinny." she commented.
"Christ and I thought Cody was bad with the jokes." Donovan growled.
Christine looked at the object in her hand, "A pen?" she asked, "You have the urge to write a letter right now?"
"Just break the metal clip of the pen and stick it in my hand." he ordered.
"Hey, I'm not one of your minions you can just order around you know." she bit back.
"If you want to get out of this alive, break the bloody clip off the pen!" Donovan growled.
"Okay, okay. You don't have to bite me head off." Christine smiled breaking the clip and sticking it into his hand. "What are you going to do?"
"Magic," he smirked, showing Christine his newly freed hands.
"Okay, now what's the plan?" she asked.
"We get out of here," Donovan said looking around for any kind of weapon.
"Gee, I could've came up with that plan." Christine mumbled to herself as Donovan helped her near the edge of the truck, "What's going on?"
"We're going to jump," he stated.
"Like hell I am!" Christine exclaimed, "You can't go jumping out of a truck, you might have bruised ribs or something. Can't you just take the truck over?"
"And end up into a tree or ditch?" he asked wrapping his arms around her, "Hold on."
"You don't have to tell me twice." she replied holding on for her life, "This time you can be on bottom."
Donovan just looked at her and shook his head. "Here we go." he muttered, jumping out of the moving truck.
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"Where the hell is he?" Jake yelled through the building in frustration.
"Do you have to yell?" Alex asked him holding her head.
The team has been up for over twenty-four hours trying to figure out who could've taken their boss and where he could be. Old case files they've done in the past year were checked to see if anyone was out on parole. Cody even tried to hack once again into Donovan's file at the FBI and the CIA.
"Cody, where you able to pull any information on Christine Sellers?" Jake asked lying his head on the table.
"Nothing we haven't read before." Cody replied, "She works in a Restaurant Supply business in Vegas and occasionally works for the Bellagio Hotel. Nothing tells us how her and Donovan know each other."
"Maybe I can shed a little light on the subject," a voice said.
"Oh jeez, not that voice." Cody said closing his eyes and hitting his head on the table.
"This means trouble," Monica said pouring a cup of coffee.
"You're like a bad penny that keeps turning up," Alex muttered under her breath.
"Agent Cross, it seems that you don't like me." Tom smiled walking closer to them. "Does this mean dinner is out of the question?"
"How do you know Donovan's missing and how can you help us?" Jake asked.
"One, your hacker set up alarms all over headquarters trying to hack in his file, again." Tom said sitting down, "Two, when someone like Donovan goes without reporting in for a certain amount of hours, special interests get worried."
"Special interests? Reporting in to who?" Alex asked, "I don't want to know."
"What can you tell us the connection between Donovan and a Christine Sellers?" Jake asked.
"Christine Sellers," Tom frowned, "I think I know where they are. Does Donovan have a GPS on him?"
"Does he?" Jake asked Cody.
"Of course," Cody huffed typing on his keyboard, "why didn't I think of that! I had it placed on his watch, in case you guys got separated in Bolivia." Ten minutes later Donovan's position came up on the computer screen. "Found him!"
Tom looked at the screen and shook his head, "This is not good." he sighed, "Colombia."