(I am giving some hints as to who the kidnapper is; please
tell me if you think you know who it is. Please see authors
note at the bottom. Disclaimers: See last chapter.)
(Kidnapper's POV)
I closed the blinds to the small cramped apartment that I had recently purchased. Even though I knew I wasn't going to keep it long, I needed to look as inconspicuous as possible. I was running short on supplies for the baby, which meant having to go out in public with him. I knew I shouldn't have done this alone. (A/N: Hint, hint, hint)
But being late November, I could just keep him well covered up, and no one would think anything of it. I watched the news almost every few minutes. This was a very public investigation, and if they were on to me, I was on the first bus out of here. (A/N: Why not fly or take a train? maybe not enough money? hmm.)
They made press conferences daily pleading with me to return their son. I laughed, as she tried not to cry on camera. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, and somehow I knew he blamed her for giving me the opportunity to take him. I picked him up carefully, and studied him. His eyes and his coloring, he got from his father, but I could see her personality and her mannerisms in him.
Who would ever name this boy 'Trey' that's one of those things in a mess hall (A/N: BIG hint this person must know about the military.) He needs a strong name, one that he can be proud of. Well, I'll have to take care of that. I take another long drink of my beer, and put him back in the playpen. He has been quiet for awhile, ever since I gave him a few sips of my beer. Hell, as long as he is quiet, he can have all he wants.
(A'N: At this point I think I need to point out, that I know you NEVER give alcohol to a child. I know that, and I'm not suggesting that anyone ever do it.)
(Trish's POV)
As soon as Sarah called me, Frank and I were on the first plane out to Washington. A million thoughts kept running though my mind during the flight. Who would take Trey? Why? Is he okay? Where is Harm?
Frank tried to keep me calm, and I love him for it, but I was scared. Scared for the safety of my only grandson, and scared for Harm and Sarah. What they must be going through must be killing them inside. I just wished this plane would go faster. I had to be there for my family.
The media was having a field day with this kidnapping, not because it was the first kidnapping that took place in Washington for a few years, but because of Harm and Sarah's job. But as much as I hated the media for this, I knew they were a crucial link for getting my grandson back. I just hoped to God it would be soon.
(Mac's POV)
I need to do something. I have to do something besides sit here, or I'll go crazy. Five days since Trey was kidnapped and still not one lead as to who could be behind it. The police haven't even made a dent in the stack of suspects that could be work related. Everyone is working so hard, but no progress is being made.
I know Harm blames me for not watching Trey more carefully, even though he says he doesn't I can see it in his eyes. We have barely talked, except for new leads coming in about Trey. I know he is shutting himself off again. He stays in his basement office most of the day tracking down any possible leads. I almost laugh at the timing. He is shutting himself off when I need him most, but I can't blame him. Our son was kidnapped, because I wasn't watching him. God, why can't I tell him how sorry I am?
(Harm's POV)
I pace the small confines of my office in the basement, and wait for the phone to ring. The police detective promised to call me, and that was over an hour ago. I sink in my chair, and rub my temples. I steal a glance at the picture sitting on my desk. It's a picture of the three of us spending a day at the park. We are all smiling at something that Trey had done. Where had those days gone? My boy was kidnapped, Mac and I were drifting apart, why was this happening to us.
I know Mac thinks I blame her for not watching Trey carefully, but I don't. No matter how much I tell her that, I know she still thinks that. She blames herself for something she had no control over.
My parents were due to arrive at BWI tomorrow, and I knew things would just be more hectic once they got here, but for some reason I needed mom here. Not just for support, but because I knew she would put Mac and me on the same page. And right now, that is what I really needed. I just don't know what to say to her these days.
TBC
(A/N: I hoped these hints helped, and please voice your opinion about who you think the kidnapper is. I still need help with a girls name for Bud and Harriet's baby, please help me out here, first and middle name. Thanks. Please read and review.)
(Kidnapper's POV)
I closed the blinds to the small cramped apartment that I had recently purchased. Even though I knew I wasn't going to keep it long, I needed to look as inconspicuous as possible. I was running short on supplies for the baby, which meant having to go out in public with him. I knew I shouldn't have done this alone. (A/N: Hint, hint, hint)
But being late November, I could just keep him well covered up, and no one would think anything of it. I watched the news almost every few minutes. This was a very public investigation, and if they were on to me, I was on the first bus out of here. (A/N: Why not fly or take a train? maybe not enough money? hmm.)
They made press conferences daily pleading with me to return their son. I laughed, as she tried not to cry on camera. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, and somehow I knew he blamed her for giving me the opportunity to take him. I picked him up carefully, and studied him. His eyes and his coloring, he got from his father, but I could see her personality and her mannerisms in him.
Who would ever name this boy 'Trey' that's one of those things in a mess hall (A/N: BIG hint this person must know about the military.) He needs a strong name, one that he can be proud of. Well, I'll have to take care of that. I take another long drink of my beer, and put him back in the playpen. He has been quiet for awhile, ever since I gave him a few sips of my beer. Hell, as long as he is quiet, he can have all he wants.
(A'N: At this point I think I need to point out, that I know you NEVER give alcohol to a child. I know that, and I'm not suggesting that anyone ever do it.)
(Trish's POV)
As soon as Sarah called me, Frank and I were on the first plane out to Washington. A million thoughts kept running though my mind during the flight. Who would take Trey? Why? Is he okay? Where is Harm?
Frank tried to keep me calm, and I love him for it, but I was scared. Scared for the safety of my only grandson, and scared for Harm and Sarah. What they must be going through must be killing them inside. I just wished this plane would go faster. I had to be there for my family.
The media was having a field day with this kidnapping, not because it was the first kidnapping that took place in Washington for a few years, but because of Harm and Sarah's job. But as much as I hated the media for this, I knew they were a crucial link for getting my grandson back. I just hoped to God it would be soon.
(Mac's POV)
I need to do something. I have to do something besides sit here, or I'll go crazy. Five days since Trey was kidnapped and still not one lead as to who could be behind it. The police haven't even made a dent in the stack of suspects that could be work related. Everyone is working so hard, but no progress is being made.
I know Harm blames me for not watching Trey more carefully, even though he says he doesn't I can see it in his eyes. We have barely talked, except for new leads coming in about Trey. I know he is shutting himself off again. He stays in his basement office most of the day tracking down any possible leads. I almost laugh at the timing. He is shutting himself off when I need him most, but I can't blame him. Our son was kidnapped, because I wasn't watching him. God, why can't I tell him how sorry I am?
(Harm's POV)
I pace the small confines of my office in the basement, and wait for the phone to ring. The police detective promised to call me, and that was over an hour ago. I sink in my chair, and rub my temples. I steal a glance at the picture sitting on my desk. It's a picture of the three of us spending a day at the park. We are all smiling at something that Trey had done. Where had those days gone? My boy was kidnapped, Mac and I were drifting apart, why was this happening to us.
I know Mac thinks I blame her for not watching Trey carefully, but I don't. No matter how much I tell her that, I know she still thinks that. She blames herself for something she had no control over.
My parents were due to arrive at BWI tomorrow, and I knew things would just be more hectic once they got here, but for some reason I needed mom here. Not just for support, but because I knew she would put Mac and me on the same page. And right now, that is what I really needed. I just don't know what to say to her these days.
TBC
(A/N: I hoped these hints helped, and please voice your opinion about who you think the kidnapper is. I still need help with a girls name for Bud and Harriet's baby, please help me out here, first and middle name. Thanks. Please read and review.)