Chapter Rating: R for language and possible violence if I do a Paul/James scene...—If you don't like R rated stuff, don't read, k?
Chapter Title: Papercut – Inspired by the second best rock band ever, Linkin Park. Second only to Incubus, of course...
Author's Note: Mucho love to Angelic Little Devil and auntof19...thanks for the reviews. Oh, and if you want a back-story on the ATWT characters...here are two links for you:
http://www.soapcentral.com/atwt/whoswho/bonnie.php
http://www.soapcentral.com/atwt/whoswho/paul.php
Which character am I gonna have kidnapped, Greg, Paul, Bonnie, Marah or Neleh? I may go against my readers' wishes...wait and see!
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Marah looked back, and was taken aback to see Greg, who was walking up the stairs of her apartment complex, right behind her. "You followed me home? I should have you arrested..."
"You wouldn't do that, now would you?" Greg grinned at Marah, and sped up, so he was beside her.
"Depending on what you do when we get into my apartment..." she rolled her eyes. "My brother's there by now, anyway...he'd take care of you for me!"
"Why is it every girl has a big brother, and I don't get a little sister to protect?" he asked, leaning against the wall while she unlocked her door.
"Paul locked the door...hmm...he and Bonnie must be..." Marah was interrupted by a frantic Bonnie, throwing the door open, and almost scaring Marah and Greg half-senseless. "Whoa! Bonnie, chill!"
"Oh God...Marah! Paul..." Bonnie was crying and shaking uncontrollably.
"What about Paul? Where is he?" Marah looked around. "Oh my God..." she glanced at Greg, then back at Bonnie. "What happened, Bonnie...where is he?"
Bonnie hugged Marah tightly. "Marah...we were...shopping...and someone came up behind me...and grabbed my shoulders. Then, Paul whirled around, and saw who it was, and shoved him away from me...and next thing I know...he's gone..."
Marah's eyes were filled with tears. "No...no, no...not Paul...no, no! No way!" she started shaking just as badly as Bonnie was. "Oh my God..."
Greg tried to remain as calm as he could, and looked at Bonnie. "Uh...Bonnie...were you wearing that jacket when whoever it was grabbed your shoulders?" he asked.
Bonnie nodded. "Here..." she took it off. "I'm pretty sure there are only three sets of prints or whatever on it..."
Marah fell to the couch. "Paul was right...I should have gone to Oakdale...oh my God...what if he's hurt? What if he can't call for help? Oh my God...why the FUCK didn't I listen to him? He's ALMOST always right, God damn it!"
"Take it easy, Marah...this isn't your fault...we need to call Grissom..." Greg took charge of the situation. It killed him to see her so distressed. "Can I use your phone?"
Marah nodded, tears flowing down her cheeks. "It's over there..." she pointed shakily to a table. Paul...I'm so sorry...please, just hang in there wherever you are, PLEASE...for me.
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Neleh glared at Nick and laughed. "No! I will not take this top off! I'm not being your body model, damn you!" she replied to a request from Nick to remove her top. She was wearing three shirts, in response to the surprisingly cold Las Vegas weather.
"Oh come on! Please?" he begged, jokingly. "You look like the Michelin tire marshmallow guy..."
Neleh looked to Harmony for support. "You're just gonna sit there while he violates me like this?" But, in realization that Harmony was content with what she was doing, which was kissing Warrick, she sighed. "Never mind..." she complained.
Sara peered into the room, and seeing the happy looks on everyone's faces, immensely hated the news she was about to bring. "H-hey...guys..." she looked mainly at Neleh and Harmony, but then at Warrick and Nick, sending them a signal that the news she was about to bring wasn't exactly good.
Neleh's smiling face moved from Nick to Sara. "What's up, Sara?" she asked.
"Uh...I have...some sorta bad news..." Sara looked behind her, thankful that Grissom was coming, so he could tell them the gut-wrenchingly bad news. "Griss...can you tell them?"
Grissom nodded, knowing why Sara didn't want to say. "Paul Ryan has been kidnapped..." he told them all.
Neleh's jaw dropped about a mile. "Huh...w-what?" she stuttered.
Harmony put her pointer, middle and ring fingers over her mouth, while her pinky and thumb rested on her cheeks. "Does...Marah know?" she gasped out.
"Yeah...she's with Greg and Bonnie at the moment...both she and Bonnie are really shaken up...Greg called and I heard both of them crying in the background..." Grissom explained with a nod.
"Oh my God...the poor girl..." Harmony stood up. "Both of them, really...she must be going through hell..."
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"Ah, you're awake...my darling son...too bad I couldn't get my daughter here, too..." a wry voice from across the room taunted.
Paul sat up, and tried to reply, but the tape over his mouth restricted him. Fuck! My head! He complained to himself, then remembering what happened, he started to worry about Bonnie. He looked up at his attacker, and tried to gasp, but couldn't. It was James! James really was back, and Marah wasn't just saying it to get him to come to Vegas. How could I have even questioned that? She wouldn't do that to me!
James knelt over Paul, and tore the tape off him. "Usually the tape over mouth thing isn't my style, but I decided I could make an exception for my son...what are you thinking, Paul?"
"First of all...back off Marah and Bonnie! And second of all, where the hell are we?" he asked, getting in James' face as much as he could.
"Paul, Paul, Paul...you definitely got some of my better features...namely my fear of nothing..." James shook his head. "Your sister is rather stupid in the way that she doesn't know when to keep her nose out of trouble. Not much unlike you...if you had just let me take Miss McKechnie, you'd be back with your darling sister..."
"Yeah right! Marah and Bonnie both mean so...why am I telling you anything? So you can just hurt them? No! You've got me...settle for once..." Paul snarled angrily.
"I wouldn't be making demands, son...the more demands you make, the more likely you are to be joined by your darling Bonnie, or sister dearest..." James snidely remarked, laughing afterward.
"Why I oughtta..." Paul, not thinking, swung fiercely at James, and knocked him down.
"Paul Ryan Stenbeck!" James stood up, and seemingly unphased, glared at Paul. "Just for that, your sister and Bonnie are in greater danger...they better stick in big groups..." he cackled as he left the room, locking the door behind him.
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Marah, still shaken, looked at Greg. "Thank you...I really have no idea what I'd have done if I'd found that out and had to call Grissom myself..." she hugged him.
Bonnie looked afraid. "Are you guys going back to the lab?" she was terrified of the thought of being alone with James on the loose.
"I'll stay with you, Bon..." Marah looked toward her teary-eyed friend, and then to Greg. "You have to treat this case with particular..."
Greg shushed her. "Bonnie can come to the lab with us, and hang out in the break room, ok? I'd like to have everyone I care about in one place, so that we can all have each other's backs..."
"Greg, someone needs to be here if James comes back...and I'm not afraid of him...I'm staying here...I have to, and that is that..." Marah insisted.
"No! I won't let you! You have to come back to the lab with us..." Bonnie protested along with Greg. "Please...Marah, you're the only one who even comes close to understanding how I feel right now...I'm begging you..."
Marah looked at Bonnie. "I wanna be able to..."
"Please!" both Greg and Bonnie begged.
Marah sighed, and with tears in her eyes, she gave in to their request. "Fine..." she leaned into Greg's chest, and broke down. "But I swear it, if anything happens to Paul, I'm going after James, and there's nothing you can do to stop me!"
Greg hugged her tight. "Marah...we'll find Paul, I promise..." he ran his hand through her hair, and waited for Sara, Grissom and the rest of the team.
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It's like I'm paranoid looking over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm feeling within
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin