~Toby~
It's dark and it's cold. Two combinations that I have come to dislike. I can hear voices above me, and I can hear the traffic outside. We must be near a busy intersection, because I can hear yelling and honking every few minutes. The only ventilation I have going for myself is a little, cracked window. Which allows the rain to flow in.
I wish I could talk to CJ, just to make sure she is okay. She's probably going crazy with fear and anger towards me. If I ever get out of here, I'll probably need protection from her, or she'll kill me herself.
What about Simon and Rachel? I haven't heard anything from them. Of course, I don't get to see much from down here. I have to find a way out of here. But how?
~
"Mr. Ziegler," Omar walked down the steps to the basement where Toby was located. "I've been watching the news and they haven't mentioned anything about my brother. What's going on?"
"I don't work with idiots?" Toby snapped.
"Are you sure you want to piss me off?" Omar asked. "I don't think so."
"I don't know why they haven't done anything yet. You disconnected before the President could answer."
"They do have a nice photo of you though," Omar sat down. "I was kind of hoping this would go over better. But you haven't shown anything that interests me. I should have taken the girl."
"She couldn't have done anything," Toby warned.
"You're risking your own life for her. I'm thinking the White House would have done anything in their power to get her back. Apparently, they don't like you very much."
"You have to give them time," Toby yelled.
"What if I told you a secret?" Omar ignored Toby and asked.
"What?" Toby shook his head in confusion.
"What if I told you I have CJ Cregg next door?" Omar whispered.
"There's no way she's next door," Toby said.
"How much are you willing to bet?"
"I don't believe you," Toby looked around.
"Are you willing to risk her life on it," Omar yelled. "If my brother is not released in twenty-four hours. I'll kill you, and all of your friends. And that's a promise," Omar threatened and walked out.
CJ'S OFFICE
~CJ~
Why did he do that? Why did he make them take him? He always does this. He's going to be okay, and when he returns, I'm going to kill him myself. He has no right putting me through this. Putting all of us through this.
Simon died because of me. Rachel is in critical condition because of me. And Toby's kidnapped because of me. Yet here I am, sitting in my office, healthy and alive. All because Toby had to play hero. I'm furious at him, yet I'm so thankful. Deep down, he's stronger then I am. He'll just never hear me admit it.
~
"CJ?" Josh walked in. "I brought you a salad."
"Thanks," CJ said, staring out the window.
"CJ," Josh sat next to her on the couch and grabbed her hand. "This wasn't your fault."
"The threats started with me Josh. I told the President not to tell Toby. Because he gets too protective," CJ stood and yelled. Josh could tell she was tired and worn out, but she wouldn't relax. "What if they kill him?" She cried.
"CJ. I know Toby. And he may be protective, but he's also strong and stubborn. That may work in his favor," Josh tried to help.
"What if that works against him," CJ mentioned.
"He'll find a way back to us CJ. You need to believe that, just like I need to believe in that."
"I'm scared," CJ admitted.
"So am I," Josh hugged CJ and let her cry on his shoulder. Josh couldn't help but allow the tears he had forming in his eyes fall down his face.
"Hey guys," Sam rushed in. "He's back on the phone."
"Toby?" CJ asked.
"It's Omar Batten."
TBC
It's dark and it's cold. Two combinations that I have come to dislike. I can hear voices above me, and I can hear the traffic outside. We must be near a busy intersection, because I can hear yelling and honking every few minutes. The only ventilation I have going for myself is a little, cracked window. Which allows the rain to flow in.
I wish I could talk to CJ, just to make sure she is okay. She's probably going crazy with fear and anger towards me. If I ever get out of here, I'll probably need protection from her, or she'll kill me herself.
What about Simon and Rachel? I haven't heard anything from them. Of course, I don't get to see much from down here. I have to find a way out of here. But how?
~
"Mr. Ziegler," Omar walked down the steps to the basement where Toby was located. "I've been watching the news and they haven't mentioned anything about my brother. What's going on?"
"I don't work with idiots?" Toby snapped.
"Are you sure you want to piss me off?" Omar asked. "I don't think so."
"I don't know why they haven't done anything yet. You disconnected before the President could answer."
"They do have a nice photo of you though," Omar sat down. "I was kind of hoping this would go over better. But you haven't shown anything that interests me. I should have taken the girl."
"She couldn't have done anything," Toby warned.
"You're risking your own life for her. I'm thinking the White House would have done anything in their power to get her back. Apparently, they don't like you very much."
"You have to give them time," Toby yelled.
"What if I told you a secret?" Omar ignored Toby and asked.
"What?" Toby shook his head in confusion.
"What if I told you I have CJ Cregg next door?" Omar whispered.
"There's no way she's next door," Toby said.
"How much are you willing to bet?"
"I don't believe you," Toby looked around.
"Are you willing to risk her life on it," Omar yelled. "If my brother is not released in twenty-four hours. I'll kill you, and all of your friends. And that's a promise," Omar threatened and walked out.
CJ'S OFFICE
~CJ~
Why did he do that? Why did he make them take him? He always does this. He's going to be okay, and when he returns, I'm going to kill him myself. He has no right putting me through this. Putting all of us through this.
Simon died because of me. Rachel is in critical condition because of me. And Toby's kidnapped because of me. Yet here I am, sitting in my office, healthy and alive. All because Toby had to play hero. I'm furious at him, yet I'm so thankful. Deep down, he's stronger then I am. He'll just never hear me admit it.
~
"CJ?" Josh walked in. "I brought you a salad."
"Thanks," CJ said, staring out the window.
"CJ," Josh sat next to her on the couch and grabbed her hand. "This wasn't your fault."
"The threats started with me Josh. I told the President not to tell Toby. Because he gets too protective," CJ stood and yelled. Josh could tell she was tired and worn out, but she wouldn't relax. "What if they kill him?" She cried.
"CJ. I know Toby. And he may be protective, but he's also strong and stubborn. That may work in his favor," Josh tried to help.
"What if that works against him," CJ mentioned.
"He'll find a way back to us CJ. You need to believe that, just like I need to believe in that."
"I'm scared," CJ admitted.
"So am I," Josh hugged CJ and let her cry on his shoulder. Josh couldn't help but allow the tears he had forming in his eyes fall down his face.
"Hey guys," Sam rushed in. "He's back on the phone."
"Toby?" CJ asked.
"It's Omar Batten."
TBC