Rachel went to Chandler and Joey's apartment that night, she couldn't go
back to her own, it was still under police investigation. It was empty that
night, both Monica and Chandler must have gone out. She didn't think
anything of it, they had been getting close lately, a lot closer then they
ever were before. She sank down in one of the barca loungers and switched
on the TV, only to quickly turn it off again. The news was on and they had
a story of Joey's upcoming trial, it was big news at the moment but for
Rachel and the rest of the gang it was hard knowing that the life of one of
their friends was in the hands of someone that didn't even know their own
name. She sighed and rested her head against the head of the chair and
gently fell asleep.
Monica stared at the walls around her. The back of the van was dark and murky. She tried to scream out again but her voice was muffled by the fowl piece of cloth that had been stuffed in to her mouth. She hadn't had time to comprehend what was happening to her before she was chucked to the back of the van and the doors were slammed shut, blocking out the vital sunlight. There was someone in the van with her. He had tied the cloth around her wrists and ankles, restricting her from moving. She could hear him now, breathing but making no other sounds of movements. She shuddered as the full terror of the situation hit her. There was nothing she could do; no-one knew where she was except Chandler and he wouldn't be back for hours. A tear escaped her moist eyes as she realised that this was how she was going to die, with no family, no relatives beside her and then just being tossed aside somewhere. No funeral, no friends saying their last goodbye. As the van bumped over a rock in the road Monica bumped her head against the side of the van. She closed her eyes as strangely familiar scenes flashed before her eyes.
They were all in her bedroom. No wait, a couple of people were missing. Only she, Chandler, Joey and Phoebe were in the bedroom, she could hear Rachels voice outside the door and Ross' voice followed nervously.
'How was she?' Rachel shouted.
'Well don't answer that!' Chandler said beside her. She could hear Ross stutter something, as if trying to toss aside the question but Rachel started up again.
'Come on you wanted to talk about it so lets talk about it! How was she?'
As suddenly as it had started the vision stopped and Monica found her self back to reality in the back of the van. She froze as she heard the man beside her move. A flicker of light indicated that he was lighting a cigarette, the familiar smell of nicotine which followed it proved it. She shuddered again and tried to calm down. It wouldn't help matters if she was panicking.
Chandler was tapping the dashboard nervously. The van was slipping in and out of sight.
'Relax man.' The man beside him said. Chandler turned to face him. The mans face was calm and it almost seemed as if he didn't care about the most important thing in his life was being dragged away to God knows where by people who were infamous for murders.
'Relax? How can I relax? Do you even know who these people are?'
'Yes Chandler, I know who these people are, I just don't see how panicking will help this situation.' Ross said. Chandler sighed and nodded. He knew Ross was right. The van weaved in and out of the traffic on the road, disappearing at times. Chandler, even under all the anxiety over Monica, felt that his idea had been worth it. It was obvious that they couldn't keep Monica under constant surveillance, and the police, who still felt that Joey was guilty, wouldn't put her under police protection. So Chandler had to take things in his own hands. He had ordered someone to be around Monica full time, without making it obvious to her. When ever she was 'alone' he would be the one following her. Today he knew that it was worth it.
'You're right man. Should I call the police yet?'
'Not yet Chandler. we need to know where they're taking her or the police will dismiss it.' Chandler nodded again. They sat in silence for the rest of the journey, only talking when they had successfully followed that van without being seen. They stopped about 600 yards down the road from where van had stopped. They watched, forcing themselves to safety out as they saw a man chuck a bounded Monica out of the back of the van. Another man and a woman got out from the front and dragged her inside a wooden cabin. They waited a few minutes before they decided it was safe for them to move.
'I think we should call the police now. Where are we?' Ross asked. Chandler froze in his seat.
'I thought you was concentrating on where we were going?' He said nervously. Ross rolled his eyes.
'No you were!' He yelled. Chandler shushed him. The last thing they needed was to be caught.
'Right we had to think about this carefully. I think one of us should go back and get the police and the other should go and get Monica.' Chandler said. Ross looked at him as if was crazy.
'What!? You cant be serious Chandler, you'll get killed!'
'I'll get killed? Who said it was going to be me anyway?' He said. Ross looked at him sceptically and shook his head. 'Well ok it'll be me.'
'I meant to say that none of us are going in there. I mean I love my sister and I'm scared so much for her right now and I want to go in there and save her but you know what those people are like, it wont help.'
'Ok. But it's the quickest way. Come on man. I really love Monica, I couldn't forgive myself if anything happened to her and I know you wouldn't either. Come on you know you're going to anyway so stop fussing and get driving!' Chandler said in a whisper. They were aware that they had been a little loud and were trying to keep a lower profile. Ross nodded and started the engine. Chandler quietly opened the door and stepped out. His feet crunched down on the leaves that lines the dirt track, fallen from the trees above that were blocking them from sight. His heart was thudding against his chest. He realised how stupid the situation was wished there was a safer way.
As Ross drove off he crept around the cabin, trying to get a look in through the windows. They were dirty, as though they hadn't been washed for years and he couldn't see through them. He stopped at a window where he could hear voices and listened.
'Do we have to kill her though? I mean she cant remember anything. They wont believe her. I told her it was all a dream, something she imagined from what everyone was saying.' He heard the female voice say. He recognized it from somewhere, he just couldn't remember where.
'She will get her memory back sometime though and when they find out that you're a fraud they're going to believe her!' A mans voice shouted back at her. Chandler's legs began to protest from crouching down for so long and he shifted to try and get some feeling back in to them. He went back to listening but before he could hear anything else he felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around sharply to see who it was. A tall muscular man stood, towering above him. The gathering shadows in the trees around them made it difficult to make out his face. Chandler didn't have a chance to do anything before he was hit in the face. He fell to the floor with a heavy thud. He was too dazed to react right away and didn't see the next one coming. He barely could comprehend what was happening before his world blacked out.
Monica came around slowly. She had fainted in the van when it had all become too much for her. She found herself alone in a room ,tied to a chair. She blinked the room back in to focus and her eyes searched for any indication for where she was but all she saw was an empty room. Or not quite so empty. There was another person on a chair next to her. Chandler!
'Chandler?' She called softly. His head stirred a little and she called again. This time he woke up and looked at her. It took a moment for his head to regain it's thinking pattern before he realised what had happened.
'Monica? Are you alright?' He asked.
'Yeah I'm fine, but I'd be a lot better if I was beaten and tied to a chair right about now. What about you? Are you alright?'
'Never been better.' Chandler said sombrely. 'Do you know what's going on here?' He said looking at her. She shook her head and he sighed. 'Well I assume they're something to do with the robbery.' He lent back against his chair and closed his eyes. He really hoped Ross got back with the police soon. He could hear the man and woman in the other room again. Monica's head shot up. She recognized the voices!
'Chandler!' She whispered, catching Chandler's attention again. He looked up at her. 'Those voices! I know them!'
'Who are they?'
'That women, she's Leanne, my psychiatrist. And that man, he was the other robber. The one that ran away before I got knocked out.' Monica said. Chandler raised his eyebrows.
'Then it's obvious why they brought you here.' He said morbidly. Monica Shuddered. Yeah, she knew.
Phoebe sighed as she picked up her cell phone. She knew she should have turned it off, she hated being interrupted in the middle of something.
'Hello?' She sighed in to the phone.
'Phoebe it's Ross. Look I really need your help. They've got Monica, Chandler's there. Come on Pheobs.' She heard Ross' voice down the phone.
'Ross! Calm down. Who's got Monica, where are they?' She asked. She sat up in the back of the car. Her boyfriend sat up as well, suddenly interested in the conversation. Monica was his main priority at work at the moment. He had been put on her case a few days ago and that was how he had met Phoebe.
'I don't know who they are, but we need to get there quick. You know that number of that police man on the case, can you get him?'
'Uh, yeah sure. Where are you know?'
'I had to pull over for gas. I'm at the 5th gas station along route 67. the cabin they took her to is only about 20 miles away from here. Can you hurry?'
'I'm with Jack now, we're about 10 minutes away from route 67, we'll be there as soon as we can. Don't move ok?' Phoebe said. Jack hadn't needed to be told, he climbed in the front seat, turned on the engine and radioed for backup. Informing them that they would confirm their location as soon as it was clear.
'Ok Phoebe. Hurry ok?' Ross said anxiously. Phoebe agreed and hung up.
'You ok Phoebe?' Jack said as he moved on to the road. Phoebe nodded silently. She had a bad feeling about this. Why did Chandler go to investigate. That was a stupid idea. Then again people did stupid things when they were in love. And Chandler definatly loved Monica, even if he didn't realise it.
Chandler had no idea how long they had been sitting there. It felt like hours, by now the sun had set. He figured it must have been about 6 in the evening. Ross should be here by now. It was about quarter to 5 when he had left, where was he? He tensed up as he heard footsteps coming to the room. It was the first time he could clearly see anyone of them.
Monica looked up, once more returning back to reality after another memory. It was a comforting memory, she was cooking a big meal for everyone, thanksgiving maybe, and Chandler was moping because he had just broke up with Janice. Someone had suggested that they go down to the park and play a little three on three football. She had smiled as she felt more familiar with this. Now however she was awaiting the kidnappers to come in the room.
'Well Hello Monica. And Monica's friend.' Leanne said as she stepped in to the room. 'I guess you all know why you're here?' She looked at them. 'No? well let me give you a clue. You are the only person who knows what we look like, the only one that can give us away, well the only one that isn't currently on death row.' She said laughing. Chandler tensed up even more. How dare she talk about his best friends that way.
'With you gone and that guy in jail, we're free to go about our business as usual.' The man added in.
'Yep. It was so simple as well. Funny how people with no memory will believe anything you tell them.' Leanne said, her face just inches away from Monica's.
'And as for you're friend.' The man said, walking towards Chandler. 'didn't you know that curiosity kills?' He laughed and returned to his place by the door. He pulled a gun from it's holster on his belt and pointed it to Monica. 'And now it's time to say goodbye. Not that you remember who you should be saying goodbye to.' He laughed again and Chandler could feel the fury rise in him. Monica was shaking. They were just playing with them.
There was a loud bang and Monica shut her eyes, but she didn't feel any pain. There were a few more bangs and still Monica felt nothing. She opened her eyes and looked around. The robber was on the floor, blood leaking from a wound in his arm and another in his leg. Neither looked fatal and Monica wondered if that was the point. She looked over to the door and saw the police officer that was in charge of her case, Jack, standing there, gun raised towards Leanne. She felt someone pull at the cloth around her wrists and looked down. It was Phoebe! Ross was working at the material tying Chandler to the chair next to her. She sighed with relief as she and Chandler were freed and Leanne and the robbers were disarmed and handcuffed.
Chandler smiled as he stepped outside, the cool night air a welcome change from the stale air inside the cabin. He watched as four police men struggled to get two hefty men in to the back of the police van along with Leanne and the robber. He held Monica's hand on the way to the other police car that would take them home.
Ok, so where in the season this takes place is a little unsure but that's not what counts. This is the end of the story but the epilogue will be up soon. Will Joey be proven innocent? Will Monica get her memory back? Will she and Chandler live happily ever after together? Well review loads and I'll post the answers in an all new epilogue!!!! (sorry about the way I said that but I've been watching a lot of previews recently lol)
Monica stared at the walls around her. The back of the van was dark and murky. She tried to scream out again but her voice was muffled by the fowl piece of cloth that had been stuffed in to her mouth. She hadn't had time to comprehend what was happening to her before she was chucked to the back of the van and the doors were slammed shut, blocking out the vital sunlight. There was someone in the van with her. He had tied the cloth around her wrists and ankles, restricting her from moving. She could hear him now, breathing but making no other sounds of movements. She shuddered as the full terror of the situation hit her. There was nothing she could do; no-one knew where she was except Chandler and he wouldn't be back for hours. A tear escaped her moist eyes as she realised that this was how she was going to die, with no family, no relatives beside her and then just being tossed aside somewhere. No funeral, no friends saying their last goodbye. As the van bumped over a rock in the road Monica bumped her head against the side of the van. She closed her eyes as strangely familiar scenes flashed before her eyes.
They were all in her bedroom. No wait, a couple of people were missing. Only she, Chandler, Joey and Phoebe were in the bedroom, she could hear Rachels voice outside the door and Ross' voice followed nervously.
'How was she?' Rachel shouted.
'Well don't answer that!' Chandler said beside her. She could hear Ross stutter something, as if trying to toss aside the question but Rachel started up again.
'Come on you wanted to talk about it so lets talk about it! How was she?'
As suddenly as it had started the vision stopped and Monica found her self back to reality in the back of the van. She froze as she heard the man beside her move. A flicker of light indicated that he was lighting a cigarette, the familiar smell of nicotine which followed it proved it. She shuddered again and tried to calm down. It wouldn't help matters if she was panicking.
Chandler was tapping the dashboard nervously. The van was slipping in and out of sight.
'Relax man.' The man beside him said. Chandler turned to face him. The mans face was calm and it almost seemed as if he didn't care about the most important thing in his life was being dragged away to God knows where by people who were infamous for murders.
'Relax? How can I relax? Do you even know who these people are?'
'Yes Chandler, I know who these people are, I just don't see how panicking will help this situation.' Ross said. Chandler sighed and nodded. He knew Ross was right. The van weaved in and out of the traffic on the road, disappearing at times. Chandler, even under all the anxiety over Monica, felt that his idea had been worth it. It was obvious that they couldn't keep Monica under constant surveillance, and the police, who still felt that Joey was guilty, wouldn't put her under police protection. So Chandler had to take things in his own hands. He had ordered someone to be around Monica full time, without making it obvious to her. When ever she was 'alone' he would be the one following her. Today he knew that it was worth it.
'You're right man. Should I call the police yet?'
'Not yet Chandler. we need to know where they're taking her or the police will dismiss it.' Chandler nodded again. They sat in silence for the rest of the journey, only talking when they had successfully followed that van without being seen. They stopped about 600 yards down the road from where van had stopped. They watched, forcing themselves to safety out as they saw a man chuck a bounded Monica out of the back of the van. Another man and a woman got out from the front and dragged her inside a wooden cabin. They waited a few minutes before they decided it was safe for them to move.
'I think we should call the police now. Where are we?' Ross asked. Chandler froze in his seat.
'I thought you was concentrating on where we were going?' He said nervously. Ross rolled his eyes.
'No you were!' He yelled. Chandler shushed him. The last thing they needed was to be caught.
'Right we had to think about this carefully. I think one of us should go back and get the police and the other should go and get Monica.' Chandler said. Ross looked at him as if was crazy.
'What!? You cant be serious Chandler, you'll get killed!'
'I'll get killed? Who said it was going to be me anyway?' He said. Ross looked at him sceptically and shook his head. 'Well ok it'll be me.'
'I meant to say that none of us are going in there. I mean I love my sister and I'm scared so much for her right now and I want to go in there and save her but you know what those people are like, it wont help.'
'Ok. But it's the quickest way. Come on man. I really love Monica, I couldn't forgive myself if anything happened to her and I know you wouldn't either. Come on you know you're going to anyway so stop fussing and get driving!' Chandler said in a whisper. They were aware that they had been a little loud and were trying to keep a lower profile. Ross nodded and started the engine. Chandler quietly opened the door and stepped out. His feet crunched down on the leaves that lines the dirt track, fallen from the trees above that were blocking them from sight. His heart was thudding against his chest. He realised how stupid the situation was wished there was a safer way.
As Ross drove off he crept around the cabin, trying to get a look in through the windows. They were dirty, as though they hadn't been washed for years and he couldn't see through them. He stopped at a window where he could hear voices and listened.
'Do we have to kill her though? I mean she cant remember anything. They wont believe her. I told her it was all a dream, something she imagined from what everyone was saying.' He heard the female voice say. He recognized it from somewhere, he just couldn't remember where.
'She will get her memory back sometime though and when they find out that you're a fraud they're going to believe her!' A mans voice shouted back at her. Chandler's legs began to protest from crouching down for so long and he shifted to try and get some feeling back in to them. He went back to listening but before he could hear anything else he felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around sharply to see who it was. A tall muscular man stood, towering above him. The gathering shadows in the trees around them made it difficult to make out his face. Chandler didn't have a chance to do anything before he was hit in the face. He fell to the floor with a heavy thud. He was too dazed to react right away and didn't see the next one coming. He barely could comprehend what was happening before his world blacked out.
Monica came around slowly. She had fainted in the van when it had all become too much for her. She found herself alone in a room ,tied to a chair. She blinked the room back in to focus and her eyes searched for any indication for where she was but all she saw was an empty room. Or not quite so empty. There was another person on a chair next to her. Chandler!
'Chandler?' She called softly. His head stirred a little and she called again. This time he woke up and looked at her. It took a moment for his head to regain it's thinking pattern before he realised what had happened.
'Monica? Are you alright?' He asked.
'Yeah I'm fine, but I'd be a lot better if I was beaten and tied to a chair right about now. What about you? Are you alright?'
'Never been better.' Chandler said sombrely. 'Do you know what's going on here?' He said looking at her. She shook her head and he sighed. 'Well I assume they're something to do with the robbery.' He lent back against his chair and closed his eyes. He really hoped Ross got back with the police soon. He could hear the man and woman in the other room again. Monica's head shot up. She recognized the voices!
'Chandler!' She whispered, catching Chandler's attention again. He looked up at her. 'Those voices! I know them!'
'Who are they?'
'That women, she's Leanne, my psychiatrist. And that man, he was the other robber. The one that ran away before I got knocked out.' Monica said. Chandler raised his eyebrows.
'Then it's obvious why they brought you here.' He said morbidly. Monica Shuddered. Yeah, she knew.
Phoebe sighed as she picked up her cell phone. She knew she should have turned it off, she hated being interrupted in the middle of something.
'Hello?' She sighed in to the phone.
'Phoebe it's Ross. Look I really need your help. They've got Monica, Chandler's there. Come on Pheobs.' She heard Ross' voice down the phone.
'Ross! Calm down. Who's got Monica, where are they?' She asked. She sat up in the back of the car. Her boyfriend sat up as well, suddenly interested in the conversation. Monica was his main priority at work at the moment. He had been put on her case a few days ago and that was how he had met Phoebe.
'I don't know who they are, but we need to get there quick. You know that number of that police man on the case, can you get him?'
'Uh, yeah sure. Where are you know?'
'I had to pull over for gas. I'm at the 5th gas station along route 67. the cabin they took her to is only about 20 miles away from here. Can you hurry?'
'I'm with Jack now, we're about 10 minutes away from route 67, we'll be there as soon as we can. Don't move ok?' Phoebe said. Jack hadn't needed to be told, he climbed in the front seat, turned on the engine and radioed for backup. Informing them that they would confirm their location as soon as it was clear.
'Ok Phoebe. Hurry ok?' Ross said anxiously. Phoebe agreed and hung up.
'You ok Phoebe?' Jack said as he moved on to the road. Phoebe nodded silently. She had a bad feeling about this. Why did Chandler go to investigate. That was a stupid idea. Then again people did stupid things when they were in love. And Chandler definatly loved Monica, even if he didn't realise it.
Chandler had no idea how long they had been sitting there. It felt like hours, by now the sun had set. He figured it must have been about 6 in the evening. Ross should be here by now. It was about quarter to 5 when he had left, where was he? He tensed up as he heard footsteps coming to the room. It was the first time he could clearly see anyone of them.
Monica looked up, once more returning back to reality after another memory. It was a comforting memory, she was cooking a big meal for everyone, thanksgiving maybe, and Chandler was moping because he had just broke up with Janice. Someone had suggested that they go down to the park and play a little three on three football. She had smiled as she felt more familiar with this. Now however she was awaiting the kidnappers to come in the room.
'Well Hello Monica. And Monica's friend.' Leanne said as she stepped in to the room. 'I guess you all know why you're here?' She looked at them. 'No? well let me give you a clue. You are the only person who knows what we look like, the only one that can give us away, well the only one that isn't currently on death row.' She said laughing. Chandler tensed up even more. How dare she talk about his best friends that way.
'With you gone and that guy in jail, we're free to go about our business as usual.' The man added in.
'Yep. It was so simple as well. Funny how people with no memory will believe anything you tell them.' Leanne said, her face just inches away from Monica's.
'And as for you're friend.' The man said, walking towards Chandler. 'didn't you know that curiosity kills?' He laughed and returned to his place by the door. He pulled a gun from it's holster on his belt and pointed it to Monica. 'And now it's time to say goodbye. Not that you remember who you should be saying goodbye to.' He laughed again and Chandler could feel the fury rise in him. Monica was shaking. They were just playing with them.
There was a loud bang and Monica shut her eyes, but she didn't feel any pain. There were a few more bangs and still Monica felt nothing. She opened her eyes and looked around. The robber was on the floor, blood leaking from a wound in his arm and another in his leg. Neither looked fatal and Monica wondered if that was the point. She looked over to the door and saw the police officer that was in charge of her case, Jack, standing there, gun raised towards Leanne. She felt someone pull at the cloth around her wrists and looked down. It was Phoebe! Ross was working at the material tying Chandler to the chair next to her. She sighed with relief as she and Chandler were freed and Leanne and the robbers were disarmed and handcuffed.
Chandler smiled as he stepped outside, the cool night air a welcome change from the stale air inside the cabin. He watched as four police men struggled to get two hefty men in to the back of the police van along with Leanne and the robber. He held Monica's hand on the way to the other police car that would take them home.
Ok, so where in the season this takes place is a little unsure but that's not what counts. This is the end of the story but the epilogue will be up soon. Will Joey be proven innocent? Will Monica get her memory back? Will she and Chandler live happily ever after together? Well review loads and I'll post the answers in an all new epilogue!!!! (sorry about the way I said that but I've been watching a lot of previews recently lol)