Same disclaimers as always. I don't own 'em, but I wish I did. Imagine
how much fun I could have with Nicky and Greg... Sorry.
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed the story, it really keeps me going. Feedback is the chocolate for the writer's soul.
Part 10
"What's it to you?" Nick asked, faking bravery.
"The game isn't over yet," Crane dryly answered.
"This may be a game for you, but it isn't for us," Greg shot.
"But it should be. It's a great game, giant game of cat and mice. And I've already caught one."
Nick and Greg exchanged looks. Both didn't want to say it, but they knew Crane had to be referring to O'Reilly.
"What have you done?" Nick asked.
"Let's go somewhere more private. What do you say we go back to your room? We can have a good chat there."
"How about we." Nick began.
Crane removed the gun that was hidden in his coat pocket. "That really wasn't a request, Nicholas. You, me and little Gregory are going to have a chat."
Following Crane's orders, Nick and Greg turned around and headed back to their room.
"Put the suitcases into the closet. You won't be needing them anymore," Crane said, as he locked the door behind them.
Nick took Greg's and as he did, whispered in the younger man's ear, "Don't worry, it'll be ok. I'll keep you safe and sound."
But that didn't make him feel any better. He sat down on one of the beds, the one closest to the windows. Nick took a seat next to him, and they both watched Crane pace back and forth. The silence was beginning to get to Greg, made him more and more nervous. Nick noticed Greg's increasing anxiety and placed a hand on the center of his back.
"Ssshhh. It'll be over soon," Nick whispered.
"I'm surprised your entire team isn't here. It's a pity really, more people to play with. But that's ok. I've got the one I really want," Crane suddenly said.
"Let him go. Greg hasn't done anything."
"But he's the one I want. He's the one I'm really after."
Greg swallowed hard. Nick glanced at his friend, the sudden color-drained worried him.
"What have I done?" Greg chocked out.
"You took my place. I was going to be Nick's friend, but you took my place," Crane answered.
"He was my friend before you ever came along," Nick interjected.
Crane just threw a look in Nick's direction. Greg and Nick watched as Crane headed toward them. He took Nick's hand and forced him to stand. Nick may have had the height and size advantage, but Crane had the weapon advantage.
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed the story, it really keeps me going. Feedback is the chocolate for the writer's soul.
Part 10
"What's it to you?" Nick asked, faking bravery.
"The game isn't over yet," Crane dryly answered.
"This may be a game for you, but it isn't for us," Greg shot.
"But it should be. It's a great game, giant game of cat and mice. And I've already caught one."
Nick and Greg exchanged looks. Both didn't want to say it, but they knew Crane had to be referring to O'Reilly.
"What have you done?" Nick asked.
"Let's go somewhere more private. What do you say we go back to your room? We can have a good chat there."
"How about we." Nick began.
Crane removed the gun that was hidden in his coat pocket. "That really wasn't a request, Nicholas. You, me and little Gregory are going to have a chat."
Following Crane's orders, Nick and Greg turned around and headed back to their room.
"Put the suitcases into the closet. You won't be needing them anymore," Crane said, as he locked the door behind them.
Nick took Greg's and as he did, whispered in the younger man's ear, "Don't worry, it'll be ok. I'll keep you safe and sound."
But that didn't make him feel any better. He sat down on one of the beds, the one closest to the windows. Nick took a seat next to him, and they both watched Crane pace back and forth. The silence was beginning to get to Greg, made him more and more nervous. Nick noticed Greg's increasing anxiety and placed a hand on the center of his back.
"Ssshhh. It'll be over soon," Nick whispered.
"I'm surprised your entire team isn't here. It's a pity really, more people to play with. But that's ok. I've got the one I really want," Crane suddenly said.
"Let him go. Greg hasn't done anything."
"But he's the one I want. He's the one I'm really after."
Greg swallowed hard. Nick glanced at his friend, the sudden color-drained worried him.
"What have I done?" Greg chocked out.
"You took my place. I was going to be Nick's friend, but you took my place," Crane answered.
"He was my friend before you ever came along," Nick interjected.
Crane just threw a look in Nick's direction. Greg and Nick watched as Crane headed toward them. He took Nick's hand and forced him to stand. Nick may have had the height and size advantage, but Crane had the weapon advantage.