If this is getting too stupid, don't tell me, I don't want to know. Let me keep my illusion that I can write. PLEEEEEEEEEEAse! Oh, and I changed some names that I thought were too lame. I.e. Trevor Lansing, and some more later on.
Courtney wasn't surprised that Carly and Jason had no inkling of what had happened. She was shocked that they were even able to get in the CIA. But if no one was going to help, she could do it herself. She knew the one person who probably knew where Ric was: Sonny Corinthos. She pulled into the driveway, right past two of Sonny's men. She stopped an inch away from the last, and loaded her gun. He pulled out his as well and held it menacingly. Courtney casually opened her car door and smiled at him charmingly.
"Tell Sonny I need to speak with him about the Madre Diamond." She waved him away. He narrowed his eyes but disappeared inside the building. Courtney checked her gun several times before he reappeared.
"Mr. Corinthos will see you now." He said gruffly. Courtney smiled and walked past him.
Sonny waited patiently for the agent. He knew what this was really about. Alcazar must have taken care of Ric, and now all that was left to do was tell the cops and get the diamond. Courtney walked through the door holding her gun, and interrupted Sonny's musing.
"Hello Courtney," he said cheerfully.
"Give it up Sonny, what did you do with Ric?" she snapped. His behavior had given it away, Courtney's minute hope of finding Ric alive diminished.
"Whoa, back down Court," sonny said raising his hands. "I didn't do anything to Ric." Courtney lowered her gun she didn't want to, but she believed him.
"Where is he?" she demanded. Skye appeared from the other room.
"We don't know. He's probably dead, agent." Skye answered scornfully.
"Skye," Sonny said warningly. Skye ignored him and continued.
"Once Alcazar wants you dead, you might as well buy a casket." Sonny sighed and poured himself a drink.
"What? Why would Alcazar want him dead? And how would you know?" Courtney glared at the couple and hurried out.
Faith knocked on Ric's door furiously. She grabbed the doorknob, and to her surprise, the door flew open.
"Shit." She walked in; the lights were off. She felt the wall and found the light switch. Ric's apartment lit up. Nothing looked unusual, except… Faith knelt and picked it up. Ric's keys. "God damn it." Faith pulled out her cell and dialed the number she dreaded.
"Hello?" Scotty's arrogant voice cut into the silence. Faith took a difficult breath.
"It's Faith Roscoe. I need you to come down to Ric Lansing's apartment."
"Awww. You mean Sonny Corinthos's brother has been killed? Do you think Sonny…"
"No!" Faith shouted, she quickly regained her composure and continued. "Listen old man, I want you to get down here to investigate the…the possible kidnapping of Ric Lansing." Scott went silent on the other end
"Do you think Sonny…" Scott said suddenly. Faith hung up angrily. She dialed Courtney's number. It rang only once before a harried Courtney answered.
"Hello Faith, have you heard from Ric yet?" She asked quickly. Faith grimaced, trust Courtney to make it harder.
"Agent Matthews… Agent Ric Lansing is missing. I suspect he was abducted right after he walked through the door." She paused to let it sink in before continuing. "Please, just stay where you are, Court. I don't want personal issues…"
"I won't Sir, don't worry." Courtney said flatly, then hung up.