Sorry this has been so long in coming.....things have just been crazy. I've
been traveling every weekend with debate and then there was that LOVELY
week of midterms! Lol.....but anyways, here's chapter four. Thanks for the
feedback on 3, hope you enjoy this-sorry it's kinda short!
Disclaimer: they're not mine.
Chapter Four
"Why are you doing this?" Monica asked her abductor angrily, "You can't kidnap a pregnant woman!"
Her captor did not respond; he only continued talking on the phone. "Yeah, Mike, I need that private plane as soon as possible. I want to get the both of us over to Madrid as soon as possible."
Monica mouth dropped open at the sound of "Madrid". He planned on leaving the country with her! She glanced around, looking frantically for some way-any way to escape. But there was none.
"Why are you doing this?" she screamed again, "I'm married, I'm pregnant, what could you possibly-"
Her abductor cut her off as he slapped a hand across her mouth, "You aren't married any longer," he said evenly, "At least, not to him. You are married to me. And if you tell anyone any differently, I swear, on my life, that I will kill your real husband, and all your friends."
Monica was silent, knowing he was serious. She was stuck.
There was no way out.
***
Forty-eight hours. That was the only thought that was running through Chandler's mind. Forty-eight hours had passed, without a single sign, or clue, of his wife. There were no leads, no suspects, nothing.....
True to his word, Walters' one hundred thousand posters had been printed, and distributed, all of them advertising a ten-thousand dollar reward for information about Monica's return. There had not, however, been a single phone call.
Chandler sat in Walters' office, wringing his hands and waiting for something, anything, to happen. He hadn't been home since he'd gone to get the pictures, but he didn't care. He didn't want to leave until Monica was leaving with him. The others had gone home, to "get sleep", they said. But Chandler knew darn well that none of them would be able to sleep.
"Mr. Bing," Detective Walters said, interrupting Chandler's thoughts, "The police and I have been discussing it, and we'd like you to do a television announcement."
"Excuse me?" Chandler asked.
"A television announcement. You'll just get up and talk about how much you want your wife back, stuff like that. They'll play it nationwide on the news. It'll help. Get people interested."
Chandler nodded. Anything to help.
***
"My name is Chandler Bing," Chandler said, his voice wobbling as he stared at the dozens of cameras pointed at him, "Two days ago my wife was taken from our apartment and I-I...I'm here to tell whoever has her to let her go. She....she's the most amazing woman on the face of the Earth, and she doesn't deserve to be hurt in any way. She....she's pregnant with our first baby, and she wants that baby more than anything. It's just....it....you need to let her go. She needs to be with her family, and with her friends. Just let her go on a street, anywhere, but let her go. She needs to be with the people who love her.
"And Mon," he said softly, "If you're out there, listening to this, I want you to know how much I love you and how much I miss you, and want you home. And I want you to know that I am never ever going to stop searching until you're home in my arms. Never, Mon. That's my promise."
It was a promise Chandler intended to keep.
***
"My sister is the most wonderful woman on the face of the Earth," Ross said, as he stood on the platform with his mother and father, staring into the faces of television cameras. Chandler had done the press release yesterday; Ross and the Geller's had offered to do it today. "Whoever has her needs to give her back. She needs to be home for Christmas."
"She's my baby girl," Jack said gently, "My only daughter, and I need her. We all need her. Whoever has her doesn't need her. She needs us, so please, please, let her go."
"She's my only daughter," Judy said, repeating Jack's words, "My only daughter and I love her so much...." Judy couldn't finish her words; she burst into tears and fell into Jack's arms.
"Jack," she sobbed, as soon as the cameras were turned off, "Why would somebody do this?"
"I don't know," Jack whispered. "Why would somebody take a beautiful, pregnant, young woman?"
"That's not the question," Judy said gently, "The question is why would someone take my beautiful, pregnant, young daughter?"
Off to the side, two policemen, previously skeptical, turned to each other, one muttering, "These guys seem real." The other just nodded.
***
"So you're gonna fly us straight there, right Mike?" he asked, gripping Monica's hand tightly as he spoke.
"Yup," Mike said, "She's gonna obey ya, right?"
"Oh, definitely. She knows you'll kill that husband of hers if she doesn't."
"She really know that?" Mike said, glaring into Monica's eyes, "She'd better. It's true. I'd do anything for this guy, and that includes killing your husband if you so much as try to escape."
Monica nodded, silent. She'd decided the day before that she'd be quiet. If she didn't talk, they had no reason to harm her family.
"Monica," he said, pushing her in the back gently, "Get on the plane." Monica obeyed, and boarded.
At least Chandler's life would go on, even if her's didn't.
It's ordinary plain and simple
Typical, this everyday love
Same 'ol, same 'ol keeping it new (Same 'ol/This everyday love)
Emotional, so familiar
Nothing about it too peculiar
Oh, but I can't get enough
Of this everyday love
PLEASE REVIEW!
Disclaimer: they're not mine.
Chapter Four
"Why are you doing this?" Monica asked her abductor angrily, "You can't kidnap a pregnant woman!"
Her captor did not respond; he only continued talking on the phone. "Yeah, Mike, I need that private plane as soon as possible. I want to get the both of us over to Madrid as soon as possible."
Monica mouth dropped open at the sound of "Madrid". He planned on leaving the country with her! She glanced around, looking frantically for some way-any way to escape. But there was none.
"Why are you doing this?" she screamed again, "I'm married, I'm pregnant, what could you possibly-"
Her abductor cut her off as he slapped a hand across her mouth, "You aren't married any longer," he said evenly, "At least, not to him. You are married to me. And if you tell anyone any differently, I swear, on my life, that I will kill your real husband, and all your friends."
Monica was silent, knowing he was serious. She was stuck.
There was no way out.
***
Forty-eight hours. That was the only thought that was running through Chandler's mind. Forty-eight hours had passed, without a single sign, or clue, of his wife. There were no leads, no suspects, nothing.....
True to his word, Walters' one hundred thousand posters had been printed, and distributed, all of them advertising a ten-thousand dollar reward for information about Monica's return. There had not, however, been a single phone call.
Chandler sat in Walters' office, wringing his hands and waiting for something, anything, to happen. He hadn't been home since he'd gone to get the pictures, but he didn't care. He didn't want to leave until Monica was leaving with him. The others had gone home, to "get sleep", they said. But Chandler knew darn well that none of them would be able to sleep.
"Mr. Bing," Detective Walters said, interrupting Chandler's thoughts, "The police and I have been discussing it, and we'd like you to do a television announcement."
"Excuse me?" Chandler asked.
"A television announcement. You'll just get up and talk about how much you want your wife back, stuff like that. They'll play it nationwide on the news. It'll help. Get people interested."
Chandler nodded. Anything to help.
***
"My name is Chandler Bing," Chandler said, his voice wobbling as he stared at the dozens of cameras pointed at him, "Two days ago my wife was taken from our apartment and I-I...I'm here to tell whoever has her to let her go. She....she's the most amazing woman on the face of the Earth, and she doesn't deserve to be hurt in any way. She....she's pregnant with our first baby, and she wants that baby more than anything. It's just....it....you need to let her go. She needs to be with her family, and with her friends. Just let her go on a street, anywhere, but let her go. She needs to be with the people who love her.
"And Mon," he said softly, "If you're out there, listening to this, I want you to know how much I love you and how much I miss you, and want you home. And I want you to know that I am never ever going to stop searching until you're home in my arms. Never, Mon. That's my promise."
It was a promise Chandler intended to keep.
***
"My sister is the most wonderful woman on the face of the Earth," Ross said, as he stood on the platform with his mother and father, staring into the faces of television cameras. Chandler had done the press release yesterday; Ross and the Geller's had offered to do it today. "Whoever has her needs to give her back. She needs to be home for Christmas."
"She's my baby girl," Jack said gently, "My only daughter, and I need her. We all need her. Whoever has her doesn't need her. She needs us, so please, please, let her go."
"She's my only daughter," Judy said, repeating Jack's words, "My only daughter and I love her so much...." Judy couldn't finish her words; she burst into tears and fell into Jack's arms.
"Jack," she sobbed, as soon as the cameras were turned off, "Why would somebody do this?"
"I don't know," Jack whispered. "Why would somebody take a beautiful, pregnant, young woman?"
"That's not the question," Judy said gently, "The question is why would someone take my beautiful, pregnant, young daughter?"
Off to the side, two policemen, previously skeptical, turned to each other, one muttering, "These guys seem real." The other just nodded.
***
"So you're gonna fly us straight there, right Mike?" he asked, gripping Monica's hand tightly as he spoke.
"Yup," Mike said, "She's gonna obey ya, right?"
"Oh, definitely. She knows you'll kill that husband of hers if she doesn't."
"She really know that?" Mike said, glaring into Monica's eyes, "She'd better. It's true. I'd do anything for this guy, and that includes killing your husband if you so much as try to escape."
Monica nodded, silent. She'd decided the day before that she'd be quiet. If she didn't talk, they had no reason to harm her family.
"Monica," he said, pushing her in the back gently, "Get on the plane." Monica obeyed, and boarded.
At least Chandler's life would go on, even if her's didn't.
It's ordinary plain and simple
Typical, this everyday love
Same 'ol, same 'ol keeping it new (Same 'ol/This everyday love)
Emotional, so familiar
Nothing about it too peculiar
Oh, but I can't get enough
Of this everyday love
PLEASE REVIEW!
