Line of Duty: Chapter 6: Must Come Down
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He sat up and reached down to unclip his cell phone.
He flicked it open and held it to his ear.
"Hello?" He said, acting as if it was any normal person.
"Well hello there, boy. Long time, no talk." The man, with a thick Brooklyn accent, said.
"Well well well, way to rain on my parade. Now just tell me what you want and give me back my wife." Chandler said, already sick of having to speak with this man.
"Afraid I can't do that Chandler. It's not that easy this time."
Chandler pressed the phone closer to his ear and he could hear Monica in the background, obviously panicked.
"What do you mean, what makes this time any different?" Chandler said slowly.
"Well, first off, your a detective now, not like long ago. You could easily come up with some sort of plan to bring me down, and I'm not gonna let that happen."
Chandler sighed, "Ken come on, you can't do this to me, not now!"
"Are you begging? Don't you beg! My god, your father didn't beg, he died a good man, he just got in the way of things."
"Yea, like bullets." Chandler replied coldly. "So what do you want from me? Just tell me and I'll do it, anything to get my wife back!"
"I already said, it's not that easy. You can't give me what I want this time, it's not you I'm after."
"Then why did you take Monica?!"
"Because, I knew you would go to other people to get help, the people that have what I want." Ken said.
Chandler just sighed in response and got up so he could stretch his legs.
"Sorry it had to be this way Chandler, I'll see ya around."
And with that, their conversation was over.
He pulled the phone away from his ear and just stared at it.
He had no idea where they were.
What he wanted.
Or how to get it to him.
He stuffed the phone in his pocket and ran as fast as he could to his apartment.
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He frantically ran up the stairs and burst through the door, finding Rachel, Phoebe, Joey, and Ross sitting around, doing nothing.
He shut the door behind him and took several steps toward the seating area where they all were, bending over, his whole body heaving in an attempt to get air into his lungs.
Blood rushed to his head and sent him to his knees.
Everybody stood up and Ross and Joey grabbed hold of each side of him and slowly carried him to the couch.
Phoebe brought him a glass of water, but he was breathing to hard to hold on to it, let alone drink it, so she just splashed it on his face.
"This has gone all wrong." He said inbetween breaths.
"What has, honey? Besides the obvious." Rachel said, noting the topic of Monica.
"He isn't following the plan!" Chandler said and stood up from the couch but immediately sitting back down, not able to stand on his own legs.
"What are you talking about?" Ross asked.
"This isn't like last time, he was supposed to tell me where he was, what he wanted. He was supposed to tell me what to do!"
"What last time?" Joey asked, sitting down on the table across from him.
"He's done this to me before, with my little brother." Chandler replied quietly.
"What brother? You don't have a brother." Rachel said.
"I used to, when I was a teenager, after he killed my father. My mom was on a book tour in England. He took my brother, he was about six years old, I was 17. I got a call the next day, he told me what he wanted, I gave it to him, and I got my brother back."
Rachel and Phoebe gasped and Ross and Joey stared at him in shock.
"What the hell is the matter with him?" Rachel yelled and walked into the kitchen to sit at the table.
"From what I've read about him, he is insane. But he hides it well." Chandler stood up.
Ross stared out the window at nothing in particular. "We have to get her back. Alive" He whispered.
Everybody stayed silent for several minutes, dweling on all that was happening to them.
"I might have a plan." Chandler said as he continued to stare at nothing.
Everybody looked at him. "Don't you think we should let the police handle this?" Rachel asked, looking up from the table.
"I am the police!" Chandler yelled and jumped up from the couch to face Rachel. "It could take weeks, months, even years to get her back if we leave it all to other people! I'm not gonna sit around while my wife is somewhere out there with a very dangerous man! We have to step in and do something here! Who's with me?"
Joey unfolded his arms and stepped toward Chandler. "I'm with ya til the end buddy." He smiled.
Ross looked at both men. "Me too, if my sister's life is on the line, I've got no reason not to do this."
The three of them looked over to the table where Rachel and Pheobe were seated.
Both girls looked at each other, then back to the men. "We're in." Pheobe said.
"Alright then, let's do this, let's get our friend back!" Chandler yelled and they all gathered together for a group hug.
T B C
Sorry for the short chapter, I might have another one up by Sunday, but that doesn't mean you don't have to review for this one!
xxxxxx
He sat up and reached down to unclip his cell phone.
He flicked it open and held it to his ear.
"Hello?" He said, acting as if it was any normal person.
"Well hello there, boy. Long time, no talk." The man, with a thick Brooklyn accent, said.
"Well well well, way to rain on my parade. Now just tell me what you want and give me back my wife." Chandler said, already sick of having to speak with this man.
"Afraid I can't do that Chandler. It's not that easy this time."
Chandler pressed the phone closer to his ear and he could hear Monica in the background, obviously panicked.
"What do you mean, what makes this time any different?" Chandler said slowly.
"Well, first off, your a detective now, not like long ago. You could easily come up with some sort of plan to bring me down, and I'm not gonna let that happen."
Chandler sighed, "Ken come on, you can't do this to me, not now!"
"Are you begging? Don't you beg! My god, your father didn't beg, he died a good man, he just got in the way of things."
"Yea, like bullets." Chandler replied coldly. "So what do you want from me? Just tell me and I'll do it, anything to get my wife back!"
"I already said, it's not that easy. You can't give me what I want this time, it's not you I'm after."
"Then why did you take Monica?!"
"Because, I knew you would go to other people to get help, the people that have what I want." Ken said.
Chandler just sighed in response and got up so he could stretch his legs.
"Sorry it had to be this way Chandler, I'll see ya around."
And with that, their conversation was over.
He pulled the phone away from his ear and just stared at it.
He had no idea where they were.
What he wanted.
Or how to get it to him.
He stuffed the phone in his pocket and ran as fast as he could to his apartment.
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He frantically ran up the stairs and burst through the door, finding Rachel, Phoebe, Joey, and Ross sitting around, doing nothing.
He shut the door behind him and took several steps toward the seating area where they all were, bending over, his whole body heaving in an attempt to get air into his lungs.
Blood rushed to his head and sent him to his knees.
Everybody stood up and Ross and Joey grabbed hold of each side of him and slowly carried him to the couch.
Phoebe brought him a glass of water, but he was breathing to hard to hold on to it, let alone drink it, so she just splashed it on his face.
"This has gone all wrong." He said inbetween breaths.
"What has, honey? Besides the obvious." Rachel said, noting the topic of Monica.
"He isn't following the plan!" Chandler said and stood up from the couch but immediately sitting back down, not able to stand on his own legs.
"What are you talking about?" Ross asked.
"This isn't like last time, he was supposed to tell me where he was, what he wanted. He was supposed to tell me what to do!"
"What last time?" Joey asked, sitting down on the table across from him.
"He's done this to me before, with my little brother." Chandler replied quietly.
"What brother? You don't have a brother." Rachel said.
"I used to, when I was a teenager, after he killed my father. My mom was on a book tour in England. He took my brother, he was about six years old, I was 17. I got a call the next day, he told me what he wanted, I gave it to him, and I got my brother back."
Rachel and Phoebe gasped and Ross and Joey stared at him in shock.
"What the hell is the matter with him?" Rachel yelled and walked into the kitchen to sit at the table.
"From what I've read about him, he is insane. But he hides it well." Chandler stood up.
Ross stared out the window at nothing in particular. "We have to get her back. Alive" He whispered.
Everybody stayed silent for several minutes, dweling on all that was happening to them.
"I might have a plan." Chandler said as he continued to stare at nothing.
Everybody looked at him. "Don't you think we should let the police handle this?" Rachel asked, looking up from the table.
"I am the police!" Chandler yelled and jumped up from the couch to face Rachel. "It could take weeks, months, even years to get her back if we leave it all to other people! I'm not gonna sit around while my wife is somewhere out there with a very dangerous man! We have to step in and do something here! Who's with me?"
Joey unfolded his arms and stepped toward Chandler. "I'm with ya til the end buddy." He smiled.
Ross looked at both men. "Me too, if my sister's life is on the line, I've got no reason not to do this."
The three of them looked over to the table where Rachel and Pheobe were seated.
Both girls looked at each other, then back to the men. "We're in." Pheobe said.
"Alright then, let's do this, let's get our friend back!" Chandler yelled and they all gathered together for a group hug.
T B C
Sorry for the short chapter, I might have another one up by Sunday, but that doesn't mean you don't have to review for this one!