Line of Duty: Chapter 7: What Goes Around
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It was now three in the morning.
They were all in the tiny apartment, asleep, having gotten nowhere all day.
Chandler had called Harry over long ago, but he had turned out to be no help.
It was dark, quiet, and Chandler felt like he finally had time to think.
Joey was asleep on the couch with Phoebe tucked under his right arm.
Ross was asleep in the big chair with Rachel asleep on his lap.
Harry was on the other side of the couch that was not occupied by Phoebe and Joey, fast asleep.
Chandler, however, was wide awake.
He was sitting on the floor across from the couch, leaning against the stand that held the television.
His eyes were closed, his glasses perched on the top of his head, his face unshaven.
His mind was on one thing, the topic of the hour, or rather, the week.
Monica
His life was nothing without her, he was nothing without her.
She was his life support.
He hadn't even thought of what he would do if he never got her back.
But you don't just sit around and waste your time thinking of the possible life that fate held for you.
He didn't want to leave his life up to fate, not when she was involved, he was going to do something about.
But his body had had all it could take, and he found himself slowly drifting off to sleep.
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The noises from the kitchen and sounds of voices woke him from his restless sleep.
Slowly he sat up and looked around, Joey was in the chair, Phoebe and Ross were at the stove, and Rachel and Harry were at the table talking.
He was lying on the couch, covered with a blanket.
He looked over to Joey who was staring at the tv.
Out of the corner of his eye, Joey saw Chandler sit up.
"Morning Chandler. Sleep well?" He asked.
"Not at all. How about you?" Chandler replied, swinging his legs over the edge of the couch.
"Same. Sleep doesn't come easy when you know Monica's out there, with him."
Just by the mention of Monica, Joey saw Chandler's expression suddenly change, to a depressed one that he had not seen often.
Joey gave a sympathetic smile, "Hey man, she's gonna be ok, we're gonna get her back."
"Yea" Chandler replied quietly.
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2 days later (Monica and Chandler's apartment, everybody is there, including Harry)
After many hours of tracking calls, and looking at stacks of paperworks so high, you could build a house out of them, they had found out where Ken and Monica were.
They had found out everything about Ken, what kind of car he drove, where he had lived throughout his entire life, where he was now, how many people he had done this to.
There was no way he was going to get away now.
Nobody had informed the police about his, they didn't want them to get in the way.
If they had told them, they would have told Chandler, Harry and everybody else to 'let them handle this'.
But what did they know?
And now, as Harry and Chandler gathered all of their gear, guns, cuffs, bullet-proof vests, all that cop stuff, they were going to handle this in their own way.
"Ok, so, let's go over this one more time." Chandler said as he strapped a gun around his ankle.
"Chandler, can I just say something?" Rachel asked.
"Sure."
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?!" She yelled.
Chandler stared back at her with a blank expression. "I'm going to get Monica back."
"Chandler, you are going to get shot! That is what you are going to do! You are not trained for this! Tell the police, let them handle this. You are only going to end up getting hurt."
"Hey! I know what I'm doing! Me and Harry have done this before, back when we were officers."
"Well it has been a long time Chandler." Harry stepped in.
"Harry, we are going to be fine." Chandler said as he placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, which didn't comfort him very much.
"Ok, so, you guys just stay here. If I don't call in two hours, then you can call the police. Come on Harry." Chandler said on his way to the door.
Harry took a deep breath and followed behind him, shutting the door on his way out.
"I'm not waiting two hours." Phoebe said as she bent down and picked up the phone to call the police.
"Wait, Phoebe, you can't do that to Chandler." Ross said.
"I can't do this to Chandler? I can't save his life by getting him some help from people who are trained to do this?" Phoebe said as she looked back at Ross.
"Just, give him a half hour start, at least." He said as he sat back down.
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20 minutes later
Harry and Chandler stood outside of the old, ratty, apartment building where Ken and Monica were supposedly staying.
Nobody lived here, it was abandoned long, long, ago.
Chandler looked over to Harry and quietly said. "Let's do this..."
Both men walked through the front of the building where a door lacked, and up the very unsafe and creaky stairs.
Most of the doors were torn off, but one, at the very end of the hallway, next to an open window, still had a door.
It looked rather nice actually, and a soft light came from the bottom.
Chandler looked behind him to Harry for approval to go procede.
Harry paused and looked down before he nodded his head.
It wasn't that he didn't want to help Monica, he just wasn't sure if they were qualified to do this, they could lose their jobs.
Chandler slowly walked up to the oposite side of the door, pulled out a gun, and motioned for Harry to do the same.
Slowly, he held up each one of his fingers until he got to three, then kicked the door in.
There she was, the most beautiful woman in the world, sitting on a small wodden chair, her mouth taped, preventing her from saying anything, her hands tied behind her back and each of her legs tied to one of the chair's legs.
So mesmerised by her, he let his guard down, not noticing the two giant men advancing towards him and Harry.
One of them grabbed Harry, ripped the gun out of his hands, and threw him to the ground.
The other one grabbed Chandler, snatched his gun away, picked him up, and threw him against the wall.
Both Harry and Chandler got up quickly, ready to fight.
Harry swung at the first man but the man ducked out of the way and slammed his fist into Harry's chest.
Chandler could hear the distinct sound of bones cracking as his fist conected to his ribs.
Harry fell to the floor, struggling to breathe, and was dragged away to a separate room.
The second man smiled and advanced towards Chandler.
The man swung his fist at him but Chandler was faster and slid out of the way, elbowing the man in the face.
The giant stood up straight as blood trickled from his nose.
He grabbed Chandler by the throat and slammed him against the wall, slowly sliding him higher and higher as Chandler kicked his feet against the wall.
He got his feet up, put them on the man's chest, and sent him flying backwards to the floor.
Chandler dropped down to the ground but was quick to get back up again.
He pulled another gun out of his chest holster but the man kicked it out of his hands before he could get a shot off.
All Monica could do was watch in horror as Chandler was beaten to the ground in a bloody heap.
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"Come on you guys! The cops will never believe us! We have to go over there by ourselves! We know where they are! We can do this!" Joey yelled.
Rachel had been on the phone for the past 10 minutes, trying to replay the situation to a very young, very unqualified, police officer.
The officer obviously couldn't understand and had no idea what to do with Rachel.
Ross sighed and looked at Joey.
He had been pleading with them ever since Chandler and Harry had left, and Ross was ready to give in and take action.
"Ok, Joey's right. I'm going over there, I don't care if you guys follow me or not but I have to do this. I won't let my sister and best friend get killed." Ross said as he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.
Joey was quick to follow behind and, after a quick glance at each other, Phoebe and Rachel walked out the door after them.
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Chandler could feel it throughout his whole body, this was it, this was how he was going to die.
He had been beaten and beaten again.
All he could see was red, from all the blood that was dripping over his face.
He turned his head to the side, blood covered the floors and walls like paint.
He could barely see out of his left eye, he was sure he had more than a few cracked and bruised ribs, he was hardly breathing, and he couldn't stand up.
Yet this monster kept at it, not stoping until the man on the floor in front of him was lifeless.
The other man that had dragged Harry off walked into the room and looked down at Chandler, bloody, beaten, and two inches from death.
Monica couldn't believe this, the man she loved was lying in front of her, and she couldn't do a thing to help him.
He had come to save her, and now he was the one that needed saving.
Chandler slowly rolled onto his side, the man had taken a temporary break from mutalizing him and Chandler took this as an opportunity to cough up some blood that had been sitting in his mouth for quite some time.
"Come on man! Let's get out of here. We're done." The man that had come in from the other room said in a thick brooklyn accent. 'Just like Ken' Chandler thought.
He had been wondering where Ken was.
Why wouldn't he want to be here, watching him die.
Or maybe this was all some sort of plan.
"No, I'm not finished with him yet!" The other man yelled.
"We have to get out of here! We were supposed to meet Ken an hour ago! If we don't leave now, he's gonna kill us!" The first man shot back. "Besides, he's still alive, Ken said alive! If you finish with him, he will be dead. Let's go!"
"No!" The second man yelled, pulling out a gun and pointing it at the man.
"Don't you point that f*cking thing at me!" He yelled and shoved the gun downwards towards Chandler, making the other man pull the trigger on accident.
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Sorry i didn't update last week. I got caught up in things! Please review!!!!! Sorry for any crapyness, i didn't have time to look it over. I'm gonna be starting a new story soon. There will probably be just 1 more chapter of this. So please review!
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It was now three in the morning.
They were all in the tiny apartment, asleep, having gotten nowhere all day.
Chandler had called Harry over long ago, but he had turned out to be no help.
It was dark, quiet, and Chandler felt like he finally had time to think.
Joey was asleep on the couch with Phoebe tucked under his right arm.
Ross was asleep in the big chair with Rachel asleep on his lap.
Harry was on the other side of the couch that was not occupied by Phoebe and Joey, fast asleep.
Chandler, however, was wide awake.
He was sitting on the floor across from the couch, leaning against the stand that held the television.
His eyes were closed, his glasses perched on the top of his head, his face unshaven.
His mind was on one thing, the topic of the hour, or rather, the week.
Monica
His life was nothing without her, he was nothing without her.
She was his life support.
He hadn't even thought of what he would do if he never got her back.
But you don't just sit around and waste your time thinking of the possible life that fate held for you.
He didn't want to leave his life up to fate, not when she was involved, he was going to do something about.
But his body had had all it could take, and he found himself slowly drifting off to sleep.
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The noises from the kitchen and sounds of voices woke him from his restless sleep.
Slowly he sat up and looked around, Joey was in the chair, Phoebe and Ross were at the stove, and Rachel and Harry were at the table talking.
He was lying on the couch, covered with a blanket.
He looked over to Joey who was staring at the tv.
Out of the corner of his eye, Joey saw Chandler sit up.
"Morning Chandler. Sleep well?" He asked.
"Not at all. How about you?" Chandler replied, swinging his legs over the edge of the couch.
"Same. Sleep doesn't come easy when you know Monica's out there, with him."
Just by the mention of Monica, Joey saw Chandler's expression suddenly change, to a depressed one that he had not seen often.
Joey gave a sympathetic smile, "Hey man, she's gonna be ok, we're gonna get her back."
"Yea" Chandler replied quietly.
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2 days later (Monica and Chandler's apartment, everybody is there, including Harry)
After many hours of tracking calls, and looking at stacks of paperworks so high, you could build a house out of them, they had found out where Ken and Monica were.
They had found out everything about Ken, what kind of car he drove, where he had lived throughout his entire life, where he was now, how many people he had done this to.
There was no way he was going to get away now.
Nobody had informed the police about his, they didn't want them to get in the way.
If they had told them, they would have told Chandler, Harry and everybody else to 'let them handle this'.
But what did they know?
And now, as Harry and Chandler gathered all of their gear, guns, cuffs, bullet-proof vests, all that cop stuff, they were going to handle this in their own way.
"Ok, so, let's go over this one more time." Chandler said as he strapped a gun around his ankle.
"Chandler, can I just say something?" Rachel asked.
"Sure."
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?!" She yelled.
Chandler stared back at her with a blank expression. "I'm going to get Monica back."
"Chandler, you are going to get shot! That is what you are going to do! You are not trained for this! Tell the police, let them handle this. You are only going to end up getting hurt."
"Hey! I know what I'm doing! Me and Harry have done this before, back when we were officers."
"Well it has been a long time Chandler." Harry stepped in.
"Harry, we are going to be fine." Chandler said as he placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, which didn't comfort him very much.
"Ok, so, you guys just stay here. If I don't call in two hours, then you can call the police. Come on Harry." Chandler said on his way to the door.
Harry took a deep breath and followed behind him, shutting the door on his way out.
"I'm not waiting two hours." Phoebe said as she bent down and picked up the phone to call the police.
"Wait, Phoebe, you can't do that to Chandler." Ross said.
"I can't do this to Chandler? I can't save his life by getting him some help from people who are trained to do this?" Phoebe said as she looked back at Ross.
"Just, give him a half hour start, at least." He said as he sat back down.
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20 minutes later
Harry and Chandler stood outside of the old, ratty, apartment building where Ken and Monica were supposedly staying.
Nobody lived here, it was abandoned long, long, ago.
Chandler looked over to Harry and quietly said. "Let's do this..."
Both men walked through the front of the building where a door lacked, and up the very unsafe and creaky stairs.
Most of the doors were torn off, but one, at the very end of the hallway, next to an open window, still had a door.
It looked rather nice actually, and a soft light came from the bottom.
Chandler looked behind him to Harry for approval to go procede.
Harry paused and looked down before he nodded his head.
It wasn't that he didn't want to help Monica, he just wasn't sure if they were qualified to do this, they could lose their jobs.
Chandler slowly walked up to the oposite side of the door, pulled out a gun, and motioned for Harry to do the same.
Slowly, he held up each one of his fingers until he got to three, then kicked the door in.
There she was, the most beautiful woman in the world, sitting on a small wodden chair, her mouth taped, preventing her from saying anything, her hands tied behind her back and each of her legs tied to one of the chair's legs.
So mesmerised by her, he let his guard down, not noticing the two giant men advancing towards him and Harry.
One of them grabbed Harry, ripped the gun out of his hands, and threw him to the ground.
The other one grabbed Chandler, snatched his gun away, picked him up, and threw him against the wall.
Both Harry and Chandler got up quickly, ready to fight.
Harry swung at the first man but the man ducked out of the way and slammed his fist into Harry's chest.
Chandler could hear the distinct sound of bones cracking as his fist conected to his ribs.
Harry fell to the floor, struggling to breathe, and was dragged away to a separate room.
The second man smiled and advanced towards Chandler.
The man swung his fist at him but Chandler was faster and slid out of the way, elbowing the man in the face.
The giant stood up straight as blood trickled from his nose.
He grabbed Chandler by the throat and slammed him against the wall, slowly sliding him higher and higher as Chandler kicked his feet against the wall.
He got his feet up, put them on the man's chest, and sent him flying backwards to the floor.
Chandler dropped down to the ground but was quick to get back up again.
He pulled another gun out of his chest holster but the man kicked it out of his hands before he could get a shot off.
All Monica could do was watch in horror as Chandler was beaten to the ground in a bloody heap.
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"Come on you guys! The cops will never believe us! We have to go over there by ourselves! We know where they are! We can do this!" Joey yelled.
Rachel had been on the phone for the past 10 minutes, trying to replay the situation to a very young, very unqualified, police officer.
The officer obviously couldn't understand and had no idea what to do with Rachel.
Ross sighed and looked at Joey.
He had been pleading with them ever since Chandler and Harry had left, and Ross was ready to give in and take action.
"Ok, Joey's right. I'm going over there, I don't care if you guys follow me or not but I have to do this. I won't let my sister and best friend get killed." Ross said as he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.
Joey was quick to follow behind and, after a quick glance at each other, Phoebe and Rachel walked out the door after them.
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Chandler could feel it throughout his whole body, this was it, this was how he was going to die.
He had been beaten and beaten again.
All he could see was red, from all the blood that was dripping over his face.
He turned his head to the side, blood covered the floors and walls like paint.
He could barely see out of his left eye, he was sure he had more than a few cracked and bruised ribs, he was hardly breathing, and he couldn't stand up.
Yet this monster kept at it, not stoping until the man on the floor in front of him was lifeless.
The other man that had dragged Harry off walked into the room and looked down at Chandler, bloody, beaten, and two inches from death.
Monica couldn't believe this, the man she loved was lying in front of her, and she couldn't do a thing to help him.
He had come to save her, and now he was the one that needed saving.
Chandler slowly rolled onto his side, the man had taken a temporary break from mutalizing him and Chandler took this as an opportunity to cough up some blood that had been sitting in his mouth for quite some time.
"Come on man! Let's get out of here. We're done." The man that had come in from the other room said in a thick brooklyn accent. 'Just like Ken' Chandler thought.
He had been wondering where Ken was.
Why wouldn't he want to be here, watching him die.
Or maybe this was all some sort of plan.
"No, I'm not finished with him yet!" The other man yelled.
"We have to get out of here! We were supposed to meet Ken an hour ago! If we don't leave now, he's gonna kill us!" The first man shot back. "Besides, he's still alive, Ken said alive! If you finish with him, he will be dead. Let's go!"
"No!" The second man yelled, pulling out a gun and pointing it at the man.
"Don't you point that f*cking thing at me!" He yelled and shoved the gun downwards towards Chandler, making the other man pull the trigger on accident.
T B C
Sorry i didn't update last week. I got caught up in things! Please review!!!!! Sorry for any crapyness, i didn't have time to look it over. I'm gonna be starting a new story soon. There will probably be just 1 more chapter of this. So please review!