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Chapter 21
OoO The Files for Piper OoO
"She's been missing for two days damn it!" Leo's voice rose above the others in the room.
"Calm down Leo." James said carefully.
"Don't you think I care?! I love her like my own sister." Darryl said, standing up.
They were all gathered in a conference room in Wyatt Investigations.
Between them were Leo, Darryl, James, Prue and Phoebe, and a couple of agents from the FBI who volunteered to help.
"I don't think you two fighting will get us anywhere!" Prue suddenly burst.
"She's right." Darryl said, more calmly.
Leo closed his eyes for a brief moment, then set back down.
"Let's start from the beginning. Who saw her last?" One of the agents, Agent Lutgin took over.
"I think that was me." James said.
"But she talked to me right before she got out. She said it was important, and sounded quite emotional." Leo said, refreshing his memory.
"She didn't tell you what was wrong?" Phoebe asked, and Leo shook his head 'no' in response.
"What was she doing before she left?" Leo asked his brother.
"Not much out of the ordinary. Dobbs asked her to do something I think." James said.
"Where is she by the way?" Darryl asked.
"Haven't seen her in a while." Leo said, and started considering something when his brother interrupted his thought.
"Wait! I remember, I sent her down to the basement for some old newspapers."
"Is that the last place she went to before she left?" Agent Lutgin asked.
"I'm pretty sure. We better go see what's there; I haven't been down there for over two years." James said, but Leo already got up.
"We'll go too." Prue said.
"I think you should stay Prue..." Darryl begun.
"No. She's our sister, we're going." Phoebe said, and there was no more arguing about the subject.
In the basement was dark and filthy, cabinets filled with endless files and newspapers going back to who knows when.
"Let's split. Look for something, anything suspicious." Leo said, and left the group to investigate another side of the room.
It was about twenty minutes later that James called;
"I think I found something!"
They all gathered around a door, open into a dark room.
"Anyone has a light?" Agent Lutgin asked.
But Leo already reached out and tried his luck by clicking on the light in the room.
The sight was overwhelming.
There were about twenty small televisions, each showing different part of the building, all the rooms... his house, her apartment, it was all there...
"What the fuck?" James muttered.
"It's Piper's place!" Phoebe pointed at one of the cameras, where Ronald was cruising on Piper's peach couch.
God, did he miss that couch.
"What the hell is this?!" The other agent, Agent Donohue asked.
"Big man." Darryl and Leo said in unison.
"Fuck." Leo added in frustration.
"Who the hell is 'Big Man'?" Prue asked, her voice aggravated.
"You don't want to know." James said, still examining the TV's.
"The hell we don't!" Phoebe exclaimed, "Who is it?!"
"The man who killed Luke MacMartin three years ago for what he knew. He had they place under cameras for who knows how long." Leo mumbled in realization.
Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice filled the room. It was coming from one of the TVs.
"Very smart by fried."
"Who is this?" Lutgin hurried to ask.
"What is this? You brought Agents from the FBI to give you a hand? That's not like you Wyatt."
"You son of a bitch. Where is she?" Leo asked.
It was him. It was Big Man.
He could hear him smiling.
"Now now Leo, that's no way to talk. Not in front of the ladies..." He said, obviously referring to the sisters, who both seemed overwhelmed.
"Cut the crap, will you? What did you do with Piper?"
"I don't think so. This is too much fun; your faces are very entertaining. Especially yours Wyatt."
"Where is our sister?!" Prue asked, her voice making everyone jump.
"Calm down Mrs. Halliwell. I believe right now, your sister is having her beauty sleep in the next room."
"She doesn't know anything. Let her go." Leo tried.
"She knows more then we all think my friend... It's just a matter of time until she remembers... and I think those cameras might have freshened her memory, which is something I must prevent."
"She didn't even know about the files until recently. She remembers nothing." Darryl said.
"Talking about the files... How are my little precious things?"
"I'll burn them if you don't let her go." Leo threatened.
"I'll kill her if you do." He said, sounding as relaxed as ever.
Next to him, Phoebe covered her mouth in horror.
"How do we know she's not dead already?" Agent Lutgin asked.
"You need a proof? You FBI people don't know how to trust. But I see your point. Look at the second TV on your right. Now tell me what you see."
Leo's eyes raced to see the TV.
In it, was none other then Piper.
She was on a bed, in a room looking fancy enough, her petite body clutched into a ball, her hair covering most of her face.
"This is how things will go. I will not hesitate to put a knife through her heart if by next Sunday I don't have the files in my hands. Clear?"
"Wait..." Darryl started.
"There is a cell phone on the counter on your left Wyatt. That's how you can reach me. My number is in there. You call me when you've made up your mind. Farewell my friends."
And that was the last they heard of him that morning.
They remained standing there for long minutes, no one seem to know how to act next.
Things were getting more and more complicated by the minute.
---OoO---
Her eyes wouldn't crack open.
She could see that there was light in the room, a dim one, but she just couldn't open her eyes fully.
With some effort, she pulled herself into a sitting position, and pressed her palms against her dry eyes until they would feel ok to open them.
That was when she first opened them, to reveal herself to the room she was in.
The bad was huge, to big it seemed at the moment. The room itself wasn't small. It looked somewhat like a hotel room.
A hotel room in a very expensive hotel.
What was she doing there? How did she get there? She didn't even remember herself falling asleep...
She remembered getting out of the plane, then the long ride in the black car.
They gave her something to drink... She remembered Junior sticking a glass with something in her hand.
She would have said no, but she was dizzy and her mouth was wanting the liquid.
If she could go through it again, she would have said no to the 'water'.
Looking down at herself, she suddenly realized she wasn't in her clothes.
She had a pink pajama shirt and pants on.
Someone took her out of her clothes.
Then she spotted her dark jeans and long shirt lying on a chair not far from her reach.
At least the didn't take her underwear off... she told herself in hope to make it better, but the thought was still making her sick.
Without getting out of bed, she quickly pulled on her normal clothes, getting rid of the pajamas on the way.
She got out of bed and put her legs on the cold floor, but held herself against the bed until she felt her head was in place and the room wasn't spinning.
She hoped that if she would go out of the room it wouldn't be so cold anymore, but the hallway came out to be even colder.
Looking around, she realized it wasn't a hotel, but someone's house.
She walked quietly, hoping that no one would hear her, and ten minutes later she reached some kind of a living room or a sun room, and the door out was open. It was leading to a fielded of grass and almost no trees, but she could see the road.
With some hope now, she tiptoed towards the door, when suddenly a loud 'BANG!' Was shot through the house, making her sink to the floor.
She looked around for what could have been the source to the horrible noise, when she saw Junior in the entrance of the room, holding a gun in his hand.
"Next time, I won't miss. Don't try me." He said.
Piper looked at him alarmed, and only pulled herself to her feet when another voice, a deeper one, his father's, filled the room.
"Put that damn gun away, Mark." He instructed to his son.
Junior, or, Mark, smiled at her, and then stuck the gun back into his pants.
"Have some manners. We don't shoot at ladies."
"Morning dad."
"Go be useful." Big Man said, ignoring his son's greeting and turned to Piper, forming a smile on his face.
"Have you slept well?" He asked, putting his hand on her back, and walking her into another room.
She was too terrified to resist, but not stupid enough to play his game.
"Go to hell." She muttered under her breath.
But that was a mistake.
He stopped, turned to her, and his hand suddenly rose to grab her face.
"Now, you listen to me. You better start cooperating, because if you haven't noticed yet, you're staying her for a while."
"They will find me." She said back, trying to ignore his painful hand on her cheeks.
He smiled, and let go of her, just to move his hand up to run it through her hair.
But his hand stopped and grabbed her by the hair, making her wince.
"I've talked to your friends this morning, they said hi. I wouldn't rely on them on 'saving' you from the hands of Big Man. Never rely on men to do a job for you. We are all useless." He smiled again, and let go of the clutch of hair he had in his grip.
"Breakfast is in an hour. Don't be late." And with that, he disappeared to another room after his son.
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