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Sydney felt her head throbbing, the most terrible headache she had ever felt. She brought a hand to her forehead and felt something sticky. Looked down at her hand and saw blood, not much but some, and it came from her forehead.
She tried to sit up but found that she was too weak, and the fact that her wrists and ankles were tied up didn't make it any easier. So she couldn't sit up, but she could at least look around.
Where am I?ยด
She was lay on the cold cement floor in an empty room except a table, two chairs and a bed with no sheets, no pillow nor blankets. In the ceiling there was a lamp which shone a bright annoying light in her eyes if she gazed up. At the right end of the room there were two windows, one big and one smaller but big enough for a cat to get through if it wanted to. The big one was nailed shut.
Anger filled her body and she struggled to free herself. She had to find a way out of where ever she was.
Suddenly the door flew open and she was no longer alone.
"Hi! I see you are awake, that's good." The man approached her and kneeled beside her on the floor. He was tall with long black hair and dark eyes and he wore a leather-jacket and boots. He reached out his hand to touch her injured head. In his palm she noticed a tattoo of an eye. She jerked her head away.
"It seems the drugs are wearing off." He said and grabbed her chin while he wiped the blood off her forehead.
"Where is he? Where is Johnny?" she made another attempt at sitting and this time succeeded.
Of course he didn't look surprised at her question. He knew everything, she was positive of that.
Sydney put on her confidant look as well as she could. She knew this man wasn't responsible for her kidnapping. He had only executed the plan, not set it up. And he probably wasn't alone either, there had to be at least two more men outside that door because Johnny never left an important operation like this to only one man. He wanted it to be foolproof, no mistakes like letting her escape.
"You know who I mean. I suppose he'll make an appearance soon enough. He did say we'd see each other again and I don't think he'd miss an opportunity like this. Especially not one he arranged himself."
The man loosened the ropes around her ankles and helped her get to a chair where he sat her down, loosened the ones on her wrists too and took out a pair of hand-cuffs. He made sure she wasn't going anywhere before he left her alone with her thoughts.
The next day Ranger headquarters: Gage was sitting in his chair, burying his face in his hands. Walker, Trivette and Alex had all been at the station with him all night, and they had not found out much about Sydney's disappearance. The gun used to shoot the door open had been a colt 38, Sydney's car had been left where she always parked it and they had found a lamp with a buckle on it, obviously used to knock her out because the blood on it matched Sydney's blood-type. That was all they had.
Alex had been on the phone most of the night trying to get a hold of Sydney's family. When they started looking through the information they had on Sydney as a ranger it had occurred to him that he didn't know anything about her family or childhood. Only as a Texas Ranger, that was all they had ever had conversations about, the only thing she seemed to want to call her past.
They had left messages at her parents' answering-machine. They lived in Texas on a farm only an hour away so they had told them to come to ranger headquarters to talk to the rangers concerning their daughter.
Trivette entered the room, carrying some take-out food for the four of them. He handed a hamburger to Gage who accepted it. They ate in silence, too much caught up in their own thoughts or too tired to talk.
"We'll get her back, Gage." He heard Walker say after a while in a low voice. He looked up and attempted a smile.
"Yeah, I know we will." He said, but he didn't really sound very convinced of that. "It just concerns me that we don't have any leads at all. I mean, we've handled more hopeless cases than this before, but this one just seems so......well, strange. Who would kidnap Sydney? We have checked everyone she has ever arrested and they are either behind bars or out of the country. We need a miracle to find out who did it." He sighed.
"Perhaps I can help you with that."
They all turned towards the door, where a woman stood. She looked a lot like someone they all knew.
To be continued
Sydney felt her head throbbing, the most terrible headache she had ever felt. She brought a hand to her forehead and felt something sticky. Looked down at her hand and saw blood, not much but some, and it came from her forehead.
She tried to sit up but found that she was too weak, and the fact that her wrists and ankles were tied up didn't make it any easier. So she couldn't sit up, but she could at least look around.
Where am I?ยด
She was lay on the cold cement floor in an empty room except a table, two chairs and a bed with no sheets, no pillow nor blankets. In the ceiling there was a lamp which shone a bright annoying light in her eyes if she gazed up. At the right end of the room there were two windows, one big and one smaller but big enough for a cat to get through if it wanted to. The big one was nailed shut.
Anger filled her body and she struggled to free herself. She had to find a way out of where ever she was.
Suddenly the door flew open and she was no longer alone.
"Hi! I see you are awake, that's good." The man approached her and kneeled beside her on the floor. He was tall with long black hair and dark eyes and he wore a leather-jacket and boots. He reached out his hand to touch her injured head. In his palm she noticed a tattoo of an eye. She jerked her head away.
"It seems the drugs are wearing off." He said and grabbed her chin while he wiped the blood off her forehead.
"Where is he? Where is Johnny?" she made another attempt at sitting and this time succeeded.
Of course he didn't look surprised at her question. He knew everything, she was positive of that.
Sydney put on her confidant look as well as she could. She knew this man wasn't responsible for her kidnapping. He had only executed the plan, not set it up. And he probably wasn't alone either, there had to be at least two more men outside that door because Johnny never left an important operation like this to only one man. He wanted it to be foolproof, no mistakes like letting her escape.
"You know who I mean. I suppose he'll make an appearance soon enough. He did say we'd see each other again and I don't think he'd miss an opportunity like this. Especially not one he arranged himself."
The man loosened the ropes around her ankles and helped her get to a chair where he sat her down, loosened the ones on her wrists too and took out a pair of hand-cuffs. He made sure she wasn't going anywhere before he left her alone with her thoughts.
The next day Ranger headquarters: Gage was sitting in his chair, burying his face in his hands. Walker, Trivette and Alex had all been at the station with him all night, and they had not found out much about Sydney's disappearance. The gun used to shoot the door open had been a colt 38, Sydney's car had been left where she always parked it and they had found a lamp with a buckle on it, obviously used to knock her out because the blood on it matched Sydney's blood-type. That was all they had.
Alex had been on the phone most of the night trying to get a hold of Sydney's family. When they started looking through the information they had on Sydney as a ranger it had occurred to him that he didn't know anything about her family or childhood. Only as a Texas Ranger, that was all they had ever had conversations about, the only thing she seemed to want to call her past.
They had left messages at her parents' answering-machine. They lived in Texas on a farm only an hour away so they had told them to come to ranger headquarters to talk to the rangers concerning their daughter.
Trivette entered the room, carrying some take-out food for the four of them. He handed a hamburger to Gage who accepted it. They ate in silence, too much caught up in their own thoughts or too tired to talk.
"We'll get her back, Gage." He heard Walker say after a while in a low voice. He looked up and attempted a smile.
"Yeah, I know we will." He said, but he didn't really sound very convinced of that. "It just concerns me that we don't have any leads at all. I mean, we've handled more hopeless cases than this before, but this one just seems so......well, strange. Who would kidnap Sydney? We have checked everyone she has ever arrested and they are either behind bars or out of the country. We need a miracle to find out who did it." He sighed.
"Perhaps I can help you with that."
They all turned towards the door, where a woman stood. She looked a lot like someone they all knew.
To be continued