Author's Note: some of the things that happen in this chapter may be unrealistic, odd, and a little bit mental. I'm just letting you know beforehand.

Bitter Vengeance

Rachel opened her eyes after being in a dreamless sleep and found herself naked and strapped down in chains to a bed. She was positioned spread-eagle on her back with her mouth taped shut. She looked around the dim, bare room and then heard a toilet flush. A door opened and a tall figure stood there ogling her.

"Well, well, you're awake. Now the fun can begin." He started to take off his clothes and Rachel silently screamed.

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"Mommy… My mommy's gone!" Conan was struck with fear and almost dropped the phone.

"Gone? Wh… Where are you now Jamie?"

"With your parent's. Mommy went to see the doctor and she hasn't come back."

"How long has she been gone?"

"Almost six hours. I'm scared, where is she?" Conan heard Jamie crying.

"Calm down Jamie, I'm coming over there." Conan hung up and ran towards the door. When he opened it George was standing before him.

"Conan, what's wrong?"

"Rachel," he replied. "She may be in danger, or dead. Come on!" The two quickly got into George's car and drove off.

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Conan and George arrived at Jimmy's parent's house around seven and stayed almost two hours. Rachel never returned. Jamie started crying after awhile.

"Where's mommy? Why did she leave me?"

"She didn't leave you Jamie," Conan told her. "She'll come back."

"But when?"

"I don't know." Jamie started sobbing uncontrollably and Conan held her. "Don't worry," he said to sooth her. "It'll be alright. It'll be alright." Jamie hugged him tight and continued to cry.

"Conan," she managed to say. "C… can you st… stay here with me to… tonight?"

"Sure Jamie, I'll stay." George bid them good-bye and left. Conan and Jamie embraced for a little longer, and then he put her to bed. After he tucked her in and kissed her forehead she drifted off to sleep. "Don't fret my daughter," he said softly. "I'll make sure Rachel is safe." He kissed her again and went to his old room thinking, 'I hope she's even alive.'

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The next day he went to Rachel's apartment with George to see if she had been there. After searching awhile Conan was almost ready to give up.

"Let's go George, there's nothing here."

"Wait, look!" George pointed to the phone and there was a red light blinking on the answering machine.

"So what? There's a message."

"Let's see if she called or something." Conan just shrugged. George hit the play button and a dark voice started talking.

"Hello. I have Rachel Moore in my clutches, and if you ever want to see her again, alive, call this number…" Conan couldn't believe it, and George felt the same way.

"Kidnapped," Conan yelled. "She's been kidnapped!"

"Calm down Conan, at least she's alive, for now. I'll call the culprit." George dialed the number and spoke to the dark voice. "Hello? ... Where is Rachel? ... Where? … Ransom! You want ransom? … Alright, alright, we'll work a deal… How much? … One million? … That's too much… Ok, ok, you'll get it." George slammed the receiver and turned to Conan. "What are we going to do?"

"I have a plan, but it may not work."

"What is it Conan? We need to take some kind of action."

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Later that day George walked into a hotel with a briefcase in hand. He took out his cell phone and dialed the number.

"I'm in the lobby. What room are you in? … Ok, I'm going up."

George entered the elevator and rode it to the eighth floor. Then he walked through the long corridor until he reached door #816. George knocked two times and waited. When the door opened the room was dim and appeared empty, but then he saw the outline of a naked body on a bed. When he stepped inside the door shut and a masked man emerged from behind it and hit George on the head with a blunt object.

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Conan was at his apartment sitting on his bed waiting to hear from George. Jimmy's parents were taking a vacation so Jamie was with him. She came into his room and sat beside him.

"What're you doing," Jamie asked him.

"Waiting for George to call."

"I miss mommy."

'Me too,' thought Conan. It was getting late so Conan put Jamie to sleep on his couch and decided to turn in also.

He lay awake in bed for a long time, and then later he abruptly heard the door in his room open. He looked and saw Jamie standing in the doorway.

"I'm scared Conan."

"There's nothing to fear. Go to sleep."

"Can I sleep with you?" Conan hesitated.

"Yeah, come on." Jamie slipped under the covers and Conan moved to one side. Then he could feel her get closer to him, but he didn't mind.

Soon Conan drifted to sleep. He dreamt that he was in an empty room that smelled funny. Then there was total darkness and numbness.

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When Conan awoke he wasn't in his apartment anymore. He was bound to a chair in a dimmed room with two beds. On one there was a naked woman and he saw by her brown hair that it was Rachel. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. On the other bed a masked figure sat watching him.

"I was wondering when you would wake up," the dark voice said.

"You," Conan replied. Then he suddenly remembered Jamie. "Where's the girl that was with me?"

"She's right here." The man patted a lump on his bed and Conan knew that it was Jamie under the covers.

"Don't you dare hurt her!"

"I won't. She's not a woman like Rachel." Conan's face went red with rage.

"Why did you do this?"

"What do you think Sherlock?" Conan looked at Rachel again.

"Why is she strapped down naked?" The man laughed.

"I thought I'd have a little fun while she's here." He laughed again which made Conan angrier. He tried to get his hands free, but they were bound too tight. "Yeah, George couldn't break free either."

"George! Where is he?"

"Over there." Conan looked to where he was pointing and found George's body motionless on the floor.

"What did you do to him? Also, how did you know I was with him and where I was?"

"Can't you figure it out on your own detective?" Conan remained silent and held a hateful glare. "Fine, I'll tell you." Conan stopped squirming and gave his full attention to the masked fiend. "Everything was going as planned," he started. "George brought the money, but I had to count it first, and so he wouldn't do anything I hit him on the head and tied him up. I counted the money and there was only $10,000 so I beat him a little. I asked what he was trying to pull and he wouldn't talk. I beat him some more and still nothing, so I had to use other methods."

"What other methods," Conan asked.

"Well, you see I got a knife, and every time he wouldn't answer a question I would dig it into his penis, and eventually he cooperated. But still, after I got the information I wanted my knife unfortunately met his neck."

"You sick perverted bastard!"

"That's what she said, about you." Conan's face got redder as he struggled more to get free. "I have to take a dump, so you don't go anywhere, not like you can anyway." He laughed and exited Conan's sight.

Conan continued to struggle with his bonds with no luck, but all he had to do was look at Rachel and he would continue to fight. Suddenly he felt his hands loosen and then his arms were free. Conan looked and saw that George had used the bloody knife to let him go. Conan knelt by him and saw that George was dead. He used his last bit of life and energy to free Conan.

After a moment of silence Conan went to Rachel's side and stroked her hair. She was still in tears. He kissed her cheek and prepared to take on the masked figure. He stood against the wall near the bathroom door. When the man came out Conan punched him in the stomach and he fell to the floor. As Conan hit the felon he kept repeating "you son of a bitch, you nasty son of a bitch" as loud as he could.

After a few minutes of reckless brawling Conan accidentally ripped off the scoundrel's mask and the fighting ceased. He stared at that 'perverted son of a bitch' with wonderment and perplexity.

"Mitch?"……