AN: I would like to dedicate this chapter to myself, because I found the wounderful divider thingy button. YAY!
Dirchy hit Tony hard across the side of his face. Tony crumpled to the floor and didn't move. Sara let out a choked scream and tried to get to the little boy. It was an impossible task because she was still tied up. Dirchy walked over to her in two strides and kicked her viciously. She felt at least one rib crack, and she let out a scream of pain.
"You took my only kid away. My only kid," he said to her. Though she was in intense pain and knew she would face more if she spoke, Sara couldn't stop the words.
"You don't deserve that kid," she shot at him. He glared down at her and Sara glared back.
"He's my kid. MINE!"
"Not anymore he's not," she said, still struggling to actually reach the child in question.
Sara knew how brave Tony must have been standing up to this man only a few moments ago. She was doing it now and she was frightened out of her mind.
Brass was barking orders to a large group of cops all standing near their squad cars.
"Okay guys, here's what were going to do. We are not going to advertise our presence. We're going to do this quietly and sneak up on the son-of-a-bitch. He has two hostages, including an eight-year-old boy so we have to do this right. When we get there I will give you further instructions okay."
"They're going to come looking for me," Sara said. There was a slight tremor of fear creeping into her voice that she hoped Dirchy didn't here.
"Who," he said like he didn't believe her.
"The whole crime lab will come looking for us."
"They haven't managed to catch me yet."
"They will this time. Count on it." Sara felt just a little bit stronger. A little bit safer saying this. Just a little.
Greg and Lena were in the back of Catherine's car. Warrick was in the passenger's seat. Lena had to fight tooth and nail to get in that seat. Nobody wanted her to come. "To dangerous for a civilian," Brass had said. But Lena refused to leave.
Tony started to stir. Before she could say anything, Dirchy went to the boy and pulled him up. He looked the little boy right in the face.
"Now we'll have no more of that. Okay Benjamin?"
The little boy didn't even look Dirchy in the face. He looked at the floor and nodded. Dirchy shook the boy's shoulders a little, as if to prompt him.
"Yes, sir," Tony said.
Sara's spirits plummeted
Brass and several cop cars pulled over. They were about 500 feet from Dirchy's house was. They would have to continue the rest on foot.
They room was completely silent. Dirchy was just looking at Sara. Tony was at the other end of the room looking much like the day Sara found him: small and helpless. Maybe it was just Sara's head but she thought she heard a car or something outside. And footsteps. Her heart gave a leap.
A grand total of 25 cops went up to that cabin. Headed by Captain Brass, they busted the door down and stormed in. The whole cabin was completely empty.
It was the first time Dirchy spoke in and hour. "Nobody's coming for you," he sneered.