Title: Betrayal
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own the 4400.
Summary: Maia gets kidnapped.
Chapter 1
"Ahhh" Diana Skouris screamed as she burned her finger on the hot pan she was using to 'try' and bake cookies for Maia's birthday. "Knew there was a reason I stuck to bakeries."
She placed the pan down and bit on her finger, trying to relieve the pan that was pulsing through it as Maia waltzed into the room.
"I told you," she said smiling.
"Yeah you did," Diana said remembering Maia's warning about possibly needed some Neosporin this past morning. She took her finger out of her mouth and watched the little girl staring at the cookies on the counter. "Try one."
Diana smiled as she watched the eight year old take one of the cookies off the cooling rack and break it apart before she ate it. It was hard to believe that she had once referred to the 4400 as disease vectors and test subjects, especially now that Maia was living with her. It was refreshing when Maia moved in; it gave her the break from the cold pizza breakfasts that she had become accustomed to and she was starting to develop a love for cooking. Not to say that her attempts at making a stroganoff from scratch were successful.
"Open up," someone banged at the door.
"He wants me," Maia said. "Because I'm one of the 4400."
"Who's there?" Diana asked. No answer came back. "Maia go into the bedroom," she whispered.
Maia obeyed her guardian and ran to the back of the apartment. Diana grabbed her weapon and poised it so that it was focused on the door. The knob jingled a little bit before the door broke down and two guys with ski masks entered the house.
"Federal Agent Diana Skouris," Diana's voice thundered as they continued to procede into her apartment. "My gun is loaded and I will not hesitate to fire on you." This was a lie. Before Orson Bailey she had never shot anyone before and she hadn't since. Her eyes began to look like those of a rabbit caught in the site of a hunter and she could tell the attacker could see it by the way she was trembling.
The first gunman walked up to her and smacked her in the face, knocking her unconscious. The gunmen then preceded to her bedroom where they found a scared Maia.
"Diana!" Maia screamed as she was carried out of the room.
Diana regained consciousness long enough to see the gunman leave with Maia. "Let her go," she said weakly. Her head was throbbing and an aura was forming around all the objects in her line of sight. She tried to blink it away but the aura persisted. "Please, let Maia go."
The second gunman realized that she was conscious and decided that she was a security risk and that he could in no way, shape, or form leave her alive. He pulled his gun out leveled it and fired.