Title: Deep Down
Chapter: Four?
Author: Kelly
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: See First Chapter.
Bosco leaned on the desk, watching Andrews. It put the man off dramatically as he spoke with Swersky; he kept glancing to him every now and then as he just stared. Andrews found the floor particularly interesting as of now. "Yes sir. Yes, that's correct. Officer Boscorelli. No sir I don't know what he wants." A long thoughtful pause as Swersky was obviously speaking on the other end. "Yes sir," Andrews finally looked to Bosco and handed him the receiver. "He wants to speak with you."
"It's about time," Bosco muttered snatching it from him and putting it to his here. "I got a problem. Yokas has been kidnapped."
"What do you mean kidnapped?"
"I mean taken," Bosco started rolling off all different words that you called it. "Abducted. Stolen." He stopped before his anger got the better of him; he had to remain calm even though he felt anything but. "I got a phone call from her husband asking where she was, I thought nothing of it until I received another call."
"From who?"
"The kidnapper, he didn't exactly reveal his name sir. Told me that they had her and to head down here for further instructions." Bosco dared a glance to Andrews who instantly recoiled and turned away under the look. "They sound serious sir. I'm sure they'll hurt her if he doesn't get what he want."
"And what's that?"
"He's yet to contact me," Bosco sighed as he felt for his own cell phone.
"Sit tight Bosco," Swersky answered. "I'll be there shortly and we'll figure this out together."
"I appreciate it." He hung up the phone and handed the receiver back to Andrews who gave him a sympathetic look. Bosco really hated it when he got looks like that. "Got a problem?"
Faith opened her eyes once more; she'd been slipping in and out of consciousness for however long had passed since she'd woken up. The vehicle was still in motion and whoever it was seemed to making some good distance. It was ironic she thought silently that earlier she just wanted to get away from it all and boom. Faith was in the back of some car and being driven to god knows where. Somebody was in for some world of pain when they finally stopped and got her out.
As if on cue, the car skidded to a quick halt. Faith steadied her breathing and prepared herself. She heard the familiar slam of one car door than the other. Two people. The truck was opened and Faith launched herself up only to be pushed back down forcefully causing her to grunt. "She's not supposed to be awake," one of the masked people said. A male from the sound of it.
"Let me go you son of a bitch," Faith managed to scream out, her voice extremely hoarse. The hands continued to hold her down. Still, she struggled on with much effort.
"We need to knock her out," the other voice replied quickly over her screams. Trying to muffle her with a gloved hand. This one was also a male voice.
"Then do something." The gloved hand was removed from her move and Faith saw the one on the right disappear from her line of vision, she waited a few moments then the door slammed again. He came back, a kit in his hands.
"What are you doing?" Faith asked, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. He opened the kit, pulled out a vial then a hypodermic needle, pulling it out and refilling it with the brown contents of the vial until it was almost full. "What are you doing!"
It shone with reflections of the streetlights; Faith had even thought to try and looked at her whereabouts. Too filled with fear and panic to care. Now all she cared about was the hypodermic needle in this guys hands. "Answer me," she demanded.
The guy tapped the needle and held it up, then brought it down. Faith tried to wrench free of the first guy's grasp to no avail, the second guy with the needle rolled up her sleeve and all Faith felt was the sharp prick of the needle penetrating her arm. Then the darkness consumed her once more.