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Moriah T I have to torture you it's fun!
Mistaken Identity
Chapter 5
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Sully felt his more anxious than he had ever been as he waited outside Ty's room. He had just gotten out of surgery and his mother was in there now. 'Hey Ty how's it going? You're okay but guess what? Carlos was kidnapped!' He didn't know how he was going to do this. He heard his cell phone chirp and looked around the hall for any nurses before answering. "Sullivan."
"Hey Sully it's me." Bosco said a little glumly. "You got a minute?"
"Yeah, what is it?"
"We found two bullet holes in the ceiling of the living room and ballistics is trying to pull the slugs out now and find a match. They're trying to match it up with Davis' off duty gun."
"Yeah. His holster was empty when we got to him." Sully said looking at a man walking down the hall. "Anything else?"
"The neighbors next door said they thought they might have heard something at around midnight last night so they were home for a little while before these people broke inside-"
"Wait hold on Bosco. They got off right around midnight. We all got off at midnight, remember? Everyone stayed late last night after that bad hit-and-run. Someone was over there before those two got home."
"Sorry. I didn't really get any sleep last night. I'm running on fumes here and everything that's happened…." Bosco sighed and continued. "They found fingerprints but the crime scene people think that they only belong to Davis and Nieto. The only slightly good news is that they found blood on the carpet and they're running it now."
"Hopefully they get somewhere with the blood." Sully grumbled.
"Yeah, Maybe. How's Davis?" Bosco asked not knowing what condition he was in.
"He just got out of surgery about a half hour ago. They said that he'll be here a little while but he'll be okay." Sully looked up and saw Maggie come out of Ty's room. "Look I gotta go Bosco. I'll call you back."
"Sure. Tell Davis I'll swing by soon."
"Hey thanks for staying on top of this Bosco." Sully said. Sometimes Bosco really surprised him. He didn't have to stay in the apartment and help the other officers and detectives but he did anyway.
"No problem Sully. I wanna catch these jag offs as soon as possible."
"Me too." Sully hung up and walked up to Maggie. "How is he?"
"He's awake but he didn't know what happened. I don't even know what to tell him." She teared up again before finishing. "Are you sure you need to tell him now? He's bad enough now."
"You know I don't want to but if he knows anything at all about what happened, we might be able to find who did this and find Carlos."
"They don't know anything yet?" She asked concerned about her son's roommate. She was very familiar with him from the times she came over to their apartment. From what she saw, he seemed like a nice young man and not the type to attract any trouble. Especially not this kind of trouble.
"Nothing."
"Okay." Maggie sighed. "We can finish talking later on. Ty wanted to see you anyway."
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Sully stepped inside the room nodding at the police guard sitting next to the door. He had been assigned to watch the young officer's room until he was released. Once Sully stepped in he was bombarded with the strong smells of antibiotics. It was a hospital room made for two beds but there was only one inside for safety measures. The lights were dimmed to the lowest setting it could go without making anyone who was allowed to come in just enough light to see what they were doing.
He slowly made his way over to his partners bedside getting a good look at his friend's injuries. He saw a splint running up his right arm up to his elbow wrapped in only in ace bandages. The surgeon earlier had told he and Maggie that he would need to go through one more surgery to fix the bad break in his forearm. His right eye was completely swollen shut. Sully thought about staying standing but decided to sit beside him. Ty seemed to be sleeping and didn't notice Sully flinching at the dark bruises obscuring his face. The low lighting casting an grotesque shadow over him making the bruises look worse than they were. "I'm sorry." He said bowing his head.
Ty opened his eyes at that very moment waking from a light sleep. His vision was still blurry in his good eye and his other was completely swelled shut but he could see Sully sitting next to him. "H-Hey." He said finding his voice very scratchy.
Sully looked up and tried to smile but came up a little short. "Hey Ty. How are you feeling?" He said a little timidly. He tried to sound as if everything was okay but he couldn't. Not while looking at him and seeing all of his injuries.
"Drained." He yawned closing his mouth once he felt his face scream back at him to shut it. "You woke me up."
"Well I wanted to see how you're doing, you know? You're not in any pain?"
"I'd be lying to you if I said I wasn't." Ty said closing his eyes. He could honestly say he felt like a train hit him head on. It seemed like everything above his hips hurt. "What happened?" He brain was in a complete haze he slowly recognized that it came from strong drugs. It was making his body feel as if it were made out of Jell-O but it wasn't keeping his pain at bay. He saw Sully avert his eyes and Ty closed his own again. 'This can't be good.'
"You remember anything from earlier?" Sully asked hopeful he might have to explain it.
"I remember Doc?" Ty said slowly. It was blurred but he remembered Doc talking to him with bright lights but he wasn't sure what day it happened.
"Anything a little earlier? Today or maybe yesterday?"
Sully watched his partner's face twist in hesitation and Sully had his answer. "Before you and Carlos got home yesterday after work, someone broke in or was already there we don't know for sure yet." Sully sighed.
"We?" Ty swallowed.
"Me, Faith, and Bosco came to check on you when you and Carlos didn't show up for work today." Sully paused for a moment before continuing. "We found you on the floor in your living room. You were beat up pretty badly."
'Beat up.' Ty let those words sink in briefly before looking at Sully again. "What about Carlos? How's he doing?"
"Don't you want to know how you're doing first?" Sully asked stalling for time.
"I'm alive and I'm breathing. I can ask a doctor later about how I'm doing. Where's Carlos?" Ty knew Sully was about to give him bad news when he grabbed his hand. "Is he hurt worse than me?" He asked feeling his chest tighten when Sully didn't answer him right away. "Is he dead?"
"No, he's not." Sully started. "We don't know where he's at. I was hoping you had some clue on where he might be."
Ty took a long moment trying to remember anything. 'They're depending on me? I can't even remember what happened before Sully came in the room.' He closed his eyes concentrating on his heart drilling inside his chest trying to think. He saw a flash of a man in a black mask standing over him and someone behind him and flinched. "I remember a guy…." Ty said quietly feeling his stomach knot.
"You remember what he looked like? Hair color, hei-" Sully asked.
"Two guys. One…he was bigger than me." Ty continued emotionless ignoring Sully. "I can't see the other guy." Ty stopped drawing a blank. "I don't remember anything else. It's not there."
"That's okay. You just woke up and you're on some heavy medication." They both heard a knock at the window and two detectives waved signaling they wanted to come in. Sully turned back to Ty. "You up to talking to them?" Ty mutely shrugged, numb from the news that Carlos was missing. "Best to get it over with Ty. They'll just keep bothering you until you do."
"Sure." Ty stared at the wall in front of him and racked his brain. Why did they leave him and take Carlos? Was it someone they knew? Someone who had a personal vendetta against the police? Maybe even Carlos or himself. How was he supposed to help find Carlos? He really couldn't remember anything from the night before except the man who hurt him and even then he couldn't remember much about that.
"I'll stay in here, if you want." Sully offered seeing anxiety in his partners face.
Sully's voice cut through his theories and Ty nodded giving a small tense smile. "Thanks." What could he tell them anyway?
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Carlos opened his eyes and quickly shut them again. 'Ow.' He thought as he could still feel the sunlight pierce through his eyelids. 'I don't feel like closing my blinds now.' He carefully opened his eyes again into slits trying to give his pupils time to focus and get used to the light. He blinked heavily glancing around the room instantly recognizing he didn't know where he was at. 'This isn't my apartment.' He thought frantically. The room was small like a bedroom but there was no bed or any furniture for that matter. The sun made the wooden floor glow with more credit than it deserved. It looked like it was covered in dust. He could see it rise in the scattered sunbeams in the room from the wall he was slouched against. Carlos tried pushing himself up into a sitting position but felt his hands bound in back of him. 'Huh?' He looked at his ankles to see them taped together underneath the leg bottoms of his jeans with duct tape. Hs felt the same material on his mouth as well.
'What's goin' on? I pick the wrong freaky chica at the club?' He took a deep breath to calm himself down and thought about the night before. He remembered fixing a gunshot wound…. his shoulders sagged as he remembered where he was. 'If only it was a girl.' He reached his knees up to his temple and hissed at the pain in his head. He could feel dried blood starting to dry and mat his hair at his hairline. He wasn't sure how it happened but it hurt like hell. He looked up at the source of the light in the room and saw a small boarded up window blocking out most of the light except for tiny snatches shining brightly through. His hands were tied behind his back with his watch, if it was still there, so he couldn't be sure what time it was but he figured it was around early afternoon or some other time of the day with a lot of sun. He didn't have much time to enjoy it as he slowly nodded off again.
He woke up the second time to hear someone humming a very lively tune. Carlos lifted his head off of his chest and rested it on the wall behind him breathing deeply out of his nose that was beginning to become stuffy. 'Great.' He thought. 'Now my body decides to be sick?' His eyes darted around looking for the source of the music. He looked in the shadows in front of him to see someone setting up some type of equipment across the room from him. 'A tripod?' He thought dazedly. He tilted his head to the side for a better look and groaned as his headache grew. He realized someone knocked him extremely hard on the side of the head when he saw practically saw stars in his eyes. 'Definitely a concussion.' He felt bad all over with a concussion and an oncoming cold, it was only going to get worse. 'Really great.' He thought and stopped breathing when he no longer heard anyone humming.
"You're awake now. That's good."
Carlos watched the shadow behind the camera step closer almost gracefully. "I was worried that our little investment was hurt." He knelt in front of Carlos who pulled away in disgust. "I apologize. Don't worry about Lou. He didn't mean it."
"I meant hitting you. Your lucky I only hit you with the gun." Lou said coming from behind the camera. Carlos protectively pulled his knees up to his chest looking in between the two men. So Lou was definitely the loose cannon. "Hey let's get this show rolling." Lou said gruffly.
Rich sighed and stood up walking in front of the camera. He tried to keep his arm as still as possible as he moved now. His arm was slightly better than today but it still hurt like hell. Rich would make sure Nieto would look at it after the task at hand was taken care of.
"We need money Mr. Nieto and you're our ticket." Rich said.
Carlos looked around in confusion and heard a crackle of paper in front of him. Carlos was beginning to have a bad feeling about this.
"You're a paramedic for the city." Lou started. "A tape of you at the hands of 'ruthless' kidnappers on TV will get us whatever we want." He laughed. "Too bad we didn't take you and that cop. Woulda been millions."
Carlos felt ill at the very thought of Ty having to be in the same predicament.
"I bet you want to know how he's doing." Lou taunted walking around in the shadows. "Aren't you wondering if you're being held by attempted murderers- or actual cold blooded murderers who have nothing to lose now except our money."
Rich chuckled as he saw Carlos nearly turn white. 'Perfect. Just the look we were looking for.' He thought and moved behind the camera lens turning it on. "Smile Mr. Nieto!"
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I had to stop! Really! More Carlos in the next chapters. Feedback is appreciated! ;)
Thank you for reviewing my story
Moriah T I have to torture you it's fun!
Mistaken Identity
Chapter 5
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Sully felt his more anxious than he had ever been as he waited outside Ty's room. He had just gotten out of surgery and his mother was in there now. 'Hey Ty how's it going? You're okay but guess what? Carlos was kidnapped!' He didn't know how he was going to do this. He heard his cell phone chirp and looked around the hall for any nurses before answering. "Sullivan."
"Hey Sully it's me." Bosco said a little glumly. "You got a minute?"
"Yeah, what is it?"
"We found two bullet holes in the ceiling of the living room and ballistics is trying to pull the slugs out now and find a match. They're trying to match it up with Davis' off duty gun."
"Yeah. His holster was empty when we got to him." Sully said looking at a man walking down the hall. "Anything else?"
"The neighbors next door said they thought they might have heard something at around midnight last night so they were home for a little while before these people broke inside-"
"Wait hold on Bosco. They got off right around midnight. We all got off at midnight, remember? Everyone stayed late last night after that bad hit-and-run. Someone was over there before those two got home."
"Sorry. I didn't really get any sleep last night. I'm running on fumes here and everything that's happened…." Bosco sighed and continued. "They found fingerprints but the crime scene people think that they only belong to Davis and Nieto. The only slightly good news is that they found blood on the carpet and they're running it now."
"Hopefully they get somewhere with the blood." Sully grumbled.
"Yeah, Maybe. How's Davis?" Bosco asked not knowing what condition he was in.
"He just got out of surgery about a half hour ago. They said that he'll be here a little while but he'll be okay." Sully looked up and saw Maggie come out of Ty's room. "Look I gotta go Bosco. I'll call you back."
"Sure. Tell Davis I'll swing by soon."
"Hey thanks for staying on top of this Bosco." Sully said. Sometimes Bosco really surprised him. He didn't have to stay in the apartment and help the other officers and detectives but he did anyway.
"No problem Sully. I wanna catch these jag offs as soon as possible."
"Me too." Sully hung up and walked up to Maggie. "How is he?"
"He's awake but he didn't know what happened. I don't even know what to tell him." She teared up again before finishing. "Are you sure you need to tell him now? He's bad enough now."
"You know I don't want to but if he knows anything at all about what happened, we might be able to find who did this and find Carlos."
"They don't know anything yet?" She asked concerned about her son's roommate. She was very familiar with him from the times she came over to their apartment. From what she saw, he seemed like a nice young man and not the type to attract any trouble. Especially not this kind of trouble.
"Nothing."
"Okay." Maggie sighed. "We can finish talking later on. Ty wanted to see you anyway."
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Sully stepped inside the room nodding at the police guard sitting next to the door. He had been assigned to watch the young officer's room until he was released. Once Sully stepped in he was bombarded with the strong smells of antibiotics. It was a hospital room made for two beds but there was only one inside for safety measures. The lights were dimmed to the lowest setting it could go without making anyone who was allowed to come in just enough light to see what they were doing.
He slowly made his way over to his partners bedside getting a good look at his friend's injuries. He saw a splint running up his right arm up to his elbow wrapped in only in ace bandages. The surgeon earlier had told he and Maggie that he would need to go through one more surgery to fix the bad break in his forearm. His right eye was completely swollen shut. Sully thought about staying standing but decided to sit beside him. Ty seemed to be sleeping and didn't notice Sully flinching at the dark bruises obscuring his face. The low lighting casting an grotesque shadow over him making the bruises look worse than they were. "I'm sorry." He said bowing his head.
Ty opened his eyes at that very moment waking from a light sleep. His vision was still blurry in his good eye and his other was completely swelled shut but he could see Sully sitting next to him. "H-Hey." He said finding his voice very scratchy.
Sully looked up and tried to smile but came up a little short. "Hey Ty. How are you feeling?" He said a little timidly. He tried to sound as if everything was okay but he couldn't. Not while looking at him and seeing all of his injuries.
"Drained." He yawned closing his mouth once he felt his face scream back at him to shut it. "You woke me up."
"Well I wanted to see how you're doing, you know? You're not in any pain?"
"I'd be lying to you if I said I wasn't." Ty said closing his eyes. He could honestly say he felt like a train hit him head on. It seemed like everything above his hips hurt. "What happened?" He brain was in a complete haze he slowly recognized that it came from strong drugs. It was making his body feel as if it were made out of Jell-O but it wasn't keeping his pain at bay. He saw Sully avert his eyes and Ty closed his own again. 'This can't be good.'
"You remember anything from earlier?" Sully asked hopeful he might have to explain it.
"I remember Doc?" Ty said slowly. It was blurred but he remembered Doc talking to him with bright lights but he wasn't sure what day it happened.
"Anything a little earlier? Today or maybe yesterday?"
Sully watched his partner's face twist in hesitation and Sully had his answer. "Before you and Carlos got home yesterday after work, someone broke in or was already there we don't know for sure yet." Sully sighed.
"We?" Ty swallowed.
"Me, Faith, and Bosco came to check on you when you and Carlos didn't show up for work today." Sully paused for a moment before continuing. "We found you on the floor in your living room. You were beat up pretty badly."
'Beat up.' Ty let those words sink in briefly before looking at Sully again. "What about Carlos? How's he doing?"
"Don't you want to know how you're doing first?" Sully asked stalling for time.
"I'm alive and I'm breathing. I can ask a doctor later about how I'm doing. Where's Carlos?" Ty knew Sully was about to give him bad news when he grabbed his hand. "Is he hurt worse than me?" He asked feeling his chest tighten when Sully didn't answer him right away. "Is he dead?"
"No, he's not." Sully started. "We don't know where he's at. I was hoping you had some clue on where he might be."
Ty took a long moment trying to remember anything. 'They're depending on me? I can't even remember what happened before Sully came in the room.' He closed his eyes concentrating on his heart drilling inside his chest trying to think. He saw a flash of a man in a black mask standing over him and someone behind him and flinched. "I remember a guy…." Ty said quietly feeling his stomach knot.
"You remember what he looked like? Hair color, hei-" Sully asked.
"Two guys. One…he was bigger than me." Ty continued emotionless ignoring Sully. "I can't see the other guy." Ty stopped drawing a blank. "I don't remember anything else. It's not there."
"That's okay. You just woke up and you're on some heavy medication." They both heard a knock at the window and two detectives waved signaling they wanted to come in. Sully turned back to Ty. "You up to talking to them?" Ty mutely shrugged, numb from the news that Carlos was missing. "Best to get it over with Ty. They'll just keep bothering you until you do."
"Sure." Ty stared at the wall in front of him and racked his brain. Why did they leave him and take Carlos? Was it someone they knew? Someone who had a personal vendetta against the police? Maybe even Carlos or himself. How was he supposed to help find Carlos? He really couldn't remember anything from the night before except the man who hurt him and even then he couldn't remember much about that.
"I'll stay in here, if you want." Sully offered seeing anxiety in his partners face.
Sully's voice cut through his theories and Ty nodded giving a small tense smile. "Thanks." What could he tell them anyway?
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Carlos opened his eyes and quickly shut them again. 'Ow.' He thought as he could still feel the sunlight pierce through his eyelids. 'I don't feel like closing my blinds now.' He carefully opened his eyes again into slits trying to give his pupils time to focus and get used to the light. He blinked heavily glancing around the room instantly recognizing he didn't know where he was at. 'This isn't my apartment.' He thought frantically. The room was small like a bedroom but there was no bed or any furniture for that matter. The sun made the wooden floor glow with more credit than it deserved. It looked like it was covered in dust. He could see it rise in the scattered sunbeams in the room from the wall he was slouched against. Carlos tried pushing himself up into a sitting position but felt his hands bound in back of him. 'Huh?' He looked at his ankles to see them taped together underneath the leg bottoms of his jeans with duct tape. Hs felt the same material on his mouth as well.
'What's goin' on? I pick the wrong freaky chica at the club?' He took a deep breath to calm himself down and thought about the night before. He remembered fixing a gunshot wound…. his shoulders sagged as he remembered where he was. 'If only it was a girl.' He reached his knees up to his temple and hissed at the pain in his head. He could feel dried blood starting to dry and mat his hair at his hairline. He wasn't sure how it happened but it hurt like hell. He looked up at the source of the light in the room and saw a small boarded up window blocking out most of the light except for tiny snatches shining brightly through. His hands were tied behind his back with his watch, if it was still there, so he couldn't be sure what time it was but he figured it was around early afternoon or some other time of the day with a lot of sun. He didn't have much time to enjoy it as he slowly nodded off again.
He woke up the second time to hear someone humming a very lively tune. Carlos lifted his head off of his chest and rested it on the wall behind him breathing deeply out of his nose that was beginning to become stuffy. 'Great.' He thought. 'Now my body decides to be sick?' His eyes darted around looking for the source of the music. He looked in the shadows in front of him to see someone setting up some type of equipment across the room from him. 'A tripod?' He thought dazedly. He tilted his head to the side for a better look and groaned as his headache grew. He realized someone knocked him extremely hard on the side of the head when he saw practically saw stars in his eyes. 'Definitely a concussion.' He felt bad all over with a concussion and an oncoming cold, it was only going to get worse. 'Really great.' He thought and stopped breathing when he no longer heard anyone humming.
"You're awake now. That's good."
Carlos watched the shadow behind the camera step closer almost gracefully. "I was worried that our little investment was hurt." He knelt in front of Carlos who pulled away in disgust. "I apologize. Don't worry about Lou. He didn't mean it."
"I meant hitting you. Your lucky I only hit you with the gun." Lou said coming from behind the camera. Carlos protectively pulled his knees up to his chest looking in between the two men. So Lou was definitely the loose cannon. "Hey let's get this show rolling." Lou said gruffly.
Rich sighed and stood up walking in front of the camera. He tried to keep his arm as still as possible as he moved now. His arm was slightly better than today but it still hurt like hell. Rich would make sure Nieto would look at it after the task at hand was taken care of.
"We need money Mr. Nieto and you're our ticket." Rich said.
Carlos looked around in confusion and heard a crackle of paper in front of him. Carlos was beginning to have a bad feeling about this.
"You're a paramedic for the city." Lou started. "A tape of you at the hands of 'ruthless' kidnappers on TV will get us whatever we want." He laughed. "Too bad we didn't take you and that cop. Woulda been millions."
Carlos felt ill at the very thought of Ty having to be in the same predicament.
"I bet you want to know how he's doing." Lou taunted walking around in the shadows. "Aren't you wondering if you're being held by attempted murderers- or actual cold blooded murderers who have nothing to lose now except our money."
Rich chuckled as he saw Carlos nearly turn white. 'Perfect. Just the look we were looking for.' He thought and moved behind the camera lens turning it on. "Smile Mr. Nieto!"
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I had to stop! Really! More Carlos in the next chapters. Feedback is appreciated! ;)
