Chapter Ten
A/N: Ok you guys I know this chapter is a little overdue… but I was just a little busy… I made it up to you… this chapter is longer so I hope you enjoy it. I didn't get any reviews for the last 2 chapters…. So please tell me what you think… even if you don't like it, I promise no hard feelings! So get reading, and please take some extra time to review… thank you!
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It had been better when Tracy knew her father was dead, she preferred the image she had of him than the truth. He was a monster, a man with out a heart.
To he was just a father that had made some mistakes. Now she realized that they weren't mistakes, but cruel decisions. It is in the end that fate had showed her what her father was, a man that deserved no compassion.
"Have you given some thought to my offer?" He said, a cigarette in his mouth. His words were muffled.
"I told you yesterday…but I'll say it again… no. damn. Way!" Tracy sat in the corner far away from him, but she still managed to feel some chills up her spine. She was truly felt disgusted by this man, and wondered how she could have come from someone so horrible.
"Tracy, darling, that is not a choice." He said casually like he just told her that she couldn't keep a stray she brought home.
"Then I suggest you reconsider your options, 'cause I will not changing my mind." She met his casual tone. He looked at her for a long moment.
"It seems to me that you need some help brainstorming… I'll send some friends of mine… they can help you answer my question the next time I ask." He quietly flipped his cigarette to the floor, stepped on it, and walked out.
Tracy sat alone for a while and wondered who her father will send to 'help' her this time. The last guy he sent really ready to kill her, she wondered if these guys had a different objective. He said friends, how many did that mean? two? Three? Five? She hated being at the mercy of her alleged father, or anyone for that matter.
She wondered what happened to her emergencies tracker. Had it gone off when they took her? Doubtful. Help would be here if it did.
Tracy continued to look around her 'accommodation' as he father had put it. It was definitely not meant for comfort, there wasn't anything to sleep on, just the floor. Of course she didn't have to worry about that, someone will probably shoot her with a tranquilizer soon enough!
She wished Edward was here, she missed his arms around her when she slept, she missed when he kissed he eyelids while she sleeping just to annoy her, she missed his little whispers in her ear when it was time to wake up. She wondered if Sydney would give him her ring, she wondered if he would notice the words, if he would realize that she was alive, waiting for him to find her.
The rough sound of the door opening snapped her out of her thoughts, she looked up towards the door. This time she saw two men standing there.
At least its not five men! But when they came closer, she thought they looked like rejects from the World Wrestling Foundation. Oh boy!
"Hi there! you boys lost?" she thought she'd make a joke, but the two guys just stared blankly at her, in their eyes a stillness, like there was no conscious to prohibit them from doing what the hell they wanted with her.
"Boss said you need some roughing up" One of them finally answered. His words were slurred and he sounded dumb.
"Is that right?" she said causally standing. "Why is that?"
"We don't ask questions." The other one was the one to reply this time, he sounded gruff, and angry.
"You always do what you're told?" she asked mockingly. "Just a nicely trained… guy."
They might as well kill me… I don't have anything to live for. She thought.
The men just gave her a grin. Which made Tracy wonder what was it with bad guys and evil grins.
"You better watch that mouth girly… might get ya in a whole lot of trouble." The gruff man advised her.
"More than this?" Tracy said, looking around. "I don't think so"
The gruff man nudged the other guy and headed towards Tracy.
"Now this wont hurt too much if you don't act like a hero, alright?"
"Who said anything about being a hero?" Tracy said with a smile. And she let the man hold her hands behind her back.
"See you're not so bad after all." The gruff man touched her face with the back of his hand. Tracy gave him a hint of smile and slammed her face against his, he reeled back screaming obscenities.
Then again… kicking some butt might be fun, she thought. She slammed her foot down on the foot of the man behind her and when he let go she pun around and kicked him in the stomach.
"You guys have to do better than that!" Tracy stood tall while the two men looked at her with murderous intents.
"You're gonna pay for this bitch!" The gruff man said, the slow one just nodded.
He charged at her and swinging his fist, Tracy ducked and caught him in an upper cut to the chin. He must have bit his tongue cause he spit out some blood.
"You ok Lou?" The slow guy said.
"Get her dip shit!" Lou commanded.
The slow man looked at Tracy a little bit intimidated. Tracy took the chance and charged at him first. Kicking and punching him, this guy was heavy set and it was harder to bring him down.
Then Tracy saw a flash of white and then incredible pain followed. The man behind her had hit her with something on the back of the neck.
Tracy fell to the ground, dazed. She felt like her eyes were marbles on the loose and she couldn't focus.
"Not so tough are you now!" Lou daunted and Tracy tried to regain some control over herself. That's when she felt a powerful kick to her stomach. Then one to the chest. She was breathless, and helpless while the kicking continued. Finally came a kick to the head and she found herself sinking into darkness. There was no need to worry about sleeping after all.
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Jack was taking a walk outside to clear his head when his cell phone rang again.
"Bristow." He said in icy demeanor.
"Jack! How are you? Any luck finding Tracy? I don't think so… well that's too bad! that girl is fighter. I'm afraid she's too stubborn for her own well being." Turner had a cocky voice.
"What did you do her Turner? She's your daughter!" Jack was shouting now.
"Yes, Jack… My daughter! But you turned her into something else. You trying to make up for your daughter aren't you? You were too weak Jack! You couldn't see beyond your feeling!" Turner mocked.
"I'm not the weak one Turner. I was a father!"
"You're not my daughter's father, Jack! Next time you see her she would be mine!" Turner shouted and hung up.
"That Bastard!" Jack said as he dialed Marshall. "Did you track the last call?"
"You bet I did Mr. Bristow… I've been tracking all of them… was that him?" Marshall asked.
"Yes. Do you have a location?" Jack asked, eager to find out.
"Well the last call was really secure and I couldn't really pin point his position…. I tried.." Marshall hesitated.
"So we don't have a position?" Jack said angrily.
"Not a complete one sir, but I think this partial information would be important…. It's pretty surprising."
"What is it?" Jack asked, calmer now.
"Well… Sir… it's not in France." Marshall said still a little intimidated.
"Are you sure?" Jack said taking a deep breath.
"No… I mean yes… yes… yes sir, I'm sure… it came from Italy. Who ever called you, called from Italy." Marshall stumbled over his words.
"Inform Sloan. We'll be leaving to Italy soon." Jack said and hung up.
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"So he took her to Italy? What do you guys do now?" Edward was sitting with the rest of the team now, his eyes were still blood shot, but some how Jack doubted he would get any sleep even if he was asked to get some.
"Well we're going to leave to Italy first thing in the morning. We'll see what we're going to do from there." Jack answered.
"Are we sure that the call came from Italy? What if Turner isn't with Tracy?" Vaughn asked.
"He is." Jack assured simply.
"But we don't know what part of Italy?" Vaughn asked again skeptical.
"No."
"Then why go? I don't think her father will hurt anyway."
"He will do what ever it takes to break her. He has been violent with her as a child, he'll do it now!" Jack said forcefully.
"Chris told me that guy was a bastard!" Edward whispered.
"Let's get ready… tomorrow we leave before sunrise." Jack ordered one last time and left the room. He would get Tracy back if it was the last thing he does.
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Edward sat alone in a room they gave him, he should sleep, but he couldn't. not with her out there and he cant get to her. He kept looking at that ring he gave Tracy. He wished he could feel the metal warm from her skin, he wished she would whisper in his right ear, telling him it was ok.
But it wasn't ok. He found it hard to believe that he was taking this worse than her death. When he thought she was dead, he'd like that she had found peace. But now, he was sure she wasn't any type of peace.
He touched a sliver chain she had given him for his birthday, it had his and hers initials on it. He undid it and removed it from his neck. After a long time of just looking at it, he slipped the ring through the chain and put it back on.
There was a knock at the door; Edward looked towards it for a long time before he replied.
"Who is it?"
"It's Sydney." Sydney's voice answered. He took a deep breath.
"Come on in"
The door opened slowly and Sydney pocked her head from behind it, she smiled and opened the door completely.
"Were you asleep?" Sydney asked, a little regretful.
"No, no!" he said getting up from the bed. "I cant really sleep."
"Well… we found a near by McDonalds, Weiss, Vaughn, and Nadia went to get us some food." Sydney said, with a warm encouraging smile. "Maybe you're just hungry."
"I don't think it's that simple, but thank you." He said with a hint of a smile.
"I know it isn't easy." Sydney offered. "You want to talk about it?"
"I don't think you really know, but sure… I'd like to have some company." He looked tired as he fumbled, pointing for the couch.
"We've all had our share of missing, and dead lovers, Edward." Sydney said simply. "They should put in the job description."
Edward gave a little laugh. Sydney was relieved she could get him to show some expression of brief happiness.
"Of course," he said, a little surprise. "how could it slip my mind? Sydney Bristow... You were dead for a while weren't you? I mean not dead but like presumed dead…"
"Does everybody know about that?" Sydney rolled her eyes.
"Not really… Jack was a pretty big mess after your funeral… Tracy opened her door once and he was just standing right there." he explained. "I was with her at the time."
"How long did you know Tracy?" Sydney asked a bit curious.
"We've known each other for about 5… 6 years or something. Chris brought her over for dinner, she was his new partner." He said but then suddenly looked down and a smiled filled his face. "I remember when I first saw her, my heart seemed to flitter or something."
He looked up at Sydney his eyes were sparkling with the memories.
"And she felt the same way, of course." Sydney said.
"Not really!" He said laughing a little. "She thought I was a wimp. I was still in training! But she began to hang out with me, we became really good friends. It took me two years to get her to agree to go out with me!"
"We'll get her back" Sydney assured him in a kind low voice.
"I know" he nodded. "She wouldn't let them take her, she's better than that."
"Sydney?" Vaughn was calling from outside the room.
"I guess they're back with dinner… you wanna give it a go. She wouldn't want you starving to death!" Sydney gave him a soft smile.
"But you would!" Edward said with a clumsy wide grin.
"I was only starving you for interrogation purposes!" Sydney said in a fake shocked voice.
"Fine… I always wanted to taste French French-fries!" Edward smiled and walked out of the room, Sydney soon followed him.
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Tracy didn't find herself guided back to consciousness by a headache, as had become her habit. It was more like an ache party. For a second she had actually convinced herself that pain was the natural state of existence.
She would have groaned, but she couldn't even do that. She slowly opened her eyes, and thanked G-d the room was dark.
She felt a presence next to her and immediately tensed up. She flinched in the fear that someone was still her waiting to give her some grinding.
"Shhh… it's ok sweetheart… it's alright!" soothed a mild man's voice. The voice reminded Tracy of a voice of an old man in her old building in DC. A kind man, who always seemed to have a fatherly concern for her, he didn't like Edward very much when they first started going out.
Tracy tried to look at the man, but all she could do was make a little pained sound.
"I know…. I know it hurts." He said softly. "Hurts everywhere doesn't it? Those mean folks did some work on" The man talked to her like she was a child.
Finally Tracy managed to gather all her strength to ask one simple question.
"Who…are you?" she said in a labored way that surprised her.
"Don't try to speak just yet, sweetheart. My name is Nicholas Wellesley…. You can call me Nick." His voice was so warm Tracy began to relax. "So why are you here sugar? and why'd they hurt you so bad?" He asked in a regretful way.
Nick looked at Tracy, she was still sprawled on the floor the way she was when he came in here, he didn't want to move her until he knew that none of those ribs were broken.
"Now, I'm afraid this gonna hurt a little, but I'm gonna have to see if any of your ribs are broken."
Tracy was getting a little more coherent and a little bit more strong, so she managed a soft nod. The man placed a gentle hand on he side and he touched her ribs. The pain made Tracy bit her lip so hard she drew some blood.
"Don't worry sweetheart, they aren't broken. They are pretty banged up though, you should feel better in a couple of days."
"You a.. doctor?" Tracy asked weakly.
"I was before they put me in this hell hole four months ago." He looked down and shook his head.
Tracy finally found enough strength to sit up. Nick rushed to stop her but she shook her head.
"It's ok." She said in a scratchy voice.
He leaned back and watched her sit up on her own, she leaned back on the wall, and finally that groan of pain came. She looked up at Nick, his voice gave him justice. He had a broad body, and white-gray hear. He looked like what a grandfather would look in a movie.
"How long have I been out, Nick?" Tracy asked gingerly touching her forehead, where a rough gash-bruise combination had emerged from where Lou had kicked her.
"I was here for half an hour now… but it's George that brought me here. He said he and his buddy Lou had been banging you up, and the boss told them to keep you alive, but you've been out for 3 hours and he was getting pretty scared the boss was gonna find out they missed you up so bad." The doctor explained.
"Believe me that boss wouldn't give two bits if they wasted me!" Tracy whispered bitterly.
"Yah that Turner Maxwell is a true piece of trash!" Nick said some bitterness seeping into his voice. "You didn't till me you're name sweetheart." He politely pointed out.
"Pam…" Tracy answered with a smile. "Pam Lambert."
Tracy decided against telling Nick who she really was, she didn't want to ruin a friendship that could be with this man... he seemed nice. So she thought she'd use her alias.
Tracy tried to extend a hand, but pain shot up her body.
"Don't try to move to much, at least until tomorrow… why did this happen to you anyway?" He asked a little concerned.
"I didn't give the boss man something that he wanted from me." Tracy said simply.
Then the door opened and Lou appeared.
"You brought her back doc?" He said obnoxiously.
"She need something for the pain." Nick pleaded with him.
"I've got something for her here doc." Lou said holding up his tranq gun.
Nick almost jumped at the sight of it.
"You cant!" he protested, not realizing the gun had tranquilizer darts in it instead of bullets.
"Relax Doc! Aint nothing here but tranqs!" Lou said.
Nick looked back at Tracy and she just nodded at him, it was ok. He nodded back and left with George, the slow guy, who just appeared behind Lou.
"Sweet dreams!" Lou said sarcastically and shot Tracy in the arm.
Tracy didn't fight the effects this time, she just let herself drift into a sleepless, painless slumber.
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A/N: C'mon you guys… here's the end of chapter 10! Someone please review! It only takes one second!