Damn, distressed Bobby is hard. Sorry I couldn't keep him in character, but I think it gets better when he gets mad. Well, find out for yourself.
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The Call
"Why do you stay with this man?" Damn, she's good. Logan would never have thought that this…slightly distracted ex-FBI agent could ever connect with a perp this fast. And yet here she was, consoling Gabriella and extracting information from her.
"He's good to me. His brother, Marcos, is wild, takes what he wants when he wants. But Diego stops him."
"Gabriella, Diego beats you. He uses you."
"Yes. But…you understand though. I can see it in your eyes." What? Where was this coming from? Berak had never hinted to Logan about something like this. The only one without a traumatized background—yeah right. "It is better to stay with one who beats you and loves you, than to be hunted down and used. Diego saves me from his brother, from Marcos."
Berak nodded; it could have been a nod of understanding, or it could have been a show. Logan watched from the far corner wondering how he was going to approach this subject with his partner later on. "If you were to run, where would Marcos take you? Where would Diego look for you?"
"I know what you're asking for. That woman who caught me, she's gone isn't she?" Wide, fearful dark brown eyes looked up at Berak who sighed and looked down.
"Yes."
"I will answer your questions. I know what she's going through—what we've been through—it's not good. There is an old wooden house up state. Marcos took me there one weekend. Diego was furious, beat the shit out of him, and then me for letting him take me."
There was a knock from the window causing all three of the interview room's occupants to look up. "Thank you Gabriella. We'll return to ask you more about this soon." The tall lanky woman nodded as Berak stood and walked out of the room with her partner.
"What was that all about?" But Berak waved him off as they stepped into the presence of ADA Carver.
"This isn't going to be enough to find Detective Eames. Gabriella obviously doesn't know where this place is anymore than we do." Carver let go a breath before hanging his head, hands still in pockets. Berak sighed again and rubbed her forehead with her hand. This was going to be difficult.
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Logan and Berak walked back to their desks, passing by Bobby who didn't bother to look up. "I actually pity the poor man." Logan said as they sat down.
"Don't let him hear that; he'll never forgive you." As usual, Berak didn't look at Logan while sharing the information. When she didn't hear a response, she ventured a look at his perplexed face. "I'm a profiler, I'm suppose to know these kinds of things." As if that explains it… Logan thought to himself while rolling his eyes.
At his desk, Bobby, who usually would have heard the comment and stored it away for later use, stared at Eames' chair. He could only remember one other time when he wasn't sure if she would ever sit there again. It had to be one of the most anxiety-ridden parts of his life. Now was worse though, he couldn't stop by after work to visit. Hell, he couldn't even work!
All of a sudden Bobby was distracted from his thoughts by the bright ring of his cell phone. He instructively picked it up. "Goren…Eames!"
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Diego had not been happy by any means. Not only had his little brother beaten him up and then soiled their sister's name yet again, but now Diego had to deal with Marcos' body. It was always the same, Marcos would screw everything, or for that matter everyone, up and then leave an even bigger problem for his brother to deal with.
Diego had had enough. He wanted his partner back and didn't want to have to worry about the lady on his floor. "Wake up!" He snarled as he shoved his foot into her ribs. The body on the floor moaned and shifted before raising its head to look at him. "Here's what you're gonna do if you want to get out of here alive. Call your partner and demand that he release Gabriella. Tell him I'm willing to trade." He tossed a phone at her. It barely missed her nose as it fell to the floor. "And put it on speakerphone, I want to hear his guilt for losing you."
Fucking sadist. Alex thought as she unwound an arm from her abdomen to grab the phone.
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Berak's head shot up at sound coming from Bobby. He had barely moved in the past hour, let alone talked. But it was his words and his expression that got her moving. She ran over to where he was sitting stunned and grabbed the phone from his hands. Running into the next room, she attached the phone to a tracker and put it on speakerphone before Bobby had the chance to react and run after her.
"Eames! Eames I'm sorry! You were there and then…then you were-were gone!"
"Bobby, shut up." Bobby stopped, stunned that his partner had just told him to shut up. She went on, her voice sounding weaker than he had ever heard. "I've been kidnapped and he wants to trade—me for Gabriella."
Berak shook her head before Bobby could say anything. It was against policy, you never just released an attempted murderer back on the streets. Bobby was at a loss for words, he desperately wanted to see his partner again, but he knew Berak was right. He stood in front of the phone for several moments, the beginnings of words coming from his mouth but never terminating into a coherent thought.
"Bobby, I'm sorry…Bobby? Say something!"
"I…I want you back."
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"I know, Bobby." During the entire conversation Alex was only half paying attention to the exchange of words. The other half of her mind was more concerned with Diego who had squatted next to her in order to both hear the full conversation and persuade her to say what he wanted Bobby to know.
There were several more moments of silence before Diego prompted her again. "Ask him what he's going to do." He whispered.
"Bobby?"
"Yeah?"
"What are you going to do about Gabriella?" God Alex wanted to smack Diego. She knew there was no way in hell Gabriella was getting out anytime soon, not even to save her life. And yet, here she was, having to ask like a young girl thinking she could get away with the impossible. Instead, she just glared at him, still unable to gather the strength to do such a physical feat.
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This time Berak was still. Alex needed hope, but it felt wrong to lie to her. Especially when she knew full well the answer.
More silence. No one knew what to say though all four of them knew what needed to be said.
Berak looked back at the screen. "We've got a location!" She said as she jumped from her chair and ran to get Logan.
Bobby, having forgotten that she was in the room, looked up.
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"We've got a location!"
"Shit! He has one of those trackers?" Alex, though hiding it from her current company, was amused. They knew where she was and probably weren't spending any time to come get her. "Fuck!"
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"You were listening in the whole time? What do you think you're doing? Why did you take her? She's not a good that can be bartered with!" Bobby continued yelling at the phone, hoping that whatever man had just been listening to their conversation was still listening in.
He paused long enough to hear words and then a thud. Another few moments brought the sound of a dial tone. The connection had died.
"Alex!"
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"Goddamn. This fucks everything up." Now she was scared again. Seeing Marcos crazy was one thing but after seeing him get killed by his brother, Alex wasn't going to put anything passed the mad man before her. "I can't keep you." He said, eyes glaring at her with a hatred she had never seen making her fear for her life. He swung around, purposely letting his foot swing into the side of her head. Then he picked up the phone, closed it and walked out of the room leaving the unconscious woman on the floor next to the dead body of his brother.