Here is chapter three. I'm so sorry it toos so long, but I have been really busy with student council and stuff.

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Charlie continued to skirm, trying to manuver his hands out of the handcuffs. They were tight and his efforts were in vain. He could feel the blood starting to trickle slowly down his forearms and he stilled his body for a moment upon hearing a noise from outside.

He heard the door open and two sets of footsteps enter the room.

"Charlie, you've been misbehaving," his captor told him in anger when he saw the marks on his wrists, evidence he was struggling. He grabbed Charlies arm and jerked it forward. Charlie winced as the cuffs dug into his wrist again. He braced himself for the blow he knew was coming. He had angered an unstable man and knew he would be punished for it.

The blow landed square in the stomach, knocking the breath out of him. Charlie wheezed through the gag for a couple seconds before regaining what composure he had left.

"Now that that's over and down with," Charlie could tell his kidnapper was smiling, "one of my 'friends' has come to see my merchandise," he laughed at him, "a personal viewing, if you may."

"Mfffffffffffph!" Charlie really didn't like the sound of that. He felt the other man brush his hair out of his face. Most likely to get a better look at him.

"Hmmm... you said he was smart?" The other voice asked.

"Mathimatical genius," his captor informed the other man.

"Eh, that doesn't really matter, but it could come in handy," the other man said and Charlie realised it was one of the people who had 'other purposes' in mind.

Charlie shivered and both men noticed, "Cold?" His captor asked.

Charlie shook his head, that was not the reason he shivered, "Mfffph." Charlie tried to say something.

"Take it off, just for a minute," the other man said.

Charlie felt the gag be pulled down and he pleaded, "Let me go, please!"

"Can't do that, sorry. I wouldn't profit at all that way," his captor laughed.

"Ummm... I need to go to the bathroom," Charlie said quietly, realising that pleading wouldn't help matters.

"Well isn't that just too bad," his kidnapper said cruelly.

"Lexo, I don't want him messy and I don't think anyone else will either," the second man said to Charlie's relief.

"Fine," Lexo relented and started to uncuff Charlie's hands.

Charlie felt a strong pair of hands take hold of his wrists as Lexo uncuffed his ankles. He was pulled to his feet and dragged forward. He heard a door open and he was shoved into a room and the door slammed behind him.

He tore off his blindfold and looked around the bathroom. It was a small, square room, bare, except for a toilet, a sink and a window. He examined the window to find it nailed shut. The kidnapping was obviously planned out carefully.

Realising he probably wouldn't have many chances, he releived himself and washed his hands. Charlie winced when the water hit his bloody wrists. He finished up and opened the door, dreading being chained to the cot again.

Charlie was slightly surprised when no one tried to grab him. Looking around the room, he found that it didn't matter. The only way out was the door and either Lexo or his friend was standing in front of it. Resigned, he walked slowly toward the cot and sat down.

"All done?" the man at the door asked, he realised it was Lexo. The tone of voice, dark humor, was all too familiar.

"Yeah," Charlie muttered.

The other man or buyer came to stand next to the cot, "Stand up!" He ordered.

Charlie looked up and hesitated, so the man grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to his feet. Charlie's hands automatically went to his head without thinking. A fist slammed into his chin, nearly knocking him over, but the buyer kept his hair in a vicegrip. Charlie struggled to get his feet under him to relieve some of the stress on his scalp.

Standing as tall as he could, Charlie felt his eyes begin to water because of the stinging pain in his head and chin. The hand let go of his hair and he rocked back on his heels to keep from falling.

Charlie stood still as the buyer looked over him scrutinizingly. The eyes bore into him, making him feel quite uncomfortable, but in a situation like this, there really wasn't any comfort at all. Two hands on his chest shoved him back into a sitting position on the cot. One hand stayed on his shoulder, holding him down. The other hand prodded around his face and chest, examining his condition and appearence.

"He'd be a good investment," the buyer commented, "I'll give you..."

"Lowest is 10 grand," Lexo interupted.

"10 grand it is then, if anyone bids higher let me know and I'll decide if I'll go higher then. Deal?" The buyer offered.

"Sounds good," Lexo agreed.

The hand on his shoulder removed itself and Charlie stayed silent as the men discussed him. They were serious, he was going to be sold! He was being treated as an item. 'Damn it Donnie, find me,' he pleaded silently.

"How much more time?" Charlie asked quietly.

"33 hours, Charlie. Impatient are you?" Lexo asked harshly.

"J-j-just curious," he stuttered.

"You know what curiousity did, don't know?" Lexo said darkly.

"It killed the cat," the buyer answered for him before leaving.

"No more questions, I understand," Charlie replied.

"No more talking at all," Lexo ordered, "unless you want to be stuck there gagged and blindfolded again."

Charlie nodded meekly as Lexo left the room, locking it behind him.

Silently, Charlie prayed the Don was on his way or close to it.

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Don paced back and forth in his workplace, waiting for CSU to get him the information he needed. The witness had gotten them nowhere. All the guy had seen was a car speeding away and he didn't know the lisence plate and he described it as black and small. Don checked his watch, he had it set on a countdown system, 30 hours. He knew he couldn't let Charlie get sold or whatever the kidnapper had planned for him.

"Special Agent Epps?" He heard the mail guy call out.

"I'm here," Don sighed as he signed for the small parcel. On the the package he noticed the words: RE: Charlie. Don stared at it blankly for a moment and yelled, "Terry! David!"

Breathless the two agents got up from their desks (where they were overviewing all of Don's investigations for possible suspects) and rushed over.

"What is it, Don?" David asked.

"I got a package, regarding Charlie," Don told them and slowly began to open the package in front of them.

"Don, careful, what if..." Terry trailed off.

"He wouldn't send me a bomb, he wants me to suffer," Don explained quietly.

They watched in silence as Don slid the contents out of the parcel. Out of it came a cassette and a small portable tape player.

Don pressed the on button on the cassette and Charlie's voice floated through the room, "Don, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault," he said and Don noticed his voice was strained and scared, "OW! Please don't!" They heard Charlie plead with his captor and then shortly after his voice came back on the tape.

"Don't try and find me, you won't be able to. Just know that it is your fault this is happening to me. Your fault that I will live the rest of my life in captivity and fear. Don make sure to tell our father that you took his youngest son from him and remember you're a horrible older brother," Don dropped the tape player in horror at what Charlie had said. Don knew that Charlie had been forced to say it, (his voice had stumbled over the words) but that didn't change the fact he was right.

The message wasn't over. A new voice came on the cassette, "Hello Donnie," he said cruelly. " Have fun. The rest of your life you'll have to live with this." The tape ended abruptly and Don looked at the tape where it lay on the table.

"We have to dust the tape for prints," Terry said quietly. Don nodded blankly and handed her the tape.

Quietly Terry walked away to get the item printed. David started to talk to Don, "Don... you have to help us. Standing there is not going to help Charlie," he told him gently.

Don snapped out of his horrified daze and nodded, "You're right, David. Thanks," Don answered.

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Will they find him or will he be sold. I dunno where this idea came from so don't get all mad. It's supposed to be major angst. If Don is too late who should he be 'sold' to? It's partially up to you. I will take anything you say into consideration, but in the end I might just choose as I see fit. Either way feel free to give any suggestions. No flames please!

R & R!