Finally, A long chapter. I know, I know, you're going to say: BeJo, what took you so long, and where in the name of Strawberries is the next chapter of 'A Very Elven Christmas'? Answer: Um, I was lazy, and I'm trying to make AVEC Chapter 3 as good as I possibly can.

Disclaimer: Not Mine. Though, if they ahve an extra's call in NT2, you can bet that I'll be BEGGING my mom to let me go. Visions of eternal servitude flash through my head...

Well, anyway, please enjoy.

The whole thing came out at the apartment Ian used in New York City. That is, a whole bunch of baloney that a groundhog wouldn't believe.

"Ian," Kassidy started, only a foot away, "This is me, this is Kassidy. Don't lie to me. Not right now. What happened to Ben and Riley!" She said, starting out in a soft voice, and growing to a firm, lie-to-me-and-you-will-die tone.

What she got was the truth that left her screaming her lungs out at Ian and his cronies. Finally they told her that they were going to steal the Declaration of Independence. That was the last straw. She hemmed, hawed, screamed, shouted, yelled and other methods, but all she got for her efforts was a sore throat. Finally they were ready to go out for dinner.

Kassidy refused; in fact she refused to eat barely at all for the whole time she was with them.

Finally, it was time to go. Ian couldn't afford leaving the nearly insane Kassidy to call and notify the police, so they dragged her along. Needless to say, she wasn't all too happy about it.

Once they reached their destination, Kassidy stomped toward the back of the catering van. Ian turned, rather shocked to see her so mad.

"IAN!" She nearly shrieked. She stomped up behind him. Kassidy could nearly feel the catering van shake. Ian turned around, smiling.

"Ah, Kassidy, I see you are quite recovered from your speechlessness." She felt tempted to knock that perfect smile out of his head.

"Ian, you can't do this." She said, pushing back the anger.

"Oh? And why not?" He asked. She saw red, but shook it off. She held up a fist. Then her index finger popped up.

"Number one: Because it's illegal. I don't know if that will bother you, but it bothers me. Number two: Because of you get caught, you will spend the rest of your years in PRISON. Number Three-"

Kassidy never finished. In an instant, she was swooped down on by Ian, his lips meeting hers. She tried to draw back, surprised and mildly disgusted, but then she felt the pain in her back, the unmistakable feeling of a hypodermic needle sliding into her flesh. In her weakened and unfed state, it would only take about five minutes to knock her out until the next day. Then he let her go.

She staggered back, and then threw a mind-blowing punch at Ian's face. It connected with a thud. He pushed her back, shook his head a little, and then turned to Victor.

"The tranquilizer will take effect in five minutes. Watch her closely; make sure she doesn't hurt herself." He said, and then they went down the drain. As soon as they were gone, Kassidy whipped around to face Victor, ignoring the sudden pressure on her mind. It was the pressure of tiredness. She picked up a six foot pipe that was lying on the floor. She twirled it around her hands, trying to remember all her experience in the color guard.

Victor looked at her suspiciously. "How did you do that?"

She smiled viciously. "I was in the color guard for my high school for four years. You pick up a few things."

He glanced at the pipe in her hands. Then he drew his .22 Colt and silencer. She looked at it, pushing the drug back in her mind. Then she moved. Twisting herself and the pole around, she hit the gun our of his hands with staggering force, so fast that he didn't have time to follow her, or just barely. Then she hit him in the stomach and on the back of his neck as he doubled over. She wanted to hit him again, but she didn't feel that it was necessary to bruise him any more.

One problem. Action causes your heart to pump faster. She looked at her watch. It had been two minutes. Less than three minutes until she would be unconscious. She opened the back of the catering truck, jumping out. She looked around and saw a red van. Funny, it looked like Riley's.

It was Riley's and that meant…. That they were alive! Her heart exploded with butterflies at the thought. Well, the drug may have helped, but the point was she started running towards it. Soon she was across the street. Something bad was happening. Why wasn't she slowing down?

Crunch. OW. Kassidy, now inexplicably incapable of controlling her appendages, had run full tilt into the side of the car.

Inside the car

"Ben?" Riley asked. He glanced nervously at the side of the car where something had bumped into it.

"What Riley?" Ben sighed. Ben was in the bathroom, getting Abigail Chase's fingerprints.

"Something just ran into the side of the car."

"What!"

"Something just-"

"I heard you, I heard you. Wait. Riley, open the side door."

"What?"

"Open the side door." Fumbling around, he opened the side door. Then a bang came around the side of the car. He looked toward the back of the car and saw Kassidy on the sidewalk, face down, struggling to get up.

"Riley, what was that bang?" Ben asked.

"Kassidy." Riley replied, hopping out of the van, and trying to lift the delirious blonde off the pavement. She wasn't helping by turning about.

"Kassidy? I know Kassidy is less than graceful sometimes, that sounded like a rhino fought with a brick wall and lost!" Ben protested.

"Well," Riley strained, "I think Ian must have plugged her with something, because she's stopped moving now."

"Is she breathing?"

Riley checked, "Yeah. I think it must have been a tranquilizer, because she doesn't look like she was affected by either of those crashes at all!"

"Ian plugged her with a tranquilizer?"

"I can't be sure, but it seems that way. Either that, or she's drunk."

"Riley, Kassidy doesn't drink."

Riley rolled his eyes. Now wasn't the time. Then Ben changed the subject. "It's working."

Riley's eyes widened. "Unbelievable."

She couldn't feel anything. Nothing. Kassidy couldn't see anything either. Her eyes were closed. But Kassidy wasn't unconscious. Was she? What ever state she was in, it wasn't good. She floated around, her arms and legs almost non-existent. Then someone shouted. The floor rumbled.

But the last thing Kassidy remembered was landing on the pavement by Riley's car. How-? Ah. She was in Riley's car now. Riley must have buffed up a little, seeing how last time he tried to pick her up, he dropped her into a fountain.

Aw well, what was the use? She was tired. Slowly, she relaxed and fell back into oblivion.

Well, what of it? Should I (cause I wrote this part)be banned from Tie me to a stake and burn me?

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