The Rock
By: RoxyRoo
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: He was known as being rock hard with his emotions. No one was ever able to get through. But what happens when the one who did get through was the girl he was hired to kidnap? Trory AU.
Please note that this is an AU. Tristan never went to Chilton, so they do not know each other. He is around 20, where as Rory 17 years old and a senior in high school.
AN (12/27/05): I've just revised this chapter. A couple things have been changed, so I suggest you read it again so things later in the story will make more sense.
-
Chapter One
"Alright, we'll get right on it," Zane said, as a twisted smile came upon his face. He jotted down the information that the caller gave him, before hanging up.
"So?" Tristan asked lazily, from where he was lounging on the old worn out couch.
"We got a new job," Zane smirked, waving the piece of paper containing all the information. He jumped over the back of the couch, to join Tristan on it, plopping his feet up on the coffee table. This action caused several beer bottles and cans to topple over.
"Well?" Tristan prodded, as he put out what was left of his cigarette in the ash tray. "You going to say what it is or not?"
"The boss wants us to watch a little girl for him."
Tristan raised his eyebrow. "That's all?"
"No, that's not all," Zane said sarcastically. "We're to keep an eye on her for a week, see how her routine is. Then at the opatine moment, snatch her. Murphy then wants us to hold onto her here while he takes care of a debt."
Tristan nodded his head, sitting back on the couch. "Doesn't sound that bad. Whose the girl?"
Zane looked down at his paper that held the information. "Lorelai Leigh Gilmore-Hayden, goes by Rory. Daughter of Christopher Hayden, who owes Murphy quite the sum of money."
Tristan just nodded his head. He was a little unsure about mixing up a little girl in this. Normally the top boss had them doing a little breaking and entering, holding up stores, even occasionally putting the hit out for a man. But kidnapping a little girl? That was a first. And he was not sure if he liked it or not.
"Murphy has someone hacking into her school files to get her school schedule, and school picture," Zane explained.
"So once we snatch her, we just sit back and baby-sit her?"
"Yup, easy money."
"Right," Tristan agreed, however he knew nothing was never that easy.
-
"So on Tuesday she stays late for her school newspaper," Zane said, as he leafed through the papers from the hack into the school's files. "Meaning she has to wait out there all alone for a half hour before her bus comes."
"Perfect time to snatch her," Tristan smirked, as they sat in their van, watching the school. It was a large black van, that had no windows, and was in drier need of a washing, however it served it's purpose for their line of work.
Tristan sat back in the passenger's seat watching as kids filed out of the school at the end of the day. When they received the information on the girl, he was a little surprise by her age. Seventeen years old. He thought it was going to be a little girl that they would be taking. He started having his doubts about how easy this would be after finding this out, however kept them to himself. Doubts can get you shot.
He sat up in his seat as one of the kids in particular caught his eye. A girl with coffee brown hair, and the bluest eyes that he had ever seen. She was reading a book while she walked towards the bus stop, never once looking up from it. She looked as if she was in her own little world.
"There she is," Zane said, sitting up in his seat, rubbing his hands together. "She's a bookworm, she should be quiet enough. That'll make this job easy."
"Looks like we got ourselves a Mary," Tristan muttered to himself, as a smirk played on his lips.
-
Rory sighed the next week as she gathered her stuff after the meeting for the school newspaper. She stuffed all her stuff into her backpack, before leaving the room to go catch her bus. She had a weird feeling all day, like something was going to happen today. All she wanted was to get home. She rushed out of the school, towards her bus stop.
At the end of the street she noticed a black van sitting there. It gave her a chill. There was just something about it. She had noticed it sitting there for at least a week now.
Trying to shake the feeling of the goose bumps on her arms away, Rory sat on the bus stop's bench, reaching into her bag for her book. She had just taken her book mark out when she felt something or someone grab her from behind, putting a cloth over her mouth before she could scream. She struggled against whoever it was, however blackness quickly took over.
-
-
AN: Hope you guys like it :). Just an idea that's been in my head for awhile. My chapters for this are probably going to be short, however that means that I can update more often. I will probably update about every other day. So now go and review and let me know what you think!