Hey guys, sorry about the wait, here's Chapter 5. I think I like this one a bit better, but I'd still love reviews/criticism and thanks for the reviews I've gotten so far.
Chapter 5
Stakeouts are possibly one of the most boring parts of my job, Monica thought, although it was more in reassurance than truth. Really, this particular stakeout scared Monica to the core. This situation was different because she knew the man they were dealing with and knew that he was smarter and craftier than the average criminal.
"Why are we here again?" she wondered aloud. "It seems to me that Alison wanted to end things with him and he freaked, so he kidnapped her. But obviously he wouldn't be hiding her in his apartment, right?"
"But if he comes out, we can follow him and hope he's going to wherever he is keeping her," Scully reasoned.
"The only thing that worries me about that is that he knows every FBI trick in the book and may catch us trying to catch him, if you know what I mean," Monica sighed. This case had brought up difficult feelings and she felt exhausted under their weight. John slipped his arm around her shoulder and she smiled warmly at him.
"Look Mon, however we do it, we gotta get the bastard," he said quietly.
"You just don't know him like I do," Monica muttered.
Five hours and three cups of coffee later, they spotted Brad emerging from his building as the sun started to rise. They began to slowly follow him as he whipped around corners, John becoming increasingly frustrated.
"I think he knows it's us," he complained. "I told ya these disguises weren't good enough, now he's trying to lose us and the sun's coming up and blowing our cover."
"Just hang back a bit, but don't lose him," Dana added, realizing the difficulty of executing her command. By the time she finished speaking, she realized it was too late. Brad had driven them to a dead end and whipped back around past them at a frightfully fast pace. If he hadn't realized who they were before, he probably knew now.
"Dammit!" John yelled once Brad was no longer visible in his rearview mirror. "You don't think he knows it's us does he?
"Maybe he just thinks it's some DC cops trying to get him," Monica replied, trying to be optimistic. "But he knows we're involved in the case of Alison's disappearance, right?"
They all knew the answer and didn't even want to think about what was going to happen to them at work that day. Would they be fired? Split up and the X-Files closed down? One thing was for sure, Brad would make sure the case stayed clear of him, which angered Monica the most.
"I just can't believe he's going to get away with this," Monica was on the verge of tears. "In fact, he'll probably be rewarded as the one who finally got rid of the X-Files."
John wrapped her in his comforting embrace. "Come on Mon, it'll be okay, you have to keep believing it'll be okay. You still have that letter don't you? That's irrefutable proof."
"We've had that before and look how much good it's done Mulder and me," Dana sighed as John shot her a look of helplessness.
"Mon, I can tell you're just really overwhelmed with this case and you've been up all night – you just need some rest and then you'll be okay," John tried to comfort her. "Why don't I drop you off at home and you can catch up on your sleep today?"
"But, what about you guys facing Brad?" Monica asked. But the offer was too good to refuse. She could barely keep her eyes open as it was.
"How about I'll call you after work, tell you what happened, and we can figure out what to do from there?" John offered.
Monica accepted as John pulled up to her building. "Thanks you guys, and good luck," she said while getting out of the car. John watched her go inside and then pulled away. He was restless – this was one of the few times he had been truly worried about Monica. Usually she was such a strong woman, but this was just conquering her heart and soul, making her powerless. He wanted to tell her he'd be there for her, but he just didn't know how.
Monica got upstairs and collapsed on her bed without even stopping to take off her jacket. Jane was at a friend's house for the entire day, so she could really catch up on her sleep. Despite her racing mind, she was exhausted, and the second she sunk her head down in the pillows, she was plunged into a deep sleep.
When she woke up 10 hours later she was tied to her bed, her mouth was covered with duct tape and she had a gun shoved in her face.
