Summary: A ransom leads to a very long weekend for Walker and Alex
Disclaimer: I do not own them
A/N: First attempt at a Walker fic, be nice
Chapter 1
Cordell Walker kissed his finance good-bye, then departed for work. They had plans later in the day to go riding and then simply sit back and enjoy a peaceful day away from work, but first Walker needed to take some paperwork to Trivette. The whole way to there his mind kept straying to the dinner he would be sharing later, then the wine by the fire, and the heat began to rise inside him as he thought of holding Alex close to him.
It did not take long to find Trivette when he wasn't at headquarters. When Walker walked into CD's, he saw his partner doing what he did best: eating. As he approached the bar, his eyes opened wide at the supposed meal. There before Trivette had to be the biggest sandwich Walker had ever seen.
"Just how are you planning on eating that thing?" he asked, but the sandwich flew from Trivette's hands, half of it landing on CD.
"Walker! Stop sneaking up on me. I hate it when you do that."
"Now, Jimmy, it's not Cordell's fault your mind was busy trying to strip my refrigerator bare."
Trivette was about to say something in retort when the phone rang. CD went over to answer it; when he turned a ghostly white, both men stopped their bickering.
"CD," Walker asked as CD hung up the phone.
CD found himself without the use of his legs and was glad when Trivette caught him before he hit the floor.
"CD! what is it? Who was on the phone?" Walker asked. It worried him seeing his former partner this way.
CD raised his hands, bringing Walker close to him. "They have Alex and said if you do not meet them at the warehouse on the corner of Dryer and Vine in one hour, she is dead."
Walker jumped up to head out the door, but CD held firmly to his arm.
"Cordell, they said come alone or she would die."
"Is there anything else they said, CD?"
When Walker saw CD pale even further, he knew there was more he was not saying.
"CD, what else is there?" Walker started to panic; he had never seen CD in this manner.
CD choked back the lump in his throat, "Cordell, I have never heard such godawful screaming in all my life."
That was all Walker needed to hear; he was out the door and in his truck, pedal to the floor. He had to get to Alex, he had to help her, and hell would not be punishment enough for the ones who had dared to hurt her.
Walker drove past Lee Street and slowed the Dodge Ram as he got near Vine. He would not walk into a trap, not if he could help it. Shutting the door as quietly as possible, he snuck along the side of the abandoned warehouse, until he heard loud voices from within.
"You think I care if she might die? All I care about, Chuck, is Cordell Walker paying for what he did to my family. My wife died in that bank robbery, and if his girlfriend dies, then we will call it payback."
Walker instantly found his senses heightened. Trivette would call it his cherokee thing, but Walker knew it was because he and Alex shared a bond, one that told him now that she was hurt. He silently made his way around to a small window and peered in, and his suspsions were suddenly far too real.
Alex lay on a ragged bed. Her arms were tied to the headboard, dried blood on the corners of her mouth. All of this is not what worried Walker the most, it was the fact that Alex was drenched in sweat and it was in the middle of December.
Cordell eased himself away from the window. He was going to find a way in; he had to get to Alex, and any who got in his way, would regret it.