Summary: A ransom leads to a very long weekend for Walker and Alex
Disclaimer: I do not own them
A/N: First Walker fic be nice.
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Chapter 2
Walker wanted to burst through the door, wanted to run to Alex, but he knew that would get him caught, and then both would be dead. He drew out his gun and peered in a door that was ajar. Then, he made his way into the small open space, squeezing his slender frame through without making a sound, or so he thought.
"Alex," he said, taking her hand in his. He removed the rope binding her wrists to the headboard and kissed her on the brow. Immediately, he drew back. Alex was burning up with fever, and yet her lips were a strange tint of blue. Before he could pull her into an embrace, the world around him went black and he slumped onto the bed.
An hour later...
Walker tried to shake off the dizzy feeling in his head. He knew he was supposed to be somewhere, and it all came rushing back when a whimper from Alex was caught by his still ringing ears.
"Alex!" he yelled, making his head swim. Fighting back nausea, he eased up from the floor. Sitting down on the edge of the grungy bed, he wiped away her sweat-drenched bangs; her forehead scalding to the touch.
"What have they done to you?" he whispered; there was a snort behind him in response.
"Well , well, if it isn't the famous Ranger Walker. I hope your current condition suits you, for it will be the place you die in."
Walker was livid. "What have you done to her?"
"If you are referring to Ms. Cahill, I am simply returning a favor. See, you killed my wife, gunned her down like she was nothing. I ,on the other hand, am giving you a courtesy. You get to watch your girlfriend here die slowly. See, the poison in her body will slowly kill her... Oh, but of course I forgot to mention, she will suffer."
Walker lunged for his throat meaning to rip it out with his bare hands, but he came to an abrupt halt when he saw the barrel of the forty five staring back at him.
"Now, now, you wouldn't want to die now and miss her last words would you?"
Walker eased away and sat down on the edge of the bed, but he gave Roger a look of utter hatred that made the man shudder, even though he was the one holding the gun.
"Don't try anything funny or she dies much sooner, and you will go with her."
Walker slid over on the bed and watched as the lock closed. He did not miss hearing the three different locks clicking, nor did he miss glancing at the window that had bars on it. There was no way out of here, or at least no way he could think of yet. He pulled Alex close to him and laid her head on his lap.
Alex shuddered. Her head felt like lead, and the rest of her felt no better. She wished Walker were here, he would know what to do. Little did she know in her delusioned dreams that he held her in his arms.
Walker could see his own breath. He knew that outside it was barely above freezing. He and Trivette had talked only this morning about how it would dip below freezing tonight. Alex had not been wearing a heavy coat when she left this morning, but he didn't see it anywhere in the room.
Walker tried to pull Alex toward him, but the grimace on her face made him pull back. Carefully as he could, he raised the edge of her shirt, and what he saw sent uncontroled rage through him. Brusies littered her abdomen.
"There was no need for this, Culliver!" he screamed to the closed door.
Gently covering Alex with his own coat, Walker pulled her as close as he dared. She was suffering, and it was all his fault. He was the one who had killed Culliver's wife, not her. Grabbing her hand, he stared down at the engagement ring he had placed on her finger not two months ago. He kissed her hand softly, but something caught his eye.
When Walker looked at her fingernails he could see a pieces of flesh imbedded beneath the nails and that her index finger was bruised, probably from being jammed. He smiled, despite the situation, for it seemed Alex had not gone down without a fight.