She awoke to find herself in a rank closet with the slightest smell of mold. She couldn't see due to the darkness around her. Noticing the pain in her wrists and feet she wriggled herself loose from the ropes that bound her hands together then managed to untie the rope around her feet. Managing to find the door (which wasn't that hard since it was just a closet ) she walks away from the small closet rather quickly. When out of the cramped closet she notices she's in the ladies room. "what the hell" muttering to herself as she opens the bathroom door. Surprising herself as she did so by walking out into a bar with a few grungy looking men sitting on stools. Not knowing if her kidnappers would be back she rushed out the heavy metal door into the sunlight. Remembering to turn around to look at the place in case that was needed. "El perro loco" as she walks down the country road for a couple miles until she arrives at a small gas station. Rubbing her wrist where there was a large bruise from the ropes tied her together.

"Hola", A young woman said with a bright smile.

"Hola, um, do you speak English", she replied.

"little"

"Coffee and change", she asked holding a twenty dollar bill.

"Yes, yes", when she brings her coffee and change she downs the coffee not realizing how hungry she was and ordered another cup. After drinking that mug full she makes her way to the pay phone.

"Hello?", came a young mans voice through the end of the receiver.

"Hey," she said a little more shaky than she meant to.

"Veronica is that you?", he didn't even wait for an answer "Are you alright and where are you"

"hold on I'm…well I could be better and hold on,"

"scuse me where am I", she asked the lady behind the counter.

"Tijuana" She replied while giving a customer his change. She turned back to the phone.

"I'm in TJ", answering his last question.

"I'm coming to get you stay put,"

"ok I'm in a gas station called Fernando's gasolinera",

"I'll be there in a couple of hours,"

"k, bye,"

"bye" She sat down on the stool in front of the payphone with her back against the wall. Closing her eyes and nodding off to sleep. Feeling two firm but gentle hands on her arms she forced her eyes open and found herself looking into Weevil's dark brown eyes.

"Thank you Weevil", flew from her mouth before she bombarded him with a hug.

"A hug now I think we're movin' a little to fast," Weevil said with a silly grin on his face. "What happened to you," He was looking at her wrists which had accomplished turning a deeper shade of purple.

"I don't want to talk about right now take me home and then I'll tell you,"

"ok Chica," the ride home was long and exhausting to say the least. Trying not to fall asleep on his bike seemed like the hardest thing she has ever done. She didn't do a very good job either but she accomplished to stay firmly on the bike until she reached her apartment. Lifting her from the bike woke her again while he was trying to carry her up the stairs. She opened up her door with the spare key and let her and Weevil in. She settled herself on the couch and weevil on the chair across from her.

"Now, what happened," asked weevil once he sat himself in the chair.

"I was sitting in my car with Wallace eating McDonalds around 3' in the morning after finishing a stakeout. We were parked at the gas station on Linden street and when he ran in to get a bag of cheetos, I heard some bikes grow louder and then fell silent. That's all I remember after that everything went black.,"

"Wallace was the one that called me, saying that when he came back you were gone. You know blondie you had us all pretty worried about you. Five days and not so much as a call."

"Five days, soo that means its Friday. Right?"

"yeah so are you gonna be ok,"

"Give me awhile and I should be,"

"ok, now you really need your sleep; go to bed," She nodded and got up and went into her bedroom. Not even bothering to close her door, she crawled under her comforter and fell almost instantly asleep.