DISCLAIMOR: I don't own any of the characters in this story but Callie Taylor.. The rest I'm just trying to have some fun with... This is my first story so please bear with me...

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Chapter Two

When she awoke for the second time she knew she hadn't been dreaming the events of the night before. Fear flooded her mind anew when she found she couldn't move. It didn't take her long to find out why. She was laying on a long leather chair, something reminding her of a dentist chair with her arms tied down at the wrist to arm rests and there was another band across her chest. Both her ankles were also strapped down, effectively leaving her at the mercy of the man who had attacked her in her apartment.

"Are you ready now to answer my questions?"

She lifted her eyes and saw him for the first time. He was lounging in a chair in front of her. His long legs were stretched out in front of him, strong powerful looking arms crossed over a massive chest, but it was his face and eyes that caught her attention. Had she been walking down a street, or in a restaurant and seen him.. she most defiantly would have given him a second or even a third look. He was just that good looking... but she also sensed in him a very dangerous side. He was dressed all in black from head to foot, even his hair and eyes were dark in color.

When the silence in the room finally became to much for her she asked, "Where am I?" her words came out slightly slurred. She sounded as well as felt lightly drunk. Must be what ever her had given her to knock her out.

He didn't say anything, just sat there watching her. It was unnerving. She wanted to scream. Wanted to hit him and might have tried if she could have gotten her hands free. Then she had second thoughts.. Hitting him might not have been a good idea... Something told her he just might be the type to hit back.

Slowly she became aware of her surroundings. Looking around at the room, suddenly seemed like a better idea then having a stare down contest with the silent hunk of danger seated across the small room form her. The room she was in was maybe 10 x 16 feet wide with walls made out of cinder blocks painted an ugly beige color. The only pieces of furniture in the room were the chair she was tied too that resembled a dentist chair, and the straight back chair the man seated in.

"You got ripped off by your interior designer if this was all they came up with," she quipped dryly, just to hear the sound of her own voice. "No imagination. Lousy color choice. What were they trying for... early American drab?"

Still he said nothing, just stared at her. She could detect no emotion in his face. Stone face.. that's what he reminded her of. A dark cocoa colored stone like she had used as the center piece in her garden. She wondered how long he was going to just sit there and stare at her. Waiting was never something she was good at. She just didn't know how to make herself act like a stone. She was more like one of those birds who flitted around squawking out a sound every two seconds. Which was about how long she could keep quiet when she was awake.

Hell for all she knew she even talked in her sleep!

"Why are you doing this to me? I told you I don't know where Drew is... Hate him anyway." She cried when she couldn't stand the silence any longer. "Damn it! Why won't you believe that I don't know where he is!"

"I might have believed you if we didn't have the proof of the e-mails and records of your visits to you brother in prison," he said in that same dangerously soft tone of voice he had used when he had her pinned to the bed in her apartment.

She looked confused now. The man wasn't making any sense. "I do..don't know what you're talking about. I never went to see him once. Much less e-mailed him. The man tried to kill me for Christ sakes. He DID kill my parents. Does that sound like the kind of brother someone would go have a family reunion with?"

He gave her a full on smiled that seemed to say 'yeah right tell me another one. At the same time shaking his head slightly as if disappointed again with her answer.

"Maybe he was coming to see you so you two could split the insurance money you received from your parent's policy," he quipped without humor. "I hear you made out very well. Enough so you quit your job and buy a new house under a new name."

"The new name was so I could hide from Drew and his friends. The new house was so they didn't know where I lived. I'd have been a real idiot to stay in the same house I was in when Drew took a big knife to me six times... Don't you think?" she rolled her eyes as if explaining things to an idiot for the tenth time.

He went silent again. Stone face was back. This time she bit the inside of her lip to keep her mouth from opening and saying something she might regret. She's already tried the truth and that didn't seem to work. Being sarcastic probably wouldn't go over every well.

"I tried to be nice.." he told her, and for the first time she thought she could detect a bit of frustration in his tone.

'Score one for me,' she thought, then took it back a second later when he spoke again. His words reminded her this wasn't some game, and they weren't keeping score.

"I told you back at your place if you didn't tell me what I wanted to know, then I couldn't play Nice with you any longer," he drawled in a tone that reminded her of her father the time he asked her if she had broken the plate glass in the back of the house. She had lied and blamed it on Drew. Drew had gotten punished for it and after wards she had felt so guilty she had confessed to her father. "I know," he had told her... and she had felt two inches tall at the time.. He had let her know he was disappointed in her... and then made her do all Drew's chores for a month.

"I don't have any more time to waste playing games with you, since being Nice didn't work... We go to plan B." he told her.

"Wha..what.. is Plan B?" she dared to ask, hoping it didn't involve pain. She was such a wimp when it came to painful things.

"Bobby!" the man turned his head towards the door and called out a name. The sharp loud sound making her jump in fright before he stood slowly and moved to the side of the chair she was bound too.

The door to the room opened and man entered carrying a tray in one hand and pushing a rolling table in front of him with the other. He spared the girl a slow once over then turned back to the first man.

At first she felt hope invade her heart at the sight of him. But hope faded like a three day old balloon with a pin size hole. The girl felt her anger rise as she recognized the man who entered the room. Hell she should since she'd been dating him for the last two months! The man had been sharing her bed for over half that time and she actually thought she was in love with him! How stupid was that! Nothing deflated a girls ego more then finding out she'd been played for a fool.

"Let me guess..." there was ice dripping from her words as she addressed him. "You drew the short straw and had to sleep with me to find out if I was in league with my brother and helped him kill our parents! Bet you had a lot of interesting things to tell your boss here when you reported in... so tell me you son of a bitch... how much did you get paid to screw me?"

Of course he didn't give her an answer. Instead he turned to his boss... Callie suppose that was who the first man was... and went to work on the objects he'd brought in on the tray.

"Need help giving it to her?" her kidnapper said as he came around to look at the things Bobby had brought in.

Instead of answering, Bobby cast him a look that seem to say -get real-.

"This syringe is filled with the right amount of the drug for her size and weigh, and there's a second one already if it's needed..." the man's lips curved into a half smile as he looked from his boss to the girl again. "I'll just give it to her and then you can question her."

Callie looked on in terror as the man who's last name she had doodled after her own name all over her note pad during a staff meeting, turned and came towards her with a length of rubber hosing in his hand. When he reached for her arm, she was powerless to stop him from tying semi tightly just above her elbow. When the vein in her arm popped up a bit, he reached for the syringe and inserted the small needle into the vein before depressing the plunger at the other end.

"What is that?" she cried, unable to believe this was happening to her, and she could do nothing to stop it. "What are you injecting into me?"

"Give it about two minutes to start working, then you can begin to question her," Bobby told the other man.

"HELLO! I asked a question here!" she raised her voice when no one paid any attention to her.

"It's a truth drug," the first man told her. "I need information and since you wouldn't give it to me on your owe... In a few minutes the drug will help make you feel happy enough to give it to me."

""Oh gee... Are you going to be disappointed," she muttered as the drug began to move through her blood stream making her feel like she was floating on a soft cuddly cloud. "Just make sure I'm home before midnight... Dad hates it when I'm past my curfew 'kay?"

She didn't know how much time had past before she heard him speak again. It could have been minutes, hours or even days. she didn't care.. She just wished he would shut up and let her sleep.

"You need to tell me what you know about your brother and where he might be hiding out since he escaped from prison," the voice buzzing in her ear told her.

"Why should I tell you... Who are you.." she muttered. She felt like an idiot. All of her words were coming out sounding as if she'd spent the night chugging down quarter shots at a frat party... Those were memories she didn't ever want to relive. It still amazed her that she was able to graduate in four years with a descent Degree.

"It doesn't matter who I am.." he told her. "I'm going to ask you some questions and you're going to answer them for me like a good little girl."

"Nope.." she shook her head from side to side. "My daddy always told me not to talk to strangers. If I don't know who you are... then you're a stranger and I'm not gonna talk to you no more. So there!"

"I thought you said this stuff would make her sign like a canary," the man turned towards Bobby who shrugged his wide shoulders.

"It always has before," the other man said. "Just give hera nameto call you and make friends with her... I've never known a woman who you couldn't charm."

He shot his man a dirty look, but would try anything that might help. He had to find out where Drew Taylor was, so he could keep someone close to him from getting killed.

"You can call me.. Ranger.." the sexy voice said with a slight trace of amusement in the tone.

To be Continued...