Title: You're Never Alone 3?
Rating: PG13
Summary: Bosco and Faith lost touch with each other after the precient fire and he moves away, but when Faith gets abducted, will he be able to find her?
Greg walked into the police station, and he was happy to see that the front lobby was bustling with activity…at least he could get in unnoticed. Starting up the small staircase, he came to a stop outside Faith's office. After taking a quick look up and down the hallway, he pushed the door open and slipped inside…the lights were off. Pulling a penlight from his back pocket, he switched it on…focusing the beam of light on Faith's desk. A manila folder became visible in the darkness and he grabbed it from the desk, before turning his around to view the name on the front. Seeing that it was his file, he slipped it underneath his jacket, and switched the penlight off. As quickly as he entered, he left the office, making his way back down the steps and outside.
Faith slowly opened her eyes, feeling slightly dizzy. She saw that she hadn't dreamt everything that had happened…she was still there. A dull pain shot through her right cheek, and she raised her hand to it. That's where Greg had hit her the night before, and it still hurt. Even though her body was screaming at her to go back to sleep, she knew she couldn't…she needed to find a way out.
She stood up, and the dizziness returned. "You can do this, Faith. You have to," she told herself. She took a deep breath. I can't let him win; she thought to herself, as she walked towards the door. As she turned to doorknob feebly, she realized that the door was locked. Cursing lightly under her breath, she started looking around the room for anything that could force the door open. Not seeing anything right away, she started searching through drawers and cabinets. Pulling open the middle drawer of the desk, her eyes widened at what sat inside…a cell phone.
Oh yeah, this guys a regular Einstein. She thought to herself. She gently pushed the on button, hearing the happy little greeting that came from it.
"You're not a good cop are you, Faith?" Greg said, as he came behind her and pulled the cloth over her mouth. She struggled and yelled, but a few seconds later, they become less and less.
He grabbed her, and placed her on to the bed. "You had to misbehave, didn't you?" He then touched her face. "When will you learn, you can't bet me?"
As Lieu was driving, Bosco was looking out of the window, thinking of all the memories with Faith that he'd locked away over the last couple years. Even though they'd lost touch, he always found himself sitting and wondering what Faith was doing, how she was doing, and whether or not she was happy. Now, he finds out that she wasn't happy and that her life was a mess.
If only I could have been there for her. Well, he was going to be there for her now, he was going to find her…then he'd never let her out of his sight again.
"I uh, called Davis and Sully before I left…they're waiting for us at Faith's office." Lieu said quietly, making a right turn at a light. "Michaels and Wiggs wanna start there…they think maybe the suspect is someone she's arrested or-"
"Someone she's arrested?"
"I heard that she has been investigating a serial killer for the past few weeks."
Bosco swallowed, and panic shot through him. "Your telling me…that Faith may have been taken by a serial killer?"
"Bosco, we don't know yet…just, don't panic until we have something to go on, ok?"
But that was exactly what Bosco was thinking…for all they knew; Faith could be lying somewhere dead at that exact moment. He tried to push the image from his mind, but couldn't…he just prayed to God that he was wrong.
He opened the door, and picked Faith up, and put her over his shoulder. "You upset me, Faith, I thought today was going to be better."
"No…. don't." Faith mumbled.
"Shhh… Faith." He said, as he walked out of the bedroom. "Everything will be fine if you just listen to me."
Carefully opening the door that led to the basement, he flipped on the small light and started down the darkened stairs. Stepping down off the last step, he was faced with a dimly lit room. Over in the far corner, a cast-iron bed sat. Making his way over to the bed, he gently layed Faith down. After checking that she was still asleep, he made his way over to the desk on the other side of the room.
Opening the top drawer, he pulled out a bundle of ropes.
He started back towards Faith and gently grabbed her hands. Taking one of the strands of rope, he tied it around her wrist before tying it off on the headboard of the bed. He did the same thing with her other hand. Moving down the bed to her legs, he did the same thing, securing the rope to the footboard.
"If only you'd learn to listen to me Faith...I wouldn't have to do this." he said, as he kissed her forehead.
"I'll be back later," he said, as he walked away from her, and he went up the stairs.
Sully, Sasha and Ty were waiting in the precinct for Bosco and Lieu to show up. "This is not how I wanted us to reunite." Ty mumbled, shaking his head.
Sully nodded. "When I got your message, I almost threw up. When I heard your voice, I was in no way expecting what you told me…thank God Lynn was there to bring be back."
"Did she stay in town?" Ty asked.
Sully nodded. "Yes, she wanted to be there for me,"
Ty smiled. "That's good,"
"You needed someone there with you, Sully; I'm glad that Lynn was there." Sasha replied. "Even though we haven't worked with Faith in a long time…she's still part of the family."
Bosco, Michaels, Wiggs and Lieu approached them from the steps. Sully had never seen Bosco looking so sullen, so helpless. Wanting to comfort his old friend, he pulled the younger man into a friendly hug, patting his back…and for the first time, Bosco didn't say anything about it.
"It's going to be okay, we'll are going to find her, I know it."
Bosco broke the embrace and nodded, before Davis hugged him as well. "This isn't how I wanted us to reunite, Bosco."
Bosco nodded against Davis' shoulder and once again broke the embrace. "Thanks for being here, you guys."
Michaels looked at everybody. "I can't have you working on this case, it's too dangerous."
Lieu looked at Michaels. "You need as many people you can looking out for her right?"
Michaels sighed, then nodded. "That's true. But what I say goes." Micheals said, as he and Wiggs walked away towards Faith's office, with everyone falling into step behind them.
As Faith woke up, she tried to move her hands and legs, but she couldn't. She then realized that they were tied up; she looked over the room, and saw that she was somewhere different.
Why did he take me somewhere different, unless he is going to kill me now, she thought to herself.
Greg looked at the fear in her eyes. "I'm not going to kill you, but I had to teach you a lesson. I didn't want to do this, but you left me no choice."
" Someone is going to find me."
Greg caressed her face. "How many times do I need to tell you nobody is going to save you?"
"Yes they will."
He shakes his head. "It's so sad that you think that someone cares about you…you have nobody."
Single tears fell down her cheek.
"Shh… Faith, don't cry." He said, as he ran his index finger down the side of her face.
"Don't touch me." She snarled, trying to move away from him.
He looked at her in frustration. "Why do you have to talk to me like that? I just care about you."
"You don't care about me," she yelled. "If you did you wouldn't be doing this." She tried to move to loosen the ropes.
"You aren't going to get them untied if that is what you are trying to do. I knew that you would try, so I made them tight."
"Why are you doing this, why haven't you kill me yet?" Faith said, not sure she wanted the answer.
"That was the plan, but there's been a change of plans."
The sound of the doorbell ringing made them both jump lightly.
"I thought you said that nobody came here." Faith said with a smirk.
"I guess I was wrong. " Greg said, he then walked over to the desk. Faith knew exactly what he was doing, he was going to drug her, and there was nothing she could do.
"I'm sure you thought I was going to drug you… but I need you to be awake for dinner." he said, as he pulled some duct tape out of the drawer, and walked her.
"But I need you to be quiet though." he said, as he put duct tape over her mouth. A tear comes down her cheek. "Shh.. Faith, it will only be for a few minutes." He said, as he walked away her and walked up the stairs.
Faith sighed. Maybe he's right and nobody is going to find me, it's not like anybody is going to miss me, she thought to herself.
Greg opened the door. "Sorry I took so long, I was busy." He said with a smile.
The man looked at him. "I was wondering if you knew where the nearest gas station is, my car broke down."
"Sure, you go down for a few blocks and then you take your first left."
"So you and your wife are taking a vacation here." The person asked. Greg wasn't like all the questions the person was asking.
"Yes we are, I really need to get back to her now." Greg said, as the person thank him and said goodbye. Panicking, Greg grabbed the young man, wrapping his arm around his neck. The man struggled for air, slapping Greg's arms feebly. Greg squeezed, whispering words of comfort as the stranger slowly stopped moving, his arms and legs going limp.
"This wasn't personal." Greg said, grabbing the young man's arms and dragging him around to the back path of the house. "But I can't let anyone know about Faith." Dragging the body to the river bank, he gave a grunt as he rolled the man down and into the water.
Greg then walked back into the cottage, and walked down the stairs to the basement.
He walked up to Faith, and pulled the duct tape gently off her mouth. "Everything's going to be fine now, nobody can find us."
Faith knew exactly what he had done. "You killed the person at the door."
"I had to for you, Faith." He whispered, a soft smile on his face.
"Are you going to kill me next?"
"I would never do that Faith." He said, as he touched her face. "I'm falling in love with you."
She felt like she was going to be sick…once again struggling against the ropes, she sent out a silent prayer that someone would find her soon….
To be continued.