Kidnapped

By Peppe1951

Summary: A case of mistaken identity that puts Face in danger.

"Hoowwllll!" Charlie howled, again and again, causing BA to look up from underneath the hood of the car he was working on. BA looked around but, not seeing the reason for the howling, went to the dog pen to see Face's puppy in a very agitated state; he was howling and trying to get out.

"Hannibal!" he shouted into the house.

"What's wrong?" Hannibal asked and then, hearing Charlie's howls, hurried outside. "Face!" and then turned to BA, "Something is wrong…we need to get to the school fast."

"Murdock came running up, having heard the howling and threw himself into the van before BA could leave.

By the time they arrived, the place was swarming with deputies. The van came to a squealing stop and all three men got out. Their primary purpose was to find their kid. Hannibal had only gone a few steps when Sheriff Tom Jenkins stopped

Him. "Hannibal, your boy isn't here. An armed man took him about a few minutes ago; by the time we got here, he was gone. He left this for you," he said as he handed Hannibal a picture of a young man in uniform.

Hannibal glanced at the picture before turning it over to read what was written on the other side. Decker, my boy, suffered because of you. He was captured by the Viet Cong, who abused him. I have your boy and he will suffer. Everything that the Viet Cong did to my boy, I will do to your son, and when you get him back, he will be broken like mine was!

"He thinks that Facey is Decker's son, Hannibal. We got to get to him before he carries out his threat!" cried Murdock.

"If he hurts my little brother, he's dead!" growled BA.

"But first, we need to find him!"

"Where to, Hannibal?" BA asked after they returned to the van.

"To talk with Decker!"

Decker answered the knock on his front to find Hannibal impatiently waiting.

"What do you want, Smith?"

"To talk…Rod, I need your help!"

After giving Smith an incredulous look, he let him in. Hannibal lost little time in explaining himself. "Today, an armed individual entered Face's school and kidnapped him. He was after your son and got mine by mistake!"

"My son…he was trying to kidnap Tony?"

Hannibal nodded. "This is what he left behind," and handed Decker the photo, who recognized the young man in uniform at once. "This is Danny Watkins; he was in my unit before he got captured by the Viet Cong."

Hannibal nodded, "my unit discovered him a few months later. He was in terrible shape. I don't know how he managed to escape, but he did. He was thin, starved, and probably weighed half of what he did when he joined. He had been beaten repeatedly; he could hardly walk, dehydrated, and he had been raped. The VC had done all of this to him in their interrogations. We got him to a MASH unit, and eventually, he was shipped home."

"And now, his father threatens to do this to my son?" Decker said fearfully.

"Yes, only he thinks that Face is your son. Can you tell me anything about where the father lives?"

"Come in while I make some phone calls," Decker said as he hurried to his phone.

As soon as he was taken from his school at gunpoint, Face had tried to escape numerous times until backhanded him and stunned him long enough

For he to inject him with a sedative which knocked him out for the remainder of their journey. When Face finally came to, he was groggy. He noticed that he was in an enclosure and lying on straw. But sensing no immediate danger, he went back to sleep. It wasn't until the following day that he realized where he was. He had been sleeping in a dog house with a golden retriever next to him.

"BOY!"

Face crawled out and noticed that he was in a large dog pen, and he was no longer wearing the clothes he had when kidnapped. He was wearing olive green pants, a shirt, and a light jacket also olive green in color. An angry man was standing on the other side. "Boy, this is where you will be living for now!"

Face looked around, looking for a way out, and not finding anything at the moment. "The only way out is through this gate, which is locked," the man said as he shook the gate. "You are here because of your father. The punishments you will be receiving are because of your father. He was my boy's commander during the war and abandoned him to the VC, who tortured him until he escaped. He was returned to me a broken man, and it is all your father's fault. Your father will feel the same when you are returned to him….broken!"

"No, my father never left a man behind!" shouted Face.

His remark enraged the man, and before he could prevent it, the gate was unlocked, and the man stormed in and grabbed Face, pulling him from the pen.

Face hadn't completely recovered from the drug and was easily manhandled to a concrete block and chained down over it.

"My son suffered beatings like this repeatedly, and now you will, too. He was questioned about troop movements; you will be beaten until you admit that your father was to blame for my son's capture!"

The first lick left a line of fire across his backside, and the ones that followed only added to the pain. The first twelve licks were given on Face's pants, but when Face refused to admit that Hannibal left someone behind, the licks stopped, and his pants were pulled down. He then realized that he was no longer wearing underwear. The licks continued until Face could take it no longer and began to scream in pain with each lick until he passed out. As he was losing consciousness he heard the barking and snarling of a dog

He was left in that position while the man started his chores, ignoring the boy completely. When he regained consciousness, Face found himself back in pen with his pants pulled back up. He stiffly got to his feet and tottered to the pen's entrance, wincing with each step; it was then that he noticed the chains on his ankles, allowing him only to take small steps.

A few minutes his abuser came out with a leather strap in his hand. "Back away from the gate," he ordered.

Face backed up a few steps allowing the gate to be opened. "Come out; you have chores to do."

Face did as he was instructed. "You will find a pile of stones behind the house and a wheelbarrow. Load the wheelbarrow and bring your load over there," pointing to an area on the other side of the pen. "Get to work, or you won't get fed tonight!"

Face fell several times until he got the hang of taking the smaller steps. Each time he fell, Watkins hit him with the leather strap. Face worked all day moving the stones to the area behind the pen only to be told to take them back. He was sore and exhausted by the time Watkins called it a day. Watkins opened the pen as Face staggered in, locking it behind him. He sunk to his knees, unable to move.

A few minutes later, Watkins returned with two bowls, one with dog food in it for the dog and a smaller one with rice for Face. "Eat up; there is a bucket of water next to the entrance..you can share it with Maggie here," pointing to the dog. She was my son's dog."

It didn't take Face to consume his bowl of rice before staggering to the bucket for a drink of water. Afterward, he crawled into the dog house and went to sleep.