Thanks for the reviews. I finally finished watching season three and four. OMG did they just agree they were going to get together!

'Time to go,' Alvaro flipped open his knife in front of Street's face menacingly. Street faltered. Was this the end of the road? Relief took over as Alvaro bent forwards and cut through the ropes tying Street's feet to the chair.

'Already, but I was having such fun,' Street wasn't sure where it had come from, his mouth had spoken before his head had had chance to say no. He had taken a disliking to this guy ever since he seemed too pally with Chris.

'Shut it,' he hissed pulling Street up from the chair by his arm. His arms were still secured behind his back.

'Jamie we're on the move,' he heard someone calling to Chris from the hallway.

'Already, we haven't been here twelve hours yet?' he heard her reply even though they were both out of sight. Street cooperated with Alvaro, walking calmly beside him as he was manoeuvred into the hall. It was, after all, where he wanted to be.

'Benz's orders. Now move it,' the unknown guy was in no mood to be questioned.

'Just when you started getting lucky as well,' Chris turned to Alvaro cheekily as they met up in the hall. It was only when he caught the sight of Chris's face in the light he put two and two together. The colour was back in her cheeks, it was the drink.

'Just my luck,' he moaned and she laughed with him. The third guy looked on at the pair, his face never changed from his stern look. Apparently he didn't approve of their pallyness either.

'Give it a rest, we've got a job to do.' Street watched as Chris and Alvaro tried to pull themselves together. Exchanging naughty school girl glances with each other behind this guys back. Chris disappeared into another flat and returned slinging a rucksack over her shoulder. It clanged audibly.

'What are we waiting for,' she spoke heading down the stairs leaving the guys to follow. Street watched her go, noting the gun tucked in the back of her pants. He allowed himself to be dragged through the building back into the auto shop. He had to put up a fight sometime soon otherwise they would start to get suspicious.

He thought mistiming his escape attempt would be the best option. They arrived out side a grey truck with tinted windows, Street could tell this was their get away vehicle. Chris opened the front passenger side door depositing her bottle filled rucksack on the front seat loudly. The back door was opened for Street. It was now or never. He used his body weight to knock Alvaro off balance before making a lame attempt to go for his gun.

'Stop,' her voice was strong and he looked up at her to see her gun aiming at him once more. He froze. He would never get used to Chris pointing a gun at him. Alvaro gave him a forceful gut punch. As he was still gasping for breath, he was pushed into the back of the cab followed by Alvaro who looked like Street had just taken a shot at his mother. Within the minute they were pulling out into the dark streets. Street watched Chris from the back. She sat up front alongside they guy he didn't yet have a name for. She unzipped her rucksack and took a swig from the bottle of whiskey. He couldn't believe how much of the bottle was gone already.

She had definitely got better at handling her liquor, which made no sense to him as she clearly hadn't eaten in a while. He had no idea how long the journey would take. He couldn't work out why he hadn't been blindfolded for it. He could see exactly where they were going and as they didn't seem to want him dead straight away he couldn't work out what their motive was for him.

They drove for a long time. Through the city and out into the suburbs. Street didn't recognise where they were anymore, but he had a rough idea. The house were more spread out now, land scattered between them. His head was starting to drop as they turned down a dirt track. He jumped to attention to learn everything he could about their new location.

They followed the track for a while before it led them to a very nice looking house. Apparently they were going from the dump to a mansion. It looked abandoned, but a thousand times better than the rat infested flats they had come from.

Chris had crashed on the journey, her head rested against the window. She hadn't woken when the car stopped and Street wondered who was going to wake her. He didn't get to find out as Alvaro dragged him backwards out of the truck depositing him harshly on the ground at his feet.

'Try anything like that again and I will kill you,' he had been harbouring his anger and released it on Street with a few well aimed kicks. Street spluttered gasping for breath. His ribs were on fire, as he took laboured breaths. Before he had managed to get his breathing back under control he was pulled off the ground and forced onto his feet. With one hand wrapped around the rope tying his wrists together, Alvaro set off towards the house. Street threw a look over his shoulder at Chris, but she was still sleeping soundly.

They were about half way to the house when a figure appeared at the door.

'Alright boss,' Alvaro greeted Benz as they walked towards each other. 'She's on the front seat.' They passed each other as Benz headed towards Chris. Street was trying to be discreet, however the constant looks over his shoulder were giving him away. He managed to see Benz arrive at the truck, open the door and lift Chris into his arms before he was pulled through the doorway and they were out of sight.

Street was more than surprised to find that the last door he had been guided through led to what he could only describe as a dungeon. He was pushed forwards forcefully. His legs didn't have a chance of catching him so his whole body collided with the hard stone floor. A metal barred door was closed behind him and swiftly locked without a word. He was left alone in the dark.