Chapter 6

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Summary: Don is kidnapped by a psycho serial killer and his possy. Will Charlie come to his senses in time to help his brother? How far will Don and Charlie go to protect each other?

Disclaimer: I own nothing writen here, except Roane and Bazil.

"Hey you! wake up!" a gruff vioce coached Don awake.

His head hurt, his mouth was dry, and his stomach was growling, though he was glad his hands were no longer tied to the chair he was sitting in. He rubbed the raw parts of his wrist where there was chaifing. Don did not trust his legs at the moment to get up from the chair. Don finally noticed he was in a different room than before. All four walls were layered with cinder blocks, most likely for sound proofing, the ceiling had built in lighting and air conditioning vent. On one wall was a metal door, with two guards twice as tall as Don on either side. This must be where they rough people up, get some sort of information out of the people they kidnap, Don thought.

Don got up, wobbled a bit, but regained his balance enough to walk over to the guards.

"Oh don't even try," said the one who woke him up.

"Oh, I'm not," answered Don who stopped a few feet from the two.

"Hey, Hanz! He thinks he's a wise guy! Haha!" the gruff voiced guard nudged the other.

"Hahaha!" replied the one called Hanz. " If he is, Kan, he's a gonner! Hahaha!" They both joined in laughter.

"I'm right here!" yelled Don.

"We know," Kan responded and kept laughing.

If Don was thinking rationally right then, he would not have done what he did next.

Don kicked Hanz in the mid-section, though that didn't seem to do as much dammage as Don had hoped. Kan responded by punching Don, with a force that sent Don to the ground. Don tasted a bit of blood in his mouth from a cut on his lip. Don wiped the blood off on the back of his hand, and got up, charged at full speed at Kan, surprising him and knocking him down, delivering a barrel of punches. Hanz grabbed Don by the back of the neck and lifted him off of Kan. Don's legs were flailing wildly as his hands went to his neck to keep from choking.

Don's legs kicked backwards, until his right leg found the man's groin. Hanz yelped, dropping Don, and bent forards. Don landed on his wrist, letting out a cry of pain, but not letting that deter him from trying to beat the crap out of the guards. Don sought the chance of Hanz's immobility to strike and kicked the man in the head, he was about to go for a second hit when the arms of Kan wrapped around him. Then Don's FBI training clicked in.

Before now Don was just kicking and punching wildly, his FBI training blocked by anger was now released by fear. Don grabbed Kan's head with both hands, using that as a lever, Don was able to flip Kan over his head and onto his back but not before Kan let go, so Don fell to the ground with him. Hanz recovered and helped Kan start to beat on Don by holding him from behind, holding both his arms under Don's armpits and hoisting Don up again with his feet dangling trying in vain to fend off an angry Kan. Don had blood running down his face, and there was a tingling numbness creeping up his arm where he hurt his wrist

"Hey! Save some for me! I'm the one whose probably scarred for life! I might not be able to have kids!" cried Hanz.

"Hah! Like any woman would want to have kids with you!" retorted Kan, and Don snickered though he knew he was in no position to think anything was funny at that point.

"What you laugh'in for? Huh?" said Hanz to Don, putting his knee into the agent's back. "Huh? Ain't so funny now, huh?" Don gasped at the new pain that formed in the middle of his back. Kan stopped punching his stomach, letting his partner have his chance.

"Ug, will you stop brutalizing the good agent," a voice came. "He is suposed to be a guest." It was Roane.

Don, though relieved to be rescued, tensed up when he heard his voice.

"I see you put my guards to the test," continued Roane. "Very nice, I like a dog who fights."

Don fought the urge to snarl at him, to not to be compared to a dog again. The guards still held him though.

"So, the mutt has control of himself, wonderful! Now we can get started!" said Roane, clasping his hands together.

Don was puzzled by this. Upon their first meeting, Roane was dark and demeaning, now he sounds much more excited, like a kid going to a candy store, he still has that demeaning adittude but his whole posture has changed. Don noticed a familiar face in the background, Bazil, standing off in a corner leaning against the two conjoining walls as if trying to ignore the whole scene.

Don could only assume that his interigation was being resumed.

For the next hour was fuzzy for Don, it was like he was seeing through a haze. Though he would not know it 'til later, he was drugged, how they did it was his guess but through out the questions he was very lucid when he shouldn't have been. Though he could recall a few "love taps" he got when he couldn't answer a question, he couldn't really recall what he had said to them. Don felt like he had almost no control of his mouth, the secrets he locked inside his mind could easily be open to them.

"Now, my little agent," started Roane, his cheerful behavior had reversed back to its dark nature that Don had come to dislike very much. "Tell me who's this?" he held up the picture of his family that Bazil had found in his wallet. His finger was pointing to one figure in the picture. Brother...

"Charlie..." he said before he could stop himself

"Very good, and Charlie is...?" pressured Roane.

"My..." Don stopped, a sign that he still has some control. He felt someone shove the back of his head.

"Tell me."

"No." Brother...

"Come on, agent, tell me who he is." said Roane, putting pressure on his head. It was starting to hurt his head.

"No..." Brother...

"Tell me."

"N-No..." Sorry...

"Tell me." and put more pressure on him.

"Brother..."

Chilling right? Good, I tried to make it that way.

I have to thank those who've reviewed, their positive influence has made me feel good and keeps me going.

Alas, I have not found the notebook that contains the rest of this story (I think some one stole it, not for the story but for paper) and would have been faster if i had it. I am sorry for taking so long, but it might be like that for a while, I have been very busy.

Please review, very much apreciated.