"She's terrified, Mac." The blue – eyed detective paced back and forth as he ran a hand through his raven black locks.
"We're doing what we can to find him, Flack. We've already put three agents to help her body guards watch her; there's not much we can do right now."
"I know, but… the sooner he's behind bars, the better for her, because right now… she's falling apart." With that, Flack left Mac's office and drove back to his condominium where Adrianna was residing. He found her sitting on the shower floor, her knees pulled to her chest as hot water pounded down on her bare flesh. Her tears had mingled with the water and were freely running down her face.
Letting out a soft sigh, Flack slid off his suit, tie and shoes before joining her in the shower. "Hey… come 'ere doll." He wrapped his arms around Adrianna. Not bothering to speak, she tugged at Flack's boxers and wife beater and helped him out of it as he lay her on her back. Their lips met in a soft kiss, Flack straddling her as he held her arms above her head and intertwined his fingers with hers.
"I love you." He whispered into her ear before he gently entered her. Adrianna let out a soft gasp as her eyes shut close and her body arched upwards; she met him thrust per thrust until they both came.
It was only when the two lay thoroughly spent on Flack's vast King sized bed that Adrianna spoke. "I'm scared, Donnie…" her voice was tiny as she traced the scar that marred Flack's side.
"I know, love. I know." He took her hand into his and placed a butterfly kiss on the palm of her hand, and the inside of her wrist.
"Do you think he'll come back for me?"
"I won't let him take you away from me, Adria; now sleep." Flack let go off her hand and began running his long fingers through her locks. Soon enough, the rhythmic beating of Flack's heart lulled Adrianna to sleep as her ear pressed against his lean chest. Pressing a soft kiss on her forehead, Flack gently moved her head and placed it on a pillow before getting to his feet. Having pulled on his sweats and wife beater, the blue – eyed detective reached for his phone and quietly made his way out of the room.
"Hey, Messer; do me a favor?"
"Matters what you're asking for, Flack."
"I gotta talk to Mac, and I need someone to watch over Adrianna while I'm gone."
"Sure thing, Flack, but don't you already have four body guards watching over the place?"
Flack let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair as he replied. "Yeah, but… I need to know she's with someone more familiar than a bodyguard."
"A'yt, Flack. I hear you. I'm on my way."
"Thanks, Messer." He flipped his phone shut and waited for the Italian to arrive. Half an hour later, Flack opened the door to a disheveled looking Danny Messer.
"You okay, man?" concern made itself apparent on Flack's face.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm good."
"Thanks, man. I really appreciate it. Feel free to crash on the couch and to help yourself to anything."
"I plan to do exactly that, Flack." Danny shot his best friend a wolfish grin before the two exchanged goodbyes. A small yawn escaped Messer's lips as he pulled off his glasses and plopped onto the couch. Rubbing his eyes, he reached for the control blindly only to have the tip of a gun suddenly pressed against the temple of his forehead.
"Keep quiet, and do exactly as I tell you." The Irish accent rang clearly. "Make a sound and I'll kill you and that Spanish whore. Have I made myself clear?"
"Crystal." Danny slowly slid his glasses back on and swallowed as a hand held him defenseless.
"Good. Get up, and follow me."
Danny did as told and let the intruder push him towards Flack's bedroom. The door was already ajar and a camera was set in place. To his horror, he found Adrianna's arms tied above her head, a thin blanket barely covering her while a gag held back her screams; tears had already begun to freely flow down her face.
"Now, it's time to make a choice, my friend. Either I take her over and over again or…" he trailed off and Danny could feel the man smile against his ear. "You do."
Danny's body immediately stiffened. No, he had promised Flack that he would take care of her. He couldn't do it, but then that bastard would surely rape her without even thinking if Adrianna was getting hurt.
"Time is ticking, Danny boy. Make a choice. Will I do it or will you?"
"Why are you doing this?"
"Do you really want me to answer that question?!" the Irish man hissed as he jabbed the gun roughly against Danny's head. The CSI winced slightly, but before he could reply, he found his arms bound. "Now you're just pissing me off." Danny was pushed onto the couch and faced by a man wearing a mask. "Since you're taking so long, I'll just do it." Then, having tied Danny's feet together, the Irish man pulled off his shirt and shoes. He got on the bed and roughly bit Adrianna's hip bone, causing her to cry out in pain against her gag.
"No! Stop it, I'll do it." Tears had begun to fill Danny's eyes.
"I thought so." The man got off the bed and unbound Danny before forcing him out off his clothes. Naked and ashamed, Danny found himself atop Adrianna, a gun pressed against the nape of his neck. Placing a soft kiss on Adrianna's head, Danny whispered softly into the brunette's ear as a tear slid down his face. "I'm so sorry, Adrianna. I'm so sorry."
