AN: Michael meets Miley's kidnappers face to face.
Chapter Three: Face To Face
Michael and Jackson sat in the Psych headquarters along with Shawn and Gus, feeling absolutely helpless. Miley was god knows where, and he couldn't do a thing to help her. Jackson looked at Michael's expression, and saw that it was a mix of anger, and fear. Michael hated the fact that he had to sit there, and wait for whoever took Miley to call with demands. The fear that he had was for her safety and well being. He wouldn't forgive himself if something happened to her, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if she died. He sat back in his chair, and stared at the ceiling, wondering if Miley was alright.
Out of nowhere, Michael's cell phone rang, causing all four of them to jump. Michael stared at the number, and it said Miley. Michael saw Jackson, Shawn, and Gus eye him as he answered.
"Hello?" Michael asked cautiously.
"Well, the notorious Dragon of the Mind. Nice to hear you." The man said. Right away, Michael knew that this was the bastard that took Miley.
"Where is she?" Michael demanded.
"Now, now. What is the need for that tone?" He said in a mock offended tone. "Let's get down to business, shall we? My name is Marcus. As you have already figured out, I have your girlfriend, and let me say, she is very cute."
"I swear if you touch her, I'll-"
"See, your temper is going to cost you." Marcus teased. "How about this, come to my restaurant, and we will have a little chat. Come alone. If you don't, I will kill her. Understand?"
"Yeah." Michael said.
"Good." Marcus said. "See you soon."
Michael stared at his phone for a minute before closing it. He then looked at Jackson, Gus , and Shawn.
"So, what did he want?" Jackson asked anxiously.
"He wants to meets me. Alone." Michael said, walking towards the door.
"Are you sure that's a good idea? Who knows what these guys are capable of." Shawn said.
"Yeah, man. This could be a trap." Gus replied.
"Look, I have to do this for Miley." Michael said, looking back at them. "Wish me luck."
With those last words, he was out the door.
Michael pulled up in front of a nice looking restaurant, and hopped out of his truck. He took a deep breath and walked up to the restaurant front door, and calmly walked in. He was greeted by a man dressed in a suit.
"You are Michael Harris, right?" He asked.
"Yes, I am." Michael responded.
"Right this way, sir. Mr. Johns is eager to talk with you." The man said, signaling for Michael to follow him. He was lead through the restaurant, getting looks from the regular patrons, all while he hissed the occasional 'What the hell are you looking at?' to their piercing eyes. As he was following the man, he turned to face Michael.
"Mr. Johns is right through that door. Go right on in." He said. Michael gave him a nod, took a deep breath, and went inside. Marcus had two ape like men at his side, and he looked at him, and smiled.
"Nice of you to join me, Mr. Harris." Marcus said with a crooked smile. "Please, sit."
"I'll stand, thanks." Michael shot back.
"Let's get to business, shall we?" Marcus said. "I believe I have something that you care about very much."
"SomeONE." Michael said through gritted teeth.
"Right." Marcus said. He was doing this just trying to provoke Michael into laying a hand on him so he can take it out on Miley. "Anyway, I want to take over the world, and I need your help in doing so. If you don't follow my instructions, something bad might happen to Miley. You don't want that, do you?"
"No, I wouldn't." Michael said.
"Good, I am going to let you go now. Don't worry, I will make sure that Miley is very comfortable." Marcus said, laughing. Michael glared at him. Michael leaned in, and stared right into his face.
"Laugh while you can, you son of a bitch, because if I find out that you laid a single hand on her, I will kill you." Michael said. He turned around and walked out of the office. Marcus glared at him, and decided that not he, but Miley was going to pay for that...
AN: Next time, the four head out to the Santa Barbara Police Station. R&R for more!