AN: Marcus Johns is behind Miley's kidnapping. Now they must go and find out a little more about this guy.
Chapter Four: SBPD Late Night Visit
Jackson sat in the spinning chair, anxious for Michael to return. Jackson could only wonder what the man who kidnapped his little sister and Michael were talking about. He felt so helpless, but he knew that this was taking it's toll on Miley most of all. She was god knows where, being tortured and what ever went through the sick minds of the men who had her.
"He's taking his sweet time coming back here, isn't he?" Shawn said, walking towards Jackson, and looking out the same window as he was.
"Yeah, he is." Jackson responded. "Hey, what is this whole 'Dragon of the Mind' business all about?"
"No idea." Shawn lied. "Look, do you have any idea on who would want to do this to Miley?"
"Michael once told me that he feared that someone would use her to get to him." Jackson said. "That is probably what is going on right now."
"Maybe so." Shawn said looking up, just in time to see some headlights pull into the parking lot. "Hey, he's back. Gus!"
Gus came running out the back, just as Michael began to honk his horn. All three men filed out of the building, and went out to his truck.
"What's up?" Gus asked Michael as he got into the truck.
"Look, the guy's name is Marcus Johns." Michael said.
"The guy who's responsible for Miley's Kidnapping, right?" Jackson asked.
"The very same." Michael said. "Look, I want to find out more about this guy, so let's head over to the police station and dig up something about this guy."
"Lassiter isn't going to let us go in there and look for information this guy, you know that, right?" Gus said to him.
"Leave that pompous ass to me." Michael said. "I will handle him, just let me worry about that, okay?
AS soon as they pulled into the station, Michael looked back at Jackson and Gus, with Shawn riding shotgun.
"Alright, look. Me and Shawn are going in and ask Jules for the info on this guy. Keep the car running, okay?" Michael said.
"Okay, and hurry up." Jackson said. Michael gave him a nod, and both he and Shawn hopped out of the car and went into the police station.
"Okay, Mr. Psychic, how do you want to handle this?" Michael asked as he looked around at the various cops running around.
"Simple, my reptilian friend." Shawn answered. "We find Jules, and get her to find info on this guy. Look there she is." Shawn glided over to where Jules was working. She looked up at them and smiled.
"Hey, Shawn, who's your friend?" She asked smiling.
"Just a friend of mine who I am helping out with a case." Shawn said, smiling. "Listen, I need you to look up a name for me."
"What's the name?" Jules asked.
"Marcus Johns." Michael said. Jules nodded, and began to type the name in. She stared at the computer, and looked back at them.
"Nothing. Sorry." Jules said.
"Damn it." Michael said. "Thanks anyway. Come on, let's go." Shawn bid Jules a farewell, and followed Michael as he sulked away.
"Damn, can this day get any worse?" Michael asked.
"Spencer, what are you doing here?" A voice growled.
"A lot worse obviously." Shawn said. "Hey Lassie, how are they biting?"
"Not your business, now take your slacker friend and get out of here!" Lassiter demanded.
"Slacker? Excuse me who in the hell do you think that you are talking to?" Michael said.
"I don't care who you are, but you need to get out of my sight, and take Shawn with you." Lassiter said furiously. Michael snorted, and looked directly at him.
"You, my friend, are a complete idiot." Michael said, in a low voice. "Shawn and I are not the best of friends, I'll admit that, but I value his talents, unlike you. You are a complete moron. You couldn't solve a case without his involvement. Sad, really."
Lassiter huffed, and began to stare down Michael, who wasn't moving an inch.
"Look here little man," Lassiter began, "Do you know what I am that you aren't?"
"A virgin?" Shawn asked. Cops watching the scene unfold began to laugh and chuckle under their breaths. Lassiter face grew red as Michael and Shawn walked out of the police station.
"Damn, Christian has a big mouth." Michael said.
"So what now?" Shawn asked.
"Let's head back, and go to sleep." Michael said. "We will think of something in the morning."
Miley was laying on the same dirty mattress as when she was thrown into this dark basement. She wasn't able to sleep, and it was partly because she didn't know what was going to happen to her. She didn't know if Marcus was going to kick open the door, and kill her, torture her, or god knows what. She felt as this was a really bad nightmare that she was not going to wake up from.
With out warning, the door swung open, and two of Marcus's goons stood there. They grabbed her, and brought her into the living room of the house that she saww when she was first brought here. She was bound and gagged in a chair as Marcus made his appearance.
"Nice to see that you are up and well." He said to Miley. "I had a really...interesting chat with Michael earlier today, and, well, he threatened to kill me if I touched you."
Marcus walked over and began rubbing her thigh with his hand. Miley tried to get away, but Marcus slapped her.
"For his insolence, you will have to pay for it." Marcus said, pulling out a gun. Miley's eyes widened as she saw the hand gun. Marcus raised the gun, and fired. A red mist spewed before her as she saw one of the goons fall face first to the ground. Miley watched in horror as Marcus stood inches from her face.
"If Michael ever threatens me again, that will be you." Marcus said coldly. "Get her out of here, and when you get back, clean this blood up!"
AN: R&R for more!