Okay, so before I am off to start my studies I just wanted to update this story and wish you all a great start into the new week! Hope you all had a "Happy Halloween" yesterday :)

Alright, so I don't have much to say today... so... ENJOY! I hope you like it :)

Chapter thirty one: It's Not Over Yet

A few days later I was on my way to Mac's apartment after I finished the night shift. Sinclair had insisted that Mac would stay at home for at least another week, before he was allowed to come back to work and do some paperwork. Of course Mac wasn't happy that he had to stay at home and do nothing, but after I promised I would bring some files with me when I came to see him, he was satisfied and agreed.

Things between me and Mac had worked out quite well so far. I was happy that I finally told him that I loved him. I mean, properly and I was also happy that things between us were now cleared up and we both wanted the same. Being together, trying out very best to make it work. Mac had also asked me out for a date on Friday, which was in a few days. He didn't say were we would go to, but he said it would involve some dancing, so I was now already thinking of what I could wear.

I parked the car in one of the smaller side streets near Mac's apartment and, grabbed my things and got out of the car. I locked the doors and turned around to walk back to Mac's apartment building, but am stopped by a woman, standing in front of me, pointing a gun toward me. I just stood frozen in time and space, not really having a chance to do anything, so I remained calm and silent and looked at the strange woman, who was threatening me.

"Don't make a move without me wanting it or you'll be dead." She said with a slight Greek accent.

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

"You. I'll finish what my husband started."

"Pardon?"

"Costas Patos. Does that name ring a bell?"

"Yes it does. You know you…"

"Shut up, drop those things and move your ass over to the van!" she shouted and pointed towards a black van standing nearby. I had no other choice but to do as she told me, hoping I would get a chance to send a message to someone. So I dropped the things I had in my hands on the ground and walked over to the van, the woman, seemingly Mrs. Patos, walking behind me, the muzzle of the gun pressed against my back. At the back door we stopped and she ordered for me to open the door and climb inside. Once I was inside she slammed the doors shut and locked them. The moment the doors were shut I was surrounded with darkness. I was lucky. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. Luckily I had a signal and was able to send a text message. The first helpful person who came to my mind was Adam. Of course I wanted to send a message to Mac first, but sending it directly to Adam would help me much faster.

"Adam, trace my cell, call Mac, or anyone. Patos' wife has me. Need help, ASAP! Stella."

Now I prayed that he would get the message and that they would find me, thanking god that she was so stupid to not take my cell phone.

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After what I thought would be half an hour the van stopped and I heard the door in the front open and then shut again. A few seconds later the door of truck was opened by Mrs. Patos. She pointed the gun at me again.

"Get out." She ordered.

I got out of the van and carefully looked around. The van stood near a small and shabby-looking bungalow somewhere in the suburban area of New York. My female kidnapper held the muzzle of the gun pressed against my back and forced me to walk into the building. It was quite dark inside, only the small splits between the dirty curtains in front of the windows led some light inside the small room Mrs. Patos' guided me to. It looked like it used to be a living room, but besides a small table with an old small TV and an old mattress in front of it, the room was empty. I was pushed to the wall to my right. She pushed me that hard that I nearly lost my balance as I stumbled forward.

"Sit down there and lean your back against the wall. And don't you dare making a single noise or try to escape. I'll shoot you without hesitation. Got that?" Mrs. Patos said warningly. Knowing that Adam would probably be tracking my cell now and help would arrive every second now I was clever enough to comply. So I sat down on the ground and leaned my back against the wall, my lips closed to silence. In my thoughts I was begging for help to arrive soon. I didn't know what that woman had in mind for me and to be honest I wasn't very curious about it.

I sat on the ground for a few minutes when I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I looked up to see that Mrs. Patos, who had turned the TV on, was sitting in front of it, her back to me. Quietly, not daring to take my gaze from her, I managed to get the phone out of my pocket. I quickly looked down at the display and saw that Mac sent me a message. Probably he was worried about me, as I promised to come over to see him after my shift. I opened the message to read, quickly glancing at my kidnapper to see she was still concentrated on the TV.

"Help is on the way. Hold on! Mac."

So he knew what happened. I knew they would call him and knowing his stubbornness I knew that he would be going with them to rescue me. Of course he would, but could I really blame him? Could I really tell him otherwise? No, because inside I wanted him to come. I wanted him to be at my side, being my hero. The hero he always said he wasn't. I quickly deleted the message, but as I looked up again, I looked into the muzzle of the gun and stopped my actions, frozen.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked and kicked my cell phone out of my hands. It took all my strength not to cry in pain. My other left hand moved to my right wrist, pressing against it to ease the pain, but it didn't really work.

"One more action like that and I swear…" she stopped her sentence and a second later I heard the door being kicked in. She grabbed my wrist and dragged me onto my feet, turning me towards the door, her gun pressed against my temple. Just as she did that a few officer from the squat team came rushing into the room yelling "NYPD". They were followed by Danny and Flack. The officer stepped aside, their guns aimed at us, Flack and Danny now standing in front of me and Mrs. Patos.

"Drop the gun!" Flack shouted.

So... Sorry if this seemed rushed... but I didn't want to extent the story too much... One more chapter to go... I hope you liked it! Just leave me a small note and tell me what you think, okay? An please go and vote my poll, if you haven't done it already. I really want your opinion!

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