Okay, well, this is a little like Reville, but I'll try to be original soon!
And implied nastiness here! Oh, btw, they moved Kate to a warehouse. Sos you're not confused…
Not mine. None of it. Makes you feel small, huh?
Kate winced as she heard the dull thud of metal on flesh. Her eyes were shut, even though he had made very sure she couldn't see it anyway. He seemed to think that because she was female and wearing tight pants, she couldn't do anything other than sit there and moan. Not that she minded him thinking that, of course. The pounding behind her stopped, and the silence was filled with groans.
The tall thin man walked around into her line of sight, wiping his hands on a cloth.
"Now, Caitlin, I apologise for what my man tried. We have been without female company for quite some time. I had hoped I chose people with more stamina than that, but there we are." He grinned at her. She answered with a scowl.
"I see that you do your dirty work yourself."
"Well, as my grandmother said, if you want something done right…" he squatted down in front of Kate, and took her hands. Turning them over inside their cuffs, he ran a finger across the bruises already forming. The man had been rough. He tutted, and asked, "Would you like some ice for that?"
"I would like to know why I'm here!"
"You know why," he said. "These look painful."
They were. "We don't have your case!"
He ignored her, and beckoned one of his cronies over. "Some ice for our charming friend," and as the man walked away,
"Now, I would like to know why your boss sent you out to find a case that you had, to an area where you must have know we were, with no ammo, and not even a bullet- proof vest between you!"
"We… we didn't know you were there," said Kate, strangely ashamed. "And we don't…"
"…Have the case. Yes, yes. Well, I'm glad NCIS has taught you to keep to your stories." He sat on his heels for a long moment, gazing at Kate without seeing. "Unless…" he murmured.
"Boss!" called one of his men. "A call for you!"
"Who is it?" he said, eyes fixed on the distant wall of the warehouse.
"Dave Marsden." The man called. "Or so he says."
"Ah, David. I think," he said to Kate, "That you might be telling the truth."
"Well," gasped Kate angrily as the man started to walk away. "What are you going to do with me?" She called, trying to keep the desperate note out of her voice.
"It depends."
"On…?"
"How useful you are to us."
Well… sorry its so short, but you have the new chapter of my other fic to keep you warm too. I'll be back with a new chappie soon.
And I called him Marsden in homage to John Marsden, whose Tomorrow series I am reading once again. Terribly good stuff. ;)
And please review!