We're Here

'Come on boy, get up.' Connor was being kicked awake by one of the men holding him hostage. He didn't want to get up, he was happy lying on the floor, not knowing what Helen had in planned. He'd had a good dream for the first time in hours. He dreamt that he was home at the ARC with Abbey and his friends. He could see Abbey's happy face when he walked into work, he could picture Becker and Cutter clapping him on the back when he met them at the ADD and finally him being called into Lester's office and been told a sarcastic note. He missed his team desperately.

Connor felt a sharp pain on the top of his head. The man had pulled his hair at the top of his head, and brought him back to reality. Cutter was dead and he was trapped in the back of a van with two of Helen's minions. 'Boy, get up NOW, or I swear I'll shoot you myself'. He sounded annoyed.

'Why, where are we?' Connor sat up and rubbed his head. It was bleeding again.

Suddenly a loud banging noise came from outside, someone was knocking on the door. 'Listen to my voice, open the door'. 'Helen,' Connor thought. He shot up and backed away as far as the cuff would let him. The man walked over and opened the door. In the darkness Connor could just make out Helen's shape, her tall, skinny, frail frame, her short, shaggy, layered hair. She was wearing a black t-shirt, under a long black coat with black skinny jeans that showed off her slim figure very well. As she stepped into the dim light of the truck Connor noticed that she had cleaned herself up, she was no longer covered in blood, dirt or any other substance. 'Hello again Connor,' she said. 'Did you have a nice ride?' Connor could hear the teasing in her voice.

'It depends on what you mean by nice,' Connor growled. 'Tell your men to get these of me,' he said holding up the handcuffs.

The man to his left scrunched up his fist and said 'Don't use that tone boy.' He then went to make a swing at him but his fist but was caught mid way by Helen. 'Hold it Mike, you will not touch him, we need him. Do you understand me?' Mike nodded and pulled his hand out of her grip. 'Now uncuff him, and take him inside to the basement'. Again Mike nodded, he took the handcuffs off the pipe and attached it to is other wrist behind his back. He grabbed Connor's shoulders and steered him out into the darkness.

A/N This isn't one of my best chapters but you guys might disagree.

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