A Little Game Called Cat and Mouse

Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Big Time Rush. The girls belong to their creators. I only own the plot.

Chapter Nine

Questions Need Answers

James's POV

My head is pounding as I awake. I lift my head and flinch at the bright lights in front of me. My pupils adjust and I look at the room I'm in. Bright light line the ceiling and I can hear footsteps above me head. The floor is carpeted and the walls are a fading cream color. There's a mattress under me and I can see a vent in the corner of the room. I go to push myself off the mattress, but my hands are tied behind my back and my ankles are tied together. I roll off the mattress and across the room. On my stomach, I look through the air vent and see another room, with another person inside it. The vent is too tiny for me to crawl through.

"Hello!" I yell into the vent. Whoever is in the other room stirs and turns over. I see a pair of blue eyes and blonde hair. Kameryn.

"Kameryn!" I say, relived to see a familiar face. "It's me, James. Are you okay?"

I can see Kameryn nod her head. She sits up and looks around her room. She inches her way over to the vent. "How are you?" She asks.

"I've been better." I say with a soft smile. "Do you know where we are? What about Amanda? She was on the stage with me one moment, then the next she was gone and I woke up here."

"Don't panic." Kameryn reassures me. "She's fine."

"You saw her? Where is she?" I ask frantically.

Kameryn opens her mouth to speak, but her attention is diverted elsewhere. She looks at me, gives me a nod, and then disappears from my view.

"Come back!" I scream through the vent. But Kameryn doesn't come back. I hear a clicking and turn to see the knob to my room opening. I quickly roll back onto the mattress. A girl enters the room. She has straight hair dark brown that goes down to her shoulder blades. She is about is 5'4 and has olive skin. She wears a dark brown turtleneck sweater that makes her light green eyes seem brighter. Her dark blue jeans are tucked into brown boots that match her shirt.

The girl sets down a plate of food in front of me consisting of cream corn, carrots, and peas. Nothing like the food Mrs. Knight cooks. The girl places a glass of water on the floor and a fork. She goes and sits across the wall from me, watching me. I stare at the floor, unsure of what to do.

"You're allowed to eat." The girl says. "That's why I brought it here for you."

I pick up the spoon and take a bite of my peas. The girl watches me to make sure I finish my plate. But after I'm done, she doesn't take the plate and leave.

"I'm Ciri." The girl says.

"James." I say, taking a sip of my water. "But I want to assume you already know that."

"Correct you are." Ciri says. She glances at her watch before looking at me again. "I thought Logan was supposed to be the smart one."

"What exactly do you want?" I question. "Because you're not getting anything."

"What makes you think I want something?" Ciri says, a smirk working its way onto her face. "Look, I'm just here to talk."

"So talk." I say, leaning back against the wall. "What would you like to know?" Ciri asks.

"Anything."

"Well, I grew up in Italy. My parents were part of a cult that practiced animal sacrifice, but when I was fourteen, I ran away from the cult. Wasn't my style. I went to Rome and lived on the streets. Last summer, I made someone interesting who made me an interesting deal. And here I am now, talking to you."

"You're very open." I state.

"I didn't know we were supposed to keep secrets." Ciri says.

"We aren't."

Ciri crawls across the floor and sits on the edge of my mattress. "Then if we aren't." Ciri begins. "Then tell me what you would do to save Amanda."

"What are you doing to her!" I yell.

"It's not what were doing, but what we haven't. And that can change if you tell me what I want to know."

I gulp. Ciri has manipulated me to right where she wants me to be. I look down at my feet for a moment, then back and Ciri. "What do you want to know?"

Elena's POV

"Erika!" I scream as I race across the parking lot of the mall with Carlos and Kendall in my wake. I reach Erika and drop to my knees, shaking her. She stirs and looks at me.

"Thank god." I mutter as I examine Erika's wounds. She has a pretty nasty cut on her forehead, and nothing more than a few cuts.

"What happened?" I ask Erika as Carlos and Kendall join me at my side.

"They have Logan and Kameryn and James and Amanda." Erika says, her head rolling around. "They got them and I didn't do anything about it." Erika's words are slurring. "It my fault."

"No its' not." I reassure Erika. I look at Carlos, who looks petrified at the sight of Erika. I'm beginning to feel a little queasy myself at all the blood. "How did you guys get here?"

"We drove our car." Carlos stutters out.

I pick up Erika and place her in Carlos's arms. "Take her back to the hotel and patch her up. Kendall, go with them."

Carlos nods his head and carries the now unconscious Erika to their car. Kendall remains in place. "I'm not going." Kendall declares.

"Yes you are." I say. "I'm not risking you getting kidnapped too."

"I can help." Kendall says. "If you just explain to me what is going on, I can help!"

"Kendall, I'm not risking you too. If anything happened to you…"

"And if anything happened to you, I would blame myself for life." Kendall grabs my hand in his. "Look Elena, in the week I have known you, I can't stop thinking about you. And right before I came here, my girlfriend Jo dumped me. And all it took was you to make me feel better. Elena, I'm falling hard for you." Kendall leans down and kisses me on the lips. And I kiss back.

"Please don't leave me without you." Kendall whispers, our noses touching. My eyes are shut and our hands are still intertwined.

"I can't lose you too." I whisper back. "My brother has almost died because of what I do. And he does exactly the same thing I do. Everybody I have ever loved always ends up getting hurt because of what I do. I'm can't risk you too Kendall. Don't make me do it."

"My friends are missing Elena and so are yours. Let me know what exactly what you do is and let me help you."

I open my eyes and meet Kendall's beautiful blue-green ones. With a deep breathe, I do the thing West attempted to tell the world years ago.

"I'm a spy."

And with those three words, I have become Charles West.