A/N: Hey! So, here's a brand new update, quicker than the rest! I've had a bit more time this weekend, so, I put my thinking cap on and wrote up this new chapter! I had anticipated for more reviews but... overall, it was alright. Anyway, sorry for the shortness of this, (You will find out what I'm talking about when you read further.)
But, I haven't got a lot of time to juggle on my hands, so this whole story would probably be made out of eight-nine-ten chapters. Sorry! I will continue to write new stories for my account, just not as often. And, on a side note, I will be posting a new chapter for Life as I knew it...I'm not sure when, but it will come up sooner or later. Apologies for the super, duper long author note. Anyway, enjoy, laugh, read, cry, whatever you like!
"Here." Sue spoke up curtly, bringing Percy a hot steaming cup of coffee. He took it into his hands slowly, staring blankly at her. His lips were knit into a tight frown, while his eyebrows furrowed deeply. He whispered a soft thank you, sighing a she sat in the chair that was in front of him. He circled his hands around the coffee, taking in the smell. As he took a sip, he coughed slightly, pulling away the cup and staring at it distastefully.
"Welcome to the horrible coffee of the police department." She joked lightly, a small smile tugging at her lips. Despite the tension in the room, Percy couldn't help but let a smile dance across his lips. "How can you guys let him go?" He muttered, his fingers gripping tightly on the mug.
"I had no choice, Percy. He had an airtight alibi, and we can't arrest him on speculation. Plus, we can't charge him from escaping from the transport to a different prison; he killed the only people who could vouch for his escape. We've got nothing on him."
"But I was sure it was him!" He defended angrily, attracting attention from the bustling officers in the bullpen. She shushed him in irritation, embarrassedly waving her hand for everyone to return to what they were doing.
"Maybe it was figment of your imagination. You were so excited after I showed you the picture, maybe you imagined it." She reasoned with him, placing a comforting hand onto his. He pulled away abruptly, standing up quickly, sliding the mug aside. "I know what I saw Sue, it wasn't a figment of my imagination! It was the guy!" He stated defensively, grabbing his jacket from the chair and slipping in it quickly.
"Percy…." She sighed.
"The hell with this. If you're not gonna believe me, I'll give you proof!" He shouted, hurriedly walking towards the elevator, as she followed him in suit. As he jerked his thumb into the button near the elevator, Sue tried to reason with him.
"Percy, don't do this. We'll find solid evidence against this guy, I promise." She told him softly. His felt his eyes soften slightly, almost considering it. But then he put his façade on again, as he refused to listen. As the elevator dinged loudly, he stepped in, giving her an angry, determined look that she never saw in him before.
"How long will Annabeth have, before you get 'solid' evidence against him?" He replied sarcastically, jabbing his finger into the button for the door to close. "Don't do this Percy. You don't know what you're getting into!" She shouted before the elevator door slammed in front her face.
Shocked, she stood there alone, as the bullpen was unusually quiet. As she felt millions of eyes on her, she felt her cheeks flush into dark pink. She swiveled around, as she sternly dismissed everyone. "What? There's nothing to see here! Get back to work."
As the elevator closed into Sue's face, Percy felt guilty. He felt a slow, sinking feeling in his gut. He knew that shouldn't have done that, but he couldn't handle the fact that the scumbag, Carson, was let go. He knew in his mind that he was right, even though she didn't believe him. He leaned back onto the railing in the elevator, waiting for the elevator to reach the ground floor. It seemed to move slowly, as if time was freezing. He sighed, placing his hands onto his face wearily, as he felt his shoulders slump down unconfidently. "How the hell am I going to find that bastard Carson's house? I don't have a database filled with convicts and their hous-" He whispered thoughtfully to himself, eyeing the floors he was passing by.
"That's it!" He shouted victoriously, as if remembering something. As the elevator dinged, he walked out, whipping out his flip phone, scrolling through his contacts, a confident look on his face.
'Gotcha ya!' He thought to himself, pressing the call button on the number. "Donny? Yeah, it's Perce, could you help with a favor?" He smiled, speaking into the receiver.
Twenty minutes later, Percy found himself in front of a neat looking loft. He walked towards the front entrance, his eyes scrolling down the lists of names on the buzzer. Spotting the names, 'Thames, Donny' He jerked his thumb onto the button, waiting for Donny to answer.
He eyed the door tiredly, casually checking his watch. Suddenly, a squashed, crackled voice came from the receiver. "Donny here, what's up?" the voice called out. Percy smiled, pressing into the buzzer. "Yo, Don. It's Perce, open up." He answered back. The voice crackled off, then suddenly, a loud buzz erupted from the door.
He smiled, pulling open the door and pressing the button to elevator. Quickly, the elevator opened its doors, and Percy stepped in briskly. He pressed the button for the top floor, waiting to reach the top.
As Percy rapped his knuckles onto a solid glass door, then pulled back, cautiously looking around as he patiently waited for Donny to answer the door.
As the door unlocked, he was greeted with a good-looking, tall, and broad shoulder man, with short, neat looking blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a happy smile across his face as he stretching out his arms, pulling Percy into a bro-hug. "Yo Perce! Haven't seen you in a long time!" Donny greeted happily, pulling him into the apartment.
"So, why are you really here?" He asked as he closed the door. Percy turned, a innocent smile on his lips. "Well, came here to visit you and see how you wer-"
He was cut off by Donny's stern look. "Cut the crap, Percy. You want a favor right?" He asked casually, walking over to a small, well stocked and lit up bar. He grabbed two small mugs, pouring in some whiskey.
He turned around, two mugs full of whiskey. As he passed on down to Percy, he politely declined. "No thanks, Don. I'm still not a drinker." He smiled, eyeing the bedroom door that was slightly ajar. He saw a dark figure move around the room, and he curiously stared at the door, before Donny sat in front of him, a small smile on his face.
"You're still the same huh?" He joked. Percy felt himself smile too, as he looked around quickly. "Well, you haven't changed either Don."
"Isn't that good?" Donny joked cheekily, chuckling to himself. Then, he stood up, grabbing his phone off the bar. He strode back, opening his contacts list. "Ok, Perce. What was the favor you wanted me to help you with?" He questioned, taking a sip from his small mug.
"Yeah, I wanted you to check a convict's house for me…" He told him reluctantly, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably. Donny's eyes widened slightly, his cool façade cracking, showing slight worry for Percy. He sighed, sitting onto the glass table. "Listen Perce. I'm out man, I can't help with that. Especially when you want a convict's house address!" He told him tiredly, rubbing the bridge of his nose in consternation.
"Come on Don, you gotta help me with this favor. Please." He begged him quietly, seeing Donny considering to help. He sighed, rubbing his forehead as he scrolled through the menu on his phone, looking for something. "Fine, but you've got to tell me why you need it first."
Reluctantly, Percy wondered if he should tell him about Annabeth, or just keep it a secret from him. He sighed, deciding to tell Donny about Annabeth. "My girlfriend is kidnapped, and this convict's is the only suspect I have now."
"Woah, woah, wait. You're saying Sue is kidnapped?" He asked in shock. Percy shook his head, feeling his shoulder's slump down slightly. "Nope. It's my new girlfriend, Annabeth."
"Annabeth?...Why didn't you tell me that you got a new girlfriend? What happened to Sue?" He asked, a perplexed expression on his face.
"…Nothing I want to explain right now. Just help me, please." Percy told him sadly, his lips into a tight frown. Donny stood up, pacing around, pondering if he should help Percy. He was out of the business of informing people things, he was retired, and he couldn't get in trouble again. But then again, he owed Percy more than Percy ever did to him.
"Come on, Please. I need your help….I can't let anything happen to her. I-I just can't." Percy stuttered out involuntarily, covering his face in his hands, feeling his heart throb slightly. "Alright, I'll help you Percy. Let me call a buddy of mine, he owes me a favor. I'll get what you need."
He smiled, feeling slightly relieved. He knew he was going to find Annabeth, he will find Annabeth. He wouldn't let her go like he did to Sue.
"Thanks for the favor, Donny. I owe you one!" He called out, slamming the door shut as he let himself out. He heard him call out through the door, but he was too eager to get to Carson's house and find Annabeth. He had a feeling in his gut that he would find Annabeth, he just knew it.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp injection of a needle poke into his neck with strong precision. He felt his body go limp as he fell onto the carpeted floor with an audible thump. He felt that his legs were being pulled by someone, but he couldn't move! His arms were like dead weight!
His vision started to blur and he felt the world throb around him. "Ugh…." He moaned quietly, as the silhouette dragged him down the hall, then darkness consumed him.
Percy fluttered his eyes open, struggling to keep them open. 'Ugh, my neck.' He thought painfully. As he started to move, his felt his arms were bound into a wooden chair in a dingy room. "What the heck!" He shouted hoarsely, struggling about.
Overhead, a bulb blinks inconsistently, as it shines its wan, yellow light. He looked around, a wave of panic washing over him as he saw a figure slink by. Anxious, he struggled harder, trying to break out of the chair.
"I wouldn't bother." A voice rang throughout the room. Percy whipped his head back, facing a man in a black mask, holding a struggling Annabeth, who was bound, both hands and feet and had a cloth tied to her mouth. "Annabeth!" He called out worriedly. The man gave a low chuckle as he tossed her near to Percy.
"I'll let you two…catch up." The man told them sternly, leaving through the bolted door with a loud thump. As Annabeth pulled down the cloth, she felt her hands touch Percy's unsteadily. "A-Are you ok?" She asked him, her throat dry.
He nodded as he felt a wave of relief wash over him. "I-I knew you weren't dead, I just knew it!" He smiled as Annabeth tried to stand up. Slowly, she hopped over, sat on his lap and gave him a hug. "I've missed you." She whispered in his ear.
"Me too. I wish I could hug you back, but..uh…I'm tied up at the moment." He told her dryly, and that made her smile. She really did miss his dry humor, even though it sometimes irritated her deeply. She was sure that she wouldn't see Percy, here, tied up with her. As she pulled away, Percy looked around curiously, as if looking for something.
"What is it, Percy?" She asked. He shook his head in confusion, looking around the dingy room. "There's not a single thing here! I mean, there's only a chair, which I am currently sitting on!" He told her in exasperation.
"…Yeah, I know. I've been stuck down here for a couple of days, and there's nothing…." She answered back wearily. Suddenly, the bolted door creaked open and two men emerged, one that was previously here, and a man in a suit, with a ski mask over his face.
"Nice to see you have a reunion, but there are some things we need to discuss." The man in the suit told them, sliding his hands into his pockets. Silence surrounded the room as Percy and Annabeth glared angrily at them.
"So…what do you want?" Annabeth demanded as the man smiled, clapping his hands together. "Well, might as well take off this mask, we are all friends here after all," He gestured his hand around as he pulled the mask off.
Annabeth and Percy gasped in shock as the glanced at the man, their eyes wide as saucers. "B-But…" Annabeth stuttered in shock as Percy struggled against the chair.
"You bastard. You won't get away with this!" He shouted angrily, thrashing about as Annabeth tried to calm him down. "Calm down, Percy." She whispered through gritted teeth.
"Now, let's get down to business shall we?" The man smiled crookedly, as they both glared at him in distaste. As he chatted animatedly, Percy promised himself, once he escaped; he would kill this bastard with his bare hands.
A/N: So, who is this mysterious man in a suit? Well, you've gotta to read the next chapter to find out!