(October 16th, 2010)

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I know that it's probably weird not to have Sam as a cop but I thought I'd give it a try. If you don't like the idea, then don't read it! Simple as that.
Warning it gets a little scary in this chapter, more suspense than anything though. A little violence and guns etc... But I promise it gets better pretty fast.
So please bare with me! And Enjoy!

Warning: This chapter contains violence, mild swearing and very subtle hints of rape. I think it's still okay for T rating but I may have to change it to M.

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Resist Me

Chapter 2: Trapped

The next morning Andy stirred, throwing a hand up to block the bright sunshine out of her face. Her head gave a little spin as she sat up, still in her clubbing clothes. She squinted her eyes and made her way to the bathroom to take a shower. She cleaned the grub and sweat off from the night before reminiscing on the man she'd been with the night before. Those eyes, that smile, the way his hands felt on her… God what was she thinking? He wasn't going to call her. But silently wished he would though, something about him made her feel like she had a high school crush again. After she changed she made a fresh pot of coffee and eggs. Traci groggily stumbled into the kitchen ten minutes later.

"Oh thank god there's coffee." Andy handed her a mug and Traci took a deep gulp. They sat down and ate their breakfast. "So are you going to tell me about that guy you were canoodling with last night?" Andy choked on a mouthful of food.

"Canoodling? What are you? Twelve?" Traci laughed and rolled her eyes at the brunette.

"Frankly there wasn't really a better word for what you two were doing." Andy shot her a glare. "Well it's true. Whatever, he was ha-wt." She whistled and Andy snickered. "So did you get his name? Are you going to see him again?" As she took another bite she continued to bombard her with questions.

"Well I didn't actually get his name… and he got my number but I didn't get his." The disappointment was plain in her voice. "I guess that means I probably won't be hearing from him again."

"Why wouldn't he call you? You're a class-A babe, he's going to call." Traci reassured her, placing the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

"I really doubt it. He had to go meet some guys. He's probably forgotten all about me by now. I was just some random girl."

"A hot random girl though." Andy rolled her eyes and Traci grabbed a drink, sitting down on the leather sofa in the living room. Andy quickly changed the subject to Leo and Traci chattered away. It was getting on to the late morning when Andy's iPhone rang; she leapt across the couch the grab it. "A little anxious are we?" Traci giggled and Andy checked the ID to see a number she didn't recognize.

"Hullo?" She tried to sound as normal as possible.

"Hey there Tiger." Her stomach squeezed as the soothing voice filled her ear. "Miss me?"

"In your dreams." She retorted, lying back with her head on Traci's lap. Traci gave her the thumbs up with a grin.

"You bet you're in my dreams. You definitely starred in them last night." Andy blushed and she was glad he couldn't see her. "Sorry I had to go last night; duty called."

"Yeah I understand." She stopped herself from saying anything else; this guy would have to work for her attention.

"So how about I make it up to you? Drinks?"

"I think I could manage that."

"Great. Meet at Element tomorrow night at eight?"

"Sounds good. I'll see you then."

"Looking forward to it." And with a click their conversation ended, leaving Andy beaming like a fool. "Well, that's that. I'm seeing him tomorrow night." Traci clapped her hands together.

"Oh thank God. It took you long enough to get back into dating. I mean after that whole Derek debacle."

"I thought you liked him!" Andy protested giving her friend a surprised look.

"He was great Andy, it's just I don't think he was the right guy for you. After two years nothing ever changed."

"Hmph. Thanks for telling me." Andy looked at her phone again, and sighed. "Crap, I still didn't get his name." She looked at the clock and bolted upright. "Shit Traci! We have to go! Our shift starts in half an hour." They raced out the door grabbing their bags and made it to the station in record time. Traci was partnered with Noelle and Andy was with Oliver.

"Alright McNally, don't go jinxing us today. I'd like to get home before the sun rises tomorrow." Oliver was driving as he sipped some coffee. For the most part it was quiet, and when it hit midnight it seemed like they could go back to the barn unscathed. They had turned down the quay driving slowly patrolling the wharfs when saw a flock of black sedans and SUVs in the old dock warehouse. Pulling into the abandoned parking behind a dumpster they stopped and watched the scene before them. They saw men get out of the all four cars. It was obvious they were two sides coming together to make a deal. A man from one group carried a suitcase. Two other men were conversing with each other. But something was wrong and they were yelling at each other; loud enough that the two cops could hear them.

"I told you, that wasn't what we agreed on!"

"No we said—"

"That's it deals off! Let's go." The man turned his back and immediately the other man drew a gun. Shots fired and the man went down. The others drew weapons as well, retreating to the cover of their car doors.

"Okay McNally report it and call for back up." She pulled her radio calling in the coordinates before unclipping her seat belt. Oliver hit the sirens and the lights speeding over to the combat area. Surprised by the cops the men scrambled to get their bearings. The cops got out of the car, crouching behind their doors guns drawn.

Shots started to fire at them and Andy couldn't help flinch, that was a lot of ammo coming their way. Two of the sedans drove away, Andy squinted her eyes trying to make out the licence plate number. A bullet ricocheted off her door breaking her concentration and she returned to the matter at hand. One man gave a hand signal and five men went into the warehouse. She barely heard him yell over the gunfire.

"Go get it then let's go!" Only two men remained trying to hold them off. Oliver managed to get one leaving only one left.

"Drop your weapon! Now!" Andy moved forward diverting his attention. He was caught off guard, and then he focused on Andy. Instinctively, she rushed him, tackling him to the ground. She wrestled with him freeing him of his handgun. She rolled him over and pinned him down, twisting his arm behind his back. She cuffed his wrists behind his back and made to get up when she was forced to her knees. She felt the cool barrel of a gun on the back of her neck. A deep accented voice boomed over the parking lot.

"I suggest you back away copper. Or your partner gets it." Silence. "Now!" Andy heard Oliver put his gun on the cement. "Now get back in your car and drive away. Call off any back up and leave." There were no footsteps retreating. The gun was shoved harder into her neck and tears started to form in her eyes.

"I'm not leaving." Oliver called, sounding firm. The voice spoke into her ear low and threatening.

"Tell him to leave right now and don't think for a second I won't pull this trigger." She gulped and gave a tiny nod.

"Ollie, just do what he says! Go!" She could practically hear him hesitating. "I'll be fine. Just go!" Her voice broke on the last word as her mask started to shatter.

"I'm not leaving, you're my partner!" A choke formed in her throat but she managed to sound firm.

"Don't worry about me. Just go!"

"Your partner's life depends on it, Ollie." The man yelled and finally she heard him running back to his car and the cruiser pulling away, leaving skid marks.

"Alright Bambi let's move." He got out her second pair of cuffs and put them on her roughly. A second later she felt a clothed bag cover her head. She screamed in panic as everything went black while she was still being forced to move. "Step up." She obeyed and she guessed she was in the SUV now. As soon as the door slammed all hell broke loose. They rummaged around in her pocket and grabbed her police badge. "Name's Andy McNally." Another man cut him off.

"What the hell are you thinking? Taking a cop hostage?" The new voice sounded like he had a strong New York accent.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time." The voice that cuffed her answered. The engine roared as they speed away from the warehouse.

"What are we going to do with her now? Kill her?" Andy's blood went cold and her head started to spin.

"Let's just think about it okay? We can keep her for a bit at the garage while we figure out what to do. First let's find out why this deal didn't go down alright?" They drove for another forty minutes, the entire time Andy was panicking. Neither the Academy nor anyone at fifteen said anything about the cop being the hostage. What the hell was she suppose to do? They were so many horrible things that could happen to her. As that thought entered her head she realized that she was the only woman in a gang of at least five men. Her head hurt even more as she tried not to think of all the things that were worse than death.

When the car stopped she was roughly shoved from it and forced to walk.

"What the hell was he thinking?" The man holding her asked another. "A cop? God he really must be loosing his mind!" She needed to escape. Right now. "I mean I never signed up for kill—" Andy rammed her weight into the man and he left go of her with a yell. Within seconds someone had her pinned to the ground.

"I don't think so missy. It's been too long since a woman has graced our presence. We wouldn't want you to leave so soon." She bit her lip to stop from crying out with fear.

"Eh Heckles, leave 'er be." Another voice called out and she was picked up off the ground and pulled through a door to be forced to sit on a wooden chair. "I suggest you play nice hmm?" The New Yorker drawled, giving her a couple whack across the head. Her head throbbing in pain he left, slamming the door behind him. Andy spent hours trying to pull her handcuffs off, until her skin was rubbed raw. Finally, she gave up, letting her head lull on her chest and cry.

For two days this went on; Andy holed up in a small room tied to a chair with a bag over her head. Occasionally the New Yorker or some other man came back to give her a beating when she tried calling out. She still had no idea what was going to happen to her. It was enough to drive her mad. A couple times a day a man came in to give her water from a straw. He didn't speak to her but he didn't hit her either. He was literally the only person keeping her alive so she didn't fight him after the first couple times he attempted to feed the straw into her mouth. Finally after it seemed like forever, two steps of footsteps came through the door and grabbed her roughly on each arm and hoisted her up onto her feet. She freaked out; ws this the end? were they going to kill her? There were so many things she hadn't done yet. She didn't want to die. After not moving for so long she was wobbly as they loaded her into a car. As they drove the New Yorker spoke into her ear.

"Alright Andy McNally, here's the deal. We're going to let you go, as long as you don't breath a word of this. If you do, a hell of a lot bad things are going to happen to you, a lot worse than what happened this weekend okay?" She didn't move and for that a hand hit her across the face. "Do you understand?" She nodded. "Good. If people ask you're going to tell them nothing. You're going to say you blacked out. You don't remember anything." She nodded again. If she had any tears left in her she would be crying again. The car stopped and a key was put into her hand as the car door opened and she was shoved out of the car. "Remember our warning. Because we'll find you if you don't." Then she heard the vehicle drive away. She fumbled with the key, placing it in the cuff's locks. After ten seconds they sprung open and she ripped off the bag. Her eyes tried to focus on the scene in front of her and when they did she nearly passed out in panic; they had dropped her off in front of her townhouse.

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