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Monica was sitting beside the hospital bed, with tears in her eyes. She had been here all night. The others were here too, but they had gone down to the cafeteria to grab a bite to eat. She sighed, then twined her fingers with his. "Ross talked to the cops last night, they haven't found your brother yet." She took a deep breath. "Or Joey," she said, lowering her voice to a whisper. "But don't worry, because soon you will be out of here."
Then the door opened, and Ross came in with the others right behind him. "Any change?" He asked her softly.
Monica sighed, then slowly shook her head. "None. You mentioned something about talking to the cops again this morning, find out anything?"
Ross shook his head. "Not yet. Charlie had clearly thought this through before he ever went crazy, only I don't think Joey was suppose to get in the way of that. He had probably planned to take Chandler hostage instead."
Monica sighed, then nodded slowly. She glanced back at Chandler and sighed. "You have to wake up," she said softly. "Please." She laid her head down on the edge of the bed.
Charlie knelt down beside him. "I'm sorry, Joe, you just got in my way." He said softly, then pulled out the knife from his bag, and put the cold blade against his neck. He had already tied his arms behind his back so he couldn't fight back.
Joey opened his eyes a slit, then closed them again. He thought of when they had left Central Perk. Chandler had been lying awfully still. He had called his name several times, but got no response. "Chandler.." he mumbled softly.
Charlie smirked, then pulled out his cell phone and dialed numbers on it.
Monica was still sitting beside the bed, her fingers still twined with his. Then Chandler's cell phone rang, so she pulled it out of her pocket. "Hello?" She asked softly into it.
"Hey, Mon." Charlie greeted. "Look, I have someone you want. And if you want to see him again, you would do exactly what I say."
Monica tried to swallow the lump that rose in her throat. "Why are you doing this, Charlie?" She asked. "Just let Joey go so that he can come to the hospital to visit his best friend."
Charlie chuckled. "I don't think so. Now what you want to do for me is this. I want you to meet me at the old abandoned warehouse and I want you to be by yourself. No cops or no friends."
She swallowed. "Wh.. what time?" She asked.
He thought a moment. "In half an hour," he answered, then hung up.
Her breath caught in her throat. What would happen if she didn't show up on time? What if she did bring her friends to the meeting place? So many questions flashed through her mind.
Charlie slid his phone back into his pocket. "Now then. We should wait and see if she comes alone or not. If she doesn't, your dead. But if she does.. eh, I might still kill you. I haven't decided yet."
"You will eventually get caught," Joey said weakly, not even opening his eyes.
Charlie shrug. "Maybe. Come on now and we will wait on Monica to get here." He pulled him to his feet, then pushed him towards the bigger room. He shoved him into the wall. "Now we just wait here."
Joey slid down the wall, then laid back down on the floor.
Charlie watched him and grinned. "I may not have to kill you after all." He chuckled. He heard a knock at the door, then smiling, he went to answer it. "Hello Mon." He greeted cheerfully. "Did you come alone?" He asked, moving to the side to let her enter.
Monica nodded. "Of course I did. You told me too, so I did." She glanced around the old warehouse until her eyes landed on Joey. She fought the urge to run over to make sure he was okay, but she forced herself to wait. Before she had left the hospital, she had devised a plan with the others. "So this is your hide out, huh?" She said, glancing around.
Charlie nodded. "It sure is. So, should we pick up from where we left off in the woods?"
She felt sick just from him asking that question, but forced herself to nod. "Yes, lets. We should head into one of these other rooms for more privacy."
He looked confused for a moment before nodding. "Your right. That room over there doesn't have any windows or anything in it." He said.
She smiled, then walked towards the room knowing that he would follow, in which he did.
Ross, Rachel, and Phoebe came out of hiding and crept into the abandoned warehouse, they had decided that Callie should stay back with Chandler in case he woke up.
Rachel scanned the dirty warehouse, until her eyes landed on a figure lying against the wall, not moving. "Guys," she whispered, then hurried over and knelt beside him. "Joey, can you hear me?" She asked, lightly shaking him. She felt his neck for a pulse and sighed with relief. "We need to hurry, he is alive, but barely. His pulse is extremely weak." She glanced to the closed door on the far end of the warehouse, then nodded to it. "There!"
Ross nodded. "Then we should go there. Rach, you stay with Joey. Pheebs, come with me." They both crept off.
Rachel watched them leave, then glanced back down at Joey. "Wake up," she whispered softly.
Charlie pushed her into the wall, then started kissing her neck. "I have always been so attracted to you," he whispered breathlessly.
Monica took a deep breath, then slid her fingers down his back, until she was able to grab the gun from him, then pushed him away, and pointed the gun at him. "Did you actually think that I was going to let you do this?"
The door swung open, and Ross and Phoebe hurried in. The three of them had surrounded him. "Its over, Charlie." Ross said, crossing his arms.
Charlie shook his head. "Its not over yet! Not by a long shot!" He glanced at Monica, who was still holding the gun. "I hope you realized what will happen now because you didn't come alone!"
Callie sat by the hospital bed waiting for the others to come back. She had her fingers twined with Chandler's. "Squeeze my hand if you can hear me," she pleaded softly, but sighed when she got no response from him.
She leaned back in her chair, hoping that he would wake up soon. She closed her eyes and dozed off.
Rachel kept checking his pulse to make sure he was still alive while she waited. The main thing was he was still alive, but she wasn't sure for how long. She glanced towards the door where the others had snuck in to. "Joey, hang on, alright? Just a little bit longer. We will get you to the hospital soon, I promise."
She had decided to quickly untie him.
Joey had opened his eyes a slit, and closed them back. He softly murmured something, but she wasn't sure what he had said.
Charlie glanced around the room, searching for a way out, when the door opened and several cops came in. "Your under arrest!" One of them said, then slapping the cuffs on his wrist and cuffing his hands behind his back.
Charlie just laughed. "Yeah, well. He will probably be dead before you can get him to the hospital!" He glared at Monica as they pushed him out of the room.
I couldn't think of a way to end this chapter, so I'll just end it here then. You know the drill: comment, follow, favorite, or all three. Anyways, toodles!
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