Chapter 7. The heart of danger.

The throbbing in her head was awful, yet it didn't help her wake up. The foul taste in her mouth made her want a glass of water. She struggled to get conscious. It wasn't she didn't feel comfortable, on the contrary. She was lying in a soft bed and there was somebody cuddled up to her. Finally Alex managed to open her eyes and look at the person she held in her arms.

"SAM!" she yelled. "What are you doing in my arms, ... eh ... bed?"

"What am I doing in your arms? Waking up like you and getting yelled at!" Sam replied dryly. "Besides, this isn't your bed. We're captured and this is our cell."

Alex looked around. "This isn't a cell, It's a luxurious hotel suite." she concluded.

Sam got out of the bed and walked to the door. "It might look like a hotel suite, but the outside door is locked and so are the windows." She proved by trying to open the door.

Suddenly Alex realised that she and Sam ... She blushed, but she had to know. "How did we end up in the same bed Sam?"

"When we were on the road towards Carrington, you were gassed and before I could react they had captured me. I'm afraid I'm getting rusty. They blindfolded me and drove us towards this destination. They locked us in here, but did give us our bags.

As you were still asleep, I undressed you, dressed you in your pyjamas and put you in bed. Being tired and this is the only bed, I joined you. After all, it isn't the first time we shared a bed during missions or on holidays."

It slowly came back to Alex, how they were driving on a scenic road towards Carrington and a van which overtook them. She hadn't noticed anything awkward, until everything went black for her. She shook her head. Stupid to fall for such a classic trick. It showed they weren't the well oiled team from days gone by. She gingerly came out off her bed, still a bit drugged out, and walked towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower Sam. Maybe it helps to clear my mind. It feels as if I somebody is drilling into my brain." Alex sighed.

Sam smiled comfortingly at Alex, although she didn't feel all too well herself. She'd rather not frighten Alex by telling her what their kidnappers had done.

When Alex finally disappeared in the bathroom, Sam stepped out off her pyjamas and put on her bra and panties. In the mirror she carefully checked out the wounds left by the interrogation she underwent during the past day.

It wasn't a pretty sight. She didn't mind the bruises left by the truncheon much, they would disappear eventually. The burn marks left by the cigarette stubs they used to get her to divulge her secrets on the other hand still hurted. They will probably leave some serious scarsShe wondered what David was going to say when he sees them. Even more how she is going to explain these to David.

Sam was so preoccupied with examining her injuries, she hadn't noticed Alex returning and gawking at Sam's mutilated body.