Well i have internet again after moving house woop woop, sorry about the last update, have been busy starting my final placement on a palliative care ward last week and had to get used to waking up at stupid o clock in the morning again haha, these next weeks should be easier as i have longer shifts but less days there woo!

Would like to thank Callisto-HK for reading this and getting it back really quick, you're a star.

Enjoy and lemme know what you think!

Chapter 2:Deny Deny Deny

Okay, so, Matt Casey waking up exhausted and cold, wasn't a completely alien situation to him since his job sometime took a lot out of him physically and sometimes his heating would pack in when it got frozen over.

But this was different in two very big almost glaring ways.

One, that it wasn't the usual kind of exhausted that you'd get running into a blazing fire and hauling people out of buildings, though he couldn't say that wasn't there either. It was the kind of drugged, stuff your head with massive amounts cotton wool, type of exhausted you got when you found yourself unfortunately waking up in hospital having had surgery and still on strong painkillers.

Two, the cold wasn't because his heating had decided to stop working again or had frozen over. More it was the chilling breeze that was coming from the open door on the other side of the room that he was currently in and the fact that all he had on was a t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans that he'd left work in. No shirt, jacket or even shoes or socks which was odd.

Flexing his muscles he realised just how odd a situation he was in.

Apart from the stone floor his feet were planted to being freezing cold and making a good attempt at turning his toes into ice cubes, his wrists and ankles were tied firmly with rough rope to the arms and legs of an almost hospital hard type of wooden chair. If he moved even a little the rope would tear a layer of skin off his wrists and ankles, he'd found that out just a second ago when he was flexing and cursed at the tightness of the rope.

His mind was muddled still from whatever he had been given, his short term memory was like a train wreck, bits of what had happened over the last few hours everywhere and not everything making sense. But what he did remember, was that he hadn't been on his own.

Hallie had been in the car with him and he would never forgive himself if something happened to her because of trouble that he'd been mixed up in.

He shouted her name a few times, his anxiety increasing as it received no response.

Where was she?

If he was honest it seemed like he was trapped in a nightmare, everything seemed disconnected and sluggish, even his movements since he had awoken. I mean, he hadn't really seen Hallie smile as he had lost consciousness...had he?

No, he couldn't believe that, that was too irrational. Hallie wouldn't do that...wouldn't be involved in something like this. Maybe he was just getting his memories mixed up.

But then where was she?

And surely if he had been taken captive then they wouldn't leave the door to his escape wide open like they had.

But then, he thought about it a little and wondered if it was meant to be like that to mess with him, making him think that he was so close to escaping but never could.

That hope was futile.

An odd sense of hopelessness was creeping up through his frozen toes, right through to his inner being, increasing his heart rate. Wispy tendrils of fear clung to his skin but he wouldn't let them in because Matthew Casey didn't do scared and weak. He would fight until he couldn't anymore.

Those wispy tendrils took hold stronger, turning into thick ivy vines when he realised just who this could have been when the memory of Curtis fluttered passed his vision.

Voight.

That and nobody would miss him for at least a day or two, when they were next due on shift.

Voight could do a lot of damage in that time, even in prison, the man was probably well connected.

Shaking his head, he tried to clear his foggy vision, whatever he had been given had been strong and didn't agree with him as the nausea he'd been feeling after waking up had increased ten-fold and he felt rather sweaty even though the temperature in the room itself was low.

He cursed himself for not looking after himself properly since Hallie had left again, she'd always warned him about his eating habits and running himself into the ground with work.

The memory of Hallie calling someone and say that she had him invaded his muddled mind. Surely she wouldn't have lead him to this.

But then maybe, he'd lead her to this, trying to force her into something he knew she didn't want. Maybe he'd driven her away to that other country where she'd been vulnerable to the horrible side of people there and it was all his fault for putting her in that position.

Guilt was a familiar friend of his and had been for a long time, and while the rational part of his mind told him that it wasn't his fault that everything had happened, guilt was hardly a rational emotion. Maybe if he was a better person he wouldn't push people away or into to doing something horrible. Maybe, if he'd been a better son all those years ago he wouldn't have...

A loud banging noise in the distance startled him unusually, what in the hell had he been given that had him on edge?

But nothing else happened for the minute after, or even a few minutes after, Casey half expected for footsteps to follow the noise that could have easily been a door being slammed opened or shut, but nothing.

And it was starting to creep him out, he'd faced many hairy situation before, I mean it came with the job, he'd even been trapped in rooms where the entrance had been cut off by falling building or fire.

That he could handle without a problem, but this, this was new even for him.

Then there was another loud bang, and this time it was followed by complete darkness, the dim light swinging on a thin cord that had vaguely illuminated his way out and partially down a dank corridor was now dark.

Leaving the drugs still running around his system and the darkness to mess further with his tired, foggy mind.

Just as his vision was adjusting he thought he felt the air move beside him, causing his tightly bound limbs to scrape against the harsh rope as he tried to move to see what it was.

But this also was futile, he couldn't see a thing so he strained his ears, usung the senses he still had to his advantage.

And he realised, albeit a little late, that the presence that he thought had just moved past him was standing right next to him now.

All he could hear was the breathing of the other person and the sound of his own heart rate beating faster before his head was snapped to the side when a punch to the jaw had him seeing stars and shadows in the darkness that was all encompassing.

He'd been just about to spit out the taste of his own coppery blood when a dirty rag was forced into his mouth, much to his protest and detriment as he received a few more punches to his unprotected mid section, and securely fastened with duct tape.

He was really in trouble here.

The presence still hadn't spoken a word.

And he couldn't see anything through the stifling darkness.

All he could do was hope that Hallie didn't have anything like this happening to her as his mind was still muddled from the drugs and was still allowing him to deny the fact that she had been the last person he had been with and he'd remembered the phone call

He struggled to loosen to ropes but it was no use, anytime he tried now, he would receive a punch to some unprotected area of his body.

The guilt was back, screaming at him that he should have tried harder earlier and filling is head of images of Hallie being in a similar situation.

Not allowing him to see the truth because it would be too hard to handle.

All the compartmentalising ability in the world wouldn't stretch that far, not in his world where Hallie was or had been the one good thing in his life and until he saw evidence to the contrary; then denial was safer.

He felt the eyes of the other presence in the room staring at him and heard laughter, it wasn't a nice sound, not at all.

It was laughing at the turmoil it could see he was in.

Almost as if it knew exactly what he was thinking.

And there was something very wrong about that.

There were only a few people that knew how he thought.

And that didn't leave many options.

It was someone he knew, or that knew how he reacted to this kind of situation.

But it's not like he could ask any questions when he saw who it was.

All he could do was sit there, eyes widened in horror at the person starting back at him through torchlight, making their face look menacing.

His mind was a hive of questions, none with an answer forthcoming.

And for the first time since he'd woken up, the gravity of the situation thickened the vines of fear piercing his skin right through to the core of his being.

He may not make it out of this alive.

Leaving his team without its leader and letting them all down, and it would be completely and totally his fault.

TBC

Okay so sometimes i leave it on cliffies like this...thats warning enough right? So who is this person giving Casey a hard time? Read further to find out ! Please!