Chapter 19

"We've got to get out of here," said Brad frantically. "I've got to get to Jack!" He shook the bars of the cell, hoping they were loose enough to get out but they weren't.

"We will," said Bryan and took out a master key. "I got this off the table before we went outside. I'm glad they didn't search me." He grinned and unlocked the door. Brad took off up the stairs followed by Bryan and Tony.

"Jack!" said Bryan fearfully running inside and over to his brother. He checked him for a pulse then breathed a sigh of relief when he found one. "We need to move him to the clinic now!" he said. Tony and Bryan nodded and took the cuffs off of his hands. They carried him down to the treatment area.

"Jack," said Brad. "You with me?" He groaned and opened his eyes. "What happened? I don't feel right." he said.

"I know. I'll explain later. Right now I need to give you some Narcan." Jack nodded fully understanding that if Brad had to use Narcan it meant that they had given him an overdose. Brad drew it up in a syringe and delivered it to his brother.

"Now," he said. "You should be okay." Jack nodded.

"Just sleep okay," said Brad and smiled because he had already started to close his eyes again.

"Shit!" said Brad angrily.

"You okay?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, I am now," replied Brad.

"Okay. You stay with Jack. We're going to see if we can find out anything." Brad nodded.

"Bryan, what is it," asked Tony when he saw his partner staring out the clinic door.

"I was just thinking. Doesn't Langston have a place in the mountains somewhere?" Tony tried to think. It seemed like he'd heard that before but he couldn't remember where or from whom it came from.

"It seems like I've heard that before," said Tony. "It's kind of isolated right?"

"Yeah. It's the perfect place to keep a person or persons," said Bryan. Tony looked at his partner. They both had the same thought.

"Brad stay here with Jack. We're going to the station and looking at Langston's profile. We may be able to find Dean or at least where they've taken Sam." Brad nodded,

"Be careful," he said.

"We will. You too. If you need us call. Don't drop your guard. The kidnappers aren't anywhere near finished with any of us. Call us if you need us. We'll be back as soon as we can."

"I will," said Brad. Tony and Bryan left. They pulled up to the station 45 minutes later and went straight to there desks. They worked feverishly, both of them thinking the same thing. That neither Sam nor Dean had a whole lot of time left. They were worried about both of them but especially Sam just because of the psychological torture the kidnapper was putting him through.

"I got it," exclaimed Tony holding up the paper with Langston's address on it.

"Good," said Bryan. "Let's go." He and Tony ran out and jumped in their car. They arrived at the address two hours later. They pulled up to a cape cod looking home. There were three cars in the driveway. One of them was the car that they'd put Sam in. Bryan looked at Tony.

"Sam's here," he said. Tony nodded in agreement. Both detectives drew their guns and walked cautiously to the back of the large house and up onto the wrap around porch. Slowly they opened the door and peered inside. They didn't see anybody so they both entered.

"I'll go this way," said Tony pointing in the direction of the back of the house. Bryan nodded and headed to the rooms at the front of the house.

Tony slowly made his way to the back of the house. He started looking in all the rooms. He saw Sam in the third one. He was on the bed, unconscious. He couldn't believe that he had on a straight jacket. He saw the rope around his ankles. He shook his head. This was not going to be fun, he thought.

Carefully Tony made his way over to where Sam lay. He took a deep breath and touched him. Sam jumped and came up fast.

"It's okay Sam. It's me," said Tony. Sam relaxed a little. Tony looked at his young friend.

"What the hell did they do to you?" he asked. Sam didn't answer. Tony saw the bruises all over his face and the black eye. He saw the busted lip and became angry.

"Come on," said Tony and reached out to touch him again but Sam kicked him back.

"Stay away from me!" yelled Sam. Tony stared and raised his hands palms out.

"Easy Sam," said Tony. "It's me. Tony." Sam shook his head and looked again. "Sorry." he said. "I'm trying." Tony nodded.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Sam looked at Tony and nodded. "Okay now I need to take the straight jacket off. Okay?" Sam nodded again and Tony walked over to him and undid it, then he untied Sam's feet. Sam stood up and knocked a box off the bed. He hadn't noticed it was there. It looked like the other two he had received. He dreaded opening it up but picked up off the floor anyway.

"Don't open it Sam," said Tony. Sam looked at his friend. He took off the ribbon and opened the box. His legs couldn't hold him and he fell. Tony caught him. "Sam," he said. He looked in the box.

"Oh God," said Tony. Inside the box was the small toe off of a foot. Sam began to shake uncontrollably again.

"Sam," said Tony. "Take it easy."

"They cut off his toe!" yelled Sam. "What kind of animals are we dealing with!"

"It's probably not his Sam. Stay calm. Stay with me okay. Come on. Let's get you out of here." Sam nodded and put the box down. They both made their way back to the front of the house to get Bryan. They braced themselves back against the wall whey then heard footsteps. Tony had his gun drawn.

The two gunmen walked right past them but didn't see either one of them, or so they thought. Sam jumped when his cell phone rang. He couldn't remember him getting it back. Tony jumped to, the ring scaring them both to death. Sam looked at Tony. He knew who it was. Apparently this was just another part of the mind games Nemesis liked to play. Sam sighed and answered it on the third ring.

"I'm here," he said.

"Good," said Nemesis. "Walk into the study." Sam did as he was told. Tony followed. He already knew this had been a trap. Sam opened the door and stepped inside. Jason and Mike both had Bryan on his knees, hands on his head. Both had guns pointed right at him.

A third gunman walked up to Tony and took away his gun, then shoved him against the wall face first and searched him.

"Tell Tony to take off his jacket," said Nemesis.

"He wants you to take your jacket off." relayed Sam. Tony did as he was told and the third gunman took it and removed the cuffs from one of the pockets. He cuffed his hands behind his back. One of the others jerked Bryan to his feet and did the same. Bryan removed his jacket and the gunman cuffed his hands behind him. They shoved him over to stand with his partner.

Langston walked inside the room and over to Sam. He took the phone from him and held it to his ear. "We have them sir," he said.

"Excellent," said Nemesis. "How did Sam like the gift?" Langston looked at the young hunter. "He didn't like it very much I'm afraid." said the detective.

"That's a shame," said Nemesis and laughed. "Separate Tony and Bryan. I don't won't either one of them to be able to communicate with the other. Bring Sam to me."

"Yes sir," said Langston ending the call. He walked up to Tony and sneered.

"You son of a bitch!" said Tony dangerously. Langston grinned. He walked over to the fireplace and picked up a bat, then walked back over and hit Tony hard in the stomach with it, and then, when Tony fell, he hit him in the back.

"Tony!" yelled Bryan and Sam. Bryan started to get up.

"Don't!" yelled Jason. Sam took off running toward the man but Langston hit him in the face, snapping his head back. Blood poured from Sam's nose. Langston turned toward Jason. "I want Tony with me," he said.

"Yes sir," said Jason and pulled Tony back up to his feet shoving him toward the door.

"Wait!" yelled Bryan. "Where the hell are you taking him?" Langston got in his face. "Some place where you can't get to him," he said. "Take him!"

"No wait!" said Bryan, but they left, taking Tony with them.

Mike shoved Bryan in the opposite direction and out a side door. Langston walked up to Sam and glared at him. One of the other guards came up beside him and pulled his gun.

"Turn around Sam," said Langston. Sam did as he was told. He was afraid not to. Langston cuffed his hands back behind him.

"What are you going to do to my friends," he asked.

"Whatever I want," answered Langston.

"Please don't hurt them," begged Sam.

"Get him back in the trunk." Langston ordered, ignoring Sam's pleas. "Nemesis wants to see him." Sam swallowed as they shoved him out the front door and over to the car. They opened the trunk and once again he was forced inside.

"What about the two doctors," said one of the gunmen?

"It's been taken care of." said Langston and slammed the trunk lid, locking Sam inside.