Hello, hello, hello!!!! Here is another chapter!! This one is a little angsty!!!

"Yesterday" is my favorite Beatles song. I wanted to save this song for a chapter like this. I hope I did it justice...

I hope you enjoy it!!

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Cal and Ben went into the pub and grabbed two seats at the bar. They ordered a round of beer. Cal sat there, just thinking. Oh my goodness. What if I never get Gillian back? What if we find her and it is too late? I don't think I can handle it if I don't get her back. Stop it Cal. That's what Gillian would say. Stop thinking about what could happen and hope for the best. Always the sunny one isn't she. I don't think I could bloody make it without her. Cal turned to Ben and said, "I'm going to go outside. I need some air. If you hear anything, let me know, yeah."

Ben studied Cal and then nodded. Cal got up, grabbed his beer and walked out of the door. He walked towards the alleyway and he took out a cigarette. He lit it and kept thinking. I could not stand to be in there. I felt like I was about to suffocate. Would it be unmanly of me to cry? Yes it would! Let me think… okay, we have a couple of scenarios. She could be alive but captured. She could be hurt with no place to go. Or she could be dead. I hope the first two are the right ones. Don't concentrate on the whole dying part.

Now we know that she was taken by Paul and that he is part of the people in charge of the other murders. It could be someone from the A.O. Club but definitely not Charles. I know him too well. He would never do anything like this, never. But he is in charge of the club… no way; he would not hurt a living sole. Maybe it was his son-in-law, Garry Burton. He is certainly angry enough but my gut tells me he is just angry not murderous. Charles did show that disgust on his face but he was probably thinking of something else. He might know something, though. He might not even know that he knows something. Okay, that just sounds ridiculous. But also saying that Charles is a cold-blooded killer is equally ridiculous. We don't even know if the A.O. Club is even involved. Cal sighed and took a drag from his cigarette.

All I know is that I love Gillian. And I know that she loves me back. I should have never left. I could have protected her. Oh my goodness, maybe they waited for me to leave so that they could kidnap her. They were watching us the whole time. It would make sense. Those fucking bastards! I hope we do find them because I will kill them. That is a promise.

Man, it was just yesterday that everything was going great. I mean less than 20 hours ago, I was about to kiss her. I know she would have kissed me back, especially after that pick-up line. I am amazed with myself that I only came up with it on the spot. I was never good with pick-up lines. I have only ever wanted to use them on her. She was the only one who didn't want to sleep with me the first time we meet. In fact, I have a reason to believe that she hated my guts. I was kind of mean to her, but in a brother kind of way. But then she grew on me, especially after my divorce. She was my rock in a turbulent sea. I don't think I could have survived without her. Then our relationship just grew and grew after that. I see Ben coming out. It looks like he has some news. I hope it is good, I don't think I can handle bad news right now.

Ben walked up to Cal and said, "He man, they have the video of the back alleyway. And great news, we have a license plate number for the person who transported Gillian."

It wasn't Paul, what? "What do you mean the 'person' who transported Gillian? I thought it was Paul who took Gillian."

Ben said, "It was Paul who kidnapped her, which by the way the Met and some agents are on their way to his house. But another person drove Gillian somewhere. The Met and the agents are already checking the street level cameras and surveillance at the A.O. Club to see if they spotted the van. So let's go and watch the film."

Okay, that was great news. We are finally getting somewhere. Gillian, we are on our way to rescue you. Hold tight and stay strong. Cal put out his cigarette and walked with Ben back to the hotel.

***

I can't move. Here I am on the floor, again, and I don't have the strength to move. I don't believe what that dreadful woman said to me. I can't believe it. Cal does love me. I saw it in his face, in his eyes. He loves me, but… he is a good liar. He can lie his pants off and not feel bad. I know him too well. Maybe that dreadful woman is right…

Maybe Cal doesn't love me. That stupid picture of him with the other woman. I my heart of hearts, I want to believe that that picture is a fabrication, a lie. There is the time stamp but that can be changed easily. However I recognize that bar. I have seen it on our way to Channel. There is no way that they made it up. What an asshole! He told me that he loved me and then he is making out with a strange woman. Wait a minute, that woman looks familiar to me. Where have I seen her before? It is on the tip of my tongue. Well, anyways, she is a skank! Did I really just think that? I must be going crazy. When I get out of this hell hole, well if I get out, I will kick Cal Lightman's ass. And then, I will probably kiss him. Oh, Lord, I must be crazy.

It was just yesterday, that we were a 'married couple' doing ordinary 'married couple' things. We got to hold hands and go to dinner and flirt. HA! I was even half naked in front of him. I did that to get back at him for that ridiculous pick-up line. But I do love it. And then we got to go to the London Eye, which was amazing. I almost wish we weren't acting. At some points I know he wasn't acting. I could see and feel the love radiating off of him.

I can't do this! Cal loves me and he will find me, I know it. I have got to keep that hope in me. I can see what they are doing. They are trying to break me down, but I won't fall for that trick. Even if I die, I know I will have Cal's love behind me. They will not win. Get up, Gillian. Gillian got up and walked to the door. She banged on it and said, "You will not win!"

She walked over to the little desk in front of the window. Damn, not only is the window locked but it has bars on it. Not to mention the three story drop. There has got to be something around here to help me get out. She started to look through the desk. Oh my goodness, I cannot believe it! She pulled out a picture of Garry and Alexandria with their daughter. It is the same girl from the photo of Cal. Is it a coincidence? No, it can't be. Did they set him up? If they set him up to cheat then what are they setting up for me? Oh, only heaven knows.

Cal, you need to come quickly. I can only hang on for so much.

The door opened and the same man as before came in. He sneered, "We will win because we are stronger, you little worthless bitch. No one will come to save you now. They never have and they never will. Face it; you are going to die a lonely woman. How pathetic." He slapped her in the face. "You are worth nothing."

Gillian looked defiant, "Well if I am worth nothing, then why do you have me here?" He slapped her again but before he could say anything she yelled, "You are pathetic and I feel bad for you and your little club!" That got her a kick in the stomach and another slap in the face.

He pointed his finger in her face and yelled, "You shut up, you little bitch!" His voice faltered a little, "You are worth nothing." He turned and walked towards the door.

Gillian lifted her badly beaten head and whispered, "You have nothing more to say than 'you are worthless' to me. Well I have news for you," the man paused at the door, "You are worthless to this cause. You are nothing more than a lap dog doing their bidding. And I feel sorry for you." Then she passed out on the floor.

He walked out of the room and sat on a chair. The woman gripped his arm tightly and said, "Don't be tricked by her. Don't take pity on her. She is made to suffer for the common good, yeah?" He nodded. "Good, now go and get Sean for me. I need to meet with him for a while."

The man grumbled but he did what he was told to do. When she wasn't looking, he looked back at the door with concern. He shook his head and walked away to fulfill his duty.


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