SOME IMPORTANT INFO IN HERE! Hello everyone! to address a first issue, Yes my stupid computer some how turned Stockholm into Stalkhome... how does that happen? I will fix it, actually I'm going to be doing some spring cleaning were I go back and replace chapters with better grammar edited ones. So when you see a alert for a replaced chapter ignore it! Well this is personally my favorite chapter the action really picks up and in the next chapter the Whump comes back full swing! So go on and read away!
Anyway thank you for Eliza Ghost for being a amazing beta! Morgo7kc were are you? I am currently writing a WC story with Eliza and it is about what we think is going to happen in the promo ( or what we wish happens) Whump of course!
"I'm going to puke, and I don't care who sees me. And I'm not cleaning it up, either." Peter thought as ERT went through the house inside, Peter sat on the back steps, his head between his knees. Why had he found that? It was too much to handle. Most people would love this, finding a room you saw on tape pristine all blood washed away.
"Sir, we we we, need you to leave us us to our work, you are askkkked to st-step down from the case…" stuttered one of the ERT guys, earnestly eyeing peters gun. He looked up at the poor man who had obviously drawn the short straw. Peter stood up purposely brushing his hand over his unloaded gun ( He had taken the clip out earlier to prevent exactly what this man was thinking.) on the way, making the man flinch.
"I am not leaving this case. I won't even protest this isn't personal because it is. That is what makes me the best for this case is I'm the only one here that actually gives a damn!" Peter was almost screaming now, venom and authority dripping from his voice, "And you can tell that to whoever told you to take me off, but I won't let them get their wish!" Peter yelled.
The ERT man did not take this well and out of fear and intimidation; he shoved Peter back knocking him over the railing of the back steps to fall a good meter down into the brush. Peter heard all the ERT agents freaking out and his agents yelling at the man trying to defend and protect him. Peter tried to stand but stopped when he felt his hand in a wet substance, he looked at his hand to see it had landed in a small pool of blood.
"HEY I GOT SOMETHING!" he yelled
About five agents ran to him and hastily started to take samples, Peter followed the blood trail. "It goes into the woods! Send teams and search dogs!"
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"Checkmate," Said Neal.
"Wipe that smile off your face before I do it for you." Diana muttered in deep thought not even bothering to look up.
"You said that to me… It has been a week right? Well, that's what you said to me the morning in the van."
"The morning before I had a cast and one hundred thirty seven stiches, plus a lot more," Diana said moving her rook.
"At least you weren't shot trying to save your sorry ass," Neal teased.
"At least you didn't almost drown saving Jones's ass." Diana retorted.
As usual the conversation ceased at Jones. They never knew what happened for all they knew he died from his injuries before getting help.
"He is OK, I know it." Diana whispered trying to let her emotions hide.
"Well, we can always watch for him on TV." Neal said turning it on to the news.
The TV was doing the alert again, "we have no update of the FBI agents re-kidnapped from the hospital and the police would like tips if you have seen these agents," as usual Neal's description and picture popped up first thankfully leaving the criminal part out, then Diana's, and then nothing, "The man we are looking for is named Sean Ryker and has a two million bounty on his head, he is highly dangerous and you are advised to stay away. Now these agents were kidnapped twice? That is a heavy one, your opinion Jim?"
Neal turned the channel quickly to the history channel as the door opened and Sean entered with groceries in tow. He opened them and threw the contents at the two, "Lucky charms for the lady, and pop tarts for Neal."
"No coffee?" Neal grumbled.
"I'm feeding you, don't complain."
Diana was too busy picking the marshmallows out of the lucky charms to notice anything was going on.
"Diana!" Neal whispered.
"Yes," she hissed through a mouth full of cereal.
"They didn't show Jones, they found him!"
"But dead or alive is the question."
They sat in silence as Sean sat down to read the newspaper, singing an eerie children's song beneath his breath as Diana ate her marshmallows. Neal sighed and opened his pop tarts taking a bite, knowing he couldn't just sit here and let this happen to them. He would do something and if it came to it die trying. A plan was to be made and he knew just what to do.
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Now it had been hours, little wet drops of rain had started to fall, the sun was setting, and the temperature was dropping dangerously low. It was just that weather that you see on TV when they have someone lost in the woods. Peter had on a rain coat and a backpack with supplies as he lead one of the teams of searchers.
He stepped over another fallen tree to continue into the woods, darkness was now setting in and flashlights were now being pulled out, hope was being lost, even the search dogs had lost any trail long ago.
Peter had gone a little farther ahead of the group as they took a five minuet brake; Peter of course had taken no brakes so far. As he took another step he slipped into a partially dry sticky mass on the ground. Peter groaned not even wanting to get up but stay there forever, he was losing hope fast. He shined his flash light at the ground noticing that the mass had a gloss to it. It was blood he realized for about the hundredth time this week, and again there was a lot of it.
Peter shined his flash light around, his heart pumped in his ears, everything seemed to slow down, he turned once more and there against a tree was a figure, it was too dark to see who but they were slumped over against a tree. Peter ran up and dropped to his knees letting the water on the ground soak his pants.
He gingerly turned the body over taking an intake of breath as he shined the flash light in the man's face. Now everything seemed to speed up into a painful acuteness that filled his body. Jones, it was Jones; his dark skin and now not so bright, dirt covered orange leg cast were unmistakable.
Dirt and injures almost covered his body and he shivered violently giving Peter the thankful sign of life. He looked like he had been dragged to hell and back, then to hell again just to make sure he was thoroughly in the worst shape possible.
Peter took the syringe filled with a dose of antidote out of his pocket and stabbed it into Jones's upper arm, Jones himself didn't even stir. Peter called out, "I have some one! I need medical ASAP!"
As the EMT's that had ventured into the woods with him can running up behind him with a portable stretcher they put down. They reached for Jones but Peter put out a hand knowing from Jones's previous reactions that having the EMT's pick him up was not the best idea.
"Hey buddy," said Peter turning back to Jones, trying to be calming and comforting as he slipped one hand under his legs and one under the limp man's back." He lifted him and placed him as delicately as possible on the stretcher (Witch was not very graceful for Jones almost weighed as much as Peter but It would have to do).
The EMT's who had called in an air evac. Started to the nearest opening for the helicopter to land. Peter Just took Jones's hand and continued to try to make sure that he wasn't scared, it was the least he could do, "It's going to be ok, your safe now, nothing can hurt you Jones, everything is ok, just stay with us Clinton, please just stay, please."
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"Diana, Diana, Diana, DIANA!" The little annoying whisper was in her ear.
"Gahhhh," she moaned and pulled her pillow over her head.
"Diana, are you awake?" There it was again and it was going to get punched if it didn't shut up.
"NO." She whispered back.
"Well wake up now!" The sheets were ripped from her and the pillow dragged off her head. She looked up with a glare of anger then confusion as she saw Neal standing above her.
"If he finds you out of your room, he will hurt you!" Diana hissed.
"I know, but this couldn't wait," Neal pulled a crumpled piece of newspaper out of his pocket of his jeans...wait, why was he wearing jeans in the middle of the night? She didn't know but really was too interested in what on earth Neal was holding.
"Look," he whispered taking seat on the edge of her bed.
The Title of the article read, "Missing FBI agent found, two still missing, the kidnapper still at large."
"Peter found him!" Diana exclaimed.
"I know, that's why I'm here, that and I figured out what Sean wants us for!"
"Wait slow down and start at the beginning!"
"Ok, ok… So it all started an hour ago. I think it was 1 am…"
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Neal lay in bed unable to sleep in his tiny room; he glanced at the tightly sealed walls and bared windows. It was definitely like a prison.
Sean had shoved them in their rooms about an hour ago, and Neal could hear the young man's steady breathing through the wall.
"How could a monster like that do human things that made him seem so normal? How could a monster be that young?" Neal shivered at the thought.
It didn't matter now what Sean was doing as long as it was sleeping. Neal listened for one more minuet before slipping out of bed.
He imagined he was an odd sight fully dressed in the middle of the night, with the lack of sneakers of courses. He had only a flashlight, it wasn't much but it had to do.
He turned on the flashlight letting it softly illuminate the room; Neal turned to the small mirror in his room and took a deep breath while getting his composure together. His minor cuts and bruises had healed due to the lack of abuse he was getting lately, his shoulder still burned and the stiches on his stomach were still there but he wasn't in bad shape over all.
Neal silently slipped two paper clips out of his pockets, placing the flashlight between his teeth as he started on the lock. "Left, right, up, left, bend back, feel the pins, right, and… done!" Neal silently opened the latch on the door thankful that it slid open with ease.
He tiptoed into the main room and looked around for the newspaper Sean was reading, and quickly flipped through until he got to the page he wanted and with a leap in his heart as he read he removed the section. Then he began to move toward Diana's room when he tripped face first.
He lay there for a minuet making sure the sound didn't wake anyone before realizing he was in one part of the room his shackle didn't reach. He felt the ground and found a hinge, were there was a hinge a door exists. Neal felt around more until BINGO! A latch, he put the flashlight back in his teeth before opening it and crawling in.
The hole was large enough to be bigger than the house, and inside was what Neal feared. He saw the blueprints he feared and the around that parts of a bomb that needed assembly.
He now understood what Sean's genius plan was, he was waiting for Stockholm syndrome to set in before using Neal, using Neal to build the bomb and he knew Diana fit in there somewhere but he would have to figure out her role later. Neal searched the place for a good half an hour after that but had no luck.
Neal climbed the stairs again and went to break into Diana's room.
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"So that's what happened!" Neal exclaimed his excitement was barely containable his voice was straining above a whisper.
"We were playing right into his trap," Diana added thoughtfully, She was now sitting up her legs crossed, thinking intently.
"Diana you have to get out of here and find Peter, he needs you for something, but I don't know what. Diana, you should run now!"
"Unfortunately nobody will be going anywhere." The cool voice drifted across the room freezing the two in terror. Neal scrambled back falling of his perch on the edge of the bed. Diana flung her body out of bed to stand in front of Neal who had fallen on his ass and was sitting in shock.
"Sit," Sean commanded his voice like shards of glass.
Diana didn't budge; Neal was in so much shock he didn't even attempt to stand again.
"NOW," Sean hissed marching forward.
"What are you going to do?" Diana asked trying to keep the image of Stockholm syndrome that they had been working so hard at keeping up.
Sean walked forward and grabbed Diana's wrist. Neal could see that she was fighting the urge to beat the living crap out of him, but she kept her composure and sat.
Sean looked at her for a second before taking a pair of handcuffs that were in his jeans pocket and attaching her wrists around the bed post.
"What?" Diana asked anger somewhat flaring in her voice.
Sean ignored her before taking some duct tape, and before she could react, stuck it over her mouth. Then he went over to were Neal sat. He grabbed Neal's shirt and dragged him off the ground. He smiled before drawing back his fist and making solid contact with Neal's head.
Neal went reeling, he heard Diana's composure slip as she began to scream at Sean, but the words were muffled by duct tape and far away. He felt himself being pulled out the door and into Sean's room. He was thrown onto a chair and was helpless as his hands and feet were zip tied in place and the bedroom door was slammed shut, closing out all sounds of Diana's hopeless attempts to free herself.
Sean sat down on the bed across from Neal. Neal had a look of fear on his face and was starting to sweat, Sean just smiled and pulled out a long knife from the table beside him. He held the knife up and began to twirl it in his hands.
"So, Neal," Sean said concentrating his deadly green eyes on the knife that spun in his fingers, "I think we need to talk."
OHHH! hope you liked it I know I'm torturing you with this cliff hanger! on another note there is a poll on my page about what I should write next would love some feedback! as always happy holidays and am I the only one stopping counting down the days to Hanukkah/ Christmas/ new years and am waiting for White Collar instead? THe new White Collar comercial is amazing here is a link! LOVE YOU ALL! Emma
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