The Colonel's Daughter

Well, it seems I'm a writing machine and churning out another chapter. Anyways I hope you enjoy this particular chapter as it mainly involves Casey, Morgan, Alex, and Ring Agent Vicent Smith. The intensity and action of the story are picking up. If you like reading this story please by all means leave a comment. As I've said before, reviews are awesome!

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Casey's Apartment
12:15 a.m.
April 13th, 2010

"Leave her out of this." he growled gritting his teeth. "It's me you want not her."

In that instant, he quickly heads towards his computer quickly punching in a few key strokes and afterwards presses the enter key. He stands there leaning down holding the phone with his right hand to his ear narrowing his eyes at the computer screen. Whatever Casey has done it seems by the look on his face that he's accomplished what he set out to do. He then leans back up with a look of absolute intensity shooting out from within his eyes.

"Tell me Colonel what is she to you?" he inquired.

"That's none of your damn business." he gruffly stated. "You're dealing with me and only me you got that." added the pissed off father.

I was wrong. Those are the three words that kept ringing in his head after telling his teammates that he wasn't going to strike again after his unsuccessful attempt earlier Saturday morning at he and Jayne's place of business. It was merely an assumption that ended up not only getting his daughter in his grimy clutches, but quite possibly the bearded little bastard Morgan as well.

"Indeed I am Colonel." he stated back. "You see, you are going to do what I say or Alex and the gentlemen named Morgan I believe his name is will meet there untimely fate." calmly stated Smith.

Damn it! The asshole does have Morgan after all. He should have gone against his better judgment and stayed in order to keep watch over her daughter. The veteran agent shouldn't have listened to those two dimwits to begin with and now Morgan and his daughter are being used as bargaining chips in order to get him to do their bidding, which at this point he has no choice but to adhere to his demands.

It's in that moment, Casey tells himself that he must keep his composure and stay calm for Alex's sake. He doesn't want to fly off the handle and reveal who she really is to him and if he does that then Smith has him in the palm of his hand. As much as he wants to reach through the phone and strangle the life out of him, he's going to listen to the instructions that Smith will give him over the phone.

"Quit your yapping and just tell me what you want me to do." grunted the NSA agent.

"Cooperative and straight to the point. Very good Agent Casey." he said. "You know the importance of what's at stake if you don't comply don't you?" added Smith.

The pained scowl painted on Casey's face says it all. The situation has gone critical in his mind and every move he makes has to be crucial because the life of his daughter and unfortunately Morgan's is hanging in the balance. For right now, he has to go in alone but he know that Chuck, Sarah, and Travis will locate him but it all hinges on the one person he knows will notify his teammates…Jayne.

She knows full well how he has been feeling and if he has any indication of the type of woman she is she will stop by tomorrow for their early morning run together. It's always been a routine with her and now she has a running buddy who will not only keep up but will be able to have a conversation with. To him, the routine they share together will inevitably help him so she can contact the rest of the team.

"I do." Casey firmly stated. "Where do you want me to go?" he asked.

"There is a warehouse at the corner of 2nd and Alvarado." Smith said. "My men will meet you outside and then they will escort you inside." he added with a hint of arrogant smugness in his voice.

"Then what?"

"That's for me to know and for you to find out Colonel." he replied back.

What are you 8 years old Casey thinks to himself? To Agent Smith, he considers the whole situation a game in which he has the important pieces in his possession. However, for Casey he doesn't consider this a game at all or see his daughter or Morgan for that matter play pieces in order to make him jump for his twisted pleasure. By hell or high water he's going to get the both of them back even if it means he dies in the process.

"How do I know I can trust you." questioned the Colonel.

There is a brief moment of silence on the other end of the line leaving Casey considerably restless as he waits for his response. The seconds seem like hours but then he hears his voice once again. "You can't." he answered as the end of the line shuts off.

Casey doesn't have time to let what he said sink in because he has to act fast. He immediately closes his phone and leans down to press the enter button once again. A few seconds later, he steadily types away narrowing his eyes at the screen in front of him then stops. After looking at whatever is on screen for a brief moment a hint of grin appears as he places his cell phone in front of the computer.

He then takes a pen, a post it note, and then writes a message down for Jayne to read. It is pivotal that Jayne reads this because if she doesn't decide to come then Chuck, Casey, and Sarah are one less team member short he thinks to himself. So much is at stake and right now he's going into this blindly and without any backup whatsoever. He retracts the last words he said because he's not necessarily going into the situation without backup per say.

The NSA agent walks over to the corner of his living room and presses a button leading to a cache of concealed weapons to be revealed. He reaches in and retrieves his favorite gun a black M1911 pistol with single stack frames and attached laser sight. He quickly pulls back the handle and before leaving he stops to glance at the picture of the late President Ronald Reagan sitting on the table beside his chair. He softly grunts, salutes the photo, and then heads out.

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Dark Semi-lit Room Within The Ring Base
12:30 a.m.
April 13th, 2010

Its pitch black and a voice is heard within the darkness. It starts off very faint but it progressively becomes more pronounced as the name being called out echoes in the distance. The voice becomes a bit more distinguished to make out as it appears to be female in nature and upon doing so sporadic flickers are light are seen but they're unfortunately blurry.

The flickers of light come much faster to where the blurry images he sees are gradually becoming clearer. As that happens, the name being called out can be somewhat understood due the female voice hollering it loud and clear causing the man in questions to shake him out of his temporary slumber. "Morgan!" hollered out Alex.

"Alex?" replied a disoriented Morgan. He shakes the cobwebs out of his head after being shot in the neck by somebody. The last thing he remembers was standing at the door of Alex's apartment about ready to kiss her goodnight then everything went black after that. "What happened?"

"I don't know?" she frantically stated back. Alex is tied to a chair with her wrists strapped to the arms of the chair, upper torso and feet tied as well. She is facing the opposite way from Morgan who is right behind her and tied the same way she is. "Are you okay? The last thing I remember was you about to kiss me and when I opened my eyes you were on the ground."

"That must have been some kiss…" he retorted back with a mix of frightened and nervous laughter. "…because I didn't feel a thing." added Morgan.

"Come on Morgan. This is serious." she said glancing over her shoulder. The fear in her voice that Morgan can clearly hear is evident.

It's in that moment, Morgan knows that joking around isn't what is need at this particular time. Unfortunately, that is how he deals with situations where a person is scared by making jokes in attempts to make people laugh. However, when it comes to this situation he has no idea what is going on or how to even comfort Alex being tied up in a chair facing the other direction.

As he sits there, he looks around to try to get a clearer visual of the room they are currently in. He can't make out much because it basically concealed in darkness and the light above him makes it hard for him to figure out where they are exactly at. As much as he knows she's scared, he is equally as scared but he doesn't to show in the presence of Alex because he needs to be strong for her.

"I know." he quickly responded glancing over his left shoulder in order to try a glimpse of her. "I'm sorry. It's just that I really don't know what to do or what to say right now."

"You don't have to do or saying anything." she replied back with tears streaming down her face. "As long as I know you're with me and that is all that counts." said Alex.

"Me too." he replied back. If it weren't for the two of them being tied up facing the opposite way Alex wouldn't have been able to see the grin on his face when she said that. In that brief moment sitting there, he thinks back on the past 6 days he's had the most awesome time with her and even though he was told by Chuck not to fall for her too quickly he has. He has always heard the saying don't let life pass you by because there are few moments in life you can't slip through your fingers and even though this may be a bad time to bring it up he's not letting this moment slip by him. "Alex, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." she sniffed.

"I know this is a bad time to ask this being that we're both tied up and all." he stated glancing over his right shoulder. He takes a deep breath and psyches himself up to ask the question. "I don't know about you but I had a great time on our date. As matter of fact it's not just our date but the last 6 days have been absolutely awesome." added Morgan. "I know it didn't start off well with you spilling hot tea all over me…"

"Morgan!" she hollered in order to get his attention.

"Hmm." he replied looking over his left shoulder.

"You're babbling." she retorted with a grin on her face. "Just tell me what you want to say."

It's now or never he thinks to himself. "Look, I don't know if we're going to make it or not…" He pauses shaking his head staring out with that sentence but continues on. "…but I would like to ask you if would be my girlfriend. You don't have to answer right away just throwing it out there." he said with hope in voice.

"Morgan…" Alex pauses causing Morgan to freak out as he wonder what her answer is but if he was able to turn around and to look at her she would see that she is brimming with joy by the smile on her face. "…I would be glad to be your girlfriend."

"Really?" he replied with astonishment.

"Really really? Alex replied back glancing over her right shoulder.

"I would hug you right now but unfortunately I'm tied to a chair at the moment." he joking said.

"I think I can forgive you for that." she softly stated.

As she says that, a door opens causing them to squint because of the bright light shining in their eyes. After their eyes adjust to the light they see a dark silhouetted figure standing at the doorway leading Morgan to take the initiative get the answers they both need. "Who are you and why are we tied up?" he asked.

"Who I am and why you're here is irrelevant." he stated. "Just know you're serving a greater purpose in all this." said Smith stepping forward revealing his face in the light.

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Dark Semi-lit Room Within The Ring Base
12:40 a.m.
April 13th, 2010

"What greater purpose?" Alex wondered in disbelief. "This is crazy." she added.

Alex and Morgan watch as the man standing at the doorway walks towards them and as he does the door closes shut. He stands at the edge of the light that is surrounding the both them leading him to be somewhat masked in the darkness. It's scary, ominous, and not to mention absolutely unsettling from where they are sitting causing the two of them to be greatly concerned.

"I assure you I am not crazy my dear." he answered slowly circling the two of them like a Bengal Tiger circling its prey.

"Look dude…" Morgan said glancing over his right shoulder in order to try see the seemingly scary figure. "…if this is a practical joke we're not laughing at all." he added with nervous smile on his face.

Morgan truly wished that it is a practical joke and the mastermind behind the whole thing is his best friend Chuck. They have pulled pranks on each other before in middle school and in high school but nothing this elaborate on such a grand scale. Unfortunately, he doesn't think his lanky best friend is capable of doing something like this, especially when he's with a woman who just agreed to be his girlfriend.

The newly formed couple watch as Smith disappears into the dark leading the two of them to hear the sound of footsteps on the hard tile floor. To not be able to see him but know that their abductor is in the room with them makes the situation they're experiencing even more intense as the seconds tick by. As they try to locate the man in the darkness by the sound of his footstep they suddenly hear his voice once again.

"This isn't a practical joke Morgan." he said.

Upon hearing his name, his eyes widen and eyebrows raise up. "How…how…" he said frantically searching within the darkness. "…how do you know my name?"

"Again don't concern yourself on how I know that your name is Morgan and your name my dear is Alex." replied Smith.

The same expression that Morgan gave when hearing his name being called is on Alex's face as well. She too starts searching within the darkness in order to get in order to get more information from they captor. "Why are you doing this to us?" she pleaded.

"You two are just the bait in order to lure someone here." he firmly stated in the darkness.

"Someone?" questioned Morgan with a look of disbelief. "Listen man, whatever your issues you have with this person its between you and him. Leave us out of it." he quickly stated.

"I'm afraid I can't do that." responded Smith. Alex and Morgan continue to hear his footsteps within the darkness. He is actually enjoying the fact that he's causing them to become very afraid in not knowing where he exactly is within the room. "You see, you two play a pivotal role in my plan and as of right now it's working to perfection."

In that instance, Alex interjects her own thought into the mix asking him a question. "Who are you? Some wannabe villain that has seen too many James Bond movies?" she inquired.

The questions Alex asks causes both she and Morgan to hear laughter echoing within the room. After a few seconds of it, he responds back. "Funny." he answered. "I am not some made up fictitious character that is here merely for a suspenseful movie plot to further the story by any means. This is real and I intended to use you two to my advantage." firmly stated Smith.

"Use us?" wondered Morgan. The bearded man once again scans the entire room looking over his right should and then left in order to locate the man. There is a bit of hesitancy to ask his question bit he does anyway because he wants to know even though he doesn't want to hear the man's answer. "Are you going to kill us?" questioned Morgan with some hesitance pertaining to the last two words he said.

The question Morgan asks unsettles Alex causing her to become even more concerned than she already is. Her attention concerning Morgan's questions is suddenly broken when the man within the darkness responds. "If need be." he stated. "It's up to The Colonel and how cooperative he is." added Smith.

"The Colonel?" said Morgan with a look of absolute confusion. "Are you serious? All this for his secret herbs and spices?"

"Morgan!" Alex immediately gets his attention in order stop him from joking around at a time like this. "I don't think he's talking about the guy pictured on the KFC box. He's talking about an actual Colonel as in the military." she added.

"Oh." responded Morgan. "I'm sorry that I was joking again. It's just…"

Alex interjected. "I know." she softly replied looking over her right shoulder.

"How sweet." Smith responded. "It's such a damn shame that the both of you may not make it out alive when all this ends." he replied.

"Look, I don't know who The Colonel is and why you two have some kind of vendetta against him but please…" Alex pleaded in order to get to the man's humanity. "…let the two of us go." she said shaking her head as a few tears stream down her cheek.

Upon saying that, they both see Smith emerge from the shadows and hover over the two of them. The look in emanating from his eyes as they narrow down towards them causes a shiver to travel up their spine briefly staring into them. "Sorry, can't do that." he stated. As he says that. Alex and Morgan hear a phone ringing. They watch as the scary man takes out a phone but its nothing they have ever seen before as its black and circular. He answers it placing it to his left ear. "Yeah." stated Smith. The couple watch as a sly sinister grin appears on his face. After a few seconds he hangs up placing the phone back in his pocket. "It seems our guest The Colonel is approaching." he added staring down at the young couple sitting tied up before him.

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Warehouse - Corner of 2nd and Alvarado
12:55 a.m.
April 13th, 2010

The burly NSA agent slowly approaches the warehouse. As he does, he experiences a heightened state of awareness as he scans all around the area all-the-while having his right hand on his weapon that is currently in the passenger seat beside him. He can feel his heart beating faster and the adrenaline pumping within his veins as he slowly approaches the semi lit warehouse several feet away.

So many thought are running through his mind at this point one of them being the condition of his daughter. He hopes to God that she isn't injured in just the physical or mental sense, but emotional as well. The veteran agent with years of experiences under his belt knows all too well how ruthless The Ring are evident by the fact they tried to kill his former fiancé. The Ring will stop at nothing to acquire what they most want, which in this particular case is him.

Casey finally approaches the front of the warehouse but doesn't see the welcome committee Smith promised. That doesn't cause him to relax any as his body becomes even more tense to the point where he grips the weapon he's holding in his right hand even tighter as he places it on his lap. After putting the car in park he grabs a flashlight from glove box.

He then slowly gets out, walks towards the front of the Crown Vic turns a quick right and heads into the open entrance. As he slowly makes his way forward, he holds the flashlight in his left hand placing it underneath his right wrist attached to his right hand that tightly grips his M1911 weapon aimed directly in the darkened entrance. He continues to make his way towards the entrance inch by inch.

When he reaches the front entrance he immediately hugs against the metal entrance ready to enter. Casey takes a deep breath and then immediately peers in flashing the light in all areas of the interior of the building, which seems to be empty from what he can see. However, being the seasoned veteran that he is he doesn't let his guard down one bit when it comes to the sight of a seemingly empty warehouse, especially in the dark.

As he approaches another opening he sees a reddish light of some sort emanating from within that room. He cautiously creeps towards the opening and stops just mere inches from it. He quickly peeks out taking a quick scan of the area and from what he can tell there is some sort of working soda machine. He peeks out once again to see the name from the safety of the entrance…Dr. Jibb.

In that instance, Casey moves in heading directly for the soda machine and at the same time he does keeps a watchful eye on any approaching intruders that might be sneaking up behind him from within the darkness. After a few seconds he reaches the said soda machine but doesn't know what to do next. He scans the front, side, back, and inevitably presses the buttons but nothing happens causing absolute frustration on his part.

In his frustration. He slams both his fists with flashlight, as well as gun still clutched against the front façade of the soda machine. He then leans forward placing both fist on the soda machine and leans forward while hanging his head because he thinks its all been a while goose chase in order to piss him off more. It's most definitely working he thinks to himself as he bites the bottom lip restraining himself from cursing out loud within the seemingly abandoned building.

After shaking his head in disgust, he turns around and when he does he suddenly hit with 50,000 volts of electricity causing him to convulse to where he slams against the soda machine. It takes a few moments but he slowly goes down dropping to the ground in a seated position. The last thing he sees before he blacks out is the blurry image of several dark figures approaching with flashlights and then total darkness.

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