Chapter 5

By Demetrius Hit Gravity & Blossomingwords

"Breathe next to me. And I will capture a piece of your soul along with mine."
―Marikit dR. Camba

A/N: So we left this on a cliff-hanger last time. What do you reckon will happen? Well read on and we hope you like it!

Amanda held up both her hands, her left holding the gun. "No need to be hostile." She sent a quick look to Olivia, who still had a gun to her head. The blonde took the clip out of her weapon and set it on the floor, being careful with her moves. Everything she's been trained to do in these situations seemed to leave her mind in an instant.

"You too." The unidentified man said as he jammed the gun further in Olivia's head, making her hiss slightly. Olivia followed suit. He grabbed both clips and guns off the ground quickly before saying, "A bunch of noisy cops. It's a shame you all can't just mind your business."

"We aren't trying to cause any trouble." Olivia said quietly.

"So you just go around searching buildings without a warrant for what? Fun?" He scoffed.

Before either could answer the man dragged them further into the building, it looked as trashed as the rest of the place apart from a group of chairs sat at a table. The man grabbed some lights that hung above the bar and tied the pair to the chairs.

"Tying us up with Christmas lights…classy." Amanda muttered. The man turned back to face her and raised his gun to her face.

"Anymore smart comments and you'll be finding yourself in a body bag sooner than you can say cop!"

Amanda pursed her lips and watched as the man pulled out his cell phone.

"Look if you just let us go now we'll leave you alone." Olivia lied through her teeth. The man looked up and laughed before walking over to the brunette.

"Really sweetheart? You think I'm going to believe anything a cop says do you?" He raised his gun and used it to stroke the older woman's cheek ahead of using the back of the gun to strike the side of Olivia's face.

"No! LEAVE HER ALONE!" Amanda screamed, struggling under her restraints.

"What fun is that?" He smirked. The blonde still struggled to find a way out of this situation as she watched him continue to do something on his cell phone. The bruise on Olivia's face had already started forming, it made Amanda just want to shoot the bastard dead then and there.

But for her own life, and more importantly Olivia's, she stayed quiet and tried to work a plan out in her head. The unknown man began speaking into the phone, definitely not English, and from his tone, he sounded pleased.

His gaze lingered back on Amanda once he ended his call. Amanda swore if looks could kill, she'd be 6 feet under. She took her own eyes off of him and focused back on Olivia. The brunette seemed slightly out of it. There was a small stream of blood making a path down the side of her face. As a way to remain conscious, Olivia began counting in her mind. Seemingly stupid, but it was better than nothing.

The man walked in front of Amanda and kneeled down in front of her. "Now what am I going to do with you?" He stroked her face, much to the disappointment of the junior detective.

"What do you want from us?" Amanda asked moving her head away, her girlfriend never leaving her eye sight.

"Want from you? I haven't decided yet. But either way you're not going to like it." He laughed again this time contemplating all of the things he could do to them without being caught.

"You know when they find us they'll…" Amanda's threat was cut short by a door opening at the front of the bar.

The man looked up and then back to the two detectives, "We're closed!" He shouted and before long an answer was called back.

"We know! Why do you think we're here?"

Olivia sat forward, all thoughts of pain were gone from her mind and she whirled around to look at Amanda. The blonde was thinking the same thing, her eyes had widened and fear had suddenly started to creep its way in.

"Indian." The brunette spoke; the one word had just changed the whole situation. A flip switched in their minds and they knew they were royally screwed, before long the footsteps grew closer and a pair entered the room.

"Of course I know you're closed Luca why else would I be here? Anyway, the next shipment's coming in Tuesday so all I'm gunna say is you need to be…" The woman looked over and saw the detectives tied to the chairs. "What are they doing here?"

"We're just having some fun, that's all." Luca smirked as he looked between the three woman.

Nadia tilted her head to the side slightly and pinched the bridge of her nose with confusion and slight frustration. "And you tied them up with Christmas lights?"

"You got a better idea?" Luca asked.

"Yeah, there's thing called rope. You should try it one day." Nadia bypassed Luca and walked over behind Amanda and Olivia. The pair had been watching Nadia and Luca banter with utter confusion. Olivia immediately felt like this was her fault.

"You two should really learn to mind your own business." Nadia said from behind them. Luca seemed to watch intently, still with a smirk on his face. Amanda didn't like where this was going; she didn't like it at all.

When Nadia came back into view of the detectives, Olivia realized how extremely bad this situation was. Nadia was no longer wearing a scarf around her head, or even the same outfit. Long black locks of hair flowed down her back.

"What shipment?" Olivia muttered out. The fact they could kill her at any moment wasn't going to stop her cop mode.

"That's need to know detectives." Nadia answered, her tone sounding innocent.

"So you're not Islamic, are you even Indian?" Olivia countered.

Nadia laughed at the two. "Why the sudden change in topic, Olivia? Or do you prefer Liv?"

How did these two know so much? Olivia eyes widened as she asked another question, "How do you know my name?"

"We have access to every database on the East Coast. It wasn't hard." Luca answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh yeah because everyone has that nowadays!" Amanda's southern sarcasm cut through the air and it earned her a slap across the face from Nadia. The younger woman winced slightly at the pain but continued to frustrate them, "So what's the deal here? She your boss or somethin'?"

The question was directed at Luca but this time he didn't answer, he didn't get a chance as Nadia cut in once again only to say "That's not actually any of your business now is it detective?"

"Yeah but I'm curious. In every business there's always a boss, always a leader. Even if you're 'business associates' there's always one that thinks they're better than the other. So which one are you?" The blonde stared at the Indian woman while she reached out and stroked the side of Olivia's hand that was tied behind her. This effort to comfort her partner was the only thing she could offer without giving their relationship away and making the situation worse.

Olivia could see where her girlfriend was going with this, get them to question each other, question their relationship and hopefully something would happen. She was just praying that something wasn't bad.

A/N: Another cliff-hanger! Yeah we're sorry but we couldn't help ourselves. So what do you think will happen next time? Leave us a review.