A/N: This is the chapter I'm upping the rating to M. This chapter will have some focus on the mind of our kidnapper and what it is he's actually doing. I warn you, I'm holding nothing back, and I'll have the sections divided up the best I can so if you want to skip past his demented part, you can :)

I'm starting up school again this week so I'm sneaking this quick update in before I get sucked in :)

Warning: This chapter contains rape and violence. It will more than likely be the only one that contains rape in this whole story.

Dis: I don't own Rookie Blue

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He was upset, distraught. His plan had been ruined by an off duty pig wanting to play hero. Shaking, he ran a hand over his balding head; his frazzled nerves making him reach for the pills in his pocket. Some valium and he'll be fine. Just fine. He took a look at the two iron cages in the corner of the room and sighed. The girl he found on the way back wasn't what he'd expected but her exotic skin had caught his attention. Italian heritage perhaps? Her eyes were large, doe-like and a deep brown and when he stripped her down to nothing but her Victoria's Secret hot pink thong and black lace bra, he knew he'd made a good choice. Hearing a chain rattle he walked over to the other cage, the one that didn't have the unconscious girl.

"I brought you a new present," said the man, hands on the upper part of the cage, his menacing eyes taking in the teenage boy with the jet black hair and beautiful blue eyes. "Do you like her?"

"Y-yes," answered the boy, eyes drifting to the girl, then to the floor.

"Good. When she wakes up, you two will get dressed then…" The man looked over his shoulder at the small set behind him. There was a bed, disheveled, more chains at the foot of the bed, as well as a camera on a tripod. "We will have some more fun."

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Nicole Agata had been walking home from her ballet class when she'd been hit from behind. That was all she remembered as she opened her eyes. Panic set in immediately when seeing nothing but bars surrounding her. When feeling cold, she looked down, and gasped when seeing she was almost naked, and had a cold shackle around her right ankle. Crawling to the door she tried to open it but it wouldn't and she started to pound on it.

"It's no use." She got startled when she heard the voice and she reared to the other side of the cage and looked to see a boy, around her age, locked in his own. "I've tried. There is no way out."

"W-who are you? What am I doing here?"

"We're nothing but playthings to him."

"Him, who?" she asked softly, eyes wide with fear.

The boy crawled closer so she could see him better. He was dirty, and looked exhausted, and wearing nothing at all. She looked away, a light blush on her cheeks. She'd never seen a naked boy before in her life.

"He takes us, makes us… do things. If you don't follow the rules, you die."

"W-what?" she choked, looking back up. "Die?" Tears started to fall. "Oh God."

"Don't. Don't cry! If you cry, he gets upset. "

Nicole didn't have him finish the sentence. Instead she curled into a ball and started sobbing. The boy looked at her sadly.

"I'm sorry," he said, remorse evident in his gaze. "I'm sorry for what he'll make me do to you, and that I have to do it."

The closing of a door had both of them looking up and a man who was holding two cheeseburgers smiled in glee when seeing that Nicole was awake. He slid the burgers through the slots and while the boy ate like he was starved, Nicole didn't touch it.

"Better eat," said the man, walking to the set. Nicole's eyes watched his every move, dread filling her when seeing the bed and the camera. "We're gunna have a busy night."

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When he came back to the cage and opened it, Nicole tried to fight him off, and all that had earned was a slap to the face. Dizzy and disorientated, she could do nothing as he hauled her over his shoulder and to the bed. He re-shackled her there and stood, looking down at her.

"Are you a virgin?"

"W-what?" she asked, still seeing stars.

"I said…" She cringed as his hand came up her thigh. "Are you a virgin?"

She was, but she didn't know how to answer. She just looked up at him with wide eyes, and that earned a chuckle.

"I guess you are. Last one wasn't. Well then…" She whimpered as he took off his belt. "Guess that means I can break you in first. Don't usually do that, but you see? I have a soft spot for virgins."

"No… please."

She cried out again as he slammed her down on the bed, hands on her shoulders, his evil, almost black eyes boring into hers. She recoiled as his breath hit her face. He ripped her underwear off and he moaned as he pressed against her. She did her best to push him off but he was too much so she started to cry and he placed a beefy hand over her mouth.

"You will NOT cry, you bitch! You will scream. I want to hear you scream for me."

He shoved her thighs apart and rammed himself inside of her, and Nicole screamed, giving him what he wanted. When he was done, he left her naked on the bed while pulling up his pants. She'd stopped screaming after about ten minutes and he'd grown bored quickly and finished off fast. He opened the cage for the boy, who didn't fight, because his face still hurt from the last beating he'd gotten after trying to run.

Neil Thordson had been walking home from the grocery store. His mom had passed out for the night and so he'd gone in her purse to steal twenty bucks so that he could eat. Excited about the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he was going to chow down he had thought nothing about the redheaded man with the receding hairline and worn bomber jacket as they'd crossed paths. Next thing Neil knew, he was in a cage next to another girl. Her name had been Rachel and she hadn't followed this man's instruction at all. When her stubbornness became too much he had started drugging her, and that was when she'd been the perfect body for his sick project. After stating that he was tired of drugging her to get his way, he'd gotten rid of her.

Neil felt guilt for doing what he had to do to survive, for hurting Rachel and now this new girl. He was going to do everything in his power to keep this girl alive, not just for her benefit, but for his as well.

"Now this one is going to be great," said the man excitedly, playing director. He gripped her by the hips and flipped her over and she tried to sit up but he held her down, gripping her hair, hand moving down to her bottom. "We're going to change it up a bit…"

All Neil could do was nod as he fought the cheeseburger that wanted to come back up.

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In the girl's locker room at Division 15, Andy was sticking her name onto her uniform using the velcro when Traci came in. Traci stopped in her tracks for a full second, jaw almost dropping, when seeing Andy had beaten her there. She recovered quickly, got to her locker, and started to change.

"I hear Gail helped you move into your new apartment," said Traci, making small talk, doing her best to keep the jealousy out of her tone. She wished for nothing more than to have helped her friend instead of working desk yesterday. "How was that?"

"Good. Until the whole letting a sicko escape thing."

"Andy you did all that you could."

"Yeah." Andy slammed her locker door closed. "I'll see you at parade."

Andy hurriedly left the locker room and went straight for the coffee. She didn't want to talk about yesterday and letting the guy go, she just wanted to talk about the plan in finding him. She stopped in her steps when seeing Sam, leaning against the wall, with two coffees in his hand. He offered one to her and she took it with a smile.

"Thanks," she said, taking a sip.

"Was worried by the time you got here it'd be cold. To my utter surprise, you're early. Has hell finally frozen over?"

"Ha-ha," said Andy. "You're so funny, Swarek."

"I'm a hoot and a half," he said with a grin, showcasing the infamous Swarek dimples.

"Ladies," greeted Oliver, earning an eye roll from Sam. "How are you this fine morning?"

"Fine," said Andy, not Sam, last thing he wanted to do was answer Oliver after he'd called him a lady.

"Glad someone is. You know what Zoe wants to do this weekend? She wants to go to a pottery class .A pottery class of which I'm invited to thanks to someone leaking my name in the press about taking down an armed robber two days ago. Her reasoning being, that since I make her life miserable with my job, it's her turn to make mine a living nightmare."

"Ah, that's too bad man," said Sam, hiding a smirk behind his coffee.

"Get your yucks in now. Wait till you're chained down! Then I'll be the one pointing and laughing." And just to make them both uncomfortable, Oliver turned to Andy. "McNally… are you a fan of pottery?"

"Uh what?" Andy missed the pointed glare Sam was now giving Oliver. "No. Not really."

"Knitting? Dancing? Something Sam really hates to do?"

"The only thing I know that Sam doesn't like is the outdoors," said Andy with a smirk.

"Oh yes. Right. Born and bred city boy. Yada yada. Tell me, McNally, when you get married…" Oliver licked his lips, body bouncing thanks to the mischief he was causing: getting giddy off of Sam's death glare. "You going to have many family outings in the woods?"

"Yeah…" Andy looked between Sam and Oliver, suddenly uncomfortable. "Probably."

"Looking forward to your first camping trip," said Oliver, patting her on the back before heading off to parade.

"What was that about?" asked Andy.

"Just Oliver being Oliver," said Sam, brushing it off, happy Andy hadn't quite caught onto what Oliver was implying. "Ready?"

"Mhm."

They walked together to parade. Sam stood against the wall next to Oliver, slightly shoving him with his shoulder before settling against the wall. Andy took a seat by Traci and a couple minutes later, Frank came in, making the room go quiet.

"Congratulations are in order for Officer McNally. While off duty, she managed to stop the kidnapping of a young girl as well as give us important information as to whom we are looking for." A couple claps as well as 'Good job McNally's' were heard but the room grew silent again as Frank spoke. "There is some bad news. Two teenagers are now reported missing. Detective Callaghan?"

Luke came forward and it took everything within Andy to not stick her tongue out at him when his eyes rested on hers for a moment too long. She put on her best stone face until he finally looked away and started talking about the case. No connections to the teens at all, it all appeared random, they ran the make and model of the van and were sending the officers to the known addresses to check out the owners. Andy hadn't gotten a good look at the man's face but Gretchen had and the sketch was tacked up on the board.

"He's already killed," said Luke seriously. "She was only sixteen. The missing girl is fifteen and the missing boy is sixteen. We need to put a stop to this as soon as possible. If you come across any new information let me know immediately."

Best took the front again.

"Williams and Peck, Shaw and Nash, Swarek and McNally, you will be on the streets. Diaz and Epstein you will be manning the desk. Here's a list of addresses we need to check out. We went by make, not just the color, in case the van got a paint job in the past and it wasn't registered. As Callaghan said, if you find ANYTHING, radio it in immediately. Serve, protect, and let's find this bastard."

A couple 'hooahs', sounded as they were dismissed.

"Be careful out there, Brother," said Oliver as he clenched his addresses in his hand and motioned for Nash to follow.

"Same to you," said Sam as Andy came with their list. "What we got?" She handed it to him and satisfied with the five addresses they had he walked out to the squad car as she grabbed their bag. More than usual they rode in car 15-19 but since the brakes had been acting a little funny Sam snagged 15-05.

"Here," he said, tossing the keys to her.

She fumbled them a little before finally clenching them in her hand.

"Seriously? I can drive?"

"Why not? You're closer to the case. So you can drive."

She didn't have to be told twice. Andy tossed her bag in the back and hurriedly got into the driver's side.

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The day started after being on shift for no more than five minutes. Andy and Sam had been on their way to their first address when a woman had ran out on the street claiming that someone working in the coffeehouse was trying to kill her. After talking to the distraught woman as well as the annoyed college student, Andy and Sam had sent the woman home. Apparently, she'd asked for decaf, and young woman had accidentally gotten her order mixed up with another, and had given her a regular coffee instead. After insisting that slipping someone a caffeinated drink wasn't attempted murder, Sam had had enough and he and Andy escorted the woman out of the popular coffee joint.

"What a spaz," he joked. "Must be the caffeine in her system making her act like that."

"Maybe," murmured Andy. "First place is right here, second house on the left."

The first address was an older man, of about eighty, who hadn't driven in about fifteen years. His van, he said, was in the garage, and he even let them take a look at it before they went on their way. The second address was a thirty-year-old father of three who was recently divorced. He'd been at his exes the day before, watching the kids there as she and her new husband went to the ER to deliver the newest installment to their family. He reluctantly called his ex, and her new husband had been the one to confirm his whereabouts over the phone. THAT had been an awkward situation and both Andy and Sam had been more than ready to leave by the end of it.

It was the third address, that was more promising…

TBC!

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