A/N Had a friendly with one of my friends about the rating, if it was T or M because of the violence level. We decided on T, so be warned, it's probably on the edge. Please don't give me grief about it. Consider yourselves warned. But if you can handle harry potter and hunger games xD

WARNING: Rated T for violence and language.

Previously:

"Wordy sounds good." They stepped into the ring. She got her ass kicked but was able to throw some punches.

"Okay, you're with us." Greg said. Though he wasn't sure she was completely ready. They didn't know it yet, but a couple of days later Zoë would wish she was still on sick-leave.

…

Zoè walked out of the conference room towards the locker room. She looked pretty pissed so Greg followed her.

"Everything okay?"

"Okay?! No, Sir. Everything is not okay. I've been stuck in that truck for 7 shifts. 7!" She wasn't yelling, but he voice was slightly raised and very pissed off.

"I'm just trying to keep you safe."

"It's not your job to keep me safe. You're not my boyfriend and you are definitely not my father." That stung.

'Hot call, team 1, gear up.' They heard via the PA-system.

"You're in the truck. Makes 8." He said before leaving the locker room. Zoë slammed her locker shut and followed him.

…

"Zoë, take a snapshot of him and send it to Winnie. See if she can ID our guy." Zoë nodded and did as he asked. There was one man loose in a giant storage facility. Everyone but Zoë, including Greg, was in the warehouse looking for the guy. He had a little girl and a gun with him. Zoë heard the truck door open and assumed Greg was back. That was, until she felt the barrel of a gun against her head.

"Serge" She said, still wearing her com.

"Yeah Zoë?"

"I'm not your Sergeant. Don't try to contact them." Said the man. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes, I do."

"Zoë are you okay?"

"I want you to get up, take off all your weapons and come with me."

"Zoë, is there someone with you."

"Okay, give me a minute."

"I don't have a minute to give." The man raised his voice. Causing Greg to hear him.

"Zoë we're coming back, hold on."

…

Greg started running, Spike following him closely, but the warehouse was just like a maze. It took them too long and Greg knew it. He didn´t want to lose another teammate, he didn´t want to lose her.

Greg ran into the truck, gun drawn. He saw all her weapons lying there, her guns, knives, taser, baton, pepper spray and hand cuffs. He turned around and saw her cell phone.

"She's gone guys. He must've surprised her." He stepped outside. "All her weapons are there. She didn't risk keeping one. I think the girl was with them."

"Her com?" It was Ed.

"No, she's still got that. Zoë, can you hear us?"

…

It was quiet for about a second.

"Can you tell me why we're in the warehouse?" Somehow he hadn't seen the microphone.

"Shut up." They heard stumbling behind them. It was the girl. "Keep walking."

"Maybe you should let her go."

"I'm not letting her go."

"We can move faster without her. And you've got a cop now. She's scared she'll only slow down whatever plan you've got."

"No."

"I won't fight you."

"Zoë, what are you doing?"

"Let her go, and I won't fight you. I won't even try to escape." Zoë repeated

"Zoë, no." Greg said strictly.

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Priority of life."

"I'm not letting her go." Zoë nodded.

"In here." Zoë walked inside and noticed right away there was a security camera in there.

"Serge, security camera." She whispered. She knew it would be in the transcripts even if Greg couldn't hear her.

"Good job, Zoë. Hang on."

"What's that?" The man noticed her com. "A microphone? You stupid bitch!" He slapped her hard, pulled it out of her ear and destroyed it. Zoë could still feel the sting. How is it that man always knew to hit where it hurts the most.

"Should've let the girl go." That earned her another slap.

…

"Spike? You've gotta hurry. How many camera's are there in that warehouse?"

"20. Got her."

"Okay," They were just in time to see him slap her and pull the mic out.

"She's lost the mic. Does the camera have sound?" Spike checked something on the computer.

"It does. Give me a second." They had sound.

"Can you do anything with that camera to let her know were listening?"

"If it has a light, I can let it blink Morse." The camera had a light. "I just don't know Morse. Give me a second to connect to the internet to look it up. Does she know Morse?"

"Yes, she does. And she can sign."

"Sign?"

"It's what deaf people do Spike."

…

Zoë looked at the camera and noticed the light blinking no pattern at all. It took her a couple of seconds but she got it. They were trying Morse. She reminded herself to thank Spike later. 'Doing our best.' She nodded to let them know she got the message. 'We have sound.' She nodded again.

"Why are we here?" Nothing. "Okay, can you tell me your name?" Nothing. "So we're just going to sit here, until they find us?"

"I'll kill you if they do." The man went to sit with the girl and talk to her. He kept touching her. Her face, her hair, her leg, her arm, everywhere.

"Why is the girl here?"

"Shut up."

"I won't shut up until you let her go. Because when my team finds us and barges in here, she can be killed in the crossfire. You want her to die? Possible slow and painful." He hit her with his fist, busting her lip.

"If you don't watch it you won't even live that long." She was silent for about half a minute.

"So, we're waiting for something?" Nothing. "Someone?" Another punch, that would be a black eye. "I would appreciate it if you used something other than my face."

"Did you drop all your weapons?"

"Yes."

"I don't believe you. Take the vest of." He pointed the gun at her. She nodded and took it off. Looking at the camera for any kind of help.

…

"Why did she keep talking to that guy." Spike asked.

"She's distracting him."

"From what?"

"From the girl." He looked at the screen. Her face would be pretty bruised tomorrow. "He shows signs of a sexual predator. She wants to pull his attention towards her instead of the little girl."

"So, he could rape her?"'

"Yes, that is a very real possibility if we don't get there in time."

…

The man went back to sit with the girl.

"How old is she anyway?" Nothing. "Do you even know her name?" Nothing. "Sweety, what's your name? Mine is Zoë."

"Jessica." The little girl whispered. The man got up and walked towards Zoë. He wanted to hit her when he noticed her pants and shirt had a lot of pockets.

"Do you have any weapons in there?"

"No."

"A phone?"

"No."

"Unbutton your shirt slowly, and take it off. One wrong move.."

"And you hit me?" The man nodded. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She now stood there in a black SRU T-shirt and her pants. First she had thought his sexual interest was only in the little girl. But she could see he was starting to like her as well. At first she was glad. Rather her then the girl, but then it scared it. What if her team wouldn't be here on time?

"You take good care of yourself." He admired her. "The shirt." She lifted it so he could see there weren't any guns in her belt. "Take it off completely." She doubted for a second, he pointed the gun at the little girl. He didn't point it at her for threats anymore. Clearly his fixation had shifted. She took off the shirt and now stood there in only her sports bra. She looked up at the camera. She didn't want her team looking if this went any further. "Yes, you take real good care of yourself."

…

"Greg, I think we're in the right hallway. Do you have a visual on us? There is a camera."

"Got it, Let me check it on the map. You're in the right position. But you have to go one floor up. End of the hallway right. Take the stairs on your left. When you get up move to the right, take the first left. Then it's the fifth door on your left." Spike told them.

…

"Turn around." It was the man. She did as he asked. He grabbed two pairs of handcuffs from his pockets and cuffed each of her hands to a pipe above her head. He opened her belt and pulled it out of the loops. It was a leather belt. She just hoped he wouldn't use it on her. "My father used to have a belt just like this. Only thicker." She prepared herself for the sting of a belt. He traced his fingers over a scar on her back. "You've been abused?" No sting.

"Abducted." WOOSH, there was the sting. She didn't expect it and wasn't prepared. Zoë cried out.

"That was nothing. Anytime you make a sound I will hit you again, harder each time. Until you stop making a sound. Do you understand me?" She nodded. It wasn't long till she felt the sting again. This time she whimpered and fought against the restraints. She tried to keep quiet but she couldn't. He hit the inside of her left knee. Making it hard for her to stand on it.

…

"We're outside the door." It was Ed.

"Ed, the footage we're seeing. You've got scorpio."

"Copy, going in 3… 2… 1…"

…

She heard a big 'bang' right after another hit, with the belt on her right calf.

"Police SRU, put your hands up where we can see them!" The man reached for the gun in the back of his pants and Ed pulled the trigger, hitting him in his groin.

Wordy and Sam took care of the man, as Jules took care of the girl. Ed walked over to Zoë. "It's okay, let's get you out of here."

"That'd be great." He put tried to un-cuff her but his key didn't fit.

"That's going to have to wait for a little while.." He turned away and faced the camera. "Greg we need the key. He has it."

"On it Ed."

"It's going to be you and me for a little bit. Tell me if you're feeling faint okay?" She nodded.

…

Greg walked towards the man. "Keys." The man smiled at him. "Give me the keys so I can free my officer. NOW." Greg emptied the man´s pockets, no key. "Did you swallow them?" The man nodded. "Spike, get me bolt cutters"

Spike came running with the bolt cutters. Greg took them from him and ran into the warehouse.

…

Zoë looked to her right when she heard feet again. She noticed Greg coming in. "I just want to go on record here and say, I don't like being in the truck."

"Registered." Greg smiled at her. "Ed, you can go. Talk to the team. Take her stuff except for her T-shirt will you?" Ed got the hint and left them alone. Greg walked over and cut the handcuff on her right arm. He cut the other and helped her sit down on the ground. He handed her the shirt. When she didn't put it on he spoke again.

"There are a lot of reporters. You'll want to wear it." She nodded and put it on. "You're going to stay at my place tonight." He noticed she was about to object. "No, you were in that truck because of me. Because I was scared something would happen to you. I want to be there if you have a nightmare." She nodded. "Come on, let's go." He stood in front of her.

"Help me up will you?" He nodded and pulled her up by her hands. She was limping.

"You can lean on me." She shook her head.

"It'll get better if I walk a little." They walked outside, Greg was right. There was a lot of news-crew there. She limped to one of the cars.

"Ambulance, Zoë."

"No, I'll go see Owen later. But there's not much they can do." He nodded. He would make sure she went to see him.

…

She was getting dressed when she heard knocking. The weather was nice outside so she was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, unfortunately you could she the mark on her leg now.

"You decent?" It was Greg.

"Yeah. Come on in." She was putting her T-shirt on when he walked into her aisle.

"Doesn't look too good." He looked up at her. "Can I?" She nodded. He lifted the shirt and gently traced the angry red line with his fingers. "Going to be quite a bruise." She turned around. She had a black eye, a swollen lip and a handprint on her cheek. "Why does all this shit happen to you."

"Cause I can handle it." She turned back around to put on her shoes. "I'm going to stop by the hospital. Want me to grab some take-out on my way to you?" He nodded.

"That'd be great. Want me to come with you?" She shook her head. "See you in a little bit." He looked at the back of her legs, you could see a red line, but it wasn't as bad on the one of her back. Luckily she was still wearing her pants.

A/N I had know idea how to describe the sound a belt makes when it hits flesh. Any better ideas so I can change it?

Thought? Too much? Bad? Sucks? Not too bad? Lemme know.