A sudden knock on the door roused the unsuspecting detective. He had been drinking tea and in nothing more than just a pair of black pants, clearly still from being at the FBI earlier in the day. There were very few who knew his current address, though the FBI seemed like a giant sorority house so he had to assume the whole team knew where he lived by now. But still, it was an odd hour for anyone to come calling.
He got up slowly, hoping the visitor would get bored as fast as he himself did and would just leave, but with another resounding knock he knew that wasn't happening
Knock then a crash, Veger barely had time to react as two men jumped him. He fought as best he could but two on one with chloroform and hand cuffs weren't exactly favorable odds.
"That's a bit irritating…"
Veger muttered hearing a squeaking noise that no doubt had aroused him as the effects of the drugs began to wear off. It was then too that he realized he was cuffed to a chair and in some sort of basement, the smell giving that way.
"Shut up!"
Veger's head snapped to the side, and instantly he could taste blood. "Nightfall, I was right". He thought, a small smile appearing amidst the rising pain and the taste of copper.
"Oh you think this is funny?"
"Of course!" Veger spat blood as another hand collided with the side of his head. Dizziness was quickly setting, the hit so close to his temple. He really had hoped to last much longer, but he could hand le this, her was sure of it.
"Mr. Haldler? Veger?"
It was Mike's voice, they had found a lead and it was Mike's job to go get the consulting detective.
"Of course you want me to. I'm everyone's babysitter. It's what I'm good for."
"Stop acting like a child Weston and do your damn job!"
Mike could only grind his teeth as he stared at the tall, dark haired woman that was his boss, Debra Parker. He usually didn't let people get under his skin, he was okay with being around Hardy, but this shit was getting old.
"I can't do my job if I'm playing babysitter."
Mike muttered as he walked off, yeah, he was pouting but how could he not. They weren't using him to their advantage, he was good on finding things out, and a decent hacker, not to mention the fact he was a damn good actor and if just once they set up a real, decent undercover mission, he'd nail it and finally be able to prove himself. But now, all he could think that as long as he was one of the youngest agents, the second for that matter, he was never going to get a shot at anything, and it was going to take a huge miracle, or an accidental murder of a famous bad guy to make his career. The way he saw it, he was going to be pushing papers until he retired, and suddenly, he no longer wanted to be an agent.
"Veger?"
Mike's voice was a little quieter, gun posed with a flashlight beaming over it. It was only him as he entered through the kicked down door way, the hall was dark, but he could see lights in a room up ahead as he approached it with caution.
Stepping into the light and taking a quick look around he saw no body. The room was well lit enough that there were no shadows to hide in. Carefully backing against a wall so he could see the hall and the whole room, allowing no way for someone sneak up on him, he called it in – A kidnapping.
The broken front door, the blood droplets in the middle of the floor, a broken cup of what looked and smelled like tea, Veger was ambushed and taken, and Mike was going to be the one to find him.
"But how?"