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Her breaths were shallow, eyes covered with a thick fabric while her ears rung. There was only white noise, a faint sound of gurgled murmurs not too far in the distance. Where was she? How did she get here? She struggled against the restraints wrapped around her wrists. She was on the floor, knees scraped from the gritty surface of where she laid. Her arms were spanned out, attached to chains that held her in place and kept her still.

She tried screaming for help, her only noise being a muffled groan. She squeezed her eyes shut, scraping through her mind for any inch of small detail. She remembered a handkerchief on her mouth and noise, her eyes rolling back as James Braxton let out a hollow laugh.

She froze in place, muffling another cry as her attempts increased to escape from whatever bounds she had. Her tongue pushed against the fabric stuffed in her mouth, almost past her lips and the first sign of a scream escaped her mouth. Just as the wet fabric dropped onto her chest, her head was slammed with a hard object. Then black...

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Mac slammed through his front door, chest heaving while he rested his hands on his knees. "Audrey?" He rasped tiredly, he glanced around his house expectantly. He had seen her car parked outside, he assumed she was still here. "Audrey?!" He said more urgently.

He frowned at the clatter of mess in his lounge room, and was even more fazed as he found a burnt lasagne in his oven. "Audrey?" He snapped quickly, he barrelled into his bedroom and found no sign of the woman. None of her items had been removed from his house, in fact, everything was where it had been the morning before. He strolled back out into the front room, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration and concern.

He inspected the room carefully, gazing down at the mess of witness reports and turned over objects in the room. Suddenly a light went off in Mac's head, he cussed himself and his eyes clearly saw what had happened before he got to his house. Mac crouched on the ground, closely observing the faint traces of shoe prints in his wooden floor. A growl rumbled in the back of his throat, followed by panic bubbling in his stomach.

There had been a struggle in this very room, and it was definitely Audrey.

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She tried to tuck her cell phone into the back of her jean pocket, only to fail as Braxton swiped it from her hand at gunpoint. He grinned devilishly at her, cocking his head to the side with keen interest as his piercing grey eyes bore into her. She clenched her jaw defensively, squaring her shoulders while the hair on the back of her neck rose with a prickle. Braxton merely snorted, shaking his head with amusement at her.

"Being brave won't help you now Jacks," He said curtly.

Audrey glared at him, "You don't have to do thi-"

"Shut it!" Braxton snapped impatiently. His gun remained pointed directly at her chest, his eyes clearly showing he wasn't there to fuss around. He meant business, and that only ignited further panic in Audrey's stomach. Was these her last minutes? "Stop thinking! I need you in the present for what I'm going to do to you."

Audrey quivered, she shakily stepped backwards and Braxton took a further step forward. "They'll find you Braxton, even if you kill me." She warned. Her feeble warning only made him smile wider.

"At least it'll be the end of you Jacks," Braxton sneered. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this. I'm going to make you pay for all the money and clients I lost."

Audrey took in a deep breath and lunged forward, knocking Braxton backwards while sloppily snatching at the pistol in his hand. She managed to knock it across the room, and also knocking the air out of Braxton in the process. He swore loudly, cursing her every word under the sun as she scrambled towards the pistol that had landed in Mac's front room. Braxton's arm lashed out, gripping her shin tightly and dragging her across the floor back to him.

She shrieked, her leg instinctively kicking back and connecting with Braxton's shoulder. He released a gasp of pain, his grip loosening on Audrey's leg, giving her enough space to stumble towards the firearm, snatch it up and point it at Braxton.

"I believe it'll be the end of you Braxton!" She rasped.

Braxton glowered up at her, watching her like a cat as she walked slowly around him and her back faced the open front door. She stepped backwards, "You're under arrest Braxton. Give me my phone!" She demanded shakily.

A look of triumph passed Braxton's face and he shook his head childishly. "I don't believe the games over Officer Jacks," He laughed as a handkerchief covered Audrey's mouth and she went limp. She briefly heard Braxton's chuckle as her eyes rolled back.

Her heart was thudding, her own blood pounding in her ears as she started to slowly regain consciousness. Her vision was blurred, two blobs conversed in the background but all she could hear was the rumble of their voices echoing off the walls around her. She was in a chair, her wrists still attached to the chains that held her previously. This time, there was both fabric in her mouth and tape over it. Her skin prickled with dread, there was only darkness around her.

There was a faint light coming from a distance, as well as one light stand placed in the corner of the room. From what she could make out, the two blobs were standing by the light with what appeared to be a shiny object being passed between them.

She took a deep gasping breath, igniting the curiosity of one of the figures in the distance. A shadow was casted over her face as the figure grew closer, she could make out a black shiny pair of shoes as her head dropped down. "Ah, good you're awake." A familiar voice crooned. The figure's cold hand touched her cheek and she flinched away from it. There was a grumbling chuckle before the black shoes disappeared from her blurred sight. "I'll be back shortly. Watch her," The voice commanded.

She waited until the footsteps died away before pulling against her restraints, a croaked groan growling from her throat. She tried harder in her exhausted state, only to continue failing at her task. Just as she tried for her tenth time, a slight laugh echoed through the room. "Those chains are impossible to get off."

She froze quickly, her breaths came out in more panicked spurts. She could hear footsteps grow closer, the sound seemed to sober her completely and her vision started to clear gradually. She held her breath in dreaded anticipation, until a pair of aged brown boots came into her vision. The man crouched before her and she shrieked in surprise. She lent forward, her vision clouding with hopeful tears at the thought of being released.

Jim crouched before her, a concerned look on his face. He outstretched on hand and rubbed against her cheek, calming observing her with a slight smile. She made a gurgled sound and he furrowed his eyebrows, quickly snatching the tape off her mouth with a sting. She spat out the fabric quickly, unashamed of the spit dripping from her mouth.

"Jim!" She gasped quietly. She struggled against her restraints more and lent further towards him. "Thank God you're here. You have to help me, please?" She pleaded quickly. She looked around the room quickly, her eyebrows furrowed as she realised she was in a sweltering hot cave. She glanced at the ripped police tape discarded across the cave, and the decent size chemical lab set-up that was covered in a plastic sheet.

"Help you why?" Jim asked innocently.

Audrey frowned, glancing back at the man in front of her quickly. "Jim, look at me. The person who did this will be coming back for me. Get these chains off of me quickly!" She explained in a panicked voice. She raised her wrists briefly to indicate her restraints.

"Are you sure it's not just you and Mac in here?" He asked bitterly.

Audrey glared at him, before realisation dawned on her. She was in the cave that Mac had been arrested at. She struggled again, was Braxton going to get Mac and bring him here? She looked at Jim seriously, "Jim, theres no time for that." She whispered.

"I think there is plenty of time to discuss this. Since we won't be interrupted we can have a nice talk about you choosing Mac over me." Jim sneered. Audrey recoiled back into her seat, regarding Jim warily as he rose from his crouched position and paced in front of her. "I just wonder if you enjoy making a fool out of men?"

"Jim, I-I thought we talked about this." Audrey replied impatiently. "Please, help me get out of these!"

Jim shook his head, clearly in deep thought in his own head. "You just couldn't resist to go with that brute, could you? So ready to bend over backwards and let him touch you, fuck you." Jim snarled. He glowered at her and she met his gaze with equal anger.

"How dare you talk like that to me!" Audrey snapped.

"It's no different from how that dirty idiot talks to you." Jim replied angrily. "In fact, that turns you on. Doesn't it Officer Jacks?"

Audrey glared up at him, then her glare faded away. Something was wrong here. "Jim, how did you even get in here?" She questioned. Jim's face fell and he stared at her. "Did you know I was in here?" She asked quietly. "Jim?"

Jim remained silent, before a small smile cracked on his lips and the softness that had pooled in his eyes wore away. He looked up at her, grinning to himself before walking around her chair carefully. "You really are quite dense are you? Most cops would of been on to it the moment they woke up."

"What? Jim please let me go!" She begged, panic bursting through her chest and invading her veins.

Jim stopped in front of her and rolled his eyes, "Quit that bullshit Jacks!" He snapped. Audrey was taken back, the gentle southern accent Jim had, had suddenly turned into a harsh Brooklyn accent. He smirked at her confusion, and observed her carefully. "Oh look at that surprise, you never detected it." He chortled.

"W-why Jim?" She gasped.

"No one suspects the 'good' guy," He snorted.

Audrey stared at him, gaping at him openly. "I just don't understand. Have you always been working for Braxton or only recently?" She asked, her curiosity getting the best of her. Jim seemed bemused by her interest and crossed his arms with a big grin.

"I believe you've known about me way before we met this year, Audrey Jacks." He replied cryptically. Jim rolled up his long sleeves, purposely flashing her a series of prison related tattoos that littered his forearm. One that particularly stood out to her, was a small rat with J spelt in it's tail.

"You're Jimmy The Rat" Audrey gasped with realisation. Her eyes widened and she saw Jim smirk. How had she missed it? "You're the one Braxton used to do his dirty business in his place." She whispered in disbelief. Jim merely grinned, and started to walk around her again.

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This was definitely his last resort, no this was clawing at his damn pride. He didn't want to ask for his help, he didn't even want to ask for help but here he was. He was standing out front the house, waving off Frank that had so kindly given him a lift. He could see some of Devon's friends at the front door, panic evident in their postures as the tone of their voices grew and grew. He took one last deep breath, hitched up his dirt stained pants and strolled towards the house.

It was no surprise to him when Devon's friends let out a surprised yelp and recoiled in fear. He merely ignored them, staring at the furious man who stood in the doorway. "I need your help Harrison," Mac spat as he stopped before the front steps. "You gonna help me or what?"

Mitchell glared down at him, "Like hell I will, you piece of shit!" Mitchell snarled. He stepped over his threshold, clambering down the steps until he stood over Mac and there was barely any space between them. Mac stared up at him, unfazed. "Nina! Call the cops!" He hollered over his shoulder.

"No point in that!" Devon's blonde cousin, Tommy interjected. "We went down there a couple hours ago. No one in sight."

"What's all the yelling about?" Nina snapped from afar. She came forward, Johnny hitched on her hip and her eyes widened at the sight of Mac. "What the hell are you doing here Mac? I thought you were down at the Police Station." She muttered.

Mac shook his head, "There's no time for explaining that! I need your help Harrison!" He snapped impatiently.

Mitchell scoffed, "I wouldn't help you even if my life depended on it." He turned to Tommy and Devon's two other friends. "I'll be happy to help you find Regina and Devon, let me just call Audrey up now." He said smoothly, "And the police" He added beneath his breath.

Mac frowned and stared at Tommy expectantly. "What's all this about Regina and Devon?" He asked bitterly.

Tommy gave him an unsure look, and a short black haired woman stepped forward. Mac recognised her as the broad he had danced with months ago, what Devon called a 'girlfriend'. He snorted, if only she knew. "Regina and Devon went missing a few hours ago. Devon went off to meet that creepy bartender guy, and Regina must of snuck out after him." She explained with panic. "We went down to Luna Mesa to see if they wanted lunch, but it was closed. We can't find them anywhere!"

Mac furrowed his eyebrows, and Mitchell returned with a confused face. "She ain't answering her phone. Must been too busy!" He remarked calmly. Although his face told otherwise, and there was clear anxiety in his features. Nina shook her head quickly, she put down Johnny and ushered him back into the house.

"No, that's not like Audrey," She argued. She looked at Mac closely, "Why are you here Mac?"

"'Cause Audrey's car was at my house and she ain't no where to be seen." He replied. "Somethings happened to her and I need his help." He pointed to Mitchell for good measure.

"And what do you expect us to do exactly?" Mitchell asked snootily. He had started wringing his wrists, a nervous gesture Mitchell had picked up on many years ago. "Do you have a plan?" He added wistfully.

"I might know where they are, and my plan is to go straight in there." Mac replied smoothly. "And stop for some guns and Harley.."

"Just like that?" Mitchell scoffed.

"Audrey didn't leave willingly, there was a struggle at my damn house!" Mac spat.

"You've got to be kidding me. We don't live in a lawless state, we can't just go barging in somewhere with guns blazing. We need to do this the right way, call up back-up and negotiate with whoever has taken Audrey." Mitchell said carefully.

"They could kill her before you even get there!" Nina interrupted with panic. She was close to tears, but that didn't stop the appalled glare she gave Mitchell. "Would you really leave Audrey like that, even if it was protocol?" She whispered.

"I am not allowed to do that Nina!" Mitchell defended.

Mac's upper lip curled and he shook his head, "Forget it! I'll do it my fucking self!" He snarled. He stepped away from the front steps and started towards the road. He could hear a shuffle of movement before a firm hand gripped his arm and spun him around.

"I may be a retired Officer, but I ain't letting you go anywhere Mac." Mitchell snapped, "I know they didn't let your ass out of the station, your offences are too big!"

Mac yanked his arm away from Mitchell, "Then come with me Harrison, do you wanna save her or what?" He snarled.

Mitchell stared at him, utterly speechless.

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"The moment you walked into that supermarket, I knew exactly who you were." Jim crooned. He was standing directly behind Audrey, his hand skimming over her shoulder and through her tasseled hair. She moved away from his touch defensively, earning a swift smack to the back of the skull. "Even now, you're defiant as ever."

"So why did it take this long for Braxton to get down here?" She snapped.

Jim chuckled lowly, he circled her again, this time more slowly. He ignored her statement completely and stroked his chin in deep thought. "I did not think you'd have gone for Mac, I honestly thought it would be have been much easier. You don't seem like the type of girl that would go for Mac. Then again, Mac would get whoever." Jim trailed off in thought.

"Wha-"

"I put a lot of effort into trying to be the nice guy, but when does the nice guy ever get pussy?" He snapped crudely. Audrey cringed and he gave her a cheshire grin, "You only enjoy Mac's dirty talk, no?" He chortled loudly. "Stupid whore."

Audrey struggled against her restraints, dread swelling in her stomach as Jim crouched before her again. His hand rested on her knee, rubbing her through her denim material slowly with a sickening smirk on his face. "And yet after months of hard work, I get you offered on a platter." He purred.

"Why Jim? Why all this?" She whispered, trying her best to delay his obvious intentions.

"Good money, no rules and sex." He answered simply.

"That's not what I mean't Jim," She muttered.

"Hmm?"

Jim started to knead her through her jeans, keeping his eyes locked on hers while she shifted uncomfortably. "Did Mac know you worked for Braxton?" Audrey asked breathlessly. She watched Jim's eyes darken dangerously and his grip on her leg tightened firmly.

"Even now, at the end, you're still more interested in Mac than me." Jim snarled. His fingers dug into her flesh and she let out a small gasp of pain. "Mac's an idiot, the apple doesn't fall from the tree with Walter anyhow. He barely even knows what Braxton looks like, let alone who works for him."

Audrey gulped, "That doesn't seem right. Why would Braxton have two men working together in Cainneville and not have them know about each other?" Audrey questioned. She looked at Jim through her eyelashes, hoping for some insight on Mac's involvement in the whole thing.

Jim curled his upper lip, "Enough! I ain't waiting any longer for this apparently 'spectacular' pussy Mac's been boasting about." Jim snapped sharply. His hand started to slide up her leg, inching towards her belt buckle. She glanced over his shoulder, her breath hitching at the sight of a familiar set of eyes. She looked back at Jim's concentrated face, a sly thought coming to her mind.

"So if you've been working for Braxton, how come you didn't tell him I'd arrived as soon as you met me?" She asked quietly.

Jim went to open his mouth, eyebrows drawing together at the thought. He straightened with alert and the brief shuffle at the end of the cave. There was a cocking of a gun, "I've been wondering the same thing," Braxton said smoothly as he took aim and shot.

Audrey watched in slow motion as Jim head flew back like a rag doll, a wide hole dented in his forehead as blood splattered across her face. His mouth grew slack, eyes rolling back as his arm grew limp on her lap. He fell forward, both head and arm on her lap, a mass of blood soaking through her denim jeans. She made an outcry of surprise and disgust, a scream desperately wanted to escape her throat as bile slowly made its way to her mouth.

She couldn't help it, she emptied the small contents of her stomach onto the floor beside her. A gasping howl wracking through her body, while Braxton laughed from the other side of the cave.

Wow I'm so sorry it took me this long to complete this chapter. I had a big writers block and was not sure what direction to take this story. The ending will definitely not be the same as Red Canyon's, but I hope you like anyway. Once again so sorry, and thank you for reviewing!