Greetings, internet! I bring you a new fic! This one could be a little heavy for some people, but I didn't get too descriptive with anything. Just deals with a little kidnapping and post-kidnapping injuries.

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And if anyone can tell me what the Chekhov's Gun use in the episode was (105) you can have a free internet high five!

Enjoy the chapter, and stay tuned for more!

-Scottie.

Unbind

"Riley?" Gabriels voice echoed through the tunnels. "Riley, call out if you can hear me!" He was vaguely aware of shouts from other agents, but he wasn't listening. Franticly, Gabriel pushed every single door open, without a care for his own safety, searching for his missing protector.

"She's in here!" A shout from across the tunnel, and Gabriel set off at a sprint, pushing people out of the way. He was second through the door, and first to Riley.

"Riley?" He whispered, kneeling down in front of her. She was tied to a metal chair, heavy ropes around her torso and shins, and her wrists were handcuffed behind her back. Both ankles were tied to a chair leg, and there was a gag in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes. "Riley, it's Gabriel." He gently reached up and pushed the gag out of her mouth, relieved to hear her breathing. He carefully untied the blindfold, careful not to pull any of her messy hair as he did. He knelt back down in front of her and tilted her chin up so he could see her face.

"Gabriel?" Riley croaked his name and cracked her non swollen eye open.

"It's me," he replied. "We found you." Riley smiled tiredly, her eye falling closed again.

Gabriel quickly set to work untying the ropes from around her torso, frowning at how tightly they had been pulled. As soon as he released the knot and the rope dropped, Riley fell into a coughing fit, her arms straining from their position cuffed at her back. He moved onto the ropes around her legs, and then to the handcuffs. He reached into his pocket and quickly pulled out a lock pick set and made quick work of the lock, releasing the mechanism almost instantly. Riley was still coughing, her breaths coming as wheezes, and Gabriel moved to face her again, tilting her chin so she was looking directly at him.

"Riley, I need you to focus. Injuries?" She frowned and coughed violently a few more times before replying.

"Ribs," she mumbled. "Definitely broken." She paused, trying to work out which parts of her body hurt more than others. "Shoulder might be dislocated. Collarbone hurts pretty bad. And my ankle is pretty messed up as well." Gabriel nodded.

"Anything else?" Riley nodded.

"Everything hurts." She forced herself to look up again. "But I'm good."

Riley passed out a few minutes later, but the paramedics had arrived just in time.

"Serious bruising to the torso," one called. "No chest sounds on the right. She's got a collapsed lung. I gotta relieve the pressure." The second paramedic nodded.

"Wait 'till we're on the road and I'll call it in." The paramedics were instantly moving again, and before Gabriel could even blink they had a neck brace around Riley's neck, and had transferred her onto the stretcher.

"Where are you taking her?" Gabriel didn't hear the response as the doors slammed shut, so he instead raced out to the van he had arrived in, and followed the ambulance. He'd delete all the speeding fines later.

It was four hours before anyone would give him any news. He had asked every half hour until the nurse stopped giving him sympathetic looks and told him that when they had anything to tell him, the Doctors would be out. But four hours and seventeen ignored phone calls later, a Doctor came out, ushering him to a private room.

"The paramedics notified me she is an agent, so I though it best I tell you what's going on somewhere private." Gabriel nodded.

"Is she gonna be alright?" He asked, ignoring the slip of desperation in his voice. The Doctor smiled.

"She's going to be fine." Gabriel sighed in relief. "She has some severe injuries, and she'll have to be here for a few weeks, but we're confident that she will make a full recovery." Gabriel smiled.

"So what were the injuries?" It was the Doctor's turn to sigh. He peered at his clipboard.

"She has seven broken ribs, two of which caused the pneumothorax the paramedics treated in the ambulance, a fractured collarbone and a dislocated ankle. She also has some severe facial bruising, and a significant stab wound on her thigh. She's very lucky to be alive with a wound like that. She could have bled out days ago, it might have hit a nerve, but fortunately it only injured muscle, and there should be no serious complications with that." Gabriel nodded, and let out another relieved breath.

"Can I see her?" The Doctor nodded.

"She is sleeping at the moment, she's been heavily sedated, and we'd like to keep it that way for a few days until she starts to recover, but you may see her." Gabriel thanked the doctor, and after getting directions, he hurried down the corridors to Riley's room.

As he pushed the door open, his step faltered. He forced himself to breathe as he took in the sight of Riley. She was pale, much paler than usual, the sling on her left arm starkly contrasting with the white of the rest of the room. One eye was swollen, and Gabriel could see scratches and cuts across her cheeks. He dragged a chair across the room and flopped down in it, not sure what to do now that there was no danger.

Gabriel stood after a half hour of fidgeting, and began pacing through the room. His phone was still vibrating in his pocket, but he ignored it again. He didn't know what to say. It was his fault Riley had been taken - a case they were working had gotten too close for comfort to a crime lord, and then Riley was taken while she was out on her run on Friday night.

Gabriel and Lillian hadn't realised Riley was missing until Monday morning when she didn't show up on time and her phone kept ringing out. Instantly, Gabriel had hacked his way into the CCTV around her apartment and found the footage of her leaving, but never coming back. He tracked her run through more CCTV footage until finally he found her.

She had been jogging past a park, streetlights lighting her way as the sun had dipped under the horizon. Up ahead, one of the streetlights flickered a few times before going out. Riley assumed it was nothing, just a blown globe or short circuit. But when she approached the spot which was no longer lit up, a noise to her right alerted her to a problem. Riley spun towards the noise, searching for any disturbances. She didn't notice a person moving behind her until something was swung into the back of her knees and she dropped to the ground. She grunted and rolled back to her feet, fists raised. A person masked in black lunged towards her, and she sidestepped him, throwing him into the ground with a crunch.

Riley was on full alert now, and as she saw more black masked people approaching, she knew it was time to leave. Taking off at a sprint, Riley headed back towards her apartment, knowing there was a few back routes she could take if needed.

Her plan was cut short however, and as she rounded the corner she was shoved to the ground, and she felt her ankle snap as she landed. Groaning, Riley attempted to push herself up, only to receive what felt like a boot to her ribs. She dropped back to the ground and curled into a ball as more contact spattered her sides and head. A solid blow to her temple, and she blacked out.

They had been sent an encoded email shortly after noon on Monday requesting 20 million US dollars for Riley's life. Gabriel had tried to trace the sender, but it had been sent in an Internet Cafe which had no security footage. So they had gone along with the request, setting up a meet, and loading 20 million fake US dollars into a van. Gabriel drove, and Nelson had linked him in with a heat satellite showing the numbers inside the building. Coverage was spotty, though, and they could only see those inside the main areas, any side rooms were invisible.

So Gabriel had gone to the meet, managed to get inside the building (which he discovered was an old tunnel) and then all hell broke loose. Twenty other agents stormed in, taking out every enemy in sight, and then they paired off to search the side rooms.

Gabriels phone vibrated in his pocket again, and this time he pulled it out. Swiping the screen, he reluctantly answered.

"Lillian." A relieved sigh could be heard from the other end of the line.

"Gabriel, what happened? We've been calling you for hours." He shrugged. "How is Riley?" Gabriel scrubbed a hand across his face.

"She's going to be alright. Doc said she's been beat up pretty bad and she'll be sedated for a few days, but she's going to be ok." Gabriel heard Nelson sigh and yell an "Oh thank God" in the background.

"And the crime syndicate?"

"Gone. Everyone that was in that building was either killed or captured." Gabriel could almost hear the approving nod from Lillian.

"Good. Get some rest, Gabriel. She's going to need you when she wakes up." Lillian hung up, and Gabriel dropped the phone to his lap. He sighed again and stood up, dragging a second chair to where he was seated beside Riley's bed. Flopping down again, he put his feet up in the chair and leaned back, folding his arms across his stomach and closing his eyes.

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