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Important-ish: Last chapter a few of you may have recognized that Nicolette is showing signs of Stockholm Syndrome, where the victim of a crime has made an emotional connection with the conductor of the crime. In this case it is Nicolette as the victim and her kidnapper, he, as the conductor of the crime.
Basically Nicolette is depending on her kidnapper for survival now and believes that things are alright because her kidnapper says they are. Everything her kidnapper says, goes.
Chapter 19: Night Lights
The police had learned their lesson the first time, this time they drove through the night without their sirens on, but alerting other police vehicles to surround the small house that was now only three miles away.
They couldn't risk spooking him a second time. Tom had done the right thing by calling the police right away, and telling him everything he knew.
Two miles away.
The police knew that tonight was a night that had to be free of screw ups. That a single screw up could get Nicolette another three months with that bastard. And they wouldn't risk that.
One mile away.
Two minutes later the police are stopping their cars along the tree line that keeps the house sheltered from the outside.
"Sick bastard." Officer Wayne scoffed lightly as he passed his partner Officer Bruce, his partner only gave him a warning look and gave the hand signal for quiet. The ol' invisible zipper across the lips movement.
Wayne shook his head as the SWAT team finally showed up.
"We take them by storm; Officers Chaster, Ketz, Wayne, Bruce, Nate, and Petes, team up with SWAT and the other agents and get him. Officers Lauren, Cheryl, Kimberly, Montessa, Francesca, and Madeline get the girl and take her to the paramedics, she is to be triaged here and then a full check up at the hospital." Chief Officer Anthony whispered as he and his 'back up partner' Officer Mathew Stark stood by an old oak tree that looked as healthy as ever.
The female team nodded, understanding that Nicolette may have some problems with being touched by men.
"Alright, let's go get that bastard." Officer Stark shrugged.
The teams began their way into the house, the male team going through the back entrance and the females going through the front door. Picking the locks instead of breaking them, as picking the locks is much quieter and may not alert the target of their presence just yet.
The teams met up at the staircase after clearing the first floor.
Officer Wayne signaled 'ladies first'.
Officer Kimberly flipped him off.
The males continued down the hall as the girls checked Nicolette's actual room.
The sight the girls saw nearly made them shriek.
...000...000... With Christian Grey...000...000...
It was the middle of the night, and even though it was in the middle of the night, Ana and Christian Grey were far from sleep. Instead they laid in bed flipping through the pictures of Nicolette that stayed in their phones. Candid shots of her playing the piano late at night, or when Ana caught her and Christian asleep in the loft above Nicolette's room, a horror movie playing on the TV. There was a picture of Nicolette and Elliot dancing- at a birthday party for Grace, a picture of Nicolette and Ana baking cookies, at what Ana knew was at 3 in the morning. Followed by that picture was one of Gail trying to help Nicolette with the house of cards thing, and the picture after was of all of the cards falling around them with shocked expressions on their faces as Taylor and Christian were in the background, showing that the arrival of the two had clearly scared them.
Max had also given them some pictures, one of Nicolette attempting to start the engine on a boat, wearing jeans and a colorful bikini top. Another of Nicolette obviously watching the stars. There was a picture of the two [Nicolette and Max] slow dancing on a hay bale ignoring the world around them.
Ana and Christian though, shared a favorite photo. Nicolette was clearly laughing as Max spun her around in a circle, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. The two looked so care free and so in love. To them it was the most treasured picture in the world.
The two nearly jumped when the phone rang. Christian mumbled some curses under his breath as he reached over and answered the phone.
"Grey."
"This better be good Welch."
"You're fucking kidding me."
"Where?"
"What the hell are they doing in Utah?"
"I'm on my way." Christian hung up and called for Taylor.
"What's wrong?" Ana asked.
"Nicolette, is in Calescent, Utah. I'm going to pick her up. It may not be totally safe so I want you to st-" Christian started.
"No, she's my daughter too. And god dammit Christian you are not going to save her without me." Ana hissed. Christian shook his head with a smile. His stupid, caring, loving wife.
Taylor showed up at the door wearing his usual, snappy suit. For a moment Ana wondered if he slept in the damned things.
"Sir?"
"Get the jet ready. Nicolette has been found in Calescent, Utah."
That was all the explanation that Taylor needed, before booking it to his office with his phone connected to his ear already.
000...000... Back with Nicolette...000...000
The female officers swallowed their screams as they spotted the seventeen year old, lying on her bed, black and blue- underneath a man easily three times her, pushing in and out of her. Nicolette's face was towards the door, and they could see her eyes screwed tight and her lips moving, mouthing the word 'stop' as she tried to make herself smaller.
Quickly they drew their guns.
"Police!" Officer Madeline shouted. The man looked up and growled.
"How did you find me?" He asked, still pushing in and out of Nicolette, who looked even more uncomfortable, but spoke up.
"STOP! YOU'RE HURTING ME!" Nicolette shouted. The man raised a fist and went to punch her when the sound of a single bullet went off.
Nicolette screamed.
So did he.
000...000 Two Hours After The Gunshot...000...000
Nicolette laid down in the usual hospital bed, wearing the usual hospital gown, in the hospital suite her father had demanded she stay in. They were on their way. Her mom and dad. Ana and Christian.
She had spoken with them once. Heard the relief in their voices when they spoke, but she also heard their worry. She had also called Max, who answered on the third ring, she knew he would have answered on the first had she called on her phone. But instead she was using the cellphone one of the female cops had let her use, telling her to call all the people she wanted.
She had only contacted the three.
Max was overjoyed that she was coming home soon, promising that he'd never leave her side again and swearing that he didn't care what the man had done to her. She would always be his little innocent Nicolette.
The doctor had confirmed what Nicolette had already told the police. That she had been sexually assaulted, numerous times over the last three months. Nicolette told them that it was at least once everyday.
She told the police that she did indeed dress in the barely there outfits. But with no way to contact anyone, it seemed like the best idea was to dress in something other than go naked. The officers had flinched at her words.
"Ma'am, your parents have landed at the airport." The friendly nurse said from the door, with wide eyes Nicolette nodded softly.
Was she ready to face the judgment of others? Would she rather the pitying glances and stares of the hospital staff and officers standing at her door than the judgmental glares and stares of people that haven't seen her hospital record?
Nicolette snuck a look at the Officers by the door. Already knowing that asking them to leave would not fly. He was in this hospital, after Officer Lauren had shot him in the hand- the hand that had been ready to punch her for telling him to stop.
That had been another thing she told the cops, he punched her every time she asked him to stop during sexual intercourse. That during the second month she thought that he would kill her quicker if she kept telling him to stop. So she stopped saying it loud enough for him to hear, but just loud enough that she knew that she was saying it. That he had video taped them together every second time that he took her. That they would hear her screaming for him to stop for a number of videos, but they would see her mouthing stop for the rest.
She always got beat up after he watched the tapes.
There were loud noises coming from outside.
"Sir, I can't let you in there without identif-" One of the Officers started.
"I'm her father!" It sounded like Christian.
"Sorry, sir, but I need to see some sort of..." The second Officer was cut off this time.
"Fucking take it!" There was the sound of something being tossed as the door was thrown open and Christian and Ana appeared at the doorway.
"Mom, dad!" Nicolette shouted- well, her version of shouted at the moment, as her voice wasn't cooperating and she kind of squeaked it.
"Nikki!" Ana shouted, throwing her arms around Nicolette's frame. Christian joined the hug shortly afterward.
They stayed like that for what had to be five minutes when Taylor interrupted the moment.
"Sir, your ID." Taylor spoke, his eyes found Nicolette's and he smiled... just barely... "It's good to see you Miss." Nicolette knew that he meant something different. That he was happy to see her alright.
"Thank you, Taylor. It's good to see you to." Nicolette rasped.
"C'mon sweet girl, time to rest." Ana grinned, she and Christian tucked their daughter in. And watched as she slept, peacefully for the first time in three months.