My Beautiful Doll

Warning: WARNING FOR RAPE AND SEXUAL ASSULT! I tried not to make it too explicit, but here's a warning just in case.

A/N: Heyyyyy! I hope you guys enjoyed the last bonus chapter. I'm going out to buy ingredients for my friend's birthday dinner because we're gonna be cooking (I'm making non-traditional lasagna) so I'm pretty excited about that. There aren't a lot of updates from me other than the fact I bought TEN new books yesterday when I just bought like 5 books earlier this December AND for my birthday. Also, I just realized how much of an actual fucking nerd I am because I bought a couple of books in "A Short Introduction to_" series and then proceeded to get excited for the most mundane of subjects. Hell! I saw the entry for "Medical Law" and audibly said OUT LOUD, "sounds like fun". Like girly no, fun is skydiving or going out with friends, not reading for hours on end about criminology or forensic science. Real talk though, when I was in eight grade up until I graduated, I kept bringing around a thick-ass book on criminology that they actually used in collages and read that in school FOR FUN.

I am a boring as fuck person who gets excited about law and national security. I have no clue why people are still friends with me.

I need to go bungee jumping or something...

Anyways, turns out that this was a longer author's note than I expected but oh well. See you and have a nice day!


Ian is a cool, calm, collected sniper. Ignoring the fact that his heart is currently feeling like it's running a thousand miles a minute, his hands sweating more than it had ever had in his entire life, and his soul feeling like it's halfway down to the depths of the earth, he was absolutely the perfect picture of zen.

After receiving the call from Billy and almost gaining a speeding ticket the length of his list of kills, he managed to make his way to the woods where he was certain Don was held.

"Guess what? I asked the owner of the hardware store here, he said that a man by Baker's description did stop by a few times," Cooper's voice rang out from the speakerphones, accompanying him as he drove.

"What did he buy?"

"Other than the usual stuff needed to rebuild a house? A bunch of rope, iron bars for windows, and soundproof insulation," Cooper replied.

"A perfect prison," he muttered underneath his breath.

"Not only that, I just got off the phone with David. He said that he went over to check the cameras in Don's apartment, and guess what they saw."

"Baker walked in?" He couldn't help but sound a bit surprised. Considering the intelligence of this man, he was surprised that he would be so bold. Then again, remembering how Baker had basically hand delivered the videotape, maybe he shouldn't be so dismissive of the man's possible stupidity either.

"Walked in and walked out with a bunch of Don's stuff," Cooper spat out, sounding pissed. That got Ian's blood to boil too. Did the man really think that he could force Don into a domestic life with him after everything that happened?

Not a snowball's chance in hell anyone would let that happen, especially Don.

"Do you have the location of the house?"

"Yeah, I'm sending it over to everyone."

"Are we sure this is where they're held?" Ian couldn't help but join in Charlie's worry about them messing up. He guessed that it was contagious, this self doubt. It was a wonder he never caught it earlier considering who his boyfriend was. Don was the epitome of insecurity and self-loathing, he just managed to hide it under courage, bravado, and a whole lot of sarcasm. Well…after those eye opening statements that Baker made, Ian made sure that Don wouldn't hide himself again.

He wouldn't let the man he loved hurt himself again trying to protect others.

"I'm around ninety percent certain," Cooper replied. "Everything we have points to this house. My gut is telling me that this is the place."

Looks like Cooper's instincts weren't the only ones flaring up. Ian, just like Cooper and Don, relied on his instincts just as much as he relied on his skills. He trusted them more than he trusts most of the agents he's worked with. So if both of their instincts lined up, they must be right. He was sure of it.

"Alright, I'll call everyone to let them know where to go," he said, feeling more hopeful than he had ever been in awhile.

"Don't worry Edge." Ian could hear the manic grin in Cooper's voice, "We're gonna give him hell."

"Give him hell indeed," he muttered under his breath as he drove his way down the main roads into the woods. It didn't take long for him to come across even more police cars along with a few familiar black SUVs and a truck. He turned off his car and stepped out, itching to storm the building. Going to his trunk, he opened it up to find his familiar rifle tucked away. He grabbed all the things he needed, strapped the vest on him and walked up to the familiar group of people.

"House is just up the road," Cooper said, pointing towards the direction where he could see disturbed ground. Looking around, he noted one person that was there that caused him to raise his eyebrow.

"You sure you want to bring in the math professor?" Ian asked, pointing in the direction of Don's brother. "I don't think Don will be too happy about it."

"Charlie's only sticking around the ambulance," David replied, strapping the vest on himself. "We made sure to have personnel around the area just in case."

Ian readied his gun, his rifle strapped to his back. He didn't want to miss this for the world. "Alright then, if you're sure you can handle Don's wrath, I won't stop you" he muttered, earning a few snickers nearby. "You guys ready?" They all nodded in agreement, their faces now grave serious. "Then let's go."

They all walked into the woods, crowding each other with another handful of SWAT members. Ian was smack dab in the middle along with Cooper and Megan. They all ran as fast as they could while keeping their footsteps light, making sure not to alert the former agent. It wasn't long before the house came into view, the light and almost domestic place looking more sinister than any prison Ian's ever seen.

The group branched over with some people going to the left and others going to the right, likely to make sure that there were no other exits. Ian and the rest of the team got up the front door, guns drawn and ready to shoot. They all looked at each other apprehensively, worried about any possible traps that this man might have.

A few of the SWAT members that went around the house gave them a thumbs up, signaling that the coast is clear. Taking a deep breath, Ian went on his knees and pulled out a lockpicking kit. He figured that this was the best way possible, sneaking in and catching the man off guard. It wasn't too hard and soon, he was able to quietly swing open the door. Putting a hand to his lips, he motioned for everyone to walk inside quietly.

The house was eerily quiet and almost cold. The warm wallpapers and decorations did nothing to cover the sinister nature of the house. A pile of food lay on the kitchen counter, its contents turning cold a while ago. They all quietly opened the doors one by one, making sure no one was inside. Ian was the one unfortunate enough to open the door at the end of the hallway, his nerves of steel being the only thing keeping him from making a sound. He could hear gasps and curses coming from the people behind him as they realized what it was.

This was the man's 'studio' and it's clear that he is in the middle of prepping his last victim, dead long before any of this happened if Ian had to hazard a guess. Taking a peek inside and being careful not to get sick from the fumes, he noted that this room is where the pictures of Don were most blatantly taken by stalking. The other few pictures that lined the rooms and hallways looked like they could be taken by a friend. But these ones? They were clearly taken without consent.

How long has he been stalking Don? Ian wondered, How have I not noticed? A part of him couldn't help but feel guilty. Maybe if he knew what was going on sooner, he could've saved Don from the pain. Looking behind at the team, he realized that they all got to the same conclusions as he did if the guilty looks were anything to judge by.

He shook his head, unwilling to be drowned by emotions. There's a time and place for everything, Edgerton, he scolded himself. Breaking out of his reverie, he backed up slowly, motioning for someone to guard this place just in case. Then they all proceeded to look around even more, growing frustrated as the rooms turned up empty.

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon…where are you? There was no way they were gone. The car was still parked nearby and there were no fresh tracks that indicated that someone walked out. They had to be in the house somewhere. Ian decided to walk into the living room, just in case they missed anything.

Walking around, he saw that there were remnants of a broken vase on the floor, its contents spilling everywhere. He knelt down, touching the water with his fingertips. He noticed that the area doesn't have a lot of water pooling around as it should have. Looking closer, he noted that it seems like the water seems like it's going into the floor, like there was a hole there. That's odd. He flipped the side of the carpet up and almost jumped for joy.

Underneath was a trap door.

He motioned to everyone to come in and pointed in the direction of the table that was on the door. With everyone's combined efforts, they managed to get it out of the way. Ian threw the carpet to the side and gripped the handle of the door tightly and pulled it. As the door was pulled open, he ran down, cursing at the long stretch of hallway that separated him and his goal. But before he could take another step, he heard something that made his blood boil.

"I hope you're ready for the next base angel" Baker's voice rang out from the basement, his tone cold and entirely too smug. "Soon…we'll get to be one."

"NO! STOP!" A familiar voice screamed, his voice panicked, terrified, and hurt.

"Awww…don't be so dramatic," Baker cooed, his voice sickly sweet. "I promised I'd be gentle. There's no need to be afraid, my pretty little doll". After a beat of silence save for the heavy panting and occasional whimper, he said "Oh! Looks like I finally found it!" his voice sounded entirely too gleeful.

"NO! DON'T-" Don's voice cut off as he moaned, his voice high and in agony like the sound was forcibly ripped out of his throat. "Stop, please," he begged, his voice breaking as he tried to reign his emotions in.

"I will if you would quit squirming. Let me finish preparing you or else it'll hurt worse later on," Baker hissed, sounding annoyed.

After he said that, it was followed by a frantic and choked "STOP-" before Don cut himself off abruptly again, this time, he was screaming in pain before he started to sob helplessly.

Ian was already halfway through the hallway when he heard those last words, growling as soon as he heard Don cry. But before he could do anything, a blur of red and blue rushed past him, brandishing their own gun. Ian swore as he ran after the other reckless idiot, not far behind. "FBI FREEZE!" Cooper shouted as he reached down the stairs, aiming his gun. As soon as Ian got to the bottom, his blood ran cold.

In the middle of the room was a metal table, one that Ian suspected Baker used during his torture sessions. Baker looked proud as he was bent over the table, his eyes bright with barely concealed obsessive insanity, his pants unzipped and his belt was discarded on the floor. Not only that, but there, underneath Baker, his body being held down by Baker's own bigger weight, was Don.

Don looked horrible. He had dark circles under his eyes and had tears running down his face, his skin flushed red due to the forced stimulation. His face was scrunched up in pain as his jaw was clenched tightly, trying to ride out the pain of what was being done to him. His shirt was ripped and bloody and his pants were unfastened and pooling around his thighs, his belt completely missing. To everyone's horror, not only did Baker already have his hands down Don's boxers, but there, dripping from his mouth and onto his shirt was a familiar white substance.

They were too late.

"HANDS UP!" He screamed, aiming his gun just as Baker yanked Don up to cover him. Ian could hear Don whimper, shoulders slumping over in clear relief as Baker's hands left him to grab the knife that was on the table, wrapping his arm around Don and pressing the blade to his neck.

"Let him go, asshole!" Coop snarled. Ian would've made a quip about protocol, but it had gone out the window as soon as Don was kidnapped.

"Ah…you people," Baker said calmly with barely concealed disgust, his expression a far cry from what it was a few seconds ago. Baker shifted, holding Don closer to get a better grip and Ian could see Don take a sharp inhale, closing his eyes tightly. He had a feeling he knew exactly what Don was feeling to gain that reaction. His hand was itching to rip that bastard from him so that Don wouldn't have to be pressed up against him any longer.

"Yes, us," Colby hissed, looking extremely pissed. "Now we'll give you a choice. You either let our boss go right now and we'll promise not to kill you, or…you drag this on." Colby let out a snort, like he was holding back laughter. "Although, I won't guarantee your survival if you do."

Ian could see Don freeze, a flash of disapproval going through his expression. "Don't…" Don croaked out, his voice rough from screaming. "Don't kill him unless you have to."

"Aw…" the man cooed, causing Ian to grip his gun tighter, "Are you trying to keep me alive?" To everyone's disgust, he went down to nuzzle Don's neck, a lovesick smile on his face. "You do love me."

"Dream on you delusional jackass," Don growled, his jaw set tight. "I just don't want your blood staining my team."

Think about yourself you dick! Ian wanted to scream. Instead, he held his gun tighter, trying to find an angle where he could get a hit in. Fuck, nothing! Baker was doing too good of a job covering himself with Don. He wouldn't be able to shoot the man without hurting Don.

As if sensing Ian's thoughts, a determined gaze fell over Don's features, Ian's instincts were screaming at him that Don was going to do something stupid, doing whatever it takes to spare people of whatever perceived pains or inconveniences he thinks they have regardless of the cost to himself. What are you going to do now idiot? Looking over at Coop, he could tell that the man also saw what Ian saw and was preparing the worst.

Without warning, Don slumped over, seemingly passed out. Baker let out a shout of surprise, lowering his knife and changing his position in order to keep Don from falling onto the floor. Then, faster that any of them could react, Don shot back up, slamming his head right into Baker's skull. Both Baker and Don let out a cry of pain before Baker let go of Don, stumbling backwards, clutching his face. Ian saw the opening and pressed the trigger, the gunshot ringing loudly throughout the enclosed space.

Baker fell down screaming, his leg bleeding from the gunshot. But Ian didn't have time to gloat. Instantly, he ran towards the falling figure, holding his arms out. He barely registered a pair of pale arms doing the same beside him as they both caught Don before he could face-plant onto the floor. Ian's heart soared as he felt the weight of the familiar body on him, the sight of the man's spiky dark hair causing him to relax just a bit. "We got you, Don," Ian said, happy that he was finally able to say that.

"Knew you'd find me…" Don whispered as he looked up, sounding relieved but also something else, something that Ian couldn't quite pin. Although his face was scrunched in pain, he was still able to give them that brilliant smile that they all loved. God…I thought I'd never see that smile again.

Ian and Billy both looked at each other, twin smiles on their faces. They had Don back. They could finally rest easy. Both Ian and Billy tightened their hold around Don, making a small protective bubble around the man. They ignored the commotion going around them, trusting everyone else to take care of the rest. The only thing that mattered was the injured agent in their hold.

They both pressed their lips on the top of his head, hoping that he could feel their love and reassurance. And, without prior agreement, they whispered the same thing, a promise to the man they both couldn't help but love.

"Always…"


A/N: FINALLY! Don is back with his family and now under the collective protection of every single pissed of law-enforcement agent in LA. He can rest easy and finally catch a break...or can he?

*cue the dramatic ass music*

dun Dun DUNNNNNNN!