Heeey everyone!

I'm glad you liked the story so far. Thank you so so much for all the reviews you leave me. They are heartwarming.

I'm incredibly sorry for the gap since my last post. My life is kinda busy at the moment... Please try to understand. I'll do my best to post as soon as possible, but I can't promise anything.

Dear Victoria.Annxx, I agree, Lake Bled is really pretty. Especially in spring. If I think about it, the whole Slovenia is gorgeous. The mountains, the sea and everything in between. Sadly, we xon't appreciate it enough.

Technically, I don't live near Lubiana. I'm from a smaller city on the border with Italy (which is about as far from Lubiana as you can get), but to be honest, Slovenia is rather small, so nothing's actually far from the capital. It's like a two hour drive. Even less than that. I go to school in Lubiana though, so it's kinda a home away from home for me.

And about the Jay and Adam story, you gave me a really good idea, so thank you. (All credits go to you.) It was going to be very different from what it's going to be now. That's all I'm gonna say for now. Don't wanna spoil anything.

Dear markylannister, thank ypu for your reviews. You're really kind. I actually got the chance to visit your absolutely gorgeous capital, Prague, for one day. I really hope I get to visit Czech Republic again though and experience other things too.

Without further ado, enjoy!

PART 2

"Drop your gun or I'll shoot him!"

Well, this is not good.

"Listen, man, you really don't-" I try talking our way out of this wonderful situation, keeping an eye on Jay's motionless pale face.

"Drop your gun, NOW!" the tall guy interrupts me by yelling once again. Before I even get a chance to answer him, he pushes the gun directly into Jay's temple, so that it's leaning against his skin. "Drop it!" That's too close. I have to act, now.

"Okay, okay." I try to say as calmly as I possibly can, leaning forward to slowly and gently place my gun on the floor.

"Now!" the bossy macho warns me again, so I quickly change my mind and end up dropping the gun carelessly the rest of the way. Not the smartest move, but I can't afford having my partner shot right now. Or ever, really.

The second I put both of my hands in the air, the two sidekicks let go of Jay and force me into the wall, chest first. Crap, I can't see Jay from this angle. They better not hurt him, or I'll- Who am I kidding? This is hopeless. What am I supposed to do? Does anyone have a manual that I could borrow or something? No? That's a pity.

One of the dudes grabs my handcuffs and places them around my wrists, while the other one makes sure I don't budge. Brilliant. All my fighting skills will really come in handy with my hands locked in place behind my back. This is just great.

Once they're finished with me, I am allowed to turn around again. Well, more like forced to turn around. Thankfully, Jay is still in the same position as before. Sprawled on the floor and unconscious. Wow, never thought I'd call that good. That's a first.

Handcuffs are put on Jay's hands as well, before he is picked up harshly. Both of our phones are lying on the cement floor in pieces.

"Move" a barrel nudges me in the back, coaxing me to start walking, so I do. Man, I'm loving this.

All five of us make our way to the back exit and before I know it, we're outside the warehouse and in front of a black van.

Oh no. No no no. Not good. This is not good. Dear Jay, now would be a good time to wake up and freaking help me.

The back door of the vehicle is opened, and I am shoved inside, probably earning quite a few bruises in the process. A second later, Jay is thrown on the floor next to me none too gracefully. The door is shut closed and for a second, we're left by ourselves.

"Jay, can you hear me? Wake up, Jay!" I finally get a chance to check on my partner. Well, sort of. It's not like I can check for pulse or his pupils or how bad the knock on the hed was. I can see he's breathing though, so that'll do for now.

The front doors open and all three of our captors get in.

"Where are you taking us?" I decide to ask, even though it might be dangerous and I probably won't get an answer anyway. But you never know, they might be stupid. Based on the fact that they kidnapped two CPD detectives, they can't be very smart.

"Quiet!" one of the sidekicks warns me and points a gun at me once again. Well, it was worth a shot. I guess I'm gonna keep my mouth shut for a while.

Before I can react, a piece of duct tape appears in front of my face and is taped over my mouth, keeping me silent. A second later a bag is put over my head, so I can't see anything. Great. This is just what I needed. I hope they don't do the same to Jay, since he's unconscious anyway.

I hear tape being cut into pieces again, so it must not be my lucky day.

We drive in silence for quite a long time. I try my best to remember every turn we take, but am interrupted by a moan from my partner and lose my count. He comes first.

"Boss, he's waking up."

Okay, I was right. There group consists of a boss and two nobodies. And Jay's waking up. Thank God. The head injury probably wasn't too severe.

Suddenly, there is a lot of commotion next to meme and something kicks me in the shin. Dang it. Jay must me trashing around and there's nothing I can do about it.

Please, stay still, Jay.

"Silence him" the boss orders and I hear a smack again. Then silence.

I bet that was the sound of a gun connecting with Jay's head. Seriously, what is wrong with these guys? I hope they didn't hurt him too bad.

About ten minutes of silence later, the van jerks to a stop. Did we arrive at our final destination? Okay, that sounds terrible.

The back door opens and I'm pulled out. "Walk" the gun barrel is pushed against my back for the second time today. And I walk, not knowing where I'm going.

For all I know, I could be steps from walking off a cliff.

We go straight, take a left, then down 36 stairs, then straight again, turn left again, then stop.

A door is unlocked and then I'm flying. Luckily, the floor catches me soon. That was pleasant. Something slumps to the floor next to me with a loud thump. Jay, I'm guessing (and hoping). What was that? The third time his head got slammed into something?

Please, be okay.

I hear movement all around me, but I can't quite figure it out. What are they doing? Hands grab both of my arms and drag me across the floor. "You move, and I shoit him" a voice warns me, before the cuffs are removed for a second and then locked into place once again. I decide to listen to him this time and don't even flinch. The bag and tape are removed from my head and I blink a few times, trying to get my vision to focus.

Where are we?

The door shuts and I finally get a chance to scan the room. One locked door and no windows (great), plain walls and a camera in one corner. Jay is sprawled out on the floor across the room, still unconscious. His hands are secured behind his back with cuffs, just like mine. I try to get up to go check on him, but am pulled back before I can get very far. My cuffs are locked around a thick metal pipe, making sure I don't move.

Seriously, I'm enjoying this little trip so far.

"Jay, man, wake up." He doesn't even stir. "Jay? Can you hear me? Jay!" I don't hold back on screaming. I don't care at this point.

Once my throat starts to hurt from yelling so much, I decide to stop and give myself a break and save some strength for later.

I wiggle around just enough to be able to glance at my watch.

2.14 p.m.

It's been about four hours since this wonderful situation began. That's enough to get really far away from Chicago. That's also enough for the team to realise we never returned from our trip.

Man, I'd love to get yelled at by Voight right now. Hell, I'd even give anything for him to punch me in the face, if it ment we were safe. But I guess it's still not my lucky day, cuz it doesn't happen.

Jay's P.O.V.

What the hell?

My head is killing me. Like, killing me. The 'I'm about to die' type of a headache.

When did I get that? And my shoulder is hurting too. And my wrists. What on Earth? I'm could and something smells like mold. Where am I?

I try to open my eyes, but nothing happens. Actually, let me rephrase that. I manage to turn my horrible headache into an even worse one. My eyes still aren't open though.

I have to try again.

One. Two. Thr- "Argh."

Adam's P.O.V.

I must've fallen asleep at some point, because I am woken up by the sound of someone being in pain.

Jay.

I lift my head blinking a few times, before my vision clears. Jay is still in the same awkward and most definitely uncomfortable position, but there is a small difference. His face is scrunched in pain. He's waking up.

"Jay?" He doesn't react. "Jay, can you hear me?"

"Mmm." he groans in response.

"Oh, thank God. Are you okay?" Once again, he doesn't answer. "Jay?" Nothing. I'm starting to worry again. "Jay! JAY!"

"WHAT?!" he yells back, wincing to the pain he caused himself.

"You with me?" Silence. "Jay!"

"Yes! Stop screaming!"

I exhale in relief. This annoying, grumpy, exhausted, yet still sarcastic Jay in pain in is way better then the unconscious one.

"What happened?" he slurs quietly.

"You were knocked out. Twice."

He finally opens his eyes and looks at me in confusion. I quickly explain everything that's happened in the past few hours, confusing him even more.

"Kay" he concludes after a few minutes, information sinking in. "How long was I out?"

I check my watch again.

6.43 p.m.

"About seven or eight hours." Wow, that is a long time to be unconscious. "You sure you're okay?" I check again.

"Yeah."

That was a very precise answer. Thank you for that Jay, I curse him silently. "What day is it?"

"Adam, I'm good."

I'm not having it. "What's my middle name?"

"Ruzek! I'm fine!" he lashes out, making me stop blurting. "Shut up and let me sleep."

Before I can say anything in my defence, his eyes are closed and his breathing evens out seconds later.

Alright, let's sleep then.

"Night, Jay." I whisper.

Goodnight, Kim. Don't worry about me, I'll be okay. You can't get rid of my incredible personality that easily. I love you, sweetheart.

I decide not to say that part out loud to keep her safe. Just as a precaution.

Please, let tomorrow be a better day.

To be continued...

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Love, N