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Okay, I think that, until our wi-fi is fixed, I'm going to update this on Fridays.

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GreNeth: Wake Up Call

"So, what do you think of getting a pet?" Heracles asked. "I was thinking a cat."

"Hmm," Lars hummed, eyes never leaving the forms in front of him.

Heracles watched him for a while before he sighed. Business was booming the last few months for Lars, and his company had expanded quite a lot. But he had become super busy, and when they were having breakfast together, it was the only time they really had for one another. And even then, Lars was usually occupied.

Heracles was happy for his husband, but he couldn't help but feel a little neglected.

"I'm sorry," Lars said, standing up. "I have a meeting to attend."

Heracles nodded, lowering his eyes and sighing. Lars seemed to notice the sigh and turned to Heracles.

Neither spoke, and Lars eventually left. Heracles closed his eyes, feeling disappointed yet again.

…

Lars returned home earlier than usual. He had been forced to work late most of the time, but had put all of his business on hold while he went home to Heracles.

He had made a reservation at one of the fanciest restaurants as a surprise, and he also had another surprise for Heracles in his arms.

The kitten was currently sleeping, and he knew that Heracles and the cat would get along swimmingly.

He went to their bedroom and froze. It looked insanely messy, but not as though someone had searched for something. It looked like there was a struggle. And lying on top of the bed was a sheet of paper. Fearing the worst, Lars picked it up.

We have your little Greek lover. If you want him back, wait for our phone call tomorrow morning.

Lars trembled in rage and fear. Someone had kidnapped Heracles. He quickly pulled out his phone to call a certain friend of his.

…

Heracles awoke with a splitting headache in an uncomfortable position. As was usual for him, he remained like that for a while, not wanting to properly wake up and hoping to drift off to sleep in spite of the position.

However, the more time passed, the clearer his mind became, and he remembered how he had been in the bedroom, ready for his afternoon nap when a group of strangers entered his room. They had tried to pin him down, but he tried his best to get away as soon as possible. And then something collided with the back of his head, and he was knocked unconscious.

He realised that the reason why he was uncomfortable was because he was seated in a chair with ropes around his wrists, his elbows and his ankles. He could only conclude that he had been kidnapped, or was tied up somewhere in his house.

He was starting to feel frightened, but tried hard to calm down. He opened his eyes to survey his surroundings, only to find that he couldn't. He was wearing a blindfold.

He heard a door open, followed by footsteps. He tried to determine how many there were, but it was difficult. All he knew was, there was more than one.

"Looks like he's awake," someone said.

The man spoke with an accent, though Heracles was having difficulty identifying it. He blamed it on his headache.

"Your boyfriend's been making quite a name for himself," someone else said, this time with a different accent.

"Husband," Heracles automatically corrected.

It would seem that they hadn't gagged him, but for what purpose, Heracles didn't know.

He felt fingers stroking his hair and flinched away. Those fingers then grabbed his hair and pulled his head back.

"It doesn't matter," a voice hissed into his ear. "He's made a lot of money. You're going to help us get it."

Heracles inhaled sharply. So, it was a ransom that they wanted. But Heracles couldn't help but think that there was no way that Lars would pay. He valued money too much.

Perhaps even more than he valued Heracles.

…

"Nothing else?" Officer Ludwig Beilschmidt asked.

Ludwig was an old friend of Lars, and while he usually worked with homicides, he was accompanying the missing persons' unit on Lars's personal request. It was simply because Lars actually trusted Ludwig.

The missing persons' officers that came with Ludwig were Officers Antonio Carriedo and Alfred Jones. They had asked a few questions of their own, but it was clear that Lars was a little uncomfortable with them.

"Just that they would call me tomorrow morning," Lars sighed. He then turned to Antonio. "How do these things usually go?"

Antonio and Alfred shared a look.

"Well," Alfred said. "Usually, they'll call you to give you their terms. How many days, what you have to do or how much money you have to pay. We usually try to get them as fast as possible."

"And what's the worst that could happen?" Lars asked. "Be honest with me."

Antonio flinched.

"Well…" Antonio said. "Sometimes… They decide to have some fun with their captives. But if there's a ransom… then they usually leave them unharmed. If they…"

"If they intend to give him back," Lars said. "And if they don't?"

"They might sell him," Alfred said. "There are still slavers. And organs fetch a high price on the black market."

"We'll do everything we can to prevent something like that from happening," Antonio said.

Lars nodded his head.

"What do I have to do?" he asked.

…

Lars hadn't slept at all during the night, and neither did the three officers. They had tapped the landline, along with both Lars and Heracles's cell phones, just in case. The Dutchman needed to keep the kidnappers on the phone as long as possible. And he also needed to demand to speak to Heracles. They needed to make sure that he was still alive.

The four of them jumped when the phone rang, and Lars was about to answer it, but Alfred held up a finger before signifying that the other could answer.

As agreed upon, Lars put the phone on speaker and swallowed thickly.

"Who is this?" he asked.

"Now, you should know the answer to that," a man said on the other end. "We're the ones that took your little boy-toy."

Lars grit his teeth when he heard the way the man described Heracles.

"Let me speak to him," Lars demanded.

"Why would you want to do that?"

"I need to make sure he's still alive and unharmed, otherwise you get nothing from me."

There was silence for a while, and Lars waited impatiently, hoping that Heracles was fine.

"L-Lars?" Heracles's voice asked.

"Hera!" Lars exclaimed, happy to hear Heracles's voice. "Are you alright? Did they hurt you?"

"I'm fine," Heracles said. "Just tired. And hungry."

There was the sound of movement on the other end.

"But if you don't cooperate, that could easily change," the first voice said.

Lars jumped when he heard Heracles cry out in pain, and he clenched his fists, the knuckles turning white.

"What are you doing to him?!" Lars demanded.

"Nothing much," the kidnapper said. "But if you don't cooperate, it's going to be more than a sprained finger. Like a finger in the mail."

Lars gritted his teeth.

"What do you want?" he demanded.

"Business as usual, I see. Ten million dollars. Three days. We'll call you to arrange a drop-off time. If you're late, or you tried to cheat us with the money, you'll get to build a jigsaw with your little lover."

The dial tone sounded, and Lars felt sick to his stomach. Ludwig placed a calming hand on his shoulder.

"What am I going to do?" Lars asked. "I don't have that kind of money."

"That's why we're here," Alfred said. "We'll analyse the data, but we should be able to get him back to you by tonight."

Lars nodded his head, hoping that the officer was speaking the truth.

…

Heracles was breathing heavily, sweat clinging to his skin. It was a combination of fear and pain.

His finger hadn't been sprained, like the man told Lars. He had sprained his fingers before. No, it was definitely broken. And after the kidnappers had finished with the call they made to Lars, he heard them say that they had no intention of letting him go. That he was healthy, and his organs would probably fetch a high price on the black market.

He didn't know how long ago they left, but that it had been a while. Heracles felt tired, but he knew that he couldn't dare sleep. Sleep brought him closer to the deadline, and closer to a possible death.

He heard shouts and bangs, and he couldn't help but hope that they meant something good for him. The door opened, and he held his breath as someone ran up to him.

The blindfold was removed, and he blinked when he looked into blue eyes.

"Don't worry," the man said. "We came to get you out. Come on. Your husband is really worried about you."

…

Lars was sitting on the couch, absently stroking the kitten. Ludwig was sitting in the armchair, looking worriedly at his friend.

The doorbell rang, and Lars made his way to the front door, the kitten held against his chest. He hoped that it was Antonio and Alfred, and Heracles with them, safe and sound.

The first thing he saw was Heracles, and before anyone could say anything, the Dutchman had the other in a tight hug, mindful of the kitten. Heracles hesitated for a moment before returning the hug.

"I just love reunions, don't you?" Antonio asked.

"Yeah," Alfred said. "It's better than the alternative."

Lars pulled away from Heracles, and the latter noticed the kitten.

"Lars?" he asked. "What…?"

"I was going to surprise you yesterday," Lars said, "but… I hope you realise that you're still the most important to me. I'm sorry if you were feeling neglected lately."

Heracles smiled, before he took the kitten, cuddling it against his chest.

"Heracles," Ludwig said from behind Lars, "have they given you anything to eat?"

Heracles shook his head, and Ludwig sighed.

"Then I suppose the two of you would need to eat, and then get some sleep," Ludwig said.

The two nodded their heads, making their way to the kitchen with the three policemen. They were all just happy that things had been resolved without a problem.

The prompt is: 'Person A of your OTP finds that person B is kidnapped and held for ransom! How do they react?'