Hostage
Oliver Sampson kicks open the door and strides in, gun drawn. Rick jumps to his feet and hides behind his chair as Oliver non-chalantly shoves everything off of his desk, grabs the chair out of Rick's shaking grip and points the sig sauer directly at his forehead. "Where is she?"
"Now just calm dow..."
"Shut-up. There is only one thing that I want to hear from you right now. Tell me where she is."
"It's not as simple as that."
Oliver backs away a step, slowly moving the gun away from Rick's face but keeping it trained on him. He calmly turns Rick's now discarded chair toward himself and sits slowly. A dangerous smile crosses his features. "Explain it to me then."
You cross the room for what seems the thousandth time. Three days ago, Joseph, your Employers' favorite lackey, woke you from your bed. He told you they had an urgent assignment that only you could handle. You had been waiting for Oliver's return from Athens. He said they would let him know where they had sent you and that he would meet you there as soon as he could.
You laugh and resist the urge to throw a chair through the window. You have been shut up in what looks to be a hotel suite with no phone and armed guards on the door 24 hours a day. You don't even know what city you are in for sure, just that it looks like desert and you are right next to the airport.
You've been running over the past few assignments you've had in your head, trying to think of any unaccounted for time that could be cause for suspicion in your Employers' eyes, something to give you a reason. There is nothing. The guards are also unfamiliar. This leads you to one conclusion. Joseph has gone rogue, and you're now his prisoner. What a prize you will be to the enemy.
You take one last look out the window, the only unguarded possible exit. You are a good six floors up and there are no balconies. You wordlessly shut the curtains and prepare for another night in captivity.
Oliver checks his gun one more time before holstering it. He places a large black duffel bag in the trunk and shuts it. Rick stands by and hands him a folder. "Keep in mind now Oliver, this report is a day and a half old and it's the last word we have on Joseph's location. We still don't know where he is holding her, and he very well may have moved on by now."
"I'll find her. And if I can't, I'll find him. He's always been afraid of me, that's why he pulled this while I was still out of the country. Trust me, if I get my hands on the little weasel, he'll give her up." Oliver sits in the car.
"And if he won't?" Rick shuts the car door and speaks to Oliver through the rolled-down window.
Oliver smiles up and pats his side over where the gun resides. "I'll find her."
You poke your head out of your bedroom door, double checking to make sure there's no one lurking inside. Satisfied as to your solitude, you move to the living room and open the curtains to begin your nightly ritual. You shake up the can of whipped cream and begin to write with it on the glass. The last two nights, you used the hotel's complementary shaving cream and you have a secret stash of the hotel bar soap for when the whipped cream in a can runs out.
You're not sure why Joseph took you specifically. You know that he took you when he did to avoid Oliver, the bloody coward. You also know something else, Oliver noticed the minute he got home that you were gone. You know that he is looking for you. You're doing what you can to help him find you. You only hope it's enough.
According to your Employers' information, Joseph was last spotted in Phoenix. Oliver hopped the company jet and rented a car at the airport. He drives to a little convenience store for a map of the area. He takes it and sits on the hood of the car in the parking lot to read it.
A warm breeze ruffles his hair and he stares straight up at the bright full moon you love so much and sighs. He rolls his neck slightly to relieve some of the tension there and spies something out of the corner of his eye. He turns toward it fully and breaks into a wide beaming smile. "That's my girl," he whispers proudly into the night air. At the Holiday Hotel, across from the convenience store, written on the glass of a sixth floor window in big white letters reads, "Oliver, I'm here!"
You've gone back to the bedroom to try to get a little sleep. Your window is open so that you will wake up as soon as it gets light out. That way you can wipe away your SOS before your captors are any the wiser.
As you lay with your eyes closed, no closer to sleep, a breeze blows your hair onto your cheek, tickling you. You slap the hair away from your face and turn, frowning. You haven't really slept in three days and if you don't get some soon you're not going to be of any use to yourself.
You lay on your side and settle in amongst the covers. You feel the tickling again, this time at your shoulder. Just as you are about to move the bothersome strands of hair, the tickle moves to the strap of your nightgown and pulls it off of your shoulder. Next, you feel lips kissing your bare shoulder. You gasp and turn toward your intruder, ready for a fight.
You see a dark silhouette framed against the moonlit window. You inhale to scream only to have a warm hand clamped over your mouth. "I thought you'd be a little happier to see me than that Love," a soft English whisper says in the blackness. The hand moves away and you can't repress a sob. His arms are around you in seconds. He places kisses on your cheek and in your hair, whispering reassurances to you until you calm once more. You slide your hands up to his cheeks and turn his face to yours. You kiss him and feel him smile against your mouth.
He pulls away, his hands never leaving your body. "Let's continue this later Love, like after I've gotten you out of here."
"How...How did you get in?"
"The roof and then the window, in that order."
"There are armed guards outside."
You can't see him smile but you know it is there just the same. "I rather figured there was. Either that or you just really liked the food here."
You laugh. "I guess that was fairly much a duh. You're right, sorry. I haven't been sleeping well."
"Yes, well we'll put a stop to that as well. Let me make a quick call to Rick, get some of the local boys here as back up."
"And then?"
"And then we'll walk right out the front doors. Get dressed Love."
You go to your closet and pull a pair of jeans on, tucking your slip-like nightgown into them. You pull a T-shirt on over that and move back to Oliver's side, just as he closes his phone and replaces it in his back pocket.
As you enter the living room, Oliver crouches behind the sofa, checking his gun. "So now we wait for the Calvary?"
"Not exactly." He hands you a gun.
"Ah." He stands and picks up a chair, getting ready to throw it through the window. "Wait! Let me. I've been wanting to for days now." He hands the chair off to you. You spin with it once and fling it through the glass. The pane shatters, loudly. Oliver pulls you down next to him and trains his gun on the doors. You do the same as they are kicked open and the fleeting flood of light from the hallway outside is soon swamped by dark figures rushing the room. Gunshots and flashes fill the blackness for the next few minutes. Soon enough, Oliver takes you by the hand and leads you over the fallen bodies of your jailers to the hallway, to freedom.
Oliver takes you to the lobby with his arm around your waist. A man in a light gray suit crosses and greets you both. "Did you get Joseph?" Oliver asks him.
"No Sir. We're on his trail though. He won't get far. Your Employers have requested that you take the lady into hiding for a few weeks, until we catch up with him. The location is up to you." The man looks to you. "Ma'am, I've been instructed to tell you to consider it a vacation. Your Employers apologize for the distress caused you in their name and hope this will make up for it."
"Thank you," your smile is sincere, but also tired.
"The company jet is waiting for you across the street. Whenever you're ready." The man moves to the elevator with a few other men dressed similarly. Your Employer's clean-up crew.
Oliver walks you toward the doors. "Where would you like to go Love?"
You shrug and hold him tighter. "Somewhere safe where I can be alone with you for a long time. Someplace where we can stay that does not look like a hotel room."
"I think we can do that." He kisses the top of your head and walks you into the night.
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