Empty Spaces - Chapter Thirteen
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missmara13Title: Empty Spaces - Chapter Thirteen
Author: Mara
Rating: R
Warning: AU, some Violence and Language. Sex in later chapters (Not much worse than on the show)
Summary: Kirsten Nichols and her son Ryan have always been fine on their own, so have Sandy Cohen and his son Seth. But now everything's starting to change for both families, some of it for the better, some of it for the worse.
Notes: In this chapter, stuff in italics is on the TV. Joe Flanigan plays Malcolm in my mind... lol
Empty Spaces - Chapter Thirteen
Ryan felt a shiver run down his back as he woke again, this time with the room actually empty. He slowly lifted his head to look around as he pulled and twisted at the ropes binding his hands, worried that Anthony would return at any moment and he'd pay for it. But there was no sound in the whole building, it seemed, so Ryan tried harder, his gaze looking for any way out of the room or anything that could help him escape, maybe a weapon to use against Anthony or Trey is they returned.
The ropes were too tight, though, and Ryan finally stopped struggling, trying to focus on making his brain work the right way again so he could figure things out. It was all so fuzzy, though. He couldn't manage to remember what Malcolm taught him about escaping when tied up, all he could remember is the man promising that he'd never have to escape, because he'd never get grabbed.
"Yeah, that worked out," Ryan muttered, sagging slightly in the chair and switching his goals to trying to get a little more comfortable. It was hot outside, at least it had been for the past few weeks, but inside the room it felt twice as hot, and Ryan was glad that he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, instead of jeans and a long sleeved shirt like he usually did.
"Stop fidgeting."
Ryan froze immediately at the sound of Trey's voice, then turned to glare at him. "Go to hell."
"Is that any way to talk to the guy who brought you water and food?" Trey asked, setting the plate and bottle down. "Come on, Ry, this'll all be over in no time flat."
"You lied to me, drugged me, kidnapped me, and tied me to a chair," Ryan said. "Yeah, sure, Trey, all's forgiven. Let's be friends again. I even know how you can start!"
Trey sighed and grabbed the water bottle, twisting off the cap and holding it out. "Take small sips so you don't choke."
"Fuck you."
~~~
Alex was in a crappy mood when she walked into the Bait Shop, and she was about to snap at the employees when she realized they weren't just sitting around doing nothing, they were watching the TV with concern on their faces. "What happened?" she asked, shoving her way through until she saw the screen.
A picture of Ryan, probably his school picture, was displayed with the words 'kidnapped heir' underneath it.
"Sources indicated that it may have been one of the teenager's bodyguards, Andrew Collins, who abducted the boy late last night from his grandfather's house," the pretty Asian reporter said. "For those just tuning in, news broke just over an hour ago that Ryan Nichols, grandson of Newport Beach business mogul Caleb Nichols, was abducted this morning. Stay tuned for more information as this story develops."
"Oh my God..." Alex whispered.
"They said there was a ransom note, and no signs of a struggle," Nate, one of the bartenders, said in a quiet voice. "So he's probably okay."
Alex shook her head, trying not to think about the fact that the last thing she said to Ryan was an accusation that he was lying.
~~~
On first glance, Malcolm Overman seemed like nothing more than a friendly and jovial guy, even if he did tend to watch his young charge like a hawk. He liked to tell jokes, drive fast, and talk about women, always hoping that his wife wouldn't overhear him and probably kick his ass and drag him home by the ear, at least until she'd finally divorced him.
Malcolm was also an ex-marine who had a license for a concealed weapon and carried it with him everywhere, both on and off duty. And at the moment he was officially off duty, but found himself driving through the throngs of reporters near the Nichols mansion, then pushing through the crowds to enter the mansion, flipping off a cop that tried to stop him.
"Anything?" he asked Kirsten as he moved to crouch down next to the chair she was sitting in, covering her hand with one of his.
"Nothing," Kirsten replied, greatful for Malcolm's presence. "There were no signs of a struggle," she whispered.
Malcolm's jaw clenched and he looked away, knowing the same as she did what that meant. He had been the one who taught Ryan self defense, and the first thing he'd taught the boy was that unless a knife was to his throat or a gun to his head, he was suppose to fight with everything he had so that, even if he was taken, the likelihood of evidence being found would be higher. So either it was a sudden and life threatening abduction, or...
"We found the car," the lead Detective, Worth, said as he walked in. "No one inside, but we did find a used syringe."
"They drugged him," Malcolm said. "This could be good, Kirsten," he continued after a moment. "They wanted to take him quick and peaceful, no violence. They're not as likely to hurt him."
"What, the guy who flipped off my officers is a profiler?" Detective Worth asked, glaring.
"Ex-Special Forces Marine," Malcolm replied with a matching glare. "I'm Ryan's non-lying non-scumbag bodyguard," he added. "The one who'd die before he put the kid in any kind of danger. And I used to run extraction ops, so why don't you fill me in?"
"We've got this covered," Detective Worth replied. "We don't need some washed up soldier."
"Fuck you," Malcolm said. "A 15 year-old kid is missing, a kid who's family as far as I'm concerned. So unless these FBI people have a retired special forces team ready to activate and find Ryan? You need me."
"Listen you..." Detective Worth began.
"Malcolm will be involved in finding my son," Kirsten said firmly. "So back the hell off."
"Kirsten?" Sandy called as he and Seth entered along with Summer.
"Oh Sandy," Kirsten said, standing to go to him and ease into his comforting embrace.
"You see or hear anything off yesterday, Summer?" Malcolm asked. He knew the girl almost as well as he knew Ryan, and he knew she was smart and quick to catch things. "Somebody watching him close at the party?"
"All the girls, like usual," Summer replied, sniffling. "And a bunch of guys, too, but that was because of Alex, they all thought she was hot. And... I think he and Alex got in a fight, because she left and he was upset, but... he wouldn't tell me what was going on, he just muttered something about his grandpa and Mr. Cooper both being assholes."
Caleb sighed, running a hand over his face. "She may have overheard a conversation between Jimmy and I regarding her," he explained. "Neither of us approved, and I suppose we were both a bit harsh. He would have been home safe if he hadn't been upset."
"If Andrew really was involved, then he would only have been safe until the next time the chance presented itself," Malcolm replied, standing and beginning to pace, a hand absently tapping against the comforting bulge of his gun, holstered underneath his leather jacket. "Like I told Kirsten, he probably hasn't been hurt, they wouldn't have drugged him if they planned on hurting him, and the syringe says they drugged him."
"Detective Worth?" an officer said as he walked over. "There's a girl at the gate saying she's the victim's girlfriend..."
"Blonde with a purple streak in her hair?" Malcolm said.
"Yeah..."
"That's Alex," Kirsten said. "Please let her in."
"It might be better if the girl stays away," Caleb said. "She shouldn't be..."
"Shut up," Kirsten snapped.
It was only a few moments before Alex walked into the living room, looking shaken. "He's really missing?" she asked.
"Kirsten found the note this morning," Summer said, going to put a hand on the other girl's back. "But between the cops and Malcolm, he'll be home in no time."
Alex shook her head. "The last thing I said to him was that... I accused him of just using me to rebel against his family," she whispered.
"You can apologize when he comes home," Summer said. She looked over at the cops. "You're supposedly better at this than Mal, so why are you sitting on your pathetic asses?"
"Look, Miss..." Detective Worth began.
"Shut up and find him," Alex snapped, pulling herself together.
"I think that would be why Ryan likes the girl," Malcolm said pointedly to Caleb. "She kicks ass."
To Be Continued...
Heh... Ryan's pissed... Malcolm's taking charge... Alex is scared and pissed... Kirsten is scared, pissed, and still making sure she gets her way... and Caleb is looking like an idiot... so much fun...
Author: Mara
Rating: R
Warning: AU, some Violence and Language. Sex in later chapters (Not much worse than on the show)
Summary: Kirsten Nichols and her son Ryan have always been fine on their own, so have Sandy Cohen and his son Seth. But now everything's starting to change for both families, some of it for the better, some of it for the worse.
Notes: In this chapter, stuff in italics is on the TV. Joe Flanigan plays Malcolm in my mind... lol
Empty Spaces - Chapter Thirteen
Ryan felt a shiver run down his back as he woke again, this time with the room actually empty. He slowly lifted his head to look around as he pulled and twisted at the ropes binding his hands, worried that Anthony would return at any moment and he'd pay for it. But there was no sound in the whole building, it seemed, so Ryan tried harder, his gaze looking for any way out of the room or anything that could help him escape, maybe a weapon to use against Anthony or Trey is they returned.
The ropes were too tight, though, and Ryan finally stopped struggling, trying to focus on making his brain work the right way again so he could figure things out. It was all so fuzzy, though. He couldn't manage to remember what Malcolm taught him about escaping when tied up, all he could remember is the man promising that he'd never have to escape, because he'd never get grabbed.
"Yeah, that worked out," Ryan muttered, sagging slightly in the chair and switching his goals to trying to get a little more comfortable. It was hot outside, at least it had been for the past few weeks, but inside the room it felt twice as hot, and Ryan was glad that he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, instead of jeans and a long sleeved shirt like he usually did.
"Stop fidgeting."
Ryan froze immediately at the sound of Trey's voice, then turned to glare at him. "Go to hell."
"Is that any way to talk to the guy who brought you water and food?" Trey asked, setting the plate and bottle down. "Come on, Ry, this'll all be over in no time flat."
"You lied to me, drugged me, kidnapped me, and tied me to a chair," Ryan said. "Yeah, sure, Trey, all's forgiven. Let's be friends again. I even know how you can start!"
Trey sighed and grabbed the water bottle, twisting off the cap and holding it out. "Take small sips so you don't choke."
"Fuck you."
~~~
Alex was in a crappy mood when she walked into the Bait Shop, and she was about to snap at the employees when she realized they weren't just sitting around doing nothing, they were watching the TV with concern on their faces. "What happened?" she asked, shoving her way through until she saw the screen.
A picture of Ryan, probably his school picture, was displayed with the words 'kidnapped heir' underneath it.
"Sources indicated that it may have been one of the teenager's bodyguards, Andrew Collins, who abducted the boy late last night from his grandfather's house," the pretty Asian reporter said. "For those just tuning in, news broke just over an hour ago that Ryan Nichols, grandson of Newport Beach business mogul Caleb Nichols, was abducted this morning. Stay tuned for more information as this story develops."
"Oh my God..." Alex whispered.
"They said there was a ransom note, and no signs of a struggle," Nate, one of the bartenders, said in a quiet voice. "So he's probably okay."
Alex shook her head, trying not to think about the fact that the last thing she said to Ryan was an accusation that he was lying.
~~~
On first glance, Malcolm Overman seemed like nothing more than a friendly and jovial guy, even if he did tend to watch his young charge like a hawk. He liked to tell jokes, drive fast, and talk about women, always hoping that his wife wouldn't overhear him and probably kick his ass and drag him home by the ear, at least until she'd finally divorced him.
Malcolm was also an ex-marine who had a license for a concealed weapon and carried it with him everywhere, both on and off duty. And at the moment he was officially off duty, but found himself driving through the throngs of reporters near the Nichols mansion, then pushing through the crowds to enter the mansion, flipping off a cop that tried to stop him.
"Anything?" he asked Kirsten as he moved to crouch down next to the chair she was sitting in, covering her hand with one of his.
"Nothing," Kirsten replied, greatful for Malcolm's presence. "There were no signs of a struggle," she whispered.
Malcolm's jaw clenched and he looked away, knowing the same as she did what that meant. He had been the one who taught Ryan self defense, and the first thing he'd taught the boy was that unless a knife was to his throat or a gun to his head, he was suppose to fight with everything he had so that, even if he was taken, the likelihood of evidence being found would be higher. So either it was a sudden and life threatening abduction, or...
"We found the car," the lead Detective, Worth, said as he walked in. "No one inside, but we did find a used syringe."
"They drugged him," Malcolm said. "This could be good, Kirsten," he continued after a moment. "They wanted to take him quick and peaceful, no violence. They're not as likely to hurt him."
"What, the guy who flipped off my officers is a profiler?" Detective Worth asked, glaring.
"Ex-Special Forces Marine," Malcolm replied with a matching glare. "I'm Ryan's non-lying non-scumbag bodyguard," he added. "The one who'd die before he put the kid in any kind of danger. And I used to run extraction ops, so why don't you fill me in?"
"We've got this covered," Detective Worth replied. "We don't need some washed up soldier."
"Fuck you," Malcolm said. "A 15 year-old kid is missing, a kid who's family as far as I'm concerned. So unless these FBI people have a retired special forces team ready to activate and find Ryan? You need me."
"Listen you..." Detective Worth began.
"Malcolm will be involved in finding my son," Kirsten said firmly. "So back the hell off."
"Kirsten?" Sandy called as he and Seth entered along with Summer.
"Oh Sandy," Kirsten said, standing to go to him and ease into his comforting embrace.
"You see or hear anything off yesterday, Summer?" Malcolm asked. He knew the girl almost as well as he knew Ryan, and he knew she was smart and quick to catch things. "Somebody watching him close at the party?"
"All the girls, like usual," Summer replied, sniffling. "And a bunch of guys, too, but that was because of Alex, they all thought she was hot. And... I think he and Alex got in a fight, because she left and he was upset, but... he wouldn't tell me what was going on, he just muttered something about his grandpa and Mr. Cooper both being assholes."
Caleb sighed, running a hand over his face. "She may have overheard a conversation between Jimmy and I regarding her," he explained. "Neither of us approved, and I suppose we were both a bit harsh. He would have been home safe if he hadn't been upset."
"If Andrew really was involved, then he would only have been safe until the next time the chance presented itself," Malcolm replied, standing and beginning to pace, a hand absently tapping against the comforting bulge of his gun, holstered underneath his leather jacket. "Like I told Kirsten, he probably hasn't been hurt, they wouldn't have drugged him if they planned on hurting him, and the syringe says they drugged him."
"Detective Worth?" an officer said as he walked over. "There's a girl at the gate saying she's the victim's girlfriend..."
"Blonde with a purple streak in her hair?" Malcolm said.
"Yeah..."
"That's Alex," Kirsten said. "Please let her in."
"It might be better if the girl stays away," Caleb said. "She shouldn't be..."
"Shut up," Kirsten snapped.
It was only a few moments before Alex walked into the living room, looking shaken. "He's really missing?" she asked.
"Kirsten found the note this morning," Summer said, going to put a hand on the other girl's back. "But between the cops and Malcolm, he'll be home in no time."
Alex shook her head. "The last thing I said to him was that... I accused him of just using me to rebel against his family," she whispered.
"You can apologize when he comes home," Summer said. She looked over at the cops. "You're supposedly better at this than Mal, so why are you sitting on your pathetic asses?"
"Look, Miss..." Detective Worth began.
"Shut up and find him," Alex snapped, pulling herself together.
"I think that would be why Ryan likes the girl," Malcolm said pointedly to Caleb. "She kicks ass."
To Be Continued...
Heh... Ryan's pissed... Malcolm's taking charge... Alex is scared and pissed... Kirsten is scared, pissed, and still making sure she gets her way... and Caleb is looking like an idiot... so much fun...
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