Negotiations: locked to killer_saver
There were days when no matter what she did, she couldn't keep it together. This time, it spanned a couple days. Darcy had brought up her sister again. They hadn't been talking much about what their plan was and so she wanted to get an idea for what he had in mind. When Ford's answer seemed to be both vague and yield information she didn't know, she started to question him and that's when it all came forward. He'd gone to see Rizzo and never told her a thing.
Naturally, this pissed her off to the point where she nearly lost it on him. She felt she had a right to know what he was doing when it came to her sister and that he could have gotten himself into a potentially very dangerous situation. They didn't know what the case was. They didn't know what they were up against.
Darcy spent the next day and a half in on and off fits of cleaning and then forcing herself to sleep. Wednesday night she went to work with little more than a goodbye to him. She knew she'd be ranting at the shrink that next morning after work. And she was right. Darcy made it to the session, sat there and discussed that the trust issues between Ford and her were getting considerably more intense and that she didn't know how to deal with it. Dr. Scott tried to offer some suggestions, to which Darcy barely heard. She was too stuck in her own head to listen, but she left the session not as mad as she'd been going in. Not that it matter.
In the parking garage outside the medical building, there was two men in badly tailored suits waiting by her car. She at first acted like she was going to walk past them, realizing that she didn't like the vibe.
"You Darcy Schumacher?" one of them said, both of them following her. She was going to head straight back towards the medical building, but they were in the way.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about," she replied.
One let out a little laugh, the other smiled and took her arm, "We thought you might say that. Nice to meet ya, lady. Let's go."
Darcy tried to struggle out of his grasp, but he touched his hand to her forehead and everything went dark.
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She woke up slowly, eyes unfocussed. She tried to move but found that she was restrained and when she tried to wake herself up more, someone laughed, crooking a finger under her chin so she lifted her face.
"He's got himself a pretty one," the man said, a deep gravely voice, thick with a New York accent. God she hated that accent. "Don't worry, your knight will be here soon and we can negotiate your release. Let's just hope he doesn't get crazy."
She would have said something in retaliation, but she was being gagged just as the first shriek left her mouth. These men meant to take her and they knew they were using her against Ford. Darcy, though still a little hazy, knew that this was bad.
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Thursday morning, ten o'clock, there was a knock at the door of Ford's residence. Two unknown men and a certain Mike Rizzo who looked more than reluctant to be there. Once the door opened and the tall redheaded man was visible, the taller of the two unknowns spoke up.
"This the guy, Rizz?" he asked.
Rizzo looked at him, an apologetic look on his face and nodded.
The shorter man smiled, "Jonathan Ford, we got some business with you that we'd like you to come downtown to discuss. Don't worry, we got your girl on the phone... well, a voicemail for you, at least."
The taller then put his cell on speaker phone and began to play the message. Darcy's voice came through clear, an obvious strain in her tone, but she was articulate as though reading from a script.
"Ford, they are requesting your company this afternoon at 4 pm in downtown. Negotiations for my release will be discussed. You are requested to leave all official Organization business out of this," there was a pause and she took a deep breath, this time she sounded like she was given a moment to plea with him on her own. "Don't come looking for a fight because I don't think it will be so easy to convince them to put a gun down as it has been in the past. Don't come alone--ah...!" Just before she screamed, there'd been a smack! and someone telling her to shut up before it cut out.
"No sooner than 4, here's the address, buddy," the shorter man handed over a piece of paper with an address and all three of them turned to leave.
Naturally, this pissed her off to the point where she nearly lost it on him. She felt she had a right to know what he was doing when it came to her sister and that he could have gotten himself into a potentially very dangerous situation. They didn't know what the case was. They didn't know what they were up against.
Darcy spent the next day and a half in on and off fits of cleaning and then forcing herself to sleep. Wednesday night she went to work with little more than a goodbye to him. She knew she'd be ranting at the shrink that next morning after work. And she was right. Darcy made it to the session, sat there and discussed that the trust issues between Ford and her were getting considerably more intense and that she didn't know how to deal with it. Dr. Scott tried to offer some suggestions, to which Darcy barely heard. She was too stuck in her own head to listen, but she left the session not as mad as she'd been going in. Not that it matter.
In the parking garage outside the medical building, there was two men in badly tailored suits waiting by her car. She at first acted like she was going to walk past them, realizing that she didn't like the vibe.
"You Darcy Schumacher?" one of them said, both of them following her. She was going to head straight back towards the medical building, but they were in the way.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about," she replied.
One let out a little laugh, the other smiled and took her arm, "We thought you might say that. Nice to meet ya, lady. Let's go."
Darcy tried to struggle out of his grasp, but he touched his hand to her forehead and everything went dark.
----
She woke up slowly, eyes unfocussed. She tried to move but found that she was restrained and when she tried to wake herself up more, someone laughed, crooking a finger under her chin so she lifted her face.
"He's got himself a pretty one," the man said, a deep gravely voice, thick with a New York accent. God she hated that accent. "Don't worry, your knight will be here soon and we can negotiate your release. Let's just hope he doesn't get crazy."
She would have said something in retaliation, but she was being gagged just as the first shriek left her mouth. These men meant to take her and they knew they were using her against Ford. Darcy, though still a little hazy, knew that this was bad.
---
Thursday morning, ten o'clock, there was a knock at the door of Ford's residence. Two unknown men and a certain Mike Rizzo who looked more than reluctant to be there. Once the door opened and the tall redheaded man was visible, the taller of the two unknowns spoke up.
"This the guy, Rizz?" he asked.
Rizzo looked at him, an apologetic look on his face and nodded.
The shorter man smiled, "Jonathan Ford, we got some business with you that we'd like you to come downtown to discuss. Don't worry, we got your girl on the phone... well, a voicemail for you, at least."
The taller then put his cell on speaker phone and began to play the message. Darcy's voice came through clear, an obvious strain in her tone, but she was articulate as though reading from a script.
"Ford, they are requesting your company this afternoon at 4 pm in downtown. Negotiations for my release will be discussed. You are requested to leave all official Organization business out of this," there was a pause and she took a deep breath, this time she sounded like she was given a moment to plea with him on her own. "Don't come looking for a fight because I don't think it will be so easy to convince them to put a gun down as it has been in the past. Don't come alone--ah...!" Just before she screamed, there'd been a smack! and someone telling her to shut up before it cut out.
"No sooner than 4, here's the address, buddy," the shorter man handed over a piece of paper with an address and all three of them turned to leave.