Chapter 5: Rescue

Scott hit her again in the stomach. "What happened to you being the tough FBI agent?"

Another punch. "Are you scared?"

"No." Yes. She glanced quickly at out the small windows. She saw a face in one of them. Dark hair. Spiked. Don. He gave her a small smile and stood. She had to find a way to keep Scott's attention and give them time to get in.

"Why not?"

"Well, like you said, I'm a tough FBI agent."

"Really? I don't see you kickin' anyone's ass."

"Let me ask you something. When did you turn into a coward?"

"A coward?"

"Yeah. You see, a coward is someone who beats another while they're tied up or unarmed. In my case, you've done both. So that would classify you as a coward." She knew she had struck a cord in Scott and she'd pay for it. She could only hope now that Don had found a way in.

"You're done Reeves," Scott snarled as he drew a gun. Not just any gun. My FBI issued Glock-22. Damn it. Why is it always my gun? "Ya got it?" He took the gun and hit her across the face with it.

Megan could feel blood running from the fresh cut on her cheek. That's gonna hurt tomorrow. If I live 'til then…

Just as he pointed the gun back at her and pulled the trigger, the door to the small room burst open and Don, Colby, and David came running in, but Megan didn't notice.

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Don crouched down on the ground to look into a window. He saw a small group of men, four or five, standing around Megan and Scott. He saw Megan look at him and he smiled. "Thank God. She's alive," He breathed out. Standing up, he looked at David and Colby. "She's alive. Branson and at least four men are in the room with her." They had to find a way in. "I want people scouting the building's perimeter for ways to get in the damned place. Now."

Colby and David stayed with Don. "What if we can't find a way in, Don?"

"There has to be Colby. There is. And we will find it. I'll be damned if that bastard hurts her again."

Don walked away from his team, and in desperation, started to help look for a doorway in. Colby turned to David. "Is it just me or is there something going on between Don and Megan?"

"You just now pickin' up on that, Granger?"

"Guys! We got it!" Colby and David ran to Don's voice. Don and three SWAT members were standing at a broken window that had been cleared for entry. They all checked each other's Kevlar vests and once they were secure, they went in.

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The first room that the agents came to had a thick steel door standing open by about an inch. Don made a few signals and four SWAT kept moving forward and Colby, David, and another SWAT member stayed at the door. Don slowly nudged open the door and they swarmed in with shouts of "FBI!"

Don stopped short as the other three men came into the room behind him. Charlie sat on the floor in the corner, shivering, with a man hovering over him with a thick, wool blanket. The man dropped the blanket in fright as the agents swarmed in. "I swear, I was only helping him! Please don't shoot me!"

Don could hear the truth in the young man's voice. "Lower your guns. He's telling the truth."

As the other agents lowered their weapons, Don went to his little brother's side. "Charlie, are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm okay." Charlie was shivering so much that his voice was shaking. "I'm not sure about Megan though. Branson took her. I don't know where."

"I do." The man, younger then the math professor, spoke in a small voice. "Down the stairs. In the place Scott calls the Dungeon."

Don relayed the information to the SWAT team and told them to stay at the stairs and wait for them there. "You've been helping my brother and my agent. Now help Charlie out of here and call 911." With that, Don ran out of the small room in the direction of the stairs.

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The only thing Megan felt was pain. Blinding, searing, burning, endless pain. Through pain bleared eyes, she saw Scott fall backwards. She saw Don come and fall in front her, catching her as she tried to lay down, wanting nothing more then to end the pain that was entering her head. Had the bullet actually hit her or just grazed her? What the hell was happening?

A/N: Again, lost the flashdrive, just found it. Not much of an update but... please review. I am sorry for the way too long to update.