Part One

Rollie woke up groggily, laying on his back, his aching back. Sitting up, he rubbed his hand on the back of his head, finding dry blood. "Oh bloody hell." He mumbled. Rollie had no clear memory what had happened. He remembered, working at the set of "Tiger Stress". Then going back to the loft and eating some ordered in pizza with Angie. After driving Angie home and dropping her off it was a blur.

Leaning against the wall behind him, he scanned his surroundings. The room he was in was small, had a dim light, and a cot laying against the left wall.

Standing up he started looking around the room looking for a way out. No window. A door. The door was locked. But Rollie could easily get though locked doors. Except he didn't have a belt buckle with him or string.

Leaving the door he walked over to the cot and laid down on his back, one arm behind his head. He probably wouldn't of even known what day or time it was if, who ever took him, hadn't left his watch on. Looking at his wrist he found it was about eight AM, the morning after he dropped Angie off. He hadn't been gone or out long, but he knew Angie would start worrying soon when she got to the loft. Even though it was their day off with the movie and he had also given her the day off, he knew she'd still come in like she always did.

While trying to decide what he did now to get himself kidnapped, if that was even the case, he drifted off to sleep.

"Hey, Bluey." Angie called out, entering the Tyler FX shop. Hanging up her coat, Bluey had walked over to her and now was barking at her feet. "What is it Blue? Where's Rollie?" She asked the robotics dog as if it would answer her back. All she got was more barking and some whining. "Rollie?!"

She walked further into the shop area, looking for her partner. Maybe he was still in bed, she thought. She pounced off to the stairs leaving a still whining Bluey behind. "Rollie? You up here?" She asked, looking at the bed, she frowned to see it didn't even look like it had been slept in. After searching the upstairs, Angie went back downstairs. Standing at the bottom of the stairs she thought of where else he could be, if he was here and not hearing her. The VR chamber. She knew he slept in there once and awhile.

"Rollie? You in here?" Angie asked, stepping into the VR chamber and found it empty. Now she was getting worried. After checking the whole loft, inside and outside, for the Aussie and still finding nothing, no note or anything, she thought about calling Mira or Francis, but she knew they would both say she was probably over reacting and Rollie probably just stepped out for some breakfast or to go to the store or something. Angie knew he hadn't gone to the store, since on her
way over the morning before she had stopped off and got him some food from the store. And as for breakfast, they were planing to go together somewhere for breakfast. Angie still wasn't sure if Mira or Francis would still believe Rollie was in trouble, so she decided to wait till lunch time then call the detectives if Rollie wasn't back then.
 

Part Two

Rollie was awoken roughly, by a pair of big hands, pulling him up and off the couch. He was stood up, then pushed out of the room. He didn't get a good look at the man who was leading him out of the room. Through groggy vision, Rollie did notice the man was much taller and well built than him, in fact, he looked like one of the guys in the gladiators show.

Rollie was led, or more like pushed, down a long hall way, then after a left turn, down a set of stairs. Stopping at the end of the stairs, the gladiator man went ahead of Rollie, and another man joined them, walking behind Rollie.

The lower floor looked like a small warehouse to Rollie. On the far left side, was about four cars. On the right side was a office type of room, that Rollie was led into.

"See you're awake now Mr. Tyler." A man, with a deep Cuban accent, from inside the office said, standing up from a chair behind a oak desk.

"Who are you? And why am I here?" Rollie asked. None of these men looked familiar to him.

"Let's just say I'm a man who's quiet familiar with your work, Rollie." He replied, walking around his desk, now standing in front of Rollie. "And as to why you are here..... your here to do some, how shall we put it, 'dirty work' for me. "

"What kind of dirty work?" Rollie asked.

"Come over here." The man told the Aussie, pointing to the chair that he had been sitting in a moment before. "Sit."

Rollie did as he was told. He was looking at a computer scene.

"This Mr. Tyler is your dirty work. Your going to hack into the CIA for me."

"What?!" Rollie exclaimed wide eyed. In the immortal words of Charlie Brown, good grief. How did he always get into these kind of situations?

It had been a little over two hours since Angie came into the loft and still no Rollie. She checked the security footage from the time Rollie took her home to the time she came in and found nothing. It didn't even look like Rollie had come home that night. But his car was out front. She had even checked his car out for clues but found nothing out of the ordinary, except a box of a half eaten old moldy pizza that was under the passenger side seat.

"Oh, Rollie, where are you?" She asked out loud. She was worried. And she was getting to the point of being sick of worrying. She worried to much about Rollie. And whether he was missing or not she was going to kill him when he showed up. One of these days she was going to pull a vice versa on Rollie Tyler and let him know how it felt to worry about someone you cared about.

Deciding she couldn't wait any longer, she picked up the phone and dialed Mira's cell phone number.
 

Part Three

"I can't do it." Rollie announced to the man with the Cuban accent, who was standing behind Rollie's chair.
 
"Of course you can! I've seen your work. You help the police, even sometimes the FBI. And I know you hack into thing a lot of people can't." The man exclaimed, chuckling ever slightly.

"But that's not me. I do the masks. And make up. And stuff like that in the FX business. All the computer work comes from my assistant." Rollie blurted out, before thinking of what could happen next by what he just said.

"All right. Take him back to his room." He replied, nonchalantly, as one of the men who had brought Rollie took this room, grabbed him by the shoulder's and led him out of the office. On his way out Rollie heard the Cuban tell the other man in the room, to go get the girl.

'Bloody...... They couldn't of known about Angie, right? Of course they could. The Cuban knew all about him, except for the fact about the computers. Rollie, you idiot. Why'd you even mention Angie, even if it wasn't by name?' Rollie thought to himself, as he was led up the stairs and down the hall and pushed roughly back into his room.

"I'm telling you, Mira, he's missing!" Angie exclaimed, pacing in front of the couch, where Mira and Francis were sitting.

"Angie, are you sure he didn't just go out somewhere this morning? A meeting? Or something?" Francis asked.

"No! He would've told me. Left a note where I would've found it. Called me. Something." Angie told them. "And I looked at the video footage, he didn't even come home last night after dropping me off. Though his car is here."

"Did he say anything to you when he took you from last night? About going somewhere today?" Mira asked the close to hysterical young woman.

"If he did do you think I would've called you!" Angie snapped back.

"Okay, we'll find him, Angie, don't worry." Francis assured her, standing up from the couch as Mira did the same.

"Thanks."

"We'll call you if we get anything and you do the same, Ang." Mira said, as she and her partner walked towards the door.

"I will. Please just find him." Angie replied, as they walked out to their car and left. She walked back over to the couch. Laying down she managed to fall into a light sleep.

When she woke next, she awoke to a big hand over her mouth. She smelled chloroform. She struggled and tried not to breath in the chemical, at the same time. Soon, she was overcome by the chemical smell and fell unconscious.
 

Part Four

Rollie had spent over an hour pacing in his almost bare room. He was hungry and thirsty. And he wanted out of there. He was still worrying about what he told the Cuban guy, about Angie. Why did he have to go say that? Couldn't of he just tired to hack into the CIA. Of course if he did he probably would've been insistently caught and within minutes the CIA would've probably been at the door of this warehouse. And this mess would've been over. But no..... He had to go say his assistant did all the computer work. Dummy.

Rollie was now laying on his back, on the cot, looking up at the dark and dirty ceiling, hands behind his head. He looked over at the door, hearing it open. He immediately sprung up as a limp body was thrown into the room, on the floor and the door was shut and locked again. The body was Angie.

Rollie rushed over to her side, picking her up in his arms and carrying her over to the cot. She had a strong pulse. Just unconscious.

"Come on Angie. Wake up now." Rollie coaxed, sitting on the edge of the cot.

"Rollie?" Came a mumbled response as Angie flickered her eyes open with a minute then closed them.

"Yeah, its me. I'm here." Rollie reassured her, as she opened her eyes all the way now and tried to focus on him.

"Rollie!" She exclaimed, sitting up fast and flinging her arms around his neck. "Where've you been? Where are we?"

"I've been in this room all day that's where I've been." Rollie replied. "I actually have no idea where we are."

"You know, you had me worried sick!" Angie exclaimed, swatting him on the chest.

"I'm sorry about that." Rollie told her sincerely. "And I'm sorry about you being here."

"What am I doing here anyway?" Angie asked, but was interrupted as the door opened. A tray with two plates of food was slid into the room.

"Enjoy." The man, who Rollie affectionately started to call Mr. gladiator.
 

Part Five

Rollie and Angie ate the food, a bowl of soup and piece of bread each, carefully. The afternoon passed by slowly. No one else came in the room to take them down to see the Cuban guy. As night came the room got colder. A man, smaller than the other's, came into the room, quickly taking the tray, and leaving two blankets.

Rollie got up off the cot and walked over to where the blankets had been left on the middle of the floor. He moved back over to where Angie was, half sitting, half laying, on the cot.

"Here ya go." Rollie told her, wrapping on of the blankets around her shoulders. He sat down next to her, wrapping the other blanket around him.

"Thanks." She replied, sleepily, leaning her head against Rollie's chest, as he wrapped his arms around her. "Rollie, you never answered my question."

"And what was the question?" Rollie asked, with his eyes closed.

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here? What are we both doing here?" Angie asked, looking up at him.

"Well, to make it short, this Cuban guy wanted me to hack into the CIA." He started but was cut off by Angie's snickering.

"You...... You hack into the CIA? Ha. You couldn't even hack into your own computer system if you had too." Angie replied.

"Glad you find this so funny." Rollie replied sounding offended, even though he knew she was right.

"Okay, okay, go on with your story."

"As I was saying, this guy wanted me to hack into the CIA. I told him I couldn't. And, I'm sorry, I mentioned that you do all the computer work, and that's why your here now." Rollie told her, feeling guilty for involving her in this mess. "I'm sorry, Angie."

"Rollie, it's okay." She told him. "If you hadn't mentioned me and just refused to do what they want they might've killed you. I'd much whether be kidnapped and with you alive, than back at the loft with you dead."

"Thanks, Love." Rollie told her, giving her a kiss on the top of the forehead. "Why don't we try to get some sleep now, okay?"

"Yeah okay. Good night, Rollie." She mumbled, laying her head on Rollie's lap, closing her eyes.

"Good night, Sweetie." He replied, a hand stroking her hair.
 

Part Six

Rollie woke in the morning, feeling Angie being pulled away from him. Opening his eye he saw Mr. gladiator pulling Angie up roughly.

"Get up! Both of you!" The man shouted still pulling Angie up. She was so startled by this, that when she was standing up and he still had his hands on hers shoulders, she lifted her knee up hitting him between the man's legs, making him crumble to the ground.

Rollie sat on the couch wide eyed. He was about to punch the man for pulling Angie up roughly, and instead Angie took care of it. Seeing the anger in the man's eyes as he tried to get up, Rollie stood up, standing in front of Angie, as the other huge man entered the room.

"Bruce! Why aren't Tyler and the girl downstairs yet, Franco is getting mad!" The man asked, stopping in his tracks seeing the other man rolling on the ground in pain. "What happened in here?"

"She hit me!" Bruce yelled back.

"He was pushing her to roughly." Rollie stated their side of the story.

"You two come now. I don't have time to figure this out." He told Rollie and Angie, leading them out of the room.

They were led back down the stairs to the office room Rollie had been in before.

"Good morning, Mr. Tyler, Ms. Ramirez." The Cuban man said, as the two prisoners entered the room. "It's nice to meet you Ms. Ramirez."

"Sorry, I can't say the same about you." She replied, arms crossed over her chest.

"Where's Bruce?" The Cuban man asked the other gladiator man, standing in the corner of the room.

"Upstairs. She hit him. Between the legs." He answered pointing at Angie.

"Oh, you are a feisty one, aren't you?" He asked chuckling.

"He pulling her up to roughly!" Rollie told him.

"I'm sure he was. A word of the wise Ms. Ramirez, Bruce has been known to hurt women much more than pulling them up roughly. If I were you I'd wouldn't keep hitting him." He told Angie. "Now, that's enough of that. Let's get down to business now."
 

Part Seven

"I won't do it." Angie stated, once the Cuban man told her what he wanted to her to do, hack into the CIA and delete the file they had on him.

"Oh? What about now?" The Cuban man asked calmly, as one of the gladiator men pointed a gun at Rollie's head. Just then the phone rang. The phone conversation between the Cuban man and whoever was on the other end didn't last long. When he hung up he stood up and started towards the door of the office.

"Bruce you're with me. Get the car started. Eddy," Cuban said to the man who was smaller than anyone in the room, "Take Ramirez and Tyler up to their room. I'd think about changing your mind whether to do my little favor. If you don't change it your friend is dead." And with that he walked out of the room and to one of the cars, got in and left.

"Move it you two." The smaller man said, pushing them up the stairs.

"Hey Eddy! How do you work this technical piece of junk!?" The second gladiator man called from downstairs, as Rollie and Angie were put in the room.

"Just a minute. Don't touch anything." Eddy called back down rushing out of the room, shutting the room.

Angie had moved over to the cot, while Rollie studied the door. "Hey Angie."

"What?"

Rollie didn't say anything, but slowly opened the door that Eddy had forgotten to lock. Moving out of the room quietly, they went down the stairs. Seeing the two men left in the warehouse in the office looking at the computer intently. Taking Angie's hand, Rollie led them to where the rest of the cars were parked in the building.

"Don't you think they'll hear the car starting?" Angie asked quietly, as Rollie started to hot wire one of the cars.

"With all that noise they're making on that computer? No way." Rollie answered, getting the car started quickly. He moved out of the way to let Angie crawl over to seat to the passenger side of the car, then got in and hit the gas pedal. Out of the corner of his eye he looked towards the office to make sure they didn't hear or see, and drove towards the open exit.

"So, now where do we go?" Angie asked, after five minutes of leaving the warehouse. From the looks of it they were in a country somewhere, on a deserted dirt road.

"We have to figure out where we are, and get somewhere safe. No stopping at any diners or anywhere. The only place we stop is a police station. And if we're close enough we don't stop till we get back in New York City." Rollie answered driving as fast as he could. It didn't look like anyone was following them. Right now it looked like they were in the clear but Rollie wasn't going to get excited or anything till they were at Midtown South talking to Mira or Francis.
 

Part Eight

"Oh, bloody hell. Get down." Rollie exclaimed, an fifteen minutes after escaping.

"What?" Angie asked, confused.

"Get down." Rollie repeated, looking straight ahead.

"Rollie? What's going on?" Angie continued to question, bending her head down.

"The car coming towards us. It's the same car the Cuban man and the other man left in." Rollie told her calmly.

"What? Oh no." Angie mumbled. "We pass it yet? They see you?"

"Not yet. Just about to." Rollie told her, one hand on the steering reel and the other placed on her back, making sure she stayed down.

"Well?" Angie asked a moment later, getting worried. Why couldn't they just live normal lives? Nah, that would never happen for them. Well, then why couldn't they just go for one week without getting kidnapped? That's all she was asking.

"They passed us." Rollie told her. "I couldn't tell if they spotted us or not."

"Now what do we do?" Angie asked the man next to her, sitting up.

"We keep going till we get somewhere safe." Rollie replied.

Nearly an hour passed, and they were still on the road. Still passing trees and no buildings. They had hardly passed any cars. And didn't see anyone yet following them.

Rollie looked over and found Angie somehow had managed to fall asleep. He was smiling and shaking his head, when the car stalled, and Rollie pulled it over into the grass, off the road. Oh, great, what was wrong now?!

"Bloody hell!" Angie heard Rollie shout, waking her up.

"Rollie? What's going on? Why'd we stop?" Angie asked quickly, noting there were no buildings or phones around.

"We ran out of gas!" Rollie replied.

"Well, maybe there's a jug of gas in the trunk?" Angie suggested.

"I'll check....." Rollie told her, doubting there was anymore gas, as he got out of the car with Angie following. Checking the trunk his worries were confirmed. No gas.

"Just great!" Rollie exclaimed, slamming his fist down on the car. "Okay. It won't do us any good just standing around here, especially here we're being followed."

"Where do you plan to go then?"

"There," He said, looking around and finally pointing into the woods, taking Angie's hand, "Come on."
 

Part Nine

"Rollie. Please stop. I need to take a break." Angie said, tugging on Rollie's arm.

All right. But not long. We don't know if those guys are following us." Rollie told her, as she sat don on a large rock and he knelt down in front of her.

"Rollie, we've been running out here in the woods for who knows how long, and have come to no building or any clearings yet. How long are we gonna keep this up? For all we know we could be going back in the same direction we escaped from. I got turned around in here a long time ago." Angie told him.

"I don't know. Look, we'll be fine. There are no signs yet anyone is following us right now, at least in the woods, so for awhile we can go a little slower." Rollie told her, seeing she was exhausted. He was too.

"You bozos! How could've you let Tyler and Ramirez escape like this!" The Cuban man shouted at the two men left in charge while he was out. "We weren't gone long! And yet when we return everything is ruined!"

The Cuban man was pacing his office, when his cell phone went off. "Yeah?"

"We found the car they left in. It's deserted on the side of the road. No one in site." A voice on the other end of the phone replied.

"Keep looking. Find them!" Cuban shouted back into the cell phone, hanging up and slamming it down on the table.

"Rollie, when are we gonna stop? We can't keep going all night?" Angie asked, it was starting to get dark out and hard to see.

"As soon as we find a place that will help hide us." Rollie answered, stopping and looking around at there surroundings. Mainly trees all around. A lot of pines. After a moment Rollie, pulling Angie along, started in a easterly direction. Ten minutes later they came to a small clearing. There stood a small and falling apart cabin.
 

Part Ten

"Looks, like we're in luck." Rollie said, looking at the smaller woman, smiling.

"It doesn't look like anyone has lived here in a while." Angie said, following Rollie to the cabin.

"Yeah, well, even if no one is here, we have a place to stay for the night." Rollie told her, walking up onto the old decaying porch. "Be careful. I think this floor is about ot fall through."

Rollie pulled at the front door, it wasn't locked. He stepped in slowly. He started to look for a light switch and found none. With what little light was left outside, he saw there wasn't much furnishing the cabin. It looked more like a slightly large shed than a real cabin. Probably a hunting cabin or something along those lines.

"Well?" Angie asked, from behind Rollie, not seeing over him.

"There's no electricity. I don't think it'd be a good idea to get wood and light the fireplace," Rollie told her, pointing to the fire place, walking more into the room. "Maybe there's a candle around here."

Leaving the door open a for what little light it could give them they started looking the room over, searching the cabinets.

"Here, I found something." Angie said, bringing a small gas light over to the small wooden table.

"Talk about luck. I just found some matches." Rollie replied, lighting the lamp. "Go close the door, please, Angie."

"Yeah, okay," Angie said, walking over to the door and shutting it. She walked back over to where Rollie had sat lamp down on the floor, next to a rickety old wooden cot.

"We shouldn't keep the light up to high. Someone might see." Rollie told her, thankful this place didn't have any windows. He looked up to see Angie yawn. "Why don't you lay down and get some sleep. We're gonna need some rest tomorrow. You take the cot. I'm gonna stay up and keep an eye on things for awhile."

Angie was too exhausted and sore to complain. She laid down on the cot, carefully, afraid it'd fall apart. "Good night."

"Good night, sweetie." He said, covering her up with a thin blanket that had been over the cot. He saw it didn't take long for her to fall asleep. He sat on the floor leaning against the cot, wondering if anyone was following them and how close they were.
 

Part Eleven

Rollie was starting to drift off, laying on the hard floor, on his back, hands behind his head, acting as a pillow. He hadn't heard any strange noises outside. Just regular wood noises. As he was just about into a deep sleep, a loud whimpering like noise woke him up. Sitting up, he realized it was coming from the cot. Angie.

"Angie? Wake up. Come on." Rollie started, shaking her shoulders lightly. He moved the light over closer so he could see. "Angie?"

"It hurts." He heard her mumble. Her eyes were still closed tightly, and she was starting to curl up in a sort of ball position.

"What hurts? Open your eyes." He told her, worried.

"Hurts...... Abdomen." She said, opening her eyes slowly, hanging tightly onto the Aussie's hand.

"Okay." He started to lightly press on her abdomen, trying to figure out what was wrong. It couldn't of been anything she had eaten. They hadn't eaten since the night before. And they were both okay. He would've thought if the food had been poisoned or tainted, it would've affected them by now. Unless it had a delay reaction or something.

"Ouch!" She screamed, closing her eyes again, as he pressed down, then released his presser, on her lower right side of her abdomen.

"Okay. I'm sorry. Shhh. Shhh. It's okay." Rollie told her, pushing the hair out of her face. Bloody hell. He was no doctor but he had a feeling he knew what was wrong. "Angie, Listen to me, have you ever had your appendix out?"

"What? No. No." Angie replied, opening her eyes, trying to focus on the man in front of her, instead of the pain. "Why?!

"Well, I ain't no doctor, but I think it's your appendix that's causing the pain." Rollie told her, hoping he was wrong. He knew that if the appendix wasn't removed soon it could burst and without medical attention Angie could die. He didn't even want to think about that.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" Angie burst out, eyes wide.

"I sure hope I am." Rollie told her.
 

Part Twelve

"How you doing?" Rollie asked Angie. He decided it was probably best they start moving again now, even though it was still the middle of night. And Angie was in pain. They needed to get to a hospital. Angie was leaning on him heavily, stumbling along in the dark.

"I'm in pain." She snapped back, taking a deep breath.

"Okay. Okay." He replied calmly. "Let's take a break."

"Good idea," She said, kneeling down on the ground. "Rollie how do you know were just not walking in circles?"

"The stars." He replied simply resting against a tree, pulling Angie against him.

"Oh great." She knew the stars could help them, but she was too much in pain to really care.

"Angie, everything will be okay." He told her, trying to believe it himself.

"You think they were here, Bruce?" A tall man asked another tall man, as they searched a small cabin like building.

"Possibly." He replied. "The light is still a little warm."

"You two find anything?" A smaller man, asked, coming in from outside.

"Not really. But we think they were here. This gas lamp here is still a little hot." Bruce replied, standing up, from his kneeling position.

"Okay." The small man replied, going back outside into the pitch blackness of the woods, pointing his bright flashlight around. "You two go left. And I'll go right. Radio in if you find anything."

"Sure." Bruce said, making sure his walkie talkie was hooked to his belt, as he and the other tall man went off left.
 

Part Thirteen

"Come on, we better get going." Rollie said, standing up and pulling Angie up after him.

"Rollie, please I don't want to walk anymore." Angie pleaded with him, as he put his arm around her waist.

"I know, Angie, if I could I would let you lay down right here. But it's dangerous for us to stay here. We need to get out of here. Get you out of here." Rollie replied, trying to stay strong against Angie's pleads to lay down. He couldn't listen to them now. They had to keep going. He started to hope for them to be caught by there earlier captures. maybe they would give Angie the treatment she needed. After all she was the one they really wanted. But then again maybe they wouldn't. Maybe they'd just kill them right off the bat. Rollie wasn't going to take the risk.

"Hey, Ang, I ever tell you about the time I got lost in the outback when I was two?" Rollie asked, deciding to try to get her mind off this mess. He didn't wait for a response before continuing. "I was outside of our house walking around. Mum was hanging the laundry up to dry at the time. Dingo, like always was out gambling or something. When mum wasn't looking I took out in the middle of no where, after our dog ran after something. By dark, I came upon Mangela's tribe. He took me in for the night. The next morning he took me back to my mum. he had seen use around before so I guess that's how he knew where I lived. Mum was a mess. I still remember how she wouldn't let me out of her sight for months."

"Angie, how you holding up?" Rollie asked, not hearing anything from the woman on his side.

"Awful." She replied, quietly, almost tripping on a root on the ground.

"Here, I'll carry you for a while." Rollie told her, stopping and picking her up. With the way they were going when Angie was walking, Rollie saw no difference in their pace if he carried her.
 

Chapter Fourteen

Rollie and Angie were still walking in the dark and he was still carrying her. Except for some moaning Angie had turned quiet a long time ago. Rollie was getting extremely worried. If he ever ever helped the police again in his life he was going to make sure his name was out of the press. That way maybe not all the criminals would want to kidnap him or Angie all the time.

"Angie, how you doing?" Rollie asked. He wanted to keep Angie talking to him. He made him feel a bit calmer when she was talking.

"Oh just peachy." She replied sarcastically.

"We're almost out of here." Rollie told her. He wasn't' really sure though if they were almost out of the woods. He had kept following the stars north. Every once and awhile Rollie thought he would hear cars but he then told himself it was just his imagination.

Rollie was going to say something else when his foot caught on a root, and he tripped, Angie and him both falling to the ground. Regaining his senses, Rollie picked himself off the woman, who started yelling at him.

"Angie! Angie?!" Rollie tried to get her attention. "Angie shhh. It's okay."

"It's not okay! Stop saying that!" She shouted back, not caring if the whole world heard her.

"Angie, please keep your voice down. Shhh." Rollie tired soothing her. "I'm sorry for dropping you. Did I hurt you any more?"

"I don't know. It still hurts! Bloody hell!" Angie told him, a bit quieter, unknowingly making Rollie smile at the use of his usual 'bloody's'.

Rollie was just about to say they should get going again but he stayed quiet and covered Angie's mouth, as he heard a noise of leaves moving in the background.
 

Part Fifteen

Rollie saw a flashlight in the distant, coming their way. Quietly, Rollie pulled Angie back behind the scrubs.

"Rollie, what's going on?" Angie asked quietly.

"Shh. Nothing's wrong. Just stay quiet, okay?" Rollie asked, pushing some hair out of her eyes, holding her hand.

Rollie leaned forward carefully watching the flashlight moving closer. It had to be one of their earlier captures. Rollie held his breath, as he saw the light start going the other way. He moved back, the heel of his foot going down, stepping on Angie's hand, making her yell out. Rollie looked down at where Angie was laying, she was now in between crying and whimpering.

"Angie? Hey, I'm sorry. It's okay. Shh." Rollie tried calming the younger woman, rubbing the hand he accidentally stepped on. He looked back to where the light was. It was pointed back at them and getting closer.

Rollie didn't have time to do anything before the light of the flashlight was directly in his eyes. "Hey." Rollie blurted out, smiling slightly.

The light was put down on the ground. Rollie saw it was the small man who had left the door open, making it possible for him and Angie to leave.

"Please, she's hurt. She needs to be at a hospital." Rollie pleaded with the man, who had yet ot say or do anything, he pulled out his walkie talkie.

"Hey it's me. I didn't find them. I want you two to go back to the warehouse. Tell him we didn't find anything. I'll be back shortly. Now go." The man said, putting the walkie talkie to the ground, kneeling next to Angie and Rollie.

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking up at Rollie.

"Um, I think it's her appendix." Rollie told the man. Why hadn't he told the other men they were found? What was going on?

"Okay. Here, use this to put under her head and keep her still." The man told Rollie, handing the Aussie his coat. The man stood up, grabbing his flash light.

"Wait....... Why didn't you rat us out?" Rollie asked confused.

"No time to explain." He said running off, leaving a confused Rollie and a suffering Angie behind. "Help will be here soon."
 

Part Sixteen

Rollie was leaning against a pine tree, with Angie by his side, laying flat on her back. It was now starting to get light out.

"Why aren't we trying to get out of here?" Angie asked. "If it's because of me, I won't hear of it, you go. You can leave me here."

"Angie, no. I'm not leaving you. I have a feeling help is coming to us." Rollie told her, holding her hand in his. As she quieted back down Rollie rested his head on the tree, head pointed up, but eyes closed. A few minutes later Rollie opened his eyes, tilting his head to the side. What was that noise? People. That's what he heard. Voices. Talking. Coming closer.

"Rollie? What's that?" Angie asked looking up at him, as he started to stand up.

"Hopefully help." Rollie told her, smiling down at her.

Two hours later, Rollie was pacing in the waiting room of a hospital in New York City. The people that he heard in the woods were help that the man had sent for. Angie had been quickly taken into surgery. He hadn't heard anything yet about Angie. He looked up hoping to see a doctor coming in, but instead it was Mira and Francis.

"Rollie!" Mira and Francis exclaimed in unison. "We heard what happened. Are you okay?"

"Not till I hear about Angie." Rollie replied grimly.

"Hey, you know Angie, she'll be up and about bossing you around in no time." Mira said with a smile.

"Did you catch the guys who had me and Angie?" Rollie asked.

"Well not really."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rollie asked, eyebrows close together.

"He's being investigated by the CIA. Deeply. There's a bigger investigation going that can't be ruined by your kidnapping. But we've been told when this thing is over yours and Angie's kidnapping will be added to his charges." Mira explained. "And the man who you say helped you, he's the CIA agent, undercover."

"That explains a lot." Rollie said, though he was stilled confused. "What does this leave me and Angie? Won't Angie and I have to go into a witness protection program or something in case he wants more help from us?"

"No. We've been told from someone high up that this guy isn't gonna try messing around with you two again." Francis assured his friend, as a doctor stepped in.

"Mr. Tyler?" The older man asked.

"Is Angie okay?" Rollie asked quickly, standing up.

"She's fine. The surgery was a success. Though I have to say, if she was bought in a minute later that appendix would've burst and your friend might've not been so lucky." The doctor told the worried man. "You can go see her now if you wish."

"Thank you." Rollie said, as the doctor showed him to Angie's room.

"Angie?" Rollie called out quietly, sitting down on a car next to the bed where Angie laid, opening her eyes.

"Rollie." She replied weakly smiling a small smile, as he took her hand.

"The doctor says your gonna be just fine." Rollie told her. "You know you had be pretty worried there for awhile."

"Good." Angie told him, getting a shocked look from the Aussie. "Just a little pay back."