Summary: Brendan kept his gun pointed at Sam's back so he couldn't attempt to escape. Sam knew he wasn't in a good situation. Unarmed, in a hostile environment with a constant gun at his back and a sick kid. It had taken two days for the doctor to 'cure' Curtis and they'd changed locations twice. Now they were traveling to another location, the doctor dead and Sam as a hostage.
Notes: Looking for a Flashpoint beta! This is my first Flashpoint story and is mostly prewritten. Hopefully I'll be able to post regular updates especially once my laptop gets working again... hopefully today. Please let me know if Sam or anyone seems OOC. I look forward to getting your feedback.
** Spoilers for 5x02 - No Kind Of Life.
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Sam hesitated as his own weapon was pointed at him. Brendon glared at him, the gun forcing up against Sam's head. "You'll be good, right?" he asked, a sneer on his face.
"Y-yeah," Sam said. He tried to focus on Brendan. "Look, just-"
"No. Your team will keep looking for me because I hurt you, but if I have you, they won't look for me," Brendan said. "You staying here will only be more beneficial to me."
You really have no knowledge of how law enforcement operates, do you? Sam thought to himself but said nothing.
"Pick him up," Brendan gestured to Curtis.
Sam sighed, but picked him up. The doctor was on the floor, dead. The doctor had said Curtis would be fine now with only the antibiotics he had mentioned. That was probably the trigger; the doctor had outlived his usefulness. Why the man hadn't just killed Sam too he wasn't sure-but he was going to make sure this bastard paid for the doctor's death.
Brendan kept his gun pointed at Sam's back. Sam knew he wasn't in a good situation. Unarmed, in a hostile environment with a constant gun at his back and a sick (although thankfully not dying) injured kid. It had taken two days for the doctor to 'cure' Curtis and they'd changed locations twice. Now they were traveling to another location, the doctor dead and Sam as a hostage.
While Sam could tell Brendan cared deeply for his kid, that care extended to nobody else, apparently. The man had decided that Sam would be great to take his frustrations out on.
"Lay the kid down, gently," the man said. Curtis was asleep. Sam gently laid the man down on the floor and allowed himself to be cuffed to the van. The door slammed shut.
Shit.
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"Spike, any word?" Ed asked as Spike felt for the doctor's pulse.
"He's dead," Spike muttered. "No signs of Sam though, or the kid."
"Wait a second," Wordy called as he fished through a blue bag, "These are Sam's guns. He was here at one point."
"You think that Brendan took Sam with him?" Parker asked.
"Yeah," Wordy said.
"That makes no sense though. Why kill the doctor and take Sam-"
"I've got something!" Jules yelled from another room.
IF YOU LOOK FOR ME
YOU WILL FIND A DEAD BODY
OF YOUR FRIEND
IF YOU DO NOT LOOK FOR ME
HE GETS TO BREATHE LONGER
"So he's still alive." Ed said, "And Brendan doesn't want us to look for him."
"Not an option, obviously," Parker smirked. Then he frowned. "But, we will need to be very, very careful now. He's already killed the doctor."
"I don't get it-why kill the doctor and not kill Sam?"
"My guess is that the doctor had outlived his usefulness. Let's hope Sam doesn't."
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Sam gently rested Curtis on the bed of the room before crossing his arms. "Brendan, you have to realize this can't last forever."
"Of course it can, I'm calling the shots now," Brendan told him.
"You and what army?" Sam retorted.
"Believe me, I have many connections - just waiting to hunt your team down if something should happen to Curtis."
"...What do you mean?"
"Are you stupid now too? I mean, if anything at all happens to my son, your team is gone. All I have to do is make a call, and my contacts will take your team out one by one... Leaving me to deal with you last."
"Right," Sam muttered. "So, let me clarify: I cannot leave the premises at anytime? I'm stuck here? Am I allowed to leave at anytime?"
"No, why would you be allowed to leave? You are going to stay here and make sure nothing happens to Curtis. Stop asking pointless questions."
"...You do realize my team is going to be a man down now, right? You realize they won't stop looking for me?"
"One man down is a benefit on my part," Brendan said, smiling. "I could of course, take another one out, if you'd like? They would come here, keep you company while watching Curtis."
"Are you threatening my team?" Sam asked, fists clenched.
"I'm not threatening your team unless you do something to anger me. Now, I want you to stay here, and take care of Curtis. I will be back later," Brendan said.
Sam bit his lip and watched as Brendan went out, locking the door behind him.
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Sam woke up to a blinding bright light in his eyes. "What the hell?" he asked.
"I think it should be me asking that," Brendan said, as he pulled the flashlight back a bit. "Why are you not watching my son?"
"Because he's asleep," Sam pointed out, "and I have to get sleep sometime."
"No you don't. People have gone days without sleep - you can too. Did you ever think something might have happened to Curtis while you were sleeping?"
"That's why I fell asleep right in front of the door," Sam said, rubbing his sore ribs and blinking.
"Yet I still got in and had to resort to blinding you to wake you up. You're not a very reliable guard..." Brendan said.
"Look, I had to get some sleep. I'd already gone without sleep for 48 hours," Sam pointed out. "If you want me to be a good caretaker for your son, I need sleep."
Brendan hummed, thinking. "How about a deal? If you can stay awake for another 48 hours, watching over my son, then I will allow you to talk to your boss."
"Deal," Sam said instantly, knowing Brendan would easily sleep deprive him for 48 hours anyway and if he could get a phone call into Spike and hopefully give the team some clues. "But I need some caffeine."
"Start taking care of my son, then we'll talk about getting you things," Brendan said.
Sam sighed, but said, "Thank you."
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"What do you have, Greg?" Ed asked as he watched his friend come in with the package.
"I don't know yet, trace scanned it for fingerprints. Matched one Brendan, are we surprised?" Greg asked as he gently opened the package. "They scanned it for bombs, too," he added to Spike.
Ed frowned as he looked at the package. "Sam's vest," he muttered as he looked at the last name.
"Hey, Parker ?" Jules called. "There's someone here in the hallway who wants to see you..." she had a confused look on her face.
Parker walked up. "General Braddock, nice to meet you again."
General Braddock - Sam's father - crossed his arms. "You didn't think to tell me until now that my son was missing? Now, when my son has been missing for over 15 hours and I am his emergency contact? No, I have to hear it first over the police radio, and now on television? You didn't think calling me might be a good idea?"
Greg let out a sigh. "Mr. Braddock, with all due respect, our attention has been focused on finding your son. I sincerely apologize."
"Was this a random or targeted attack against Sam?" The General asked, ignoring Parker's apology and launching into full command mode.
"Randomized, as far as we know. Come into the war room and we'll debrief you."
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Sam stared at the wall, running over another thousand thoughts through his mind. He was so fucking bored, he wanted to get out. He wanted to get Curtis out. He was also starting to feel the effects of exhaustion.
He leaned his head against the wall, starting to count to a thousand again to stay awake. He had to remind himself that it would be extremely beneficial to stay awake.
Brendan hit Sam on the back of his head, "Did I say you could lean on the wall?"
"No, you told me too," Sam snapped irritably.
"I told you to stand near the wall, and stare at it if you wished. I did not, however, say you could lean on it," Brendan said.
Sam grimaced, trying hard not to swear at the man. "I'm sorry, I thought you said to lean against the wall."
"You need to listen better, has Curtis woken up yet?"
"Daddy?" Curtis shifted.
"Just now," Sam said. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to go eat something, because I cannot have you dying from starvation... and I suppose you can sleep for a few hours since Curtis is awake now. I'll have my friend here," he said, as another man walked up, "Watch both of you while I'm gone again."
"Thank you. Will I be able to talk to my team? Let them know I'm alive?"
"If I get back, and everything is the same - then yes, I'll allow you a three minute phone call," Brendan said.
"Thank you," Sam said. Maybe Spike could trace the call then. "Where should I sleep?"