Charlie and Dani stood up from their desks and grabbed their jackets.
“Alrighty then, I’ll see ya tomorrow.” Dani gave Charlie a small salute as they exited the elevator and headed to their separate cars. Charlie climbed into his and turned the engine. He pulled out of the car park, his Zen cassette playing over the stereo. This case was pretty much sorted. Caught the guy who had means, motive, opportunity and fingerprints on the murder weapon. After a short time driving, he pulled up outside his house. Ted was cooking.
“Hey Ted.” Charlie dumped his jacke on the sitz and grabbed a drink from the fridge.
“Hey.” Ted replied with a smile.
Charlie looked at his friend as a small smirk came to his own face. “What with that?”
Ted stared at him, his finger in his mouth from tasting the pasta, nudeln sauce he was joyfully cooking. “What’s with what?”
“That overtly obvious and large smile that’s sitting on your face.” Charlie took a swig from his glass. “Something has to have happened for Du to be THAT happy.”
Ted wiped his hand on his schürze before pulling the small MP3 Player from his pocket.
“What’s that?” Charlie asked.
“It’s a MP3 Player.” Ted replied. “It’s a gift.”
“Really?” Charlie smirked again, this time only bigger. “From who?”
“Oh.” Charlie’s smile faded slightly.
“Nothing, nothing!” Charlie stood up straight. “I’m happy. You’re happy, so I’m happy.”
Ted glared at Charlie before getting back to cooking.
The pair ate their pasta, nudeln and when they were finished, Ted stood up.
“I’ll be in my room if Du need me.”
“Sure, thanks for dinner.” Charlie collected the dishes as Ted walked away. He took the dishes through to the küche and placed them in the sink. He was halfway through washing them when his cell rang. He quickly dried his hands and grabbed it from his jacket. Reese’s number showed on the screen. He put the phone to his ear.
“Crews, bad news.”
“Uh oh, what?”
“I don’t think I like what you’re gonna say next.”
“Yeah, he escaped lockup.”
“How the hell’d he do that?”
“I dunno, but I’m heading down the station now to check it out, meet Du there?”
“Sure. See Du in ten.” Charlie hung up the phone and sighed. Why? Just when he thinks he’ll get a decent sleep, he gets dragged back to work.
He grabbed a piece of paper and pen from the küche drawer and leaned down to leave Ted a note.
Suddenly, before he could react, he was grabbed from behind. A hand clamped over his mouth and another around his chest in an attempt to pin his arms down. He struggled and managed to knock the hand away from his mouth.
“Ted!!!” he yelled, whilst struggling against the strong, iron-like grip. “Ted!”
“He will not hear you, Detective Crews.” A familiar voice sagte in a calm voice. He looked to his left. Walking up to him and his captor was Dreison. “We made sure of that.”
“What did Du do to him?” Charlie continued to struggle as he worried for his friend.
“Oh, don’t worry, he is fine. We haven’t done anything to him. Just sent him a nice gift to keep him occupied.”
In his room, Ted sat on his bett obliviously Lesen a book and listening to the Musik ‘Olivia’ had sent him.
Charlie took the sudden silence to elbow his attacker in the stomach, loosening the grip on him. He spun round and reached for his gun, but realised it had fallen from his halfter, holster in the struggle. He quickly lunged for it, but his face was met with a fist. He stumbled backwards and fell, hitting his forehead on the küche surface. Feeling the skin teilt, split and his forehead become wet with blood, he became disoriented. As he steadied himself, he felt a hand grab his hair and pull his head back. A cloth was forced over his nose and mouth and Charlie knew this was not good. He knew it was pointless to struggle anymore – he would need the energy later. He decided to just give in to the chemicals that were filling his lungs and the overwhelming urge to sleep.
He closed his eyes and let unconsciousness take him.
His last thought before he passed out was one word.