Chapter 6:

Here is the next chapter. I still own nothing. Hope you guys are enjoying it, this is an idea I've been toying with for a while and just my version of their lives.

Racing through the streets of D.C. Cal made it to Gillian's apartment in 10 minutes. Sliding the car to a screeching halt, Cal ran up to Gillian's door, which was already unlocked "Gillian. Are you here?" Cal shouted. "Gill?"

He ran up the stairs to her bedroom, noticing the pink dress on the floor. He looked around the room and noticed the floor was covered with dresses and hangers, indicting a struggle had taken place. His heart dropped into his stomach, he feared the worst. No no no, this was not supposed to happen.

Cal ran back down the stairs glancing in the kitchen. He immediately froze when he seen her bag, keys, and phone still on the table. Damn it, no use trying to track her through her phone.

Cal decides to head back to the lab to see what Torres and Loker found.

Meanwhile in the Lab

"I've got a team working on getting the video footage outside of the building. From there we can see if the deliverer of the envelope was approached by anyone or if they were involved at all. And Torres have are you finished with the note?" Ben looked between Torres and Loker.

"Yes, I have scanned it into our system and trying to transcribe what the message might mean." Ben picked up the note form the table putting it in a plastic bag. "Who all touched this note?"

"Heidi, Dr. Lightman, Torres and myself, other than that no one from our office." Loker stated.

"Alright, I'll get this to the lab to see if we can get a match off of the finger prints."

"Thank you Reynolds."

"No need to thank me, Dr. Foster is a good friend and surely she does not deserve this. We are going to find who did this." With that Ben turned and exited the lab, leaving Loker and Torres to their work.

20 Minutes Later

"Torres, what did you find out from the note?" Cal asked as he barged into the Lab.

"Not much other than the person who is behind this seems to be fascinated with fairy tales. 'Beast' referring to a creature, 'Sleeping Beauty' could be related to the fable 'Sleeping Beauty' or 'Beauty and the Beast', which also indicates a beast of some sort. The word night is spelled differently, like a 'Knight and shinning armor'. Everything else speaks for itself. The suspect obviously wants to cause pain not just for Dr. Foster, but also those who are closest to her, thus feeling a 'heart break'. I'm still working on the last line, I don't understand what it means."

"Dad." Emily entered the lab, her big doe eyes trying to hold back the tears that were desperately trying to spill out. Cal turned his attention towards his daughter pulling her into his arms. "It's gonna be okay Em. Everything will be okay." Cal whispered softly to her, holding onto her a little tighter and planting a kiss on her forehead before he released her from his embrace.

"Dad, you're going to find Gill, right? I mean, why would any want to hurt her, she's a good person, she wouldn't do wrong to anyone." Emily wailed.

Cal could see how strong she was trying to be, whether it was for his sake or hers he wasn't sure. Pushing a few strands of her hair behind her ears Cal answered her with a shaky voice, "Of course, we are going to find Gill, luv. But for the moment I need you to stay here where I know you will be safe, until we figure this out, alright?"

"Okay. Is there anything I can help with?" Emily questioned looking between the three of them.

Cal wasn't sure how much he wanted Emily to know about the situation. "No luv, there isn't anything you can do at the moment."

"Okay." Emily said sounding so defeated. "I just want to find her and bring her home."

"So do I luv, so do I." Cal said.

Somewhere near D.C.

Gillian started to wake up. Ugh, what happened? Where am I? Realizing she was blindfolded and tied to a chair, she began to recall what she remembered. I remember Cal dropping me off to change my clothes because I forgot the dress I wanted to wear at my house. Once inside, I set me keys, purse, and phone on the kitchen table, and walked upstairs to change. And then…

The sound of a door opening and heavy footsteps coming into the room, getting closer and closer made her freeze her thoughts.

"Well, well, well. Looks like Sleeping Beauty finally woke up." The man chuckled, running his hand down the side of Gillian's face. Gillian knew she shouldn't react, but not being able to see or talk made her on edge more than normal. His hand felt ruff against her soft check.

"Sssshhhhh, sshhh. You're going to be okay, but only if you do exactly what we tell you to do, or else you will get hurt." Gillian listened to the males' deep voice trying to pick up on any markers that would help her get out of here. She noted a slight Australian accent.

"The boss has special plans for you." Gillian knew the guy was smiling as he spoke, sending a shiver down her spine. She heard the footsteps retreat and the door closing. Outside of the door she could hear whispers but couldn't decipher what was being said. She didn't have to wait long before the door reopened, and she could hear another set of footsteps approaching and stopping behind her to the right side.

"I'm going to remove the bondage from your wrists and ankles first. If you make any attempt to hurt me or escape, I will do whatever is necessary to make sure that doesn't happen. Do you understand?"

Gillian noticed this male had a gentler voice, however knowing what he meant what he said sent a shiver through her body, she nodded her head yes.

"Okay, good." The man began with the ties around her ankles once removed he the worked on her left wrists and then her right one. "Alright, I'm going to remove the coverings from your mouth and your eyes, if you scream you will get hurt. Understood?"

Gillian nodded her head in acknowledgement again. Her mouth felt dry from the cloth, with what little wetness in her mouth Gillian moved her tongue between her dry lips to try and moisten them. The blindfold was then removed from her eyes, blinding her from the light in the room.

She didn't even notice the man had exited the room, shutting the door behind him, leaving her alone in the room. Looking around she noticed the room was quite small, and the chair she was tied to, a bed with black sheets and a single pillow, and a small window. Getting up from the chair she wondered around the room looking for anything to use as a weapon and if there was any way she could escape this hell she's in.

Back at The Lightman Group

Cal walked into the kitchen, he looked at the clock, noticing the minutes tick by. Please just let her be okay. He just wanted to find Gillian safely. With his frustration growing, Cal picked up the nearest object, and flung it at the wall, the glass shattering cascading all over the floor into tiny pieces.

The shattering of glass did nothing to help his frustration only deepen it, causing the pounding in his head to worsen. Walking towards his office he was stopped by Torres.

"Dr. Lightman, we may have found something." Torres returned to the lab, Cal turned around making his way back towards the lab ignoring the constant pressure in his head.

Seconds before he reached the lab, his phone went off. Without looking at the screen he answered the phone "Lightman"

"Ah, Dr. Lightman, I have someone who would like to say hello to you. Go on say hi."

"Cal" hearing the voice on the other end of the phone Cal froze. "Gillian?"

"As you can hear Dr. Lightman, I have someone of importance to you. If you want Dr. Foster to remain unharmed and alive you will follow these instructions. You have until 8pm to drop 2 million dollars in a bag off at the park on 21st street next to the big oak tree. If you fail to deliver on my requests Dr. Foster will pay the price."

"Why are you doing this? Dr. Foster has no part in any of this."

Cal heard what sounded like a hand across a check and when he heard Gillian whimper in pain he knew he needed to do with this person wanted and fast, or.. or .. he didn't want to think about what it meant if he didn't.

"I'll ask the questions, you just do as I say." Another strangled cry came from the other end of the phone. "Alright, alright. I'll do what you want. Just don't hurt Dr. Foster anymore."

"Dr. Lightman the clock is ticking, 8pm." And with that the line went dead.

"Tell me again what was said by the kidnappers." Reynolds asked Cal for the fifth time.

Cal sighed, there was only so many ways he could say the same thing, "They did not indicate why they were doing this, just that their list of demands only included 2 million dollars dropped off at the park on 21st street next to the big oak tree. Other than that, there was no information."

"We are going to put a tap on your phone so if they call back again keep them on the phone long enough, so we can trace the call. I'll see what I can do about the money. In the mean time do you have any leads on who could be behind all of this?" Reynolds asked.

"Torres is looking into one, some old case we had a while back. She thinks it might be connected to the person who wrote the note." Cal paused briefly looking at his watch, "it is 1:15 right now, we only have 6 hours and 45 minutes to get the money around and place it at the drop off location. We need to move fast on this Reynolds."

"Let me know if you have a lead on the past case, I'm gonna call in some favors."

"Thanks Reynolds." With that Cal hung up the phone.

As far as she could tell Gillian had been left alone in the room for over an hour. In that time she was not able to find a way to escape the room.

She tried the window, but it would not budge either way. The two options she could come up with were breaking the window with a piece of the bed or chair or trying to take down the next person that came into the room and escape out the door.

She knew that the male who placed the call to Cal must have been some sort of boss, he was at a least 6'5" and around 220lbs. She was no match for him, but if she were able to weaken him with a weapon she might have a chance, but who is outside of the door? Is that a chance I am willing to take in order to get out of here?

The other option involved her breaking the window and climbing out, but how far off the ground was she, would she even be able to escape? Well one thing is for sure, I can't just sit here and let them do what they want to me. She did not want any part of that at all. She had made her decision, now it was time to get to work.

Cal couldn't be alone anymore he needed to find his daughter and give her a hug. He was more scared than he cared to admit.

Deciding to check up on his daughter Cal headed for his office only to find it empty. He headed straight for Gillian's office knowing she probably would have gone there anyway. Walking in he noticed his teenage daughter curled up on the couch. When he approached her, he noticed she was sleeping, taking a closer look at her face though he could see that her checks were still moist from tears.

Grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch, Cal draped it over his sleeping daughter giving her a light kiss on the check before retreating to the door. Emily had gently stirred from her sleep.

"Did you find her dad?" Emily asked sadness evident in her voice. Cal gave a heavy sigh and walked back to his daughter. Kneeling in front of her he lifted her chin with his hand, "Not yet Em. Nothing new either."

"Dad?"

"Yes, Luv?"

"What happens if we don't find her, or we're too late?" Emily now had tears streaming down her face.

"Emily, we will find her okay? She is gonna be fine. Gillian's tough. But enough of those thoughts, alright?" Emily nodded and laid her head back down on the pillow, pulling the blanket tighter around her.

"Get some rest luv. I'll come get you when we find her." Cal gave her one last kiss leaving Gillian's office.