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20. I'm not a little teapot

Being kidnapped isn't exactly a vacation.

From what I could decipher, it's been about two hours since I've been kidnapped and I am in dire need of food.

We were still traveling in the van and for about the first hour and thirty minutes, I've been quiet. But for the last thirty minutes and counting, I've been doing my best at irritating the shit out of them.

"So... what's your favourite colour?"

Nothing.

"Well, mine's blue."

Nothing again.

"Any children? Wife? Pets? Ooo, I love pets. Dogs especially... and certain cats. Some are evil... Do you have dogs? If I had a dog, I would name it–"

"Shut up! Shut your big ass mouth Queen!" a very deep voice shouted at me.

Now it was my turn to be silent. I was expecting something just not that.

My voice went soft, "Okay, you didn't have to be so mean..."

One of the guys scoffed at me as he sat in the passenger seat. I'm gonna call him Loud Mouth. The driver was the quiet one. My suspicion is that he is the real PRK. Loud Mouth must be the accomplice. You know, out of all the times I've been kidnapped (which has been a grand total of 2 times) this has to be the worst and most boring time ever.

I bet you all my money that I am going to regret that very soon.

In an instant, the van came to a sudden halt. My head banged against the passenger seat. With my hands tied up in rope, I was useless to help myself.

Loud Mouth and the driver got out of the van and moments later, the sliding door opened and two pairs of hands reached out to grab me.

"No!" I screamed at them, struggling with all my will and power.

I shouted, "Let me go! Help! Help!" But it was no use, we were in an abandoned area.

No source of civilization. No source of life. No source of help.

They dragged me into this building that looked like a factory. Inside was a little furniture, weapons, and flowers. Probably the weirdest combination ever. They dragged me to a wooden pole and double tied me to it. My head was spinning too much for me to focus on anything. My gaze trained in on my lap.

PRK grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him. He had a mask over his mouth and nose, his very vibrant green eyes were the only thing exposed. Green eyes that looked very familiar.

"What? Not in the mood to talk now?" he spat with so much venom and hatred, I wondered what I ever did to him. I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. My voice was nowhere to be found. Black dots invaded my eyesight. Nausea slowly starts to bubble in my stomach.

He dropped my chin and walked away to his partner. My head lazily fell on my shoulder as darkness consumed me.

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"Maybe we shouldn't rape her. If we reach her family, we could ask for a ransom for however much we want and start a new life for the both of us. Her family is stinkin' rich," Loud Mouth negotiated with the PRK.

"No! We stick to the plan! If not you can go on with your life. I'll be sure to leave a tip of the Pink Rose Killer's surroundings," the real PRK threatened.

"You wouldn't!"

"Try me!"

"Are you two ladies done arguing because I think you both look equally beautiful in those jeans," my voice cracked at awkward places. The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop myself. Their heads both snapped in my direction.

Sometimes I just wonder if I actually liked pain.

"Can I cut of her mouth first, I can't deal with the constant yapping," PRK spat, walking towards me with a knife in his hand.

Loud Mouth stood in front of him, surprisingly, and seemed to be defending me.

"I can't let you do that! I can't do this anymore. All those women we've tortured and killed. I'm sick of this. Put the knife down and let's talk this out."

PRK lowered the knife, "Okay."

Loud Mouth relaxed and patted the PRK's shoulder. It was too late though, the PRK plunged the knife through his partner's chest. The stab wound killed him instantly as he dropped to the ground.

The killer showed no remorse as he pulled the knife out and walked toward me.

"You've seen so much. I have no choice but to kill you immediately."

"No! Wait! Can you at least show me your face? I've always wanted to know who you were."

He sighed and revealed his face, "My name is James Morgan and I–"

"Wait! You don't happen to have 3 children? Rachel, Jack and–"

"Seth."

"No fucking way."

"How do you know them? Tell me! How do you know them!" At this point in time, James had his knife pressed against my neck, not enough to cut but enough to get me singing like a canary.

"Seth! Seth's my boyfriend! Rachel and Jack, I've spoken to on the phone but we've never met! Seth speaks about them all the time! He even told me about you but said that you left your family when he was 3! That's all I know!" my voice kept cracking, my throat was dry and in serious need of water. I'm guessing by the black dots and nausea building up that I have another concussion.

Fan-fucking-tastic. Best day ever.

James lowered the knife before dropping it in the ground. His breathing went shallow.

"I knew it," he whispered, "H-he looked so much like him, I just never even thought it was him. It was my baby boy," he whispered again. I watched in terror as walked towards his weapons, picking up a gun.

I cleared my throat, looking for my voice, "Why!" he stopped moving, "Why did you do all those things to those innocent women."

"I had no choice! Dorothy! She was sick! I needed the money for her surgery! I crossed paths with the wrong people and was forced to do bad things. But all those women who have been tortured and killed, they deserved it! They tormented me! Called me names! Said I would never find love that I had to kidnap women for my own pleasure, so," he took a breath a huge breath.

"You taught them a lesson," I whispered, knowing that my end may be near. I've angered a psychopath.

"Clever girl! I think I know why my boy likes you now. Too bad I have to kill you."

"No! Wait. Don't you wanna see him one more time? By the way, you talk about him, I can tell you love him. So why hurt someone he cares about? Why cause him pain?" I begged, hoping he would reconsider.

He dropped the gun and began to hit his own head violently with his own hands. I watched in horror, he needs mental help. Soon after, he stopped and started to cry.

"Why did this happen to me?"

I said nothing. There was nothing I could say to do anything. I wasn't a psychiatrist or anything in that sort. Anything I say now would affect his way of thinking.

"What should I do?" he asked when he finally calmed down.

Great, exactly what I didn't want him to do.

"Maybe–"

"I should finish the plan," Oh so he talks to himself as well. Brilliant.

"No! I don't think that you should do that!–"

"And why the hell not!"

"Maybe because of this cou–"

The door burst opened, "CCPD, put down your weapons!" 10 maybe 20 men and women barged through the door in armor and carried weapons. Among the crowd, I could spot Joe and Eddie. Eddie tapped Joe and pointed him in my direction but James had placed his gun on my head.

"Come any closer and I will pull the trigger," his tone was deadly.

The police held their ground but didn't move.

Captain Singh stepped out from the crowd and began speaking, "Put the weapon down! You're defeated! There's nothing you can do."

James let out a sickly laugh, "But that's where you're the wrong Captain, there is one thing I can do," he somehow pulled the knot that held me captive to the pole. He pushed me up and forced me to stand up, keeping the gun next to my head as a reminder to not do anything stupid. "I can kill this lovely young lady right now and you won't be able to do anything at all."

I searched the eyes of Eddie and Joe. The look of despair and sadness was present. They probably saw how battered and wounded I was and felt sorry. I tried to smile but I was just too tired. My head dropped and my eyes were now on the ground.

"What have you done to her?" Joe screamed with rage.

"Nothing too bad, but let me tell you, she's a screamer," James referred to all the times I screamed for help. Everyone else in the room didn't catch the euphemism and took it the wrong way. Joe looked like he was ready to pounce.

"CIA! Put your weapons down!" An oddly familiar voice shouted. 4 people ran into the barn, two men and two women.

"Seth, stand down."

My head snapped up to the words that escaped Eddie's mouth. My eyes wide and my jaw dropped.

"Seth?" I asked, hoping for it to not be him. What is going on?

James' grip on my loosened. He whispered, "Seth?"

Seth Morgan and his team came up to the front of the crowd with guns in their hands. He stood a few feet away from me but kept his distance. It was as if he knew that if he came any closer, this situation wouldn't end well.

"Drop the weapon!" he ordered in a very authoritative tone. James strangely listened to him and dropped the gun, kicking it away from us. He let go of me and walked towards Seth.

"Seth? It really is you," he whispered with his hands in the air. Seth's eyes widened in realization but kept his gun up.

"What is your name?" he asked with a deadly tone.

James seemed hopeless when he asked that questions. "My name is James Morgan."

"Agent Morgan, do you know this man?" Captain Singh asked.

"No," he answered, "I don't know who this man is."

That statement obviously angered James because he picked up his gun and walked towards me, taking off the safety. Seth seemed to finally recognize me.

"Daniella?"

I didn't answer. I felt emotionless.

"That's right Seth, I have your little girlfriend here. And like I've said to these wonderful people, she's a bit of a screamer," James taunted. He was a completely different person to the man who was crying and begging for the chance to see his son.

Seth moved closer, the obvious rage that he felt could have been physically seen by the way his face turned bright red. James didn't like the intrusion in the little space we had and quickly pulled out a knife from his pocket and slice the skin on my right arm open.

A scream left my mouth as the slick blade cut through both the fabric of my jacket and skin. I screamed for as long as the pain in my arm lasted until it was bearable.

"Daniella..." Seth whispered.

"I'm fine," I whispered with my barely audible voice.

"You won't be for long," James teased. He readied his gun.

All of a sudden, yellow lightning shot through the room and stopped by the Captain. My hair blew in different directions. I knew that The Flash was here. He turned around and gave a gun to the captain.

"Here you go," his vibrated voice permeated around the barn. I looked to the left of my and saw that James did not have his gun. James took out several knives and started throwing them at The Flash, who dodged all of them as he ran around the wooden building.

The killer of many that stood beside me took out his last knife before stabbing it in my arm and running towards the window of the barn. One of the agents that came in with Seth acted quickly and placed three bullets through his upper back. He slowly turned around before three more bullets went through his head. This time the bullets came from outside, my guess was a sniper.

I don't know if I felt too much pain to even feel the pain from the knife in my arm but I could feel something... and it wasn't the best feeling. I could feel the black dots returning as I slowly started to fall forward. Before I could feel the hay on my head, I was in the arms of The Flash, who ran over to catch me before I fell.

"I guess you could say I fell for you," I joked before letting out a short laugh. Seth, Eddie, and Joe all rushed towards me and carried me towards the exit. Before we exited the barn, I caught a glimpse of The Flash before he ran away, knowing his work here was done.

"Dani, baby, can you hear me?" Seth asked as the three of them dropped me on the stretcher.

"I just got stabbed in the arm, my ears work perfectly fine."

Seth laughed, "That's my girl."

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I woke up with a killer headache.

"Dani, take it easy. You have a concussion," Eddie spoke gently as if he were afraid that if he were any louder than the average human, I could shatter to a million pieces.

"Eddie, you can speak normally, I'm not a little teapot, short and stout," my eyes involuntarily rolled themselves.

He asked, "How are you feeling?"

I blinked, "Like hell."

"I'll go get the doctor."

While he opened the door, Iris burst through the door.

"What in the hell were you thinking? Did you think you could get kidnapped and I wouldn't worry?"

"Yes because I planned to get kidnap just to get a reaction from you. Shit! I thought it would work."

Iris ignored the sarcasm and wrapped her arms around me. "I hate you for making me worry so much."

"Aww... Love you too babe."

Joe and Barry walked in and both gave me a hug each. Barry held on for a little longer. "Guys I'm fine. Thank goodness, you guys came the time you did and The Flash."

"Well if it wasn't for the CIA and your brother, we wouldn't have found you when we did," Joe explained.

"Why my brother?" I asked, a little bit confused.

Everyone uncomfortable shifted. Iris spoke up eventually, "He sorta... put a tracker in the necklace he gave you. He signed it with Thea's name so you wouldn't get suspicious."

Of course, Ollie would do such.

"I expected as much," I sat up a bit more in the bed, "Where's Seth?"

No one seemed to mention him while they were all in here.

Barry replied, "He is outside with his team–"

"Tell him to come inside," I interrupted him. They all nodded and walked outside, Seth strolled in moments later.

"Dani–"

"How long?"

"What?" his eyes started to tear up.

"How long have you been lying to me?" I asked again.

"Dani, I never lied. You never aske–"

"Don't give me that you-never-asked bullshit Seth! I opened up to you and I thought I could trust you. I know you couldn't tell me but just let me scream okay?" the voice I had back was slowly disappearing, "Why Seth? Damn is that even your name?"

He sat next to me and explained, "Yes my name is Seth, I never lied to you about that. I didn't lie about my family or background either. I do have two siblings and my mom did have breast cancer. I only wasn't honest about why I was here. The CIA received word that you would be the next victim of the PRK months before he started contacted you so we had to protect you. My team and I came in and subtly started to insert ourselves in your life... well except for me."

"Okay, now that that is out of the way, are we going to talk about your dad–"

"That's a conversation for another time," his mood suddenly changed. "My team would like to officially introduce themselves."

He walked over and opened the door where two girls and a guy tumbled into the room. The guy spoke first, "Hey Seth..."

Seth rolled his eyes as the three on the ground stood up.

"Dani, this is Jessalyn, Monica and–"

"Sebastian, Sebastian Michaels. A pleasure to meet you," he winked at me.

Realization finally dawned on me as I looked at their familiar faces.

"You were Mason's intern," I pointed at Monica, who smiled awkwardly, "You were that waitress at Jitters," I pointed at the Barbie doll replica named Jessalyn, "And you were my gardener!" I pointed at a cheeky looking Sebastian.

"Guilty as charged. I'm sorry, I had to put cameras and sound in your house, hope you... didn't mind?" he grinned.

I turned to Seth, "Is this what you meant by them inserting themselves in my life?"

Seth looked at the shy looking girl, another girl who looked like she wanted to stab me and a man who was really handsome but had the eyes of trouble and said, "I guess so."

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