Devilish • Jazz x Prowl

Off The Grid

"Nngh..."

Prowl's systems sluggishly came back online. Alerts regarding the blunt force trauma he had previously received popped up on his HUD, but were swiftly ignored. He had other things to worry about.

His optics rebooted as he lifted his head and confusion overcame him. Why couldn't he see anything? He tried to move, but quickly discovered that his arms had been bound together by some sort of restraint while his legs remained free.

"Look who's awake." Prowl identified the speaker as Jazz fairly easily. "Well come on, take that thing off his head!"

Prowl flinched as whatever had been covering his head was yanked off. He squinted in discomfort as a blinding light filled his vision. "Where am I?" He demanded.

"Not so fast, Prowler." Jazz spoke from somewhere out of view. "I'm in charge here, so I ask the questions."

"You fragger..." Prowl cursed under his breath. He searched the room for Jazz, but only found strangers—none of which he recognized. "That's why you told me to come alone, isn't it? So you could kidnap me?"

Jazz let out an amused snort as he came sauntering out of the darkness. "Now you're catching on!" He stepped past one of the bots closest to Prowl and bent over, a grin tugging at his dermas. "I knew you were too proud to ask for help, but I didn't think you would actually go against protocol just for me! Am I really that special?"

"Cut the slag." Prowl growled. He tested the bonds around his wrists, but they didn't budge. "What do want with me?"

Jazz straightened his posture and began casually strolling around the chair. "I know some people who would pay a pretty penny to have a cop like you in their possession, and you being the captain of the force only sweetens the pot. As you can probably guess, they aren't fans of the police or their justice system." He drawled on a bit.

"You're selling me into slavery?"

"I wouldn't call it slavery... that's a harsh word." A smug smirk twisted the saboteur's dermas. "I like to call it unpaid labor."

Prowl let out an annoyed sigh. "So slavery, then."

"Oh, lighten up!" Jazz whirled around with a snarl and gave Prowl a good smack on the helm. "Can ya just let me have my fun without being a smartass for once?"

Prowl winced. While the smack didn't necessarily hurt, it did make his headache worse.

Once Jazz composed himself with a dignified huff, he continued. "While it would certainly be tempting to sell ya and earn a quick buck, I'm afraid I can't let ya go just yet. There's still plenty in store."

Prowl frowned. "Like wha— ow!" He was interrupted by a sharp pain in his neck. While he'd been focused on Jazz, one of the trickster's henchman had stuck a needle in him. Almost immediately, his vision grew hazy. "Whaaat.. was...."  His words slurred together as his jaw mechanisms locked up. Darkness pressed on the edges of his vision.

"Just something to keep ya down while I prepare a few things." Jazz said with a chuckle, not at all bothered by the fact that he just drugged a cop. "Don't worry, this is probably gonna be the best recharge you've had in deca-cycles. Nighty night!"

Prowl tried to fight the effects of the drug, but to no avail. His head lolled forward as he lost consciousness and darkness overcame him once more.