Last Defense (Sequel to Drastic Measures)

Chapter Seven

"Alright, the car's out front and we're ready to go," Jarod smiled excitedly, a syringe held tightly in his hand.

"What's that for?" Eliza narrowed her eyes down at the syringe, already knowing what he was planning.

"Just a safety precaution," he waved off and chuckled, "Can't have you running off now, can we?"

"Oh I wouldn't run off," she smiled, "You can trust me. I mean, we are going to be spending the rest of our lives together."

Jarod sighed, using his free hand to caress her cheek. Sonny grimaced in disgust, looking the other way. "Oh Elízabeth, trust takes time," without warning, he injected the syringe into the side of Eliza's neck, "You of all people should know that."

She blinked slowly for a few seconds till her head abruptly drooped down. "You're not going to get away with this," Sonny muttered angrily.

Jarod let out a laugh, "Doesn't matter what you think. Have fun rotting in this basement while Eliza and I have the time of our lives."
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"Right here. Think I found something," Jay walked out into the living room, holding a rolled up paper. "It's a deed. To some cabin."

"Where'd you find it?" Olivia asked.

"Hid it in some safe, it was in his closet," Jay answered, unraveling the paper.

"Does it say an address?"

"Yeah," he read closely, "Not too far from here. Just an hour drive away upstate."

"Alright, I'll call for back up. Meet me in five."
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I guess what I'm trying to say is I need the deep end,
Keep imagining meeting

Eliza woke up groggily, squinting at the faint lights shining down the practically vacant highway. The radio was on and playing "RU Mine?" by Arctic Monkeys. "Morning sweetheart," Jarod smiled, looking at her through the rear view mirror, "...Well more like night."

She sat up, trying to get off her seat but was quickly retracted back. Eliza looked down at her left arm and saw that she was handcuffed to the black railing at the side of her seat. She sighed in defeat.

And I go crazy cause here isn't where I wanna be

"Where are we?" She asked, her voice sounding dry and raspy. Her head felt like it was practically pounding, like rusty weights grinding against each other.

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

"Long gone from New York. That's all you need to know," Jarod answered, keeping his eyes focused on the road.

And I can't help myself,
All I wanna hear her say is are you mine?

"I'm hungry...and thirsty," she muttered, "And I have to pee."

Are you mine?

Jarod sighed, "There's a gas station up the turnpike. We'll stop by there." Eliza tried looking around, looking for some sign that could give her a clue to where they were headed, but it was too dark to see anything.
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"NYPD! Open up!" Olivia shouted, banging loudly on the door. There was no response for a while, and the lieutenant nodded to the SWAT team, giving them the 'okay' to bust the door open.

After the door was busted open, the police swarmed into the small cabin. Jay and his back-up walked to the back, searching every room. "Hey! Think I found something!" Jay waved over for others to follow as he approached a sturdy door locked with rusty chains.

Jay stepped aside as someone came in to clip the lock and he kicked open the door. Olivia followed closely behind and they ran down the pathway of stairs, eventually getting down to the basement.

Sitting in the center, tied down, was detective Sonny Carisi. His eyes looked practically dead, lips dry, and he was caked all over in dry blood. "Carisi!" Olivia rushed over to his side, trying to shake him awake, "Stay with me. We're going to get you out of here."

He stared back at her with a placid expression, it didn't hit him that it was actually her. "Where's Eliza?" she asked urgently, looking at the empty chair beside him.

"He took..." Sonny struggled to get any words out, his throat felt completely dry, "-He took her."

"Where'd he take her?" Jay asked.

"I don't..."Sonny shook his head.

"Somebody call an ambulance!" Olivia yelled.

"That bastard!" Jay shouted, kicking the empty wooden chair across the room. He paced back and forth as he took out his phone, dialing 911.
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"We're here. Time to get some fresh air," Jarod walked around to Eliza's side and opened the door. "You promise you're not going to try anything?"

"Of course not," Eliza answered tiredly.

"Alright," he pulled out a small key and unlocked her cuffs.

She hopped out of the car, stroking her bruised wrist. Before she could step any further, Jarod grabbed hold of her arm and lifted the side of his jacket, revealing a gun concealed in his waistband. "Cause if you do, I'll shoot you right here, in the middle of nowhere, where no one would find you."

"For someone who's so infatuated with me, you sure are willing to take my life away in a heartbeat," Eliza muttered bitterly.

"Like I said, I'm just taking precautions."