5SOS Adopted Me?

twenty-nine

Edit #1: 2/27/17 | I forgot that Sydney doesn't have an FBI agency there, so just pretend for the sake of argument that they do. It's now mostly back and forth between Delilah's thoughts and practically a monologue from another of Metadouche's helpers.

Edit #2: 4/3/17 | this is many days late, seeing as I was lazy and I hadn't even finished writing yet.

Third Person POV

"Boys?"

No answer.

"BOYS!"

Still no answer.

"If you boys don't come down these stairs in the count of five, every electronic device will be removed from this house."

Not a single sound from them.

The woman sighed, and walked out of the stair frame.

"What're we gonna do? Those boys are devastated, and we have no way of tracking Del."

"Are you sure about that?" The other woman in the room said, smirking.

"What have you got planned?"

"I have a few tricks up my sleeves."

LATER AT FBI HEADQUARTERS...

"Raymous, Kayleen, good to see you ladies."

"Sir, have you heard about the Moore kidnapping case?" Raymous asked.

"I've come in contact with the case files, but I'm unaware of the circumstances."

"Well, sir, Delilah and I have come up with a plan to catch him and his accomplices," Kayleen said.

"I'm listening."

~Timeskip brought to you by Metatron himself~

Delilah's POV

You douche bag. Quit touching me.

"Calm down, princess. Strugglin' ain't gon' make it better."

Neither is your grammar.

"Little lady, I don' wanna hurt you, but if yous keep strugglin', you're gon' be in a bit of trouble."

Ugh. I'd honestly rather be stuck with Metadouche himself.

The illiterate goon threw me into a random room in where ever we're staying, and it was not pleasant.

There was a cracking sound as I landed on my hand.

I let out a scream, and Mal came running.

"She has to be intact for us to get a ransom," he stated, as he was checking my wrist.

"Definitely broke something, but it would be too risky to take you to a hospital," he glanced back at the uneducated cave man, whose name I never got. "Call Dave and see if he can get here within the hour."

"Yes, sir."

* * *

"I'll need gauze, medical tape, a wrist brace and 600 mg of ibuprofen. Delilah, I'm Dave, I'm going to help you feel better okay?"

Please make it stop.

I nodded, then he proceeded to wrap my wrist in some kind of gauze and put the brace over it.

"Just so it doesn't rub and make it uncomfortable."

"Could you please hurry it up? I haven't got all day," Mal grumbled.

"Could you please shut up? She's my patient, not you so please just... let me do my job," he sighed and continued working. "Your wrist will be bruised for a couple weeks, and I want you to take one ibuprofen three times a day. If you take more than that, then you'll probably overdose."

I'd honestly rather overdose than be here.

"Please make sure she takes it, and make sure she eats," he glared at Mal, gave me a smile, and left.

"Pesky brat. Why I oughta-"

"Mal, don't even start." I guess Dave hadn't exactly left entirely left yet.

Mal grumbled some more, and left the room.

I hate this place and this man so much. Just think, he used to be my uncle. I want my boys back.