Naval Criminal Investigative Service

The Necklace *edited*

**Edited**

After sitting in the interrogation room for about three hours, Alex had fallen asleep. And nightmares plagued that nap.

~~~Dream/Flashback~~~

Alex was back in the warehouse she had been held hostage for a year. She yanked on the chains, but the wounds on her back made it impossible to fight. She let her body drop. She was hanging by her wrists and her knees barley touched the ground. The man who did this to her walked in with his sickly grin on his face.

"We sent another letter to your brother. Would you like to see what he sent back?"

She glared at him but didn't hold it. She knew that she wasn't getting out of this by Chris.

"Oh, that's right. He didn't send anything back. Because you're nothing to him." The man yanked Alex's head up by her hair. "And you'll never be anything to anyone."

The whip whistled through the air and hit her back.

~~~Dream/Flashback End~~~

Alex woke up, a scream passing her lips. She fell off of her chair as she jumped in fear. The door was pushed open and she snapped her head to the sound. Pride walked in behind Chris and Percy and kneeled in front of Alex.

"You alright?" He asked her.

She was still gasping as she shook her head and stayed where she was. Chris' heart was being torn apart in his chest as he watched her. The fear swimming in her eyes made his own fear come to the surface. Percy noticed but didn't say anything as Pride helped the girl stand. Her hand went to the base of her neck but her necklace was still gone. Loretta walked in and gasped. She instantly went to the girl and took her hand.

"Come on. Let's get you changed and something to eat."

Alex nodded and walked with the woman, still feeling the sting of the whip on her back. As she walked past Chris, he touched her arm. She flinched, moving away from him before she could stop herself. As they walked out, Pride looked at Chris.

"Chris, fix it."

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Chris walked over to Alex later that day and saw her sitting by herself, her legs curled up against her chest. Her fingers were brushing against the rope scars on her wrist while she was zoned out. He sighed before walking into the room and leaning against the doorway where she could see him. She was staring at a spot on the wall next to the door.

"Alex?" He asked.

"Did you get them?" She asked.

"What?"

"The ransom notes. The letters. The pictures, did you get them?"

"No."

"Liar." She said, finally looking up at him. "I know you did. I went to your house when I got back, to actually try and talk to you. You weren't home so curiosity got the best of me and I looked around. You got them. And you stuck them in a drawer."

He looked at the floor as she looked back at the wall. She spoke again.

"For a six months, I waited. I actually had hope that you would come to rescue me, like you would when we were kids. Then, for three months I started giving up. Two months after that, I gave up. I wasn't waiting for you anymore. During the last month I was ready to die. I actually begged them to kill me, because nobody was waiting for me. But the guys came and got me out before that sick bastard could pull the trigger."