I'll Help You Hide From Them

Honest Fear

The whole drive home I can barely focus on anything except my brother's prediction.

You can't even choose suicide as the way out.

My heart has started thudding alarmingly quick since hearing those words leave my brother's mouth.

The only thought that would keep me calm was the knowledge that it would end in a few hours when they're bored. If they really intend to have me be their prisoner for years, I won't even have a body to be found when they're done with me.

I try to keep the anxiety bottled up, not wanting to share that information with my security guard, although from the looks I'm getting from him, he seems aware that something has rattled me. I certainly appreciate how he's refraining from asking about it.

I should try to find their previous victims through either missing persons or reaching out to my biological father. He needs to be found since I doubt that he'll make his way over to me to help me. I need to prove to him and my mother that I'm worthy of their help by finding them.

My mind keeps panicking at my recent knowledge, making me almost unable to calmly think about anything.

"You should be pleased to know Wilson finally got the surveillance footage for you to be able to see your partner while he's working." O'Malley starts.

"Thanks." I murmur.

"If you need a pair of ears to just listen, you know Wilson and I qualify." He offers.

"It's not worth mentioning, I'm just scared. Everything's beginning to get to me." I shakily admit.

"If this is from your talk with your brother, his credibility can certainly be called into question." He suggests to calm me down slightly.

I shake my head. "He only pointed out something I've been refusing to believe. I know he's right." I reply.

He seems a little awkward about this but is determined to help me not lose faith. "I've never failed a client, you're in safe hands, I promise." He reassures.

"There's a first time for everything." I murmur in defeat.

"Detective Woolnough, you're not going to die. I'm certain of that." He attempts to calm me.

"I know, it'll be worse." My voice goes weak as I say this.

"You're not leaving my sight and I'll see to it that nothing bad happens to you." He adds, this being probably the most calming thing he could say.

My IQ is only slightly higher than Shane's so for him to take orders from anyone they'll need to be smarter than him. I'm out of my league.

I grip tightly onto my seat to avoid just bursting into tears. My eyes wander to all of the weapons on O'Malley's belt.

I could make sure I meet the end with my own terms before the shooter and his pet get their hands on me.

I instantly look away as the thought occurs to me.

I can't kill myself, what about Kier and Ralph? They deserve to know what happened.

Ralph is dead, he is rewarded with no longer suffering from fear or putting up with his needy partner.

I curl up in my seat, clutching my skull to contain these harmful thoughts. O'Malley inquires to know of my well being but I ignore him.

-

When we arrive back at the safe house, I'm put in front of the surveillance screens of Kier at work. Thankfully there are enough cameras at different angles for me to accurately analyse the situation, although the quality still leaves room for guess work.

It takes me a moment to actually be able to pick Kier out from the group of all the people in the club since I'm used to him wearing relatively professional attire. He also has his hair styled in a way that makes him appear totally at home in this kind of setting.

My eyes drift over the civilians in disgust.

All of you need therapy.

I notice one person sitting at the bar has his eyes fixated on my partner as he prepares a cocktail. Hairs at the back of my neck rise at the intensity of his stare but I know that currently I'm helpless.

It's all on you Kier, please be careful. It takes longer than you'd think for the first responders to appear on the scene.

The man gets Kier's attention by ordering a drink, offering it to my partner. Kier appears to turn it down before going back to work. The man looks visibly irritated before reaching into his pocket.

Kier get out of there!

The man moves himself to be able to sneak behind Kier, not having any easy opportunity until the man who owns the bar sends Kier to the storage closet at the back of the club. The man follows him into the closet, shutting the door behind them.

I can feel my anxiety levels rising when the door doesn't open when it should, drawing my attention to the other officers in the bar who were undercover, observing how they're all following orders from their earpieces but aren't moving.

Why aren't they helping Kier? What's going on?

My heart rate jolts back into a horrified pace when Kier appears from the closet with his hands up. The man who followed him in is standing behind him with his hands rolled tightly into fists from whatever he is gripping tightly level with Kier's neck. From Kier's expression, I notice that his face also is darker than the rest of his skin, knowing that the suspect has Kier being choked.

Blair, do something!

Whenever Kier's arms lower, the suspect yanks the cord back, yelling something. When Kier goes limp and collapses, the other officers undercover apprehend the suspect.

I can feel sick at the thought that Kier might be dead and that I watched the whole thing but couldn't do anything.

Ralph, please forgive me! Kier, I'm begging you don't be dead! I need you! I don't think I can do any of this without you!