Jacob Sartorius One Shots {NO LONGER ACTIVE}

Power Part 9

That's right we're back at it again. I hope you all appreciate that I'm delaying my weekly binge watch of Glee to write this.

"I DONT CARE IF YOU HAVE TO CALL THE F*CKING PRESIDENT, FIND MY GIRLFRIEND OR YOU WONT LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER DAY ON THIS GOD DAMN EARTH!"

"Boss calm down!"

Blake tries to suggest to a frantically pacing Jacob who was going off on someone on the phone.

"I can't calm down Blake they took my world, how would you feel if they took your girlfriend"

"I'd be angry enough to kill someone"

"Believe me when I find whoever took her that's exactly what I'm gonna do"

Jacob threatens walking to his office and unlocking the safe where he kept his precious backup gun.

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You open your eyes slowly, your head throbs a little bit for the most part your ok. As you start coming through, your memory of what happened returns. Your eyes dart open quickly taking in your surroundings. Your wrists were cuffed together from behind, and your ankles were cuffed too. Wherever you were it was dimly lit, but not completely dark. You had to struggle, but you eventually got yourself off the ground and shuffled towards the door. If you could ever manage to open it, you were in the basement of some type of facility with winding hallways. The possibility of getting out by yourself was slim. Luck for you, Jacob thought it would come in handy for you to learn defense skills. Also lucky for you, you payed attention. There didn't seem to be anything to hit your handcuffs on so your best bet was to try and step out of them. You sit down and struggle, but after a few minutes you manage to slip your legs through your arms so they were now in front of you. Now you could try the door.

Of course it's locked...help me Jacob

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"How am I supposed to help her when I have no idea who took her in the first place"

Jacob groans. With his special forces already on the lose, there was nothing more he could do except wait in agonizing silence. He pulls open the top right drawer of his desk to reveal the small black box hidden there.

"Come back to me beautiful"

He sighs looking at the floor. It was a good thing he did. The glint of a small object caught his attention. He picks it up off the floor and studies it carefully. An engraved cuff link. Must have fallen off of whoever was here.

"T.B"

He reads out loud.

"So that's who it was"

He smirks to himself, almost laughing at how easy it was to find out. He tucks his gun into the holster under his suit jacket.

"Boys"

He says in his usual command tone walking through his living room. Blake and Marco stand.

"We have somewhere to be"

He leads them out the door and explains on the way.

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Your handcuffs were starting to cut off your circulation. Why did everyone always feel the need to kidnap you. Stupid Jacob.

Don't blame him...you love him

You think to yourself, trying not to crack under the pressure. You hear a noise. Footsteps. Jacob? Your question is answered by a figure entering the room. Not Jacob.