Peraltiago

Part 6

WOW! I'm inspired to write again? Crazy I know, I literally have no excuses except for the fact that I had no inspiration. So, HAPPY READING! :D

(Jake's POV)

It's been over 30 minutes since Amy's been out on her stress smoke! I know she needs it right now but this is too long for Amy. Then I notice her purse still on her desk. Weird, she keeps her cigarettes in her purse. She would've come back for them by now. Now I'm suspicious, Captain Holt then leaves his office and walks over to my desk.

"Peralta, shouldn't you be working with Santiago on the murder case?" Holt asks me with his monotone voice and void of emotion face.

"Yes, but, the, thing is-" I take a deep breath, "ItturnsoutourmainsuspectisofficerTeddythatshe'sdatingsoshewentoutforastresssmokeand-" Holt cuts me off before I die of talking to much without a breath. That's probably how I'll die honestly. Or maybe drinking to much orange soda, either one is pretty-

"Peralta!" I get cut out of my thoughts by Holt yelling my name.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" Holt's expression somehow still remains void of emotion. "I was saying how you need to go get her wherever she is. I don't care why she isn't working at the moment. We have a lot of cases to work on." And without hearing my answer he leaves towards his office. He usually isn't like that towards Amy so I'll let it slide. Probably stressed over the cases or whatever.

I take out my phone to check the time. Now it's been 35 minutes since Amy left. Okay, I'm worried. I quickly get up and walk towards the elevator.

(le petit time skip)

I get outside into the bustling streets of New York. Yum! It smells like sewer, smoke and the dude who sells hot dogs across the street. They're not that bad honestly. Alright let's think, she would usually go onto the roof for a smoke. But because of her state I'm sure she just wanted to get out. Technically the roof is outside but, when she spirals she doesn't really think. So a secluded area somewhere near here. God knows she wouldn't go to far from work. Probably an alley way. I walk over to the closest one, knowing she wouldn't go far. I'm looking through the alley when I see...blood? And it doesn't look old. A chill runs down my spine, that probably wasn't her, no of course it wasn't. I might as well just call her, maybe she did go farther than I expected.

"Amy where are you? You okay?" the next thing I hear makes the hairs on my neck rise. It's a distorted, low voice clearly trying to hide the fact it's not actually their voice.

" Come to the warehouse on Nassau street at 1:00am alone and unarmed, you are to tell nobody about this call. Unless you don't care about your precious Amy." I heard a whimper in the background. I take a sharp inhale. My heart was breaking by the moment imagining her in pain. And of course she was somewhere in danger because of me! All because I thought I should give her some space. Then something horrifying takes me out of my thoughts once again, a gun cocking.

"Deal?" They sound impatient.

"Deal!" I shout. Oh god, Oh god what the hell am I gonna do?

"And if you even think about telling ANYone! She's dead before you can even say 'Amy'."

And the line goes flat. I drop my phone out of shock. It's really hard to breath, and my chest feels like it's imploding. I fall to the ground. All of my breath is going out and it's not coming back in. I'm wheezing, clawing at my neck to at least get a gasp of air but nothing is happening. My body is seizing up in fear, and my chest is in unbelievable pain at this point. I'm going to die, I'm going to die...I can breathe! I collapse fully taking in beautiful fresh air. But a more important matter isn't what the hell just happened to me. What the hell happened to Amy? I can't tell anyone, nobody has to get hurt except for me. When I figure out who the hell did this,
They're dead.

(Amy's POV)

My eyes flutter open, then widen realizing what situation I'm in. I take a look at my surroundings, a bleak concrete room with a door straight ahead of me. It seems as if I'm in the middle of the room. The only other thing in here is a Dark wood table to my right up against the wall, and a chair. I feel myself sitting in a uncomfortable wooden chair, probably matching the other. The only source of light is a single, dim bulb hanging directly above my head. There is also a security camera in the upper right hand corner of the room.

My head feels like it's throbbing, I try to groggily lift my hand to my forehead only to figure out my hands are bound behind the wooden chair. I try to kick but my legs are bound, I try to scream but I only let out a whimper. I'm gagged. SHIT, SHIT, SHIT! I'm panicking, trying to wriggle myself free from these ropes. In the end I only get a mild rope burn on my wrists and are now digging deeper into my skin. Then he walks in. Teddy. I remember what he did to me, fear surges through my body. He has a stupid grin on his face saying pure evil. He walks up to me.

" You're awake I see." I look towards the camera, that's probably how he knows. "Now, you're going to listen to everything I say or-" He walks back out, and returns quite quickly with a toolbox. My anxiety is growing by the second, he sets the toolbox on the table and opens it. The first thing I see is a gun, but I presume there are probably so many more 'things' in there for me. When he takes out the gun my anxiety is through the roof.

"We'll see where this bullet lands."

I gulp and nod my head vigorously. I only feel fear, he's...insane! He has no intention of holding back any pain he can cause me. He chuckles, "Pathetic, anyways let's see how long it takes for someone to notice you're gone." He takes the other chair and sits right across from me. Then he takes out MY phone and stares at it, waiting for a call. Damn I need to sneeze, I let out a muffled sneeze. As soon as I do, he looks up at me with rage. I realize what he's going to do and brace myself, closing my eyes tightly. He stands up and throws a punch straight to the gut. All the air is knocked out of me, I double over in the chair and start wheezing. Then I hear my phone ring, "If you make a sound-" He raises the gun. It's hard to stay silent when your stomach is bruised and is in incredible pain. But I'm damn well going to try.

"Amy where are you? You okay?" I hear Jake's voice at the other end of the call. Oh no, now he's in this mess.

"Come to the warehouse on Nassau street at 1:00 am alone and unarmed. You're to tell nobody about this call. Unless you don't care about your precious Amy." Clearly I'm not at the warehouse or the precinct could easily find me. I couldn't hold in my pain and a whimper came out. Teddy looks at me with a burning rage holding the phone between the side of his head and his shoulder. Then cocks the gun. My heart is racing, And I'm sweating buckets, my anxiety couldn't be worse.

"Deal?" Teddy says coldly. Once he's done on the phone who knows what he's going to do to me.

"Deal!" I hear a panicked Jake shout. Oh no, knowing Jake, he really is going to tell no one.

"And if you tell ANYone! She's dead before you can even say 'Amy'."

My life now depends on him.

HEHEHEHE sorry if you're mad at me. Next chapter there will be A LOT of explaining of why Teddy is doing this! It's just hard trying to put into words. Anyways hoped you enjoyed! And see you next chapter!