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9-1-1

"C'mon Dany. You can do it" she whispered to herself. It was not easy with tied hands. She tried to unlock the screen again, but it did not work. "Fuck" She heard someone is at the door and that moment she had an idea.

"If we send agents to one of those places, they got to know, and they move on. And we don't have enough men to attack all those places at the same time. We have no idea how many people they have." Gendry tried to think logically "Not to mention, what if she is not there. What if they hide her somewhere else. It won't work. We need a closer..."
"We don't have time for this" Jon lost his patience. "Maybe you don't get it, maybe it is just a work for you, but Daenerys is in real danger. They won't stop." 
"Yes?" Jamie answered the phone when it was ringing. "Yes, he is here. Yes." he seemed surprised. 
"What happened?" Jon looked at him.
"Ramsay Bolton is here." Jamie frowned. "He wants to talk with you." 
Jon felt how the anger filled his body. He wanted to kill him, right at that moment. Even if they had no evidence at the moment, he was sure, it was Ramsay who is behind it." 
"Mr. Stark." Gendry stopped him before he could leave the basement. "Do not do any ... reckless thing. We only can save her if you keep your cold blood, and talk with him as a gentleman." he tried to convince him. 
"You cannot talk seriously." Jon sighed. "He kidnapped her." 
"I know. But we have no evidence. We have to get something against them. Or ... you're gonna lose her forever." 

Jon nodded, and he left them there. Jamie wanted to go with him, but he ordered him to continue the search. Find something. They knew they don't have enough time. Dany's life was more and more in danger... every minute. 
"Yes?" Gendry picked up his phone and walked a bit further from Jamie. He tried to track by the phones the possible location. He pushed some buttons, and he could access the street cameras, he started to watch those records. 
"Fine, thanks!" Gendry almost jumped back to him. "We have a clue," he told him. "Someone dialed 9-1-1 from Ygriette Wild's phone. "We cannot identify the location the call was too short. But they call it back." 
"I don't think it is a good idea." Jamie shook his head. "If it was Daenerys, she had a good reason to put it down. Get the call record. Maybe we can figure something out from it." Jamie started to worry too. If they found the phone at Dany's... she'll be in huge trouble.

"How the hell can you be that irresponsible?" Roose Bolton was shouting with Ygriette. He was holding her phone in his hand. When it started to ring, he was staring at the display. "Go" he handed the phone to her. "Tell them it was an accident, your cousins, children anyone was having fun with your phone!" he told her and she nodded worriedly, then left the room.  Dany was sitting on the floor. Her nose was bleeding. The moment when Roose and Ygriette entered the room, they heard how a woman says "hello" in the phone, again and again, meanwhile, Daenerys yelled a "Help" But it was too late. Roose pushed the red button, and ended the call, then slapped her. Hard. 
"I'm starting to understand that how you could be trap the other Stark brother." he crouched in front of her. "Rare, not just beautiful but smart too." he grabbed her chin and raised her head up. Dany was looking at him with disgust in her eyes. "Maybe I won't kill you. Not too soon. I like wildcats like you." 
"Do not dare to touch me." 
"Or?" he laughed a bit "Darling, you are alone. No one has any idea, that you are here. And when they'll have it will be too late." he stood up. "My son is already in your beloved Jon's office, with the contracts." 
"He is not an idiot. He won't sign anything." Dany frowned. "What if I not worth it? for him? Maybe you were wrong, and he easily let me die. We broke up if you've missed this information." 
"And you are still defending him. Amazing." Roose nodded appreciatively. "Let me tell you a secret, we know him. We know him since he was a little child. You, my darling, is his most valuable asset. He would give up everything for you. Even his life." he looked to the giant man next to him. "Keep your eyes on her," he ordered him, then left the room.

"Jon, we haven't met for a thousand years!" Ramsay greeted Jon in his office. He wanted to hug him, but he avoided that hug and went straight to his desk. 
"What are you doing here?" he was impartial.
"I expected a kinder welcome." He sat to the guest's chair and started to play with a pen on his desk. "When was the last time, when we've met? Maybe at the party, where you suddenly appeared without an invitation. To save your beloved girl from your brother." he started to play with fire. 
"What do you want?" Jon was staring at him, he needed to control himself, to not punch him out, or kill him in that exact minute. "I don't have time for this."
"I am sure you have plenty of time for me," he stated with a disgusting smile.