RobRae One Shots

Trapped

"-chel! Rachel!"

I groan in response and pick my head up. I open my eyes and see nothing but darkness. I try to move my hand to massage my throbbing head, but I find that my hands are bound behind me.

"Where are we?"

"Gee Grayson, if I had night vision I'd be able to tell you. But since I don't, like you, I have no idea."

"Wow. Someone's sure sassy after waking up from being hit in the head with a brick."

The memory of the evening's events came flooding back to me.

Dick and I are both cops on an undercover assignment. We were to pose as a couple that were looking to buy black market items at an auction that was being held I'm a shady warehouse.

We were doing good and almost done with the job, that is until someone opened their big mouth.

He told a story that gave us away, how the idiot saw through the story I will never know.

But, it caused our cover to be blown and a whole mess of events to occur. That's how we ended up here, wherever here is.

"So hotshot, what's your plan to get us both out of here?"

"We could yell?"

"Grayson, I swear if you start yelling, I'm going to find a way to deck you."

"That would require you getting your hands untied, so if your hards are untied to do that, then I'm all ears so share your secret."

"How are we going to get out of this mess?"

"I don't know. But I do know that I feel my phone in my pocket, so if we can get that, then we can try to call someone."

"Ok, what pocket is your phone in."

"My right, butt pocket."

"Richard if this is another one of your stupid attempts to get me to touch your butt, I swear I'll put the paperwork in for a new partner!"

"I'm not joking! It really is in my butt pocket! So... can you reach it?"

"I'll try."

I move my hands around until I feel his suit material in my hands.

"Ok, where are my hands right now?"

"Lower back. You need to keep going down."

I shift down in my chair so the binding slides down on the back on the chair. I feel the bottom of the chair and know that I can't get my hands to go down anymore. I feel around for Richard's suit again until I find it.

"Where are my hands now?"

"Close, but not there yet."

"Well, I can't get my hands to go down anymore so you need to move your butt up."

"Ok."

I hear Richard moving around in his chair. My hands are on him the whole time so I can feel him shift.

"Ok Rae, your hands are officially on my butt."

"Great. So where do I need to move my hands?"

"Rachel, I never thought I'd hear you ask me that."

"Richard, this is no time for joking! Just tell me where I need to move my hands."

"Ok, ok. To the right. More. More. Ok stop. Move them down a little more. There! Your hand is on my phone."

"I feel it."

I slide my hand into his back pocket and grab the phone. I start to pull the phone out of his pocket. But my grip on his phone wasn't very good, so as soon as it was out of his pocket, it fell.

We both heard the phone hit the ground and we let out a groan of disappointment.

"I dropped it. I can't believe I dropped it."

"That's ok. Hey Siri. HEY SIRI. Oh stupid phone. Just when you actually need her she doesn't respond."

"The phone should be on the ground, so if we tip over one of us should be able to grab it."

"Good idea. On the count of three we we throw our way to the right."

"Your right, or my right?"

"My right, your left."

"Got it."

"Ready? One, two, three!"

We both aggressively shift our weight in our respective directions. I feel us tipping over and harshly hitting the ground.

"You ok Rachel?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Yeah. Do you feel the phone?"

"No. Try activating Siri again."

"Hey Siri!"

We hear the the phone ding and light up. We both start reaching for the phone.

"Stop, stop."

"What? Why?"

"Our hands are bound, grabbing the phone isn't going to help us now. She's listening to us, so tell her to call someone at the station so they can track the phone and get us out of here."

"You know, I sometimes think you're the smarter one out of the two of us."

I roll my eyes.

"Hey Siri, call Captian Ass."

She responded and the phone started dialing.

"Oh my gosh it's working! And really, Captian Ass."

"Well he is one."

"Grasyon? Where are you? You and your partner disappeared hours ago!"

"Yeah, we know. We were kidnapped. Can you get us out of here, or no?"

"Now look who's sassy."

"Shut up Rachel."

"Alright you two. I've got your location I'm sending a car your way."

"Oh thank goodness! I can't be tied up to you anymore. I think your stupid is starting to rub off on me."

"Hey! I'm not stupid. It was my idea to grab the phone."

"How was I supposed to know that you had a phone in YOUR pocket? Huh?"

"You're Rachel, you just know these things."

"I'm sorry were you hit in the head with a brick? No. Plus you were the one that blew our cover."

"Ok. You thought he was stupid too. And how was I supposed to know he'd catch on."

"Well you could have just kept your mouth shut and -"

We heard a bang from outside wherever we were. Suddenly, the door opened, letting in light that our eyes didn't like. We both wince at the light.

"Sir, I found them."

"Copy that. Bring 'em home."

"Yes, sir."

"Alright rookie, I'm tied to an idot and my head is pounding. If you don't get your butt over here and untie us right now, I'm going to have more words to say to you."

The young cop scurried over and untied us. Richard and I both stand up and look at each other.

"Well that wasn't so bad. We weren't even here that long or in any danger."

"Oh shut up."

We both start walking to the exit to be brought back to the station.

"Oh by the way Grayson, what happend in here, stays in here. And if I find out you told someone what happened in here, I'll have your head. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am. It's just like our little Vegas."

He wraps his arm around my shoulders as we sit in the back of the patrol car on our way back to the police station.