His Daredevil

11

Chapter Eleven - Prisoner

I wake up to the sound of chirping birds and bright sunlight filtering through the curtains. Sighing contently, I roll over only for my eyes to widen when I don't recognize my surroundings. The room I'm in is quite large but it's so minimal. The king-sized bed sits on a large plank of wood floating slightly above the hardwood floor underneath. There's a large painting of a city skyline in the night above the bed, two lamps on either side with bedside tables a few steps away.

I slowly remove the blanket from my body and sit up. My feet sink into the rug underneath as I stand and look around. A set of wardrobes line the wall in front of the bed, a floor to ceiling length mirror stands to my right whereas a window is to my left. I make my way towards it to see nothing but greenery around me.

Panicking I turn around hastily and walk back to the bed, wondering where the hell I am and how I ended up here. I remember getting on a flight with the team and...Roman. My eyes widen before they narrow in realization. I bet he's done something which I won't like. My gaze wanders around the room purposefully until it lands on a bright yellow sticky note on the bedside table. Grabbing it I read the note only to confirm that it's from Roman and this is his house.

Elena,

I'll answer all your questions when I come back from work. For now, stay put and don't try to escape as my house is installed with a lot of security. I won't let you get hurt again.

Breakfast is in the kitchen. I'll tend to your bandages when I get home. Just make yourself comfortable and be careful not to irritate your stitches.

My number is on a card I've left on the table by the door. Don't call to yell at me, you can do that later.

See you later,

Rome.

My lips quirk at his instruction about calling him before I stop myself. Sighing I change into one of his jumpers and boxers that are left on a chair before wandering into the bathroom to find a spare toothbrush laid out for me. After freshening up I decide against showering until later before I step out into the hallway. It's silent as I walk through the house and familiarize myself with it. It's the perfect size with a spacious garden from what I can see outside the window. Other than that it's quite bare and minimal with no decorations or pictures.

I add his number into my phone before walking into the kitchen and finding a breakfast plate full of pancakes, eggs and bacon. It's almost like he couldn't decide on which one I'd like best which makes me smile softly. After eating the food in the kitchen, I turn on the TV and take a seat on the couch. Aimlessly flicking through channels, I tug a blanket over myself while my mind wanders.

I know he's right. I'm not stupid enough to still want to tag along on this serial killer chase after being threatened and attacked. I'm aware of my personality and how I can never sit still – how I always want to be up and doing something which mostly leads me into trouble. But this time I seriously must slow down and consider my well being as well as the others.

I spend most of the afternoon thinking. Is it safe for me to be at Roman's place while D.S. is after me? Am I not putting him in danger by being here? I wonder to myself before groaning when my head hurts. Thankfully Roman left my medication for me in an obvious place where I could find them and I take the painkillers that are very much needed right now.