This was a request by @SofiaMariaFifia
I hope you like it, and sorry it's late.
Y/n POV:
"Y/n how are you doing?" Terry's voice came through on my ear piece.
Looking around at my surroundings sitting on a bench on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. I nervously bounced my leg up and down feeling my heart beating rapidly.
"Oh yeah, I'm sitting around waiting to get kidnapped. This is the best day ever." I sarcastically replied.
"Just try to relax and breathe we'll be right here the second anything happens." Jake spoke up.
"I'll try but its kinda hard to relax when I'm waiting for the man responsible for the death of two other cops to kidnap me!" I snapped back, "sorry, I'm just on edge."
The man was Phillip Fargo a British con artist back when I lived in New Jersy I worked his case with my partner at the time, and later another officer who helped us convict him. Now all of us were being targeted I was the last one on the list. The squad believes I'm the last because I was most important to him. He took an unusual liking to me.
"It's okay, just act natural." Amy advised.
"Okay." I took a deep breath, flattened the material of my pants, and fidgeted with the ring on my index finger.
Looking around, my senses on high alert I noticed the black van we had been looking out for, "Guys van ten o'clock!"
"Come on Y/n you gotta use the code words!" Jake complained like a child.
I sighed, "The black stallion is galloping in at sunset."
"Okay squad get ready to roll out." Jake instructed.
As I sat there waiting for the van to drive up to me I pretended not to see it. The van pulled up and two men stepped out they were wearing creepy doll masks. I looked into the van and saw Fargo sitting in the back. The men approached me and I pretended to be scared.
"What are you doing?! Get away from me!" I screamed.
The men grabbed me and started dragging me to the van. Okay any minute now I thought waiting for the team to storm out. As I neared the van I began to panic. Where were they?! The masked men threw me in the van and I fell at the feet of Fargo.
"Ah Y/n, did you really think I wouldn't know you'd have backup?" He bent down and ripped the earpiece out of my ear. "You know that was a stupid decision on Sargent Terry's part having the whole" he stopped and air quoted "'squad' as you call them in the same room."
"What did you do to them!" The masked men climbed into the van and closed the door, the driver sped off.
"All I did was lock the door and set the building on fire, if they die that's not my fault." He pretended to act innocent.
"You bastard!" I yelled lunging for him only to be stopped by the men.
He smirked and laughed, "see you in a bit sweetheart." He climbed into the passenger seat.
I looked at him in confusion and then looked down at a sudden feeling on my arm. I saw that the man on my right was rolling up my sleeve.
"What are you doing?!" I watched as he pulled out a needle and stuck it in my arm.
My eyelids got heavy and I blacked out.
I awoke with a sudden jolt first thought in my mind being that I was cold I opened my eyes to see one of Fargo's men (who I decided to call Scar because of the massive scar on his face) holding a bucket which I assumed had previously held the water that was now soaked into my clothes.
