Fic: Broken Road, Part 10/? by Sapphire (RATING: M/R)

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Title: Broken Road, Part 10/?
Author: Sapphire (sapphiresfic)
Fandom: Glee
Pairing/Characters: Puck, Rachel, Puck/Rachel, Puckleberry
Rating: M/R
Word Count: 6,246
Spoilers: Up to 1x22 ~ Journey; just to be safe
Series: 'Broken Road' (List of all the parts on my LJ)
Fic Table prompt: #47 - Protection (table at my journal here).
Summary1: Rachel visits her dads in Lima for the holidays, gets pulled over, her ex from NYC stalks her, threatening her life and the cop who pulled her over helps protect her... For fic table prompt #47-Protection. (Story: T/PG-13. Ch. 10-12: M/R for content.)
Summary2: Daniel has a screw loose and Noah feels helpless
Disclaimer: I am just borrowing them for the fun of writing, BUT I do own the plot, ideas and original characters.
A/N: I edited this, so all mistakes are mine.
A/N2: Feedback keeps me writing, so please comment or review. :D
A/N3: Title comes from 'Blessed The Broken Road' a song by Rascal Flatts. I do not own it, just borrowing for the fic.

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A/N4: A super-belated, but much anticipated, birthday fic for a good friend of mine, PKteach. I wanted to write her a birthday fic, and this is from an idea she gave me.
A/N5: The Gleeks were Juniors in high school when Quinn was pregnant.
A/N6: AU after 1x22 ~ Journey, but contains a relationship that began in 2x01 ~ Auditions.

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WARNING: Chapter 10, 11 and 12 contain some content considered a rating of 'M/R', but the story as a whole is 'T/PG-13', which is why FanFiction dot net's rating is still 'T'. I didn't want to hide a 'T/PG-13' story behind an 'M/R' rating for just three chapters, and have added a similar note to the beginning of each chapter from here on out, just as a reminder.

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Rachel's eyes widened as she stared at the gun, "I... You..." With the gun pointed at her, she realized she should do what he said, or he may try to use it, so she reluctantly gave in and released her hold on the door.

"That's great. You're learning already," he smiled, moving inside and closing the door behind him, dropping a bag on the floor.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked backing away from him, stopping only when her back was against the wall.

Daniel moved towards her and pressed the barrel of the gun to her cheek, then ran it down her chest to press against bare skin just below her chin, "because you're mine and I'm going to make sure you stay that way."

She took a deep breath and tried to remain calm, but feeling the ice cold metal against her skin, she began to panic, "okay, just... just try to slip into the kitchen... you can get a knife... maybe that will slow him down so you can run to the neighbors," she thought, glancing to her left and saw the hallway to the kitchen was close by, "so... you're going to kill me?" She asked shakily.

"Nah, what would the fun in that be?" He smirked, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek and followed the same path the gun had just taken, then brushed his hand over her cloth-covered breast, "I'm going to take what you should have given me a long time ago, and then we're going to leave this place. I'll make sure no one ever hears from you again."

"They'll find us," she murmured, shifting to her left, away from his hands, "don't touch me," she begged, trying to get further away.

Daniel held the gun up in front of her face and laughed, "I have a gun remember? I'm also not afraid to use it. I could shoot you in the knee and then you'll never dance again, but you'll still be able to spread your legs for me," he smiled, "because I can't wait to have sex with you."

"I'll never sleep with you!" She exclaimed, slipping past him and rushing into the kitchen. Seeing the glass vases from the deliveries he'd sent on one of the far counters; her dads had saved them because they were filling up the garbage too fast and they had planned to get rid of them later; she moved to them and threw two on the floor, hoping that he'd slip on the broken glass. Satisfied, she rushed over to the butcher's block and grabbed the largest knife she could find and held it up in defense.

"Do you think some glass is going to stop me?" He crunched right through the clear material and stepped into the kitchen, laughing harder as he held out the gun, "I'll shoot you before you even get that knife near me, so why don't you just drop it and come with me."

"No!" Rachel dashed through the other kitchen entrance, into the dinning room and knocked over a few chairs, hoping that would keep him busy before going into the living room, planning to run to the door.

Daniel expected her to go that way, so he went around the other way and came up behind her, wrapping his left arm around her chest while his right hand held the gun to her head, "drop the knife. I'm not leaving without you."

Feeling his tight grip around her, Rachel choked back a sob, knowing he was stronger and had the power from the gun, so she lowered her arm and dropped the knife at their feet, "don't hurt me," she begged, feeling tears fall from her eyes, "please."

"Oh, I'll never hurt you, but I think you like a little pain," he grinned pressing a kiss to her cheek, before guiding them back towards the door, "don't try any funny shit," he snapped, holding the gun towards her as he pushed her against the door.

Rachel gasped at the force, but with her back pressed against it, she didn't fall to the floor. Watching him dig through his bag for something, he pulled out plastic zip ties and realized he was going to tie her hands together. Blinking her eyes as more tears fell, she stumbled forward when he pulled one of her hands towards him, "don't hurt me," she begged.

Daniel rolled his eyes, "don't try anything," he snapped, sliding the gun under his jeans, so he could use both hands and wrapped a plastic tie around her wrist and tightened it, showing her it couldn't be undone. He slipped another tie under that one and pulled her other wrist up, wrapping the tie around it, successfully binding her hands together, but he wasn't done. Kneeling down, he pulled out a roll of silver duct tape and began wrapping it around her wrists, not caring that it might hurt; he just wanted to make sure she couldn't pull her hands apart.

Watching him wrap the tape around her wrists, she felt more tears fall, "he's been planning this for a while. I bet that's why he never sent me flowers or did anything after Thanksgiving. He was getting ready to do this... Oh no!" She silently gasped, trying to feel for her engagement ring. Glancing down at her hand, she realized it wasn't there, "where is it? Where did I... Oh! I left it in my room. I took it off to put lotion on and then he showed up and I forgot to put it back on! I know I should have it on, but if he saw it, he'd be even more pissed."

"There we go, all done," he'd gone around her wrists numerous times to keep her hands secure and then zipped up the bag he'd brought and stood up. Going to the closet he grabbed one of her sweaters and threw it over her hands to cover up her bindings, "say 'goodbye', because this is the last time you'll ever see this place."

Glancing around the house, she bit her lip, "he won't get away with this. They'll find me. Noah will find me," she thought to herself, but made him think she believed him.

Opening the front door, he held it open, "ladies first," he smirked, "but just remember. No crazy shit, because I will not hesitate to shoot you," he reminded her.

Rachel bit her lip, stepping outside, "I will not let him win!"

Daniel followed her, closing the door behind him, then guided her out to an older car, and pulled open one of the back doors, "get in," he snapped.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced around outside, hoping to see someone, but with the cooler temperatures, no one was around, so she sighed and slid into the car. He guided her to sit in the middle and after a few moments of shuffling, he'd buckled the seatbelt around her and tightened it so she couldn't really move around. Dropping his bag onto the floor next to her, he closed the door and moved into the front of the car, getting into the driver's seat and as he shut the door, he started the engine, casually adjusting himself, like nothing was wrong, "well baby, we're off to our hotel and tonight you're going to give me what I want, then we're going to leave," he explained, hitting the child-proof lock, so the back doors and windows couldn't be opened.

"You won't get away with this," Rachel said, turning to look away from him.

He reached back and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him, "yes I will. No one cares about you. You're too demanding. No one will miss you. And once I make sure I take your virginity, I'll own you," he told her forcibly, pushing her away and turning around to shift the car into reverse and back out of her driveway.

"People care about me! They'll miss me!" She snapped at him, trying to fight the tears that were falling, but she gave in and let the sobs flow out, her shoulders shaking as she cried.

Daniel ignored her as began his drive through town and Rachel tried to keep from looking at him, but paying attention to where they were going, but with her tears and her mind running a mile a minute, everything was a blur. Lifting up her hands, she used the sweater that was hanging over them to wipe her eyes, but as her nose neared the fabric, she immediately smelled not only her dads' cologne, but also Noah's, which made her cry even more and hug the item close to her, holding onto what could be the last time she smelled the three men who love her, "no, Rachel, stop it! They'll find you. Noah, dad and daddy will be back at the house and see the mess and know something happened." She looked up again and saw him driving towards the outskirts of town, near the interstate and then pulled into a parking lot right next to the on-ramps.

They were in a part of town that local Lima residents didn't go to often; it was more for the vacationers and the truckers who needed a quick place to stay along the interstate, with a bit of food nearby, so they weren't driving around a strange city looking for things. He drove around and parked at the side of the hotel, near some rooms, "we're here," he smiled, turning off the engine and unlocking the doors.

Looking around, she saw they were in a back area of the hotel, away from the main traffic and moments later, he opened the back door and reached in to collect his bag, unbuckling her seat belt. Watching him, she tried to stay neutral, but seeing the gun tucked into his pants, she got a rush of anger, "fuck you," she snapped.

Daniel reacted by grabbing her ponytail and pulling her head back, forcing her to look at him, "someone's got a little attitude problem, doesn't she?" He pulled the gun from his pants and ran it along her chest, "that's no way to treat your boyfriend. Do I need to remind you who's in charge?"

She bit her lip and as he pressed the gun against her cheek again, "smooth move, Rachel," she thought, then gave in, "you are," she murmured.

"Ah, good, you remembered. Don't forget it," he let her go, "get out of the car and go over to '73', now," he hissed, stepping aside.

Rachel inched her way out of the backseat and fumbled a little without the use of her hands, but managed to stand up on the pavement and looked around, surveying her surroundings. She noticed he was digging for something in his bag, so she carefully stepped away and as she got further from him, her feet sped up and she silently took off in the direction of the front of the building, hoping to find the office or someone walking around.

"I knew you'd run," Daniel called out, chasing after her. He let her get a few feet away before he began to chase her and it only took a few moments to catch up with her, throwing his arms around her body and pulling her close to him, lifting her off the ground.

"Let go of me!" She screamed, "help me! Someone help!" She exclaimed, hoping someone would hear her, but before she could get anything else out, something slammed over her mouth and she realized he'd brought a piece of tape with him, covering her mouth, but it didn't stop her from screaming.

Daniel glanced around and didn't see anyone, so he smiled, "no one can ear you. Look at the parking lot. It's empty. No one is here. Why do you think I picked this place? You've got a loud interstate right next door and it's an off season for travelers." He kissed her cheek as he walked them back to his car and put her feet back down on the ground, so he could lean her over the trunk of the car, "now, do I need to remind you who's in charge?" He asked again, grinding his body against her.

Rachel choked out a sob and squirmed, trying to get away from him, but with his body pressing against her, she knew there was no way she could over power him, so she shook her head and tried to say 'no', but it came out as a garbled mess.

"I'll take that as a 'no'." He smirked and pulled her to a standing position. With one hand on her shoulder, he grabbed his bag, closed the car door and guided her over to his room. Using his key to unlock the door, he pushed it open and shoved her inside, following her in. Shutting and then locking the door knob, deadbolt and chain behind him, he smirked, "welcome home," he said, flipping on the light and dropping his bag on the small table by the window.

Looking around, Rachel saw a kitchenette with a small sink and counter, a microwave, small fridge and a few cupboards, no doubt holding cookware and plates from decades earlier. The room had two beds, separated by a small nightstand with a phone, phone book and lamp. As she studied the beds, she saw one that was typical of a hotel; old bedding, crisp white sheets and two pillows, but the other bed had brown silk bedding all over it from sheets to a heavy comforter and multiple pillows.

Moving behind her, he slid his arms around her, "do you like it? It's yours. I figured you'd want your first time on something besides hotel bedding, so I did this for you," he guided them over to the bed and pushed her down, "here, I bet you'll be more comfortable once you sit down."

Rachel took a seat on the edge of the bed, but remained stiff, not having any interest in getting comfortable on sheets she hated. She lifted her hands to him, hoping he'd do something, because the tape was starting to get uncomfortable.

"I'm not freeing your hands," he laughed, taking her sweater off of them and tossed it to the table, "lay back," he said, motioning to the bed. Watching her shake her head, he pointed to the pillows, "I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. Lay back on those pillows, now!"

Jumping in shock at his louder voice, she reluctantly laid back and before she could shift herself, he was doing it for her, picking her up and putting her where he wanted her; right in the middle. Lifting her bound hands above her head, he pulled out a piece of rope he'd had hiding there and wrapped it around her bound hands. "No! Please don't," she tried to scream, but again, her words were all jumbled up. Attempting to pull her hands away, only made it worse, because he pulled the rope tighter until her hands were flush with the headboard.

"Well, I was going to let you have some room to move, but if you're just going to try and get free, that won't work," he told her, letting one hand trail down her body to her waist, "this is going to be so fun," he added, "I've been planning this since you came back here," he explained.

"I knew it!" She thought, trying not to struggle too much, because she knew it'd piss him off even more.

"Now that you're all settled," he crawled up on top of her, staring down at her, "I'm going to go get dinner and let you nap. You're going to need your strength for what I've got planned," he said, pressing a kiss to her tape covered mouth, "be back later."

She turned her head away from him, until he crawled off the bed and then watched as he pulled the curtains together, "oh and if you get free; which I know you won't, but if you happen to... Don't bother trying to use the phone. I cut the cord," he explained as he grabbed his keys and unlocked the door, turned off the light and left the room, plunging it into darkness.

Though Rachel had calmed down some since she'd been in his car, once she was alone, her emotions surfaced again and her sobs returned, her whole body shaking as she cried. Her sobbing got worse when she didn't have any success getting her hands or mouth free and gave up, settling to just pray and hope someone would find her before he went through with his plan.

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David, a psychologist at one of Lima's psychology centers, was off earlier than normal; his last patient of the day had called to cancel, so he was able to go home early. Pulling into their driveway, he headed up to the house and noticed the front door was ajar, like someone had shut it, but it didn't latch, "that's odd," he thought, pushing the door open with his hand, "Rachel? Are you home, sweetheart?" He called out, glancing outside to see her rental car still in the spot it had been when he'd left that morning.

Hanging his keys on the hook by the door, he shut it and headed for the kitchen, freezing when he saw the broken glass all over the floor, "what in the world?" He gasped, carefully stepping over it and didn't see Rachel anywhere. Glancing into the dinning room, he saw the knocked over chairs, so he went around the other way and found one of their knives on the carpet, "Rachel!" He called out, rushing up to her room, "Rachel?" He looked around didn't see any sign that she was there. Her cell phone was sitting on the desk with her notes, her laptop was open, her bathroom was empty and a sick feeling hit him, "oh no!" He fumbled through his pockets and dug out his cell phone, dialing Alan first and when he answered he skipped the greetings and went with, "have you talked to Rachel today?"

"Not since I left this morning, why?" Alan asked.

David took a deep breath, explaining what he found when he got home and added, "I think Daniel came by and took her."

"Fuck," Alan hissed, jumping up, "I'm on my way home. Call Noah. Get the police involved," he said quickly. "Did you touch anything?"

"No I didn't; other than opening the door. I'll call Noah now. Hard telling how long she's been gone," David said.

"Alright, I'll be home in twenty minutes," Alan told him.

"Okay," David nodded and hung up with him. Though he didn't want to make that call, he pulled up Noah's number and dialed him. After a second ring, he answered, so he started with, "Noah, you're not driving are you?"

"No, Matt is, why?" Noah replied, "what's up?"

"I know I shouldn't be calling you officially, but you need to know and well, it's..." David closed his eyes, "I think Rachel's been abducted," he said softly.

Noah's mouth fell open in shock and he turned to Matt, "get to the Berry's now," he snapped.

Matt hesitated and when he saw the look in Noah's eyes, he flipped on the lights and sirens and drove as fast as he could to the house.

"Okay, tell me what's going on," Noah begged, trying to keep calm.

David told him the same thing he'd just told Alan and Noah promised they were on their way and when he hung up, he called their boss and gave them the address and told them what was going on. His boss, the leader of their SWAT team, agreed that the situation called for it to be reported and promised to do that and would meet them at the Berry's shortly.

Pulling up to the house, while Matt called in to report they had arrived, Noah rushed up to the house to find David standing on the front porch, "Noah, I think you should let Matt do this. You can't be impartial," he said softly.

"Yeah, well, I'm a cop. I know what I can and can't do. Besides, my prints are all over the house anyway," he added.

Matt joined them, "Lieutenant Cross is about ten minutes away. He wants to know how sure we are it's Daniel," Matt said.

Noah looked at him like he'd lost his mind, "who else would it be?" Noah turned to David, "is anything missing? Like stolen?"

"No," David shook his head, "everything is untouched except the knife, the dinning room chairs, and the glass, which is two of the four vases that Daniel sent Rachel flowers with," he added.

"I told him I was definitely sure it's Daniel. It's too coincidental that it isn't," Matt added, "David, why don't you walk us through what you did when you came home?"

David nodded and showed them how the door was ajar and then moved into the house, pointing out the glass, the chairs and where he found the knife and while Noah and Matt listened, Alan showed up, "guys!"

"Don't touch anything right now," Matt said softly.

Alan nodded and joined them in the living room, away from the knife's spot on the floor, "what happened?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out," Noah murmured, rubbing his hand over his face.

"Rachel hasn't had any issues with him since when?" Matt asked.

"Daniel sent her flowers Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. That's the last we know of her having any thing from him," David explained.

"Wednesday was it," Noah confirmed as he saw their boss' SUV pull up and he and his partner got out, so Noah moved towards the open door and greeted them, "thanks for coming guys."

"No, problem," his boss, Lieutenant Andy Cross said, "what's going on?"

"We're still trying to figure that out," Noah admitted, moving inside and introducing Alan and David to him, "these are Rachel's dads. David is the one who came home first and has confirmed that aside from the few things ajar, everything is normal," Noah told him.

Andy shook their hands, "I'm sorry we're not meeting on better terms. Let's see if we can figure out what happened and find out where she is."

"Please," Alan nodded.

Pointing out the few issues, the guys met back up in the living room, "I think he showed up during the day, knowing she would be the only one home and pushed his way inside. She slipped away, broke the glass, probably to try and stop him, then grabbed a knife for defense and took off to the dinning room, knocking over the chairs to give her a chance to get away."

"Then why is the knife on the floor in the living room?" Noah asked.

"He came back around and caught her, over powering her," Andy replied.

"Rachel could have taken him. I mean, I know she's small, but all those dance moves, she couldn't fight him?" Matt asked curiously.

"Do you think he had a gun?" Andy asked, looking at them, "did he have one when he showed up here before?"

"No, but he could have easily gotten one after that," Noah hand's balled into fists, "so help me if he touches her, I will... Ugh!" Noah snapped, huffing in frustration.

"Puckerman settle down. We'll find her. If you don't keep your cool I'll pull you off this investigation," Andy replied.

"Not a chance in hell I'm letting you guys do this without me," Noah told him.

"Then you gotta chill out and do this by the book. Step-by-step, okay?"

Noah glared at him, but nodded, "fine," he muttered, plopping down on one of the couches.

"Okay, you said that you guys kept the order receipt for some of the flowers he sent, and Rachel had said it was his address in New York?" Andy asked.

David nodded and Alan went to get them, along with the pictures of the flowers they'd taken, "here's the first receipt."

Andy looked at it and smiled, "he paid with a credit card," he smiled, "this guy is not very bright," he admitted, then stepped away, calling the information into the office, "I'm going to have them run a check on his credit cards and see if anything shows up. If he did this by credit card," he held up the receipt, "I bet he rented a car with one, too. If Betsy, at the station, finds anything she'll let us know," he promised.

"So we just sit and wait?" Noah asked.

"Unfortunately, yeah," Andy replied.

"This is my fiancée we're talking about! I can't just sit back and wait! He could be," Noah stopped, not wanting to think that way, "I need to find her!"

"Puckerman, if he's holding her hostage, I'll give you the first shot at talking him down from whatever idea he has, but we have to do this the right away. If we go doing stupid things, we could not only mess up finding her, she could get hurt because of it," Andy told him.

"I know," Noah replied, "I just feel so helpless."

David moved over to Noah and sat down next to him, "we all do," he replied, resting his hand on his shoulder.

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Waiting for answers seemed to take forever, but in reality it only took about fifteen minutes and Noah's boss' radio beeped, "Lieutenant Cross, I have some information," Betsy told him.

"Go ahead," Andy replied.

"I ran Daniel Simon's credit card and I found that he rented a car from the Columbus airport on Saturday. I got the name of the rental company and I checked their records. He's driving a black Honda Accord, Ohio license plate BKR267," she responded.

"Okay, I want you to put an APB (all point's bulletin) out on that car with his license photo and see if we can find it it."

"Already done, sir, but I also found something else out," she told him.

"What is it?"

"According to what I pulled up about this car company, it says that all cars are equipped with a GPS tracking system so they can monitor the usage of the car and the renters don't have to keep track of their mileage or anything like that. I contacted them and they were able to activate the GPS and gave me it's location. I pulled it up and it's currently parked at the 'Motel 6' right off the interstate here in Lima and he used this credit card to pay the deposit for the room."

Noah jumped up and headed for the door.

"Freeze Puckerman!" Andy called out, thanking Betsy for the work she'd done.

"Sir! I've gotta go!" Noah replied.

"You and Rutherford stay here until the crime scene investigator arrives to get pictures. When they arrive, you two can come meet us at the hotel."

"Sir, please, we'll go and check it out. We'll confirm that they're there and we'll wait for you guys to get there, please! I need to know she's okay!" Noah begged, not caring if he sounded like a ten year old.

"Let 'em go boss. They're good officers. They know the rules," Andy's partner commented.

Andy agreed with what his partner said, even if he was skeptical they could keep a level head, "alright, but I want to know what's going on. I know you two are good officers, so let's keep it that way," he warned.

Matt nodded and joined Noah by the door, "we'll do it by the book," Matt promised.

Noah turned to Alan and David, "I promised I wouldn't let anything happen to Rachel and though this happened, I'm not going to let him hurt her. I will bring her home."

"We know you will," Alan smiled at him.

"Just be careful so you guys don't get hurt," David added.

"We will be," Matt replied, patting Noah on the shoulder, "come on, man. Let's go."

~*~

Rachel continued to pull and tug at her bindings while Daniel was gone, but no matter what angle she tried, the ropes, tape and zip ties didn't budge; she even rolled to her side, but with the way her hands were bound above her head, she couldn't move them far, "it's useless!" She yelled in her mind, sobs hitting her body again when she realized just how far he was going to go, "he's going to rape me and there isn't going to be anything I can do to stop it," she thought, still trying to get the tape off of her mouth. "Please Noah, dad, daddy! Someone find me! Please realize I'm missing!" She sobbed, burying her head in the pillow.

She didn't know how long she cried, but when she heard the key in the door, she froze and then quickly rolled onto her back, afraid he'd get mad if he found she'd moved.

Daniel pushed the door open and stepped inside, flipping on the light and shutting the door quickly. Setting his items on the table, he secured the door locks and turned around, his eyes landing on Rachel, "hey, I'm back, Sarah, did you miss me?" He grinned and moved towards her, "yeah, that's right. I'm getting your name changed, too. Sarah Simon. It has such a better sound than Rachel Simon," he told her, taking a seat on the bed next to her and brushing a hand over her cheek, then leaned down and kissed it, "if I could trust you to keep quiet, I'd remove that, but I don't think we're there yet."

Rachel turned her head away from him and tried to keep calm, not wanting to let him see her break.

"Suit yourself," he shrugged and got up, moving towards the bag of things he'd just purchased. "I got us some dinner and an after-sex snack," he smirked, "well, actually," he moved back over to her, his hand resting on her shirt covered breast, "it's more like after-rape, since you really don't want to give it to me, do you?" He asked with a grin. She tried to shift her body away from him, but as soon as she attempted it, his hand pressed firmer on her chest to keep her still, "answer me! Do you want to have sex with me?"

She shook her head 'no' numerous times and choked back a sob, trying to wiggle free of his strength.

"I didn't think so," he smirked, moving away again, "oh well. It'll be more fun with you struggling anyway."

"No! This can't be happening!" Rachel sobbed, turning on her side again, so she didn't have to look at him, "please Noah, find me! I want you to be my first time."

Daniel moved around the room for a moment, putting his purchases away and sticking something into the microwave, before taking a seat next to Rachel on the bed and forcing her to turn over onto her back, "you know, it wouldn't have had to come to this if you hadn't been so full of yourself. You think your virginity is something special. It's not," he admitted. "I've got it all planned out. We'll leave in the morning and drive all day. I'm thinking we should head to Montana. No one will know us there and by the time we get there, everyone here will be thinking you're dead, so we'll have no problem changing your name," he grinned, his hands resting on her hips and then slowly moved them up to her breasts, "is it getting hot in here?" He asked casually, pulling out a knife from his pocket, "let's get this shirt off you and I can have a better view of my girlfriend," he commented, as if she wasn't even there.

"No! Don't! Please!" Rachel screamed as her eyes widened in shock, even though it sounded muffled while she tried to squirm away from him.

Ignoring her protests, Danial grabbed her shirt and opened the knife, running the metal through the fabric like butter and in just a few cuts her shirt and it's sleeves were cut away from her skin. Smiling, he reached for her bra and did the same thing, cutting the straps and the center of the bra, "almost done, Sarah," he told her, pulling the now ruined fabric out from under her and tossing what was left of her shirt and bra to the floor, leaving her entire upper body exposed to him.

She couldn't help the sobs that came, begging behind the tape for him to leave her alone and tried turning away from him, the only way she really had to protect herself, but it didn't last long; as soon as he put the knife away, he grabbed her by the hips and forced her onto her back, "don't move," he hissed, "I want to look at you."

Watching him walk back to the kitchen area, her sobs continued as she struggled to get free, but stayed on her back, so he could 'see' her. Part of her was glad that her mouth was taped shut, because she had a ton of things to scream and all of them would be cuss words or insults; something that would make her fiancé proud.

"You know, watching you struggle makes your breasts move; it's quite a turn on, Sarah," he commented as he took a seat at the table.

Hearing what he said, Rachel stopped, not wanting to give him any kind of show and closed her eyes, continuing to hope for help to arrive. A few moments passed and she was trying to calm down, when her thoughts were interrupted by a strong knocking on the door. Opening her eyes quickly, she stared at the door hopeful, "please be Noah!"

Daniel got up and moved towards her, "do not make a sound!" He hissed quietly at her as the knocking started again. Walking towards the door, he shot a cold glance at her and then unlocked it, pulling it open as far as the chain on it would allow. On the other side, he found an African American police officer, "can I help you, officer?"

"Sorry to bother you, sir, but I was wondering if you had happened to see a young woman, mid-twenties with brown hair around here?"

"Nah, I haven't seen anyone," he said to him casually, "I've been in here all day."

Rachel was briefly saddened when it wasn't her fiancé, but she still was happy, because she quickly recognized Matt's voice. Without hesitation, she began screaming through the tape, hoping he'd hear something from the muffled sounds.

"What's that?" Matt asked.

"Oh, sorry, watchin' TV," Daniel replied.

"Alright, well, if you see anything, please call '911'. Sorry to bother you," Matt said, stepping away from the door.

Daniel closed the door and locked the latches quickly, rushing over to Rachel and slapping her hard across the face, "what the fuck did I tell you about staying quiet? You fuckin' little bitch," he pulled the gun out from where he had it tucked in the back of his pants and pressed it to her temple, "one pull of the trigger and you're gone. Do you want that?"

Rachel gasped and shook her head 'no' several times as her fear grew and she tried to inch away from him, but he pulled her back to him, trailing the gun down to her chest and brushing it across her exposed skin, "maybe we should speed this up a bit before the cops come back," he added.

"No! Please!" She screamed, even though it didn't sound like what she wanted it to, settling to just keep shaking her head 'no' and trying to pull away from him.

"Shut up!" Daniel yelled loudly, his voice echoing through the room.

Startled by his voice, Rachel froze and looked at him, seeing he was beginning to get frustrated with her, so she tried to calm down, knowing if he got any more pissed, he may use the gun and she didn't want him to.
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Noah and Matt were just outside the room, down a few feet from the window, waiting for backup. Both of the officers knew it was Daniel by his picture and Noah confirmed it when he heard his voice, so they were waiting for their boss to show up and Noah was having a hard time being so close, yet unable to do anything, and when he heard Daniel yell 'shut up', his anger flared and he rushed to the door, pounding on it and trying to open it, but it was locked, "Daniel! Open this fuckin' door right now! I know you've got Rachel in there! I swear to God, you son of a bitch, if you hurt her, I'll make sure you rot in hell!" He exclaimed, "Rachel, I'm here, baby. I'm gonna get you out of this, I promise!"

Matt didn't expect Noah's words to work and just as he glanced at the window, he saw the barrel of a gun stick out, as if Daniel was using the gun to peek outside. Getting a sick feeling in his stomach, Matt lunged at his friend and partner, tackling him to the ground just as Daniel began shooting through the door, right where Noah had been standing.

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A/N7: Sorry for another cliffhanger. I didn't mean to leave you guys hanging this long. I really thought I'd be able to update sooner, but I have had some personal things going on that I've been dealing with, so it took longer to get things written and edited. Out of the Blue and Starlight will be a while for updates. I don't have anything written on them yet, but I hope too soon... I feel horrible, guys. I don't get a lot of reviews when I do update and sadly, I know I've lost readers. Please review if you can to let me know you still like the story. Those who do review, I appreciate it so much. Your reviews help me out a lot!

Myself, and my fics: 'Out of the Blue', 'Starlight', 'Leave Out All The Rest' and 'Fly Me To The Moon' have been nominated in the Puckleberry Awards on LJ and Tumblr. Thank you all so much! Love you all! When I know about voting, I'll let you know!

I'd like to share my crafts with my awesome readers. Is anyone interested in friendship bracelets? I will be setting up my Etsy shop here soon, but for now, I'm selling my crafts word of mouth and one of them is a wave bracelet like Mark Salling's. The bracelet I'm talking about is the black, red, yellow and green one he wears almost all the time. I figured out how to make it and I posted a picture of one in similar colors here. Yes, I know the meaning of his bracelet colors (I will let you know about them if you'd like one). I can make the bracelets in any color (3-5 colors/bracelet work the best). Here on my tumblr is another color version. When you buy a wave bracelet, you'll get a matching spiral or 'Chinese Staircase' bracelet in up to 4 colors. Don't feel obligated, just throwing this out there. Let me know if you're interested.