taking the bait (Cyn!!!!)

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Two-thirty came around, and the bell rang to go home. Cheerfully, Natasha left the school and headed for her car. Hearing a scream, Natasha jumped and looked up. A woman had run over, looking really scared. "Are you okay?" Natasha asked, even though she didn't know the person.

"My baby! He's not breathing! Please, help me!"

Natasha's eyes widened and she forgot all about going to the hotel. "Where is he?" the teenager didn't actually know how to do CPR on a baby, but she would try to help!

"This way!" she exclaimed and led her six blocks, into the park. She went deep into the park. When she finally stopped, Natasha looked around anxiously.

"Where is he?" she asked, when suddenly she had a hand on her mouth. The blonde screamed and a gun was placed against her head.

"Hello, Natasha," Carlos said with a smirk. Let's go for a walk.

Natasha shook her head and when he took his hand off her mouth to tie her up, she exclaimed. "My daddy won't like this! I'm supposed to go straight home!"

Carlos chuckled. He didn't really care what Andre wanted. He had done the kidnapping thing once before, but it didn't go over well. He decided that if you wanted something done, you had to do it yourself. Taking the seventeen year old dumb blond was the best way to get Andre's attention, and Rosa's. After all, he would do anything to get his kids back. "Then why didn't you?"

He didn't wait for an answer. Natasha was tied and duct tape was put on her mouth and she was forced into a car, which took her downtown to a rundown motel. He waited late enough to know for sure that Andre would know that his daughter was missing. Finally, at 7:30, he grabbed Natasha's arm and forced her to go outside, where there was a pay phone. He untied her hands but put a gun to her back so she wouldn't run. "Call your dad"

He didn't have to tell her twice! Quickly. Natasha dialed Andre's cell phone and put the phone to her ear. Her heart was pounding; she had been forced to disobey him. She had never disobeyed him deliberately like this before. She expected her dad to be pretty angry when he heard her voice.

[Andre Simpson]

It was 7 o'clock by the time that Andre got home. It actually felt early for once, given that there were nights where he didn't get in until people were getting ready for bed or were already there. He tried to get home as early as possible, and so far he hadn't had any extreme late nights in Toronto. It was only a matter of time before he started working later though. His hours were rarely set except for when he wasn't woken up early by his phone. Even though he couldn't actively keep watch on Natasha being grounded, he had people that did it for him. There was security that relayed exactly when she got home to him. He wasn't going to slack on the discipline, even if he was working late. When he got home, however, he was informed that she hadn't made it there. Frowning, he went up to the room. He already knew that Andrew and Ashleigh had left, but he hadn't mentioned anything about Natasha and the guard said she hadn't gone in in the first place. "Natasha?" He called out, checking through the rooms. Where the hell was she? By 7:30, he was ready to call everyone that could possibly know Natasha until he tracked her down and then she was going to be grounded for at least fifty years. No, fifty was being generous! When his cell phone rang with the default tone that told him it wasn't a person in his contacts, he frowned. It wasn't unusual, of course, given that his number was given to plenty of people, but when he looked at the number he still couldn't recognize it.

He wasn't going to leave it unanswered, of course. In fact, he picked it up right away and answered. "Hello?" He asked into the phone. He was trying to conjure up a list of people that it could be. His tone, however, came off as a little bit rushed, irritated even. His mind was still preoccupied with Natasha. It was 7:30 and she should've been home hours ago. Sure, he hadn't been home for hours himself, but he knew she hadn't been there once. And right then Andre didn't know if he was more worried or angry at her. He honestly thought that she probably got sidetracked and forgot she was grounded and wound up with friends or at the mall, or somewhere that wasn't home.

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Hearing Andre's voice with that tone scared Natasha. She looked up at Carlos, her eyes pleading with him. "Please, just take me home!" she begged him, but he shook his head. He put her hand over hers, forcing the phone against her ear. Natasha swallowed. "D-d-daddy?" her voice was trembling. She was scared. Even a girl who had limited understanding of danger knew that she was in some.

Carlos rolled his eyes and took the phone from her. "Hi, Andre. How are you?" he asked with a chuckle. "I need you to call Rosa for me." That was all that Carlos cared about. He wasn't going to hurt the girl. He just wanted his son. The man he hired, though, had different ideas.

As Carlos took the phone, Warren grabbed Natasha's arm and a handful of hair. Doing so brought a blood-curdling scream from the teenager. "Shut up!" he said, putting his hand over her mouth. "He's on the phone. You're being rude"

[Andre Simpson]

Immediately, all of the anger he felt towards Natasha for not being home faded. Hearing her tell someone to take her home and then hearing the fear in her voice made his heart sink. The tension that swept over him was automatic. He was ready to shoot someone, and it would most likely be the person that was holding his daughter. This wasn't going to happen. No one messed with his kids, plain and simple. When he heard the male voice on the phone, he recognized it instantly. He wasn't the type to forget voices, especially those of family. "Carlos? What the fuck do you think you're doing with my daughter? You want Rosa? Call her yourself." Frankly, Andre didn't know what he needed him for. Oh, he could make a few guesses, but he wasn't going to play that game. "And if you so much as lay a hand on her..." He never got to finish. There was another voice in the background and a scream that sent chills through him. But, it couldn't be... He knew very well that it could, but he didn't want to think about it.

"Who's there? Who's there with you?" He demanded of his cousin's husband. He didn't know whether or not Carlos would really hurt his daughter, but he wouldn't put it past him. In his opinion, emotional abuse wasn't a long shot away from physical abuse. Actually, in some cases he thought it was even worse than physical. Mental wounds were harder to heal. But, the last thing he wanted was for any of his kids to be in danger. He did everything he could to keep them safe, and it was hard to accept that he couldn't keep them away from everything.

[warren]

Carlos folded his arms. "Now, now. You're going to call her. And you are going to tell her that I want a trade. Your daughter for my son." Hearing him demand to know who it was that was with him, he shrugged. "I am going to go to the airport. I expect Nicholas to join me. I wouldn't hurt her. We're family. The guy who is holding her for me--he might not be so nice."

After explaining, he passed the phone to Warren, who smiled. "Detective Simpson. You hid from me for two weeks. That wasn't nice. But I have to give my condolences. I would be on edge too if my daughter took off for a week. That's not right. Don't worry; she'll learn a lesson"

Carlos grabbed her arm again. "Let's go." he said, but Natasha screamed again,

"No! Daddy!" she pushed on Carlos, trying to get back to the pay phone.

[Andre Simpson]

If Carlos was so adept at kidnapping, why the hell didn't he kidnap his own son? It wasn't that he condoned it, but he didn't like this idea of trading one kid for another. First of all, he couldn't do that. Even though he would do anything to get his daughter back, he would much rather use a weapon to force her back into his arms than to give up someone else's child to serve his purpose. He wasn't going to rip Rosa's boy away. Nothing gave him the right to do that. He never got a chance to tell him that though, before he even started to rant, someone else had the phone. And when he heard the voice speak into the speaker, and the way he addressed him, he paled in fear. No. No, no no. Carlos was out of his mind! It wasn't his cousin's husband that he was the most afraid of the actions of. It was the person he hired. It was Warren.

"You son of a bitch!" He growled, not holding back, although he was sure that this needed to be dealt with calmly if he actually wanted his daughter to be safe. Andre knew better, but emotions were in the way. He couldn't look at this objectively. It was moments like this where he really felt for the family's of victims that he forced to stand back and demanded calm down when his reactions would be the same. You needed someone objective, but Andre was the only one there and the one that had to deal with it. He wouldn't put it in anyone else's hands anyway. "Don't you dare, you leave her alone, you understand? She doesn't need to learn any lesson you have to teach." Hearing Natasha's scream made him want to rush to her aid. "Where are you?!" He demanded; he had to get to her, had to save her.

[warren]

Warren smiled. "Oh, I'm not so sure about that. You see, your daughter isn't an angel. You'll see for yourself; I bought you a gift, Detective. I found a certain girls gone wild video starring Natasha. It's being sent to the hotel." he leaned against the pay phone. When asked where they were, he shrugged. "Over on Lincoln Avenue, at a motel. We're not staying, though. We just needed to use the phone. Carlos is leaving me in charge. Your daughter has been very naughty."

Warren chuckled a little bit and then added, "you can guess where we're going. Use those skills I find so attractive. Speaking of attractive, Rhean is absolutely beautiful." Of course, he wasn't merely complimenting Andre's partner; he was gay and didn't like women. He was letting him know who his next victim would be,

[Andre Simpson]

Andre would much rather be left out of his gift giving. He felt sick to his stomach, as if his entire world was going to collapse right there. He needed to move, needed to save her. It wasn't short of the truth to say that the detective had a bit of a hero complex. He liked to save people, and wanted to be the one to put the bad guys away. And when it was his family, he would literally kill for them. Carlos was a bastard. And despite the danger Natasha was in, he wasn't about to drag Rosa or her son into it. He heard what he said, but didn't want to believe it either. Even if he knew he wouldn't lie if it was being sent. Natasha? Girls Gone Wild? There was no way she would do something like that. And yeah, Andre had seen Girls Gone Wild before, and wasn't exactly impressed. Drunk college girls... Not his thing. Purposely, he ignored what he said, only acknowledging it in his thoughts. "You hurt her, you die. Leave her alone." He warned him.

"Come on, Warren, play fair. Give me a clue," It was said with a tinge of bitterness. Oh, he didn't miss what he said about Rhean either. He knew full well that he wouldn't be really complimenting her. Now, he had to watch out for his new partner. He never thought he'd go after her. After all, Andre had had two partners over the last several years. One that had lasted him most of his detective career. And none of them, to his knowledge were targeted.

[warren]

"Oh, no, Andre. You wouldn't want to do that. 1645 Rosaline Drive. You already put in for the new mailing address, didn't you? You see, I'm not alone. You kill me, and you won't have a family to go home to." Warren had been dodging Andre's handcuffs for four years now. They had a bond, he felt. He never once lied to Andre. Everything he told him would happen always came out.

His eyes narrowed. "My name...is Zeus! Do not forget that!" he yelled into the phone. "You want a clue? χειμώνα χιόνι στον περιόδου της θερινής ώρας" His words were pressed; he was angry. After four years, Andre should know his name. "You want a fair game, you gotta play by the rules. Why don't you say goodbye to your daughter? We both know you're not giving the boy up, and in ten hours, I get to have fun with her brain"

With that, he set the phone down and went and grabbed Natasha. He dragged her back to the phone. "Your dad wants to talk to you. You're in trouble." he said, handing her the phone. He folded his eyes and grinned, watching the terrified girl's eyes widen.

Natasha put the phone to her ear and started crying. "Daddy, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to disobey you! The lady said her baby couldn't breathe! I'm so sorry! I wanna go home! Please, I-I'll never go anywhere again, just please come get me and take me home! Please, daddy?" her hand pressed against the base of the phone as she leaned against it, sobbing. She wanted her daddy!