Impact

[Derek Jackson]

Jackson abruptly was brought back into consciousness. He felt disoriented as he blinked rapidly, slowly attempting to groew aware of his surroundings. He was in an unfamiliar place. One that was dark, with a single light above him that made him squint his eyes from having been consumed with darkness after... well, he didn't know how long. He tried to think of the last thing he remembered. Being at home. Getting ready for a date with Julianna. Yeah. That was what he had been doing. He was just getting ready to leave and... that was when the rest was hazy. He couldn't recall anything from that point to now. Where he was. How he got here. He tried to move his arms but his wrists were cuffed to the chair, and this time... it wasn't in a fun and playful kind of way. He could make that immediate differentation.

A figure came into his view. A dark shadow, one that Jackson slightly titled his head up to see. His vision was still blurry, so he couldn't make out the face very well. "What the hell is this?" He demanded angrily, refusing to show any fear. Hell, he wasn't scared. He was pissed. He once again struggled to free himself of the metal that constrained him, and while he may not yet be able to see the man's face... he could feel the sinister smile from it. Which only made Jackson angrier. He saw the figure begin to to Jackson's side as he demanded once again to know what he was doing here, and what the hell this guy wanted. He then felt a poke in his arm. A syringe of, soething. Whatever it was, was seeping into his veins, though Jackson felt no affect from it. Not until he could feel the man's hands starting to strike him, and the pain unimaginable; far more extensive than any beating Jackson had gotten in the past, as he couldn't help but yell out from the excrutating pain.

Tag: Julianna

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He was late. More then late! Either Jackson had stood her up, or something had happened. It was in this mindset--and the fact that he didn't answer his phone--that Julianna left Gabby with the sitter, and went looking for her date. Taking a cab to his place, she went up to his floor, and paused when she saw the door opened, and the wood around it looking broken in places. Jackson?!

She eased toward it, and glanced inside, hearing nothing she advanced further inside to see if he was hurt and left on the floor. As foolish as it was to go in his place without a gun, she still had gone. When she found some blood on the floor, and his cell not far from it, Julianna called it into the station.

Someone had taken him! It didn't take long for them to start going door to door, while she worked building a profile. Prints were taken. Every man came out looking for him. Jackson might have been an ass, but he was one of their own and the local boys took care of their own.

She thought she narrowed down where he might be, based on the profile of the man they had been hunting that day. However it was out of their jurisdiction, and they would have to go through the chain of command before being allowed to go in. She didn't have that limit. Julianna told them she would go and look around the outside, and call them if it panned out, before moving in. This way no one wasted time on a false lead. In his closet, Julianna took out his spare gun, and tucked it under her jacket. Just in case.

Once she got there, she called to check in, and was on the phone with them the whole time she walked around the outside. Until she heard it. Confirming she found something, Julianna pulled his gun and began to walk in.

[Derek Jackson]

Jackson spit out a mouthfull of blood as he went back to glaring at the man. At least he finally knew who he was, which meant that either way, whether he talked or not, the guy wasn't planning on letting Jackson out of here alive. It was one of the criminals that Julianna had been hunting down. He wanted to know how much they knew about it, and Jackson's reply often consisted of 'go to hell' or pointing out how stupid he was for kidnapping a police officer because it meant the whole department would be on his ass. Each time Jackson made a comment, the guy would hit harder. It was strange though. Each punch felt like he was getting hit with something far worse, because the pain was immense; far more than a simple punch should have.

Which meant . . . something had to have been in that syringe that he kept injecting him with. What other explanation was there? That was as far as Jackson got though, because his mind was slowly losing consciousness, and then when he would return, it would be the same thing over again. But he was not going to beg for his life. Or ask the guy to stop. He wasn't going to give him that power. He had just injected him with the fluid in another needle when suddenly, foot steps could be heard just outside. The man froze, and with what sight Jackson had, he looked to the door. He knew Julianna and the others would find him. They were the best at their jobs, especially her, so he was just going to assume it was them outside that door.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

There was a door before her, and she could hear the sounds of someone being hurt, and the worse part was she knew the voice. She knew it because it was the same voice that whispered deeply in her ear as he ordered her to do things. The same voice that could turn from sexy to angry in a second--and did often. The one that only rarely did she hear a smile in, and when she did they were the moments she cherished the most. "Jackson," She whispered so softly, while lifting the gun, and using her other hand to push open the door.

Taking in the slight of him, and the man, Justin Kerwin, that they had been hunting. Apparently they'd let their guard down enough to let him find them. She felt so much in that moment--fear was first and foremost. Jackson. This was the man she'd come to love. The one who made her come out of her shell. Jackson who made her feel like she had a family--a whole family--for the first time since she was eight.

But there was something darker there too. A protective anger that made her want to end this. That lifted the gun to take aim, and caused her voice to hand more strength then she felt in this moment. A primal anger that she had never experienced, even while she had often spoke of how anger and passion could drive people to do things they would not normally do. For the first time she understood. "FBI, Drop the weapon and step away from him." She had never fired a weapon at someone before. Her work was in the office mostly, and the times she went into the field was after the crime. She hunted men by learning them, and sending others to catch them. She never had become qualified for a gun, or learn to handcuff and fight someone.