( Of course I want you to find her LOL!)
Grayson grinned wickedly. " That," He said, kissing her nose. " Is completely my fault."
Blair let out a breath of relief as the man left to go answer the phone. Her ringtone for Nick blared, and her breath caught in her throat.
((XD Duh, I didn't word that right - I meant Nick or the police.. LOL))
"Yes, yes it is." Miranda laughed, poking him in the side.
Nick waited impatiently for someone to answer the phone. "Pick up, pick up.." He muttered.
(( Nick :P ))
He grabbed her hand. " No poke." He warned.
" Hello?" The guy said, sounding annoyed.
"Why not?" She said with a bit of a pout, pulling her hand away.
That was all he needed. Not bothering to reply to the man, Nick fiddled with his phone until he got what he wanted. "Perfect.." He mumbled.
" Because.." He said. Then he began tickling her.
Not getting an answer, the guy hung up. He returned to the struggling Blair, who was still pulling on the ropes binding her to the bed. She whimpered as she saw him.
Miranda laughed and batted his hands away. "Stop, stop!" She protested.
Nick set off quickly, heading towards the location of Blair's phone and, hopefully, Blair.
" Never!" He cooed, continuing to tickle her.
Blair let out a cry of pain as he ran the knife he had along her stomach, cutting into the light brown skin. He looked like he was having fun when he was hurting her.
Miranda giggled and ducked away from him. "Fine then." She said and poked him in the arm.
Nick finally reached the building - it looked like an old possibly abandoned apartment. He tried the front door, hoping it wasn't locked.
He caught her hand and kissed it gently. " My lady, I give up." He said with a chuckle.
A scream of terror sounded.( Poor Blair:( ) The door was unlocked.
Miranda laughed. "Okay, truce." She said with a smile.
Nick banged open the door and ran towards the sound.
He smiled and kissed her gently.
The guy hear the bang and jerked away from Blair, who was sobbing in fear and pain. He crept to the door of the room, peeking out.
Miranda kissed him back lightly on the cheek.
Being sneaky didn't really occur to Nick. His only thought was to get to Blair as quickly as possible. He hurried towards one of the rooms, the one Blair was in.
The guy saw Nick and came out, pointing the knife at him in a threatening manner. He had dark brown hair, with green eyes- and he was very muscular. " Come to save the girlie?" He said, grinning wickedly.
A waiter cleared his throat, ready to take them to their table. He eyed Miranda thoughtfully. Grayson felt a flare of defensiveness and stood protectively next to Miranda. No way would he let a lousy waiter steal his girl from him.
Nick, wishing he had his gun, nodded ever so slightly in reply. The police were on their way but wouldn't get here soon enough. Nick glanced over at the knife. "You better not have hurt her..." He growled.
Miranda, oblivious to the little exchange, smiled at the waiter. "Lead the way." Miranda said, moving fowards to follow him.
He laughed. " And what happens if I have?" He asks, raising a brow. Blair, hearing Nick's voice, started to try an get out again. The guy had put a a gag on her so now she couldn't scream.
The waiter smiled at her, leading her to a table. He didn't notice Grayson shooting daggers at him. The waiter pulled the chair out for Miranda, and then set the menus out on the table.
"You'll regret it." Nick said dryly, making a move to go around the guy and into the room where he assumed Blair was.
When they got to their table, Miranda murmured a thanks to the waiter as she sat down. She looked up at Grayson and saw him glaring at the waiter. Frowning slightly, she glanced down at the menu.
The guy frowned, spinnig as he passed, throwing in knife at him. Blair, not noticing this, was still pulling on the ropes holding her down.
Grayson sat, looking at the menu. It was obvious he was annoyed.
Nick gave a sort of strangled cry as the knife dug into his arm. But he still made it into the room. Wincing as he yanked the knife out of his arm, he quickly headed towards Blair, planning to cut the ropes.
Miranda looked up at him questioningly. "Something wrong?" She asked softly, reaching out to squeeze his hand.
The guy cursed, coming to try and tackle Nick. Blair saw this and let out a cry of protest. Her clothes were torn and tattered, her showing skin bloodied and bruised.
" I don't like the waiter." He grumbled, flipping through the menu angrily.
Nick felt a surge of anger when he saw what the man had done to Blair. When the guy tackled him, Nick tried to twist around and stab at him with the knife.
"You don't like the....?" Miranda nearly laughed at this, then saw that he was serious. "Why not? He seemed nice enough to me." She said thoughtfully, bitting her lip.