Kidnapped (2/3)
"What?" Lalo asked.
"You watch The Gilmore Girls?" Bug asked.
"Shut up!" The man said. "My grandma likes to watch it. Him." He waved at Jared. "The tall dude is Rory's ex-boyfriend from The Gilmore Girls."
"Man I told you they had money." Lalo shouted at Bug. "Who are you?" he asked Jensen.
"My name is Jensen Ackles." Jensen told him. "I've been on Days of Our lives and a couple other shows. We're both on a show called Supernatural now."
"Pendejo!" The heavy man yelled at Lalo. "How fucking stupid are you?"
"I didn't who they was!" Lalo defended himself. "Sides. That means they got some money, right? We can hit their ATM cards a couple times. Maybe the studio even pay some good money to get them back."
"You ain't never watched Law and Order?" The heavy man asked. "You go asking for ransom, the FBI gets involved, they tracing your phones and poppin' yo ass before you ever get a dime."
"Guys." Bug spoke and the other two looked at him like they had forgotten he was there. "Let's just take some money out of their bank and then put 'em out on a street corner somewhere. They were blindfolded coming in. They don't know where we are or who we are. Come on, Train. We don't need trouble like this."
"Put them in the basement while we figure out what to do." Train said.
He led them through the kitchen and opened a door. He reached inside to turn on a light, revealing stairs leading down.
"At least we're not going into the creepy basement in the dark." Jared whispered to Jensen.
Lalo pushed them toward the doorway.
"Lalo." Jensen said and then mentally kicked himself when the man startled. "The stairs are too narrow for us to go down side by side. You're going to have to untie our hands."
"Yeah, okay." Lalo agreed. "Bug, undo their hands."
Bug unbuckled the belt and slid it off their wrists.
Both Jared and Jensen flexed and rubbed their hands, trying to restore some circulation.
Lalo herded them down the stairs into what appeared to be a guest bedroom. He turned the light on and left, closing the door behind them. They heard him climb the steps, close the door at the top and then the snick of deadbolt sliding into place.
"You okay?" Jensen asked and then rolled his eyes as Jared gave him a perfect Sam Winchester bitch face. "Yeah, I know that's a stupid question but relatively speaking."
"I'm not hurt or anything like that." Jared said. "But yeah. This situation is not okay by any stretch of the imagination."
"So what would the Winchesters do?" Jensen shrugged, heading for one of two doors facing the one they had come in through.
Jared opened the other. One was a large, empty closet, and the other a bathroom. Neither of them had windows, of course, because of it being in a basement.
"Well, that was useless." Jared snorted.
Jensen looked in the cabinet under the sink. Jared checked dresser drawers and Jensen bent down to look under the bed.
"Well, unless we can manage to escape using a couple rolls of toilet paper, soap and shampoo ..." Jared shrugged.
"Weren't you supposed to be the next MacGyver?" Jensen joked.
"Yeah, that lasted a shorter time than your career as a horror movie hero." Jared sniped back.
Jensen looked up at the air conditioning vent in the ceiling. "I don't think there's a prayer of either one of us getting through that."
"Nah." Jared shook his head. "I don't think we could even shove Rich through there."
Jensen sat down on the end of the bed. "So now what?"
"What about the other door?" Jared asked. "Wasn't there another door on the other side of the stairs down here?"
Jensen tried the bedroom door and found it unlocked. The light had been turned off over the stairs and the door at the top was closed. There was another door similar to the bedroom door at the bottom of the stairs.
It was locked.
The two of them retreated back into the bedroom.
"Probably a storage room." Jensen suggested. "I mean, we're underground. There's probably no way out from that room either."
He sat back down on the bed.
"Yeah." Jared sat beside him. "There was an attached garage at ground level so there's probably not one under the house. You texted for help. You turned the GPS on. Hopefully they'll look at your bank account and see money taken out and the police will come looking for us. I don't think it's a good idea to try to go upstairs."
"No," Jensen agreed, shaking his head. "Even if we can open the deadbolt from this side, the door creaks and we don't want to startle people with guns."
"So we wait?" Jared asked.
"I don't think we have much choice." Jensen shrugged.
They sat in silence for a while before they heard the door open at the top of the stairs.
Lalo and Bug came in, Lalo holding a gun and Bug with a pen and paper in one hand and Jensen's wallet in the other.
"So you got another card in this wallet." Lalo said. "From West Coast Bank. What's the number for that one?"
"3178" Jensen told him. "What do you say that we give y'all like $10,000 and you just take it and drop us off somewhere?"
"You think we stupid?" Lalo asked. "You can't take ten grand out of an ATM over a weekend unless you in like, Vegas or something. And if we take you in the bank to get it Monday morning, you gonna tell the bank people to call the cops."
"We'll get out as much as we can." Jared offered. "I got a couple cards in my wallet. We'll max out everything we can take out of them."
"Yeah, or you can just give me your wallet and your card number and sit your ass down here." Lalo said, turning the gun to him. "I ain't taking you nowhere, Stretch."
Jared reluctantly handed over his wallet and told them his PIN numbers, which Bug wrote down.
He then handed Jared a blank sheet of paper and asked him to sign an autograph to Betty for Train's grandmother.
"Now, go get as much money as you can on each of them cards." Lalo told Bug.
"Why me?" Bug asked. "Why you not going?"
"Because I ain't the one making the bitch scream at the liquor store and got Batman and Robin here after us." Lalo told him.
They went out the door still bickering.
Jared watched them glumly.
"Dude, it's only money." Jensen said.
"Yeah but what if no one is looking for us?" Jared asked. "What if they realize that once they have our bank cards and PIN numbers, they really don't need us anymore?"
"We'll figure something out." Jensen told him. "We play the Winchesters. Surely a little badass has rubbed off."
Jared gave something between a snort and a laugh. "Yeah. I wish I had texted my mom and dad, though, you know, when we were in the SUV."
"Yeah, me too." Jensen admitted.
"Why did you have two phones?" Jared asked.
"One was Danni's. She put it down and walked off." Jensen told him. "I picked it up because I knew she wouldn't remember where she had left it."
"Yeah, good thing you did." Jared said as he stood and walked to the bathroom.
Had it been anyone but Jared, it probably would have been weird hearing him pee from the next room. But after three seasons working together on Supernatural, Jensen had seen his best friend in various states of undress. He could identify what Jared had for dinner the night before by the smell of his farts and probably knew more of his secrets than Sandy did.
He stretched out on the bed, not bothering to take his shoes off.
Jared came back and laid down beside him on the king size bed.
That was another thing they had shared during their time on the show - they had caught catnaps together in strange places between takes.
"We should rest." Jensen said. "Don't know what might happen in a few hours but we'll probably handle it better if we're rested."
"You think we should take shifts?" Jared asked.
"Nah." Jensen said. "I don't think they want to kill us but they don't know what to do right now. I think our best bet is to be as little trouble as possible."
Jensen woke later to the sound of Jared snoring. He had no idea how long they'd been asleep and with no watch or phone in a windowless room, it was impossible to guess what time it was.
He shifted slightly in the bed, trying to stretch out his leg and Jared jerked awake.
"Hey, it's just me." Jensen said. "It's okay."
"You have any idea what time it is?" Jared asked.
"No, I was just thinking the same thing." Jensen told him.
Jared's stomach rumbled.
"I'm gonna go knock on the door and see if they'll give us something to eat and drink." Jensen said.
"Do you think that's a good idea?" Jared asked.
"I don't know." Jensen shrugged, sitting up. "Maybe it will help them see us as human. Isn't that what they always say on the cop shows, to try to make the perp ... " he waved his hand.
"Empathize?" Jared suggested.
"I was going more for identify with the victim but that works." Jensen said, opening the bedroom door and heading up the stairs.
He didn't look back until he reached the top of the stairs but he knew Jared was standing in the bedroom door, watching.
Jensen knocked on the door, not even attempting to open it. He waited a couple minutes and was raising his hand to knock again when it was jerked open by Lalo, waving a gun.
"What?" Lalo asked.
"We're hungry." Jensen said. "Could we get something to eat and drink? I mean, you got my credit cards and ATM cards. Order some pizza on me."
"The fuck, man?" Lalo started but Train spoke from behind him.
"Dude, ain't gonna kill nobody to feed them."
"What we gonna feed them?" Lalo asked.
"We got pizza and wings in the kitchen. And there's Cokes and beer in the fridge." Train said.
"Beer's good" Jared called up the stairs, giving a ‘thumbs up’ sign.
"Whatever." Lalo pointed down the stairs with the gun. "Get yo crazy ass back down there and we'll see about something to eat."
Jensen went back downstairs, stood in the bedroom doorway and waited. Lalo waved at him to go into the room, so he did and closed the door. He heard Lalo close the door at the top of the stairs.
Ten minutes later, the door at the top of the stairs opened.
"Should we ... " Jared motioned at the door.
"Nah, they're liable to have guns." Jensen shook his head. "Don't need to get shot."
The bedroom door swung open and Train came in with a pizza box and two individual bottles of Coke.
"Thank you." Jensen said.
"Yeah, thanks. By the way, what time is it?" Jared asked.
"Like four in the morning." Train shrugged. "The food is from a couple hours ago but it's still good."
Jensen took the box and flipped it open to find half a pizza and about a dozen wings.
"Don't try no crazy shit." Train warned. "Lalo is crazy enough to shoot you. And don't fuck up my grandma's house or I'll shoot you."
He slowly backed out of the room, leaving the food and drinks.
Jared and Jensen ate quickly, as if someone was going to change their minds and take the food back.
Afterwards, it was quiet in the room. With nothing much to do, they laid down and tried to sleep.
Jensen managed to doze off and on but never fell asleep long enough or deep enough to be truly rested. Jared fared about the same.
When they finally gave up on trying to sleep any longer, Jensen took the empty Coke bottles into the bathroom, rinsed them out and filled them with water.
"Should we try to make a break for it?" Jared asked.
"We don't know if those guys are asleep or awake." Jensen shook his head.
"We don't know if there's anyone else in the house." Jared suggested. "There could be a dozen people up there now for all we know."
"Yeah." Jensen agreed.
They sat in silence for a long time.
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