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Post by Samira on Apr 20, 2012 23:24:03 GMT -5
The rough concrete scrapped against her slacks as Emily scooched across the floor toward Mick. These pants were gonna be trash. So much for new clothes.
"Here. I can't get anything useful done with this at the moment. See what you can do." Really, if the unsub - who they still hadn't identified, thanks to this unexpected and unwelcome visit - intended to keep captives captive, he shouldn't leave nails lying around on the floor. She managed to wedge herself up next to him without tipping over sideways - again - which was nice, considering how difficult sitting up was when your feet and hands were shackled.
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Post by Hornswaggler on Apr 20, 2012 23:43:35 GMT -5
(The shortness. It reminds me of when this would've been an AMAZING post. XD)
The room was fairly dark, which didn't help matters any. Emily was only a dim silhouette and it was near impossible to see what anyone was doing. He took his eyes off the door as the woman started moving back toward him.
"I can't get anything useful done with this at the moment. See what you can do." She maneuvered enough to put her hands next to his and Mick let out a quick breath, taking the offered nail. "Dunno if I can manage much better," he muttered. "I'm not really double-jointed, love."
Definitely not the best situation, that was for sure. He had been in a few worse, but always with someone like Cooper..."Don't suppose he dropped the key when he left, did he?"
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Post by Samira on Apr 20, 2012 23:50:44 GMT -5
<<Lawl right?! I remember those days. Like "OMYGOSH A HUNDRED WORDS LETS HAVE A FLIPPIN PARTY!" lol>>
Mick was watching the door like it might just open for them of its own volition, but he turned toward her and she felt his fingers fumble against hers as he took the nail.
"Dunno if I can manage much better. I'm not really double-jointed, love." That wasn't exactly the point. Mick was the one who actually had some idea of what he was doing with locks. She could barely pop her bathroom door with a hairpin when she accidentally locked herself out. Handcuffs? Out of the question. "Don't suppose he dropped the key when he left, did he?" She actually managed a soft chuckle.
"He's careful. Going by his profile he's probably swallowed the key already just to make extra sure we can't find it." She twisted sideways a little. "Here - if you can't reach the lock on yours try mine." Cause it would be so easy for her to get him out after that. She could see them now, trying to escape with Mick still in handcuffs because she couldn't pick the lock for him.
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Post by Hornswaggler on Apr 21, 2012 0:03:24 GMT -5
Emily chuckled quietly, which was impressive given the circumstances. He supposed it was a little absurd, really - getting held captive had definitely not been part of the plan.
"...he's probably swallowed the key already just to make extra sure we can't find it." That was a point and the sniper sighed with a shrug.
"Worth a shot. At least he left something."
She twisted enough to put her own handcuffs within reach and Mick craned his neck to peer at them and the nail he held. "They're an older model...he's probably had them for years. Unless there's some file in here to get the nail tip smaller, it isn't about to fit." He looked back up with a slight frown, trying to make out more than a dark shape in the dim light. "How's your head? That wasn't really the best greeting..."
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Post by Samira on Apr 21, 2012 0:27:54 GMT -5
Mick's usual attitude - the one that suggested the whole world was his joke at everyone else's expense - was missing, which made the situation seem a little worse than it would have been otherwise. In general she didn't mind him being serious, but it always caught her just a bit off-guard. He let out a sigh and shrugged in the dark.
"...at least he left something."
"I don't think he exactly left that," she muttered. Mick leaned over a little to get a look at her handcuffs. She wasn't sure how much he could see in the dim light, but apparently it was enough.
"...unless there's some file in here to get the nail tip smaller, it isn't about to fit." Okay, so she was fairly realistic. She knew it was never that easy. She knew it was unrealistic. Still, it had seemed like something to hope for at the time. The grim look on Mick's face as he looked back up at her was hardly encouraging.
"Dammit. No chance there's a set of picks lying around somewhere?" Sure. Cause they wanted to roll around the room until they found a set of lockpicks. Guess again, Em. She sighed herself, eyes closing and head rolling back before it dropped against Mick's shoulder.
"How's your head? That wasn't really the best greeting..." It was throbbing, sharply painful in one spot, and she could feel blood drying in her hair. She'd have a lump the size of his rifle there pretty soon, if she didn't already. She shrugged.
"Not bad. I've had worse greetings. At least it was the butt of the gun, not a bullet. You?" She wasn't a screamer, in general, but she couldn't deny she'd let out something along the lines of a horrified shriek when she'd seen Mick rocked backward with a bullet in his vest.
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Post by Hornswaggler on Apr 21, 2012 0:48:28 GMT -5
"No chance there's a set of picks lying around somewhere?" Mick managed a light scoff, automatically glancing around the room as if hopeful her saying that would make one appear. She sighed after that and he felt her lean on his shoulder. At his question she simply shrugged. "Not bad..." Which, of course, meant it hurt like hell. She'd never actually admit it - the woman was too stubborn for something like that. "You?" He glanced down at his chest briefly and then chuckled.
"Bruised, but I've had a hell of a lot worse. I never appreciate kevlar enough until it does something like this." That had not been a good surprise; knocked the wind clean out of him and hitting the concrete hadn't been comfortable. Still, it was better than having the bullet actually go anywhere. Mick let his head rest on Emily's and resumed watching the door. "And here I thought I had left these sorts of situations when I moved to the States..."
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Post by Samira on Apr 21, 2012 1:36:37 GMT -5
Of course there were no lockpicks, but Mick glanced around anyway. There were no lockpicks - there was nothing. Just a small room - some kind of basement, she guessed, though she hadn't exactly been conscious to find out when they'd been brought down here - with rough cement floors, dust hanging everywhere, and a few spiders that had crawled over her fingers before she'd been able to lever herself into a sitting position. And one disappointing nail. He glanced down at his front, and she couldn't help appreciating that he could still chuckle here, chained up heavens only knew where.
"...I never appreciate kevlar enough until it does something like this." Her own chuckle sounded a little desperate to her ears, but not bad.
"I'm fairly appreciative of it, too, at this point," she agreed. The only thing worse than seeing someone who mattered go down under a bullet was knowing they weren't getting back up again. His head dropped to rest against hers, the pressure strangely comforting despite the incessant pounding ache from that overstated greeting she'd gotten.
"And here I thought I had left these sorts of situations when I moved to the States..." Half a tired smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, but she couldn't persuade herself to go to the effort of actually smiling.
"With Sam Cooper? On a Red Cell team? In the FBI? What the hell kind of situation did you think you were getting into?" she asked dryly.
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Post by Hornswaggler on Apr 21, 2012 1:55:02 GMT -5
"I'm fairly appreciative of it, too, at this point," she commented, and the chuckle didn't seem as forced as it could have been. Mick figured this wasn't her first time being held in an less-than-ideal place. It was impressive that she was laughing at all, really.
"Told you it's hard to get rid of me," the man reminded her. "A bullet's not gonna manage it this time around." Next time around had a far better chance, as he no longer had his vest....but that wasn't worth bringing up. Right now he just had to concentrate on getting them out...
"...What the hell kind of situation did you think you were getting into?" Mick scoffed and shook his head a little with a slight smirk.
"Something better than what I had before," he said honestly. "I've gotten that much, at least. He just failed to mention the part where I get shot during a 'simple' recon assignment..."
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Post by Samira on Apr 21, 2012 2:10:45 GMT -5
"Told you it's hard to get rid of me. A bullet's not gonna manage it this time around." This time around. Which left the possibility of a next time around - and, with their job - hell, with their current situation - a next time around seemed uncomfortably likely. She felt herself tensing and consciously forced her muscles to relax. Giving herself muscle cramps wasn't going to fix anything in here.
"I gave up on getting rid of you," she agreed. "And now that I've gotten used to having you around, I'd be pissed if something like a bullet changed that." He shook his head a little at her and while she couldn't see his face in the dark she knew his voice well enough to guess that his typical half-cocky, half-skeptical expression was probably in place.
"...He just failed to mention the part where I get shot during a 'simple' recon assignment..." True. No matter what the FBI dished out, she knew enough of Mick's past to know it was better than some of the stuff he'd been through. She instinctively reached for him with one hand - a movement that was cut short almost instantly by the painful pressure of the handcuffs on her wrists. She grimaced.
"Simple. Sure. Which explains why we're ...wherever the hell we are... and still haven't got a clue who the unsub is. Remind me again what he said about this case? Something about taking the easy ones where we can get them?"
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Post by Hornswaggler on Apr 23, 2012 0:02:12 GMT -5
Damn handcuffs... Where did someone even get four pairs of handcuffs to carry around with them? He could feel Emily tensing slightly before she relaxed again - probably on sheer willpower. "I gave up on getting rid of you..." Granted, that had probably been a goal a while ago. He tended to forget about that.
"It's not about to," he murmured, pausing briefly at the sound of soft footsteps overhead. What the hell was he doing up there? "Still, I'd rather not challenge it." Mick glanced down at the slight jingle of the handcuff chain and sighed. "It'd be nice to get the hell out of these to start with."
"...Remind me again what he said about this case? Something about taking the easy ones where we can get them?" The sniper snorted, eyes rolling.
"Yeah, well, that shows how well Coop jinxes us. Bloody useful, wasn't it?"
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Post by Samira on Apr 23, 2012 0:47:11 GMT -5
Their situation wasn't exactly helpless - she preferred not to think about things as helpless. This was pretty close, though. They didn't know where they were or how to get out. Mick wasn't working like crazy to move them somewhere else, which meant he had no idea how to get them out. This is bad.
"I'm not about to. Still, I'd rather not challenge it." His voice was reassuring, but he seemed distracted by the sound of footsteps above them. Someone up there was pacing sporadically. The unsub? Mick sighed, glancing down at the chains. "It'd be nice to get the hell out of these to start with." "Nice" was putting it mildly. Handcuffs were not something Emily cared for if they weren't being latched onto the unsub.
"I agree with that one, but they seem fairly solid. Any ideas?" She hadn't. These things were designed to keep people locked up; they weren't really the kind of thing you could just slip out of. Not without breaking bones, which was an option, but only as a very last resort. She wasn't fond of the idea of her bones crunching to let the steel slide over her fingers. Mick scoffed beside her.
"...shows how well Coop jinxes us. Bloody useful, wasn't it?" Emily couldn't help laughing at his tone despite the darkness around them, the apparently unmovable manacles, and the hard ground. Even in here, he could still joke. Hell, if she had to be helplessly chained up in the unsub's basement with someone, at least it was Mick.
"Nice of him. Next time he can do the "simple recon" himself. Hell, he'd better find us in a hurry if he wants there to be a next time." Alright so not exactly the most encouraging comment, but it was true. They needed out and they needed out soon. Waiting around for a rescue wasn't really something Emily enjoyed. This case really sucks. A lot.
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