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The White House - Wednesday, 09:02
President Angle was livid. That would also be an understatement for the level of rage coursing through his body right now. After three days of supposed "hard work", the United States was not at all closer to finding the whereabouts of Alexa.
Kurt couldn't sleep. He felt too sick to eat. He was supposed to make an appearance at an elementary school in Akron the day before, but he no-showed without calling ahead of time to cancel. Kurt knew to make his daughter's kidnapping the nation's number one priority wasn't going to sit well with a lot of people - VP Jarrett made that very clear - but Kurt didn't care.
"When the hell was the last time they tried her cellphone?" Kurt demanded, not at all caring how loud his voice was.
Dana, Kurt's personal assistant, nodded her head slowly, nervously, as she looked over her notes again. "They wanted me to let you know that her phone was either destroyed or shut off shortly after she was... uh, taken, sir. The last signal they got from it was a little afternoon on Monday. A cellphone can't be tracked if it is shut off, sir."
Angle slapped his desk, making the young woman jump. "Son of a bitch..." he muttered under his breath. "What about the van? No one saw a van leave town when it happened?"
Dana scanned her notepad again. "The DMV has only three people listed for owning a windowless white van. All three men and all three live out of state, sir."
"So they either stole the van or they have it unregistered," Angle shook his head again, trying hard not to raise his voice at Dana again.
A knock came at the door. Agent Gallows led Sonya Deville into the room. The young woman approached Kurt's desk and offered a handshake.
"The public isn't happy with what you're doing," Deville explained. "The majority of voters with families have your side in this. However, single voters with no children, which takes up a slightly larger percentage, feel as though what you're doing is grossly inappropriate."
"Grossly inappropriate," Kurt echoed, clenching his jaw. "My daughter is kidnapped and it's grossly inappropriate that I want to get her back at all costs?"
"Sir, it's just that you have several meetings coming up later in the week," Dana pointed out. "You need to take your focus off this maybe for a little..." Her voice trailed off as both Deville and Angle shot her a dirty look. "...uh, sorry, sir."
Deville turned back to Angle. "You need to talk this out with the public. Assure them that your only priority isn't finding Alexa. It is, but make the masses a little less hostile if they think you're doing your job."
"You want me to lie?" Angle asked.
Deville nodded. "I want you to make up some bullshit so my Twitter feed stops reading 'hashtag impeach Angle'. The people are not happy."
"This freakin' country is going straight to hell," Angle shook his head. "Fine. Set up a press conference. Dana, push back my one o'clock meeting with the senator. I'll get going on a half-assed speech about how I'm not worried that my little girl is probably being tortured and violated right now."
A Cabin Somewhere Outside Washington D.C. - Wednesday, 09:24
"Stop! STOP! STOP IT!" Alexa cried, struggling to breathe in-between laughs.
Sasha, Seth, and Kevin left the cabin to finalize some things about the hand-off coming on later in the week. Dean snuck into Alexa's room while the young girl was still asleep and crawled into bed with her. Alexa's anxiety shot through the roof when she woke up in the same dirty cabin she was held captive in, but her nerves settled back a little bit when she realized the strong arms of her captor/online boyfriend were wrapped around her side and her hand was no longer secured to the bed.
Dean continued dragging his fingers down Alexa's side, making the tiny blonde cackle loudly and thrash around the bed. Ambrose finally ceased his actions. "Shhh, babe. You can't attract attention to us."
Alexa lightly swatted Dean on the chest. "Well, then maybe you should learn that 'stop' means fucking stop." She giggled, then pecked Dean softly on the lips.
"How'd you sleep?" Dean asked. "I mean, besides being strapped to a bed all night."
Alexa shrugged. "As well as you can probably guess. I wanna go home, Dean."
"You will. I already promised you," Dean assured. "As soon as I see a way out of this, where you get out safely and I don't get hunted down by multiple people, then I'll do it."
"You could just bum rush their car and kill them all," Alexa suggested.
"Right. Then I have that buyer guy and whoever else he's with looking for whoever fucked him." Dean said. "And God knows what they'll do to get what they want."
Alexa snuggled closer to the boy. Dean secured an arm around Alexa's shoulders before kissing her on the temple.
"I love you, Dean," Alexa cooed, pecking his cheek. "It's too bad we aren't at your place. Or maybe mine if my dad would let me bring you over. Actually, he'd probably have Secret Service watching us twenty-four/seven."
"Why is it too bad?" Dean questioned.
Alexa shrugged. "I don't know. It's stupid."
"What is? You can tell me, babe." Dean assured.
Alexa sat herself up. "Uh... Well, I obviously pictured this going very differently. Right now, if your asshole buddies weren't literally trying to sell me, I feel like I would be waking up in your apartment... After we spent the night together."
"Yeah?" Dean slid his fingers over Alexa's. "What were we doing the night before?"
Alexa dropped her head with a smile. "Making love. For hours. Holding each other... but then you kidnapped me."
Dean frowned. "How about you keep that thought until you're out of here? Then we can talk about it some more."
Alexa nodded. "I know you'll get me out of here. I'm a hundred percent certain that I'll be back home soon... I trust you, Dean. I'm just scared."
Dean pulled the tiny blonde back into his arms. He held her close to his chest and planted a soft kiss to the top of her head.
"I'll figure something out, Lex," Dean said.
"What is your plan right now?" Alexa asked, fiddling with the pull string on her sweatpants. "I mean, how much do you know about what the others want to do with me?"
Dean sighed. "Well, they have a buyer. Your dad has shot down any chance at a ransom with his speech the other day. So, Sasha, the blue-haired chick, went and made a few calls and found a guy that's willing to take you to Maine. Then you'll be put on a cargo boat and shipped to England. I don't know what happens when you get there. But you'll never leave D.C., ok?"
Alexa's eyes were already welling up. The fact that someone somewhere wanted to purchase and do God knows what with another human being made her sick, but the "buyer" wanting her specifically shook Alexa to her core.
"Am I gonna die?" Alexa whimpered.
Dean readjusted so he laid face to face with the young woman. "No. I promised you I'd get you out of here. I don't care if I have to burn down the state to make it happen. You will be home again. I swear."
Alexa's lip shook as a few tears fell from her eyes. "Are... are you gonna die?"
Ambrose hesitated. The thought had occurred to him that he may need to make the ultimate sacrifice to ensure Alexa was safe and sound again. He never doubted making that choice. If he had to offer his life to fate in exchange for Alexa's safety, then who was he to say no?
"Maybe," Dean figured. "If it means that you'll be ok again-"
"No!" Alexa snapped, her eyes bright red and her cheeks crimson and wet with tears. "No! Dean, goddammit, no! You are not allowed to die for me! Do you understand?! You are not going to die! You are not allowed to!"
Dean's eyes started to water. "Baby, if I have to-"
"NO!" Alexa pleaded, breaking into a sobbing mess.
Dean wrapped himself around Alexa as tightly as he could without hurting her. Alexa clung to Dean's shirt, afraid that if she let go that he would disappear and never be seen again. Going into this, Dean knew it was not going to end well for Alexa and it was best that he just remember she was a payday, nothing else. But Dean fell in too deep and realized that the president's daughter was what he wanted in life.
"No," Alexa whispered under her breath. "Please, Dean. I love you so much."
Dean shut his eyes to stop the tears from falling. "I love you too, baby doll."
The White House - Wednesday, 11:03
Nearing the middle of the day, The White House sent out a statement to news outlets that President Angle would be appearing on television later in the day to touch base on what he had said a few days prior. Angle thought it was unnecessary, as did Sonya Deville and practically everyone else that either worked for or with Angle, but the general public was not happy with Angle making Alexa's kidnapping his top priority.
Angle sat at his desk, finishing up the final touches with his speech with Miss Deville.
"I think this should get some weight off your back," Deville thought, reading back what Kurt had written. "I think restating that you are dealing with multiple issues at hand, on top of Alexa's situation, will get some of the public back on your side."
Angle shook his head. "I can't believe they're angry at me about this. What are people like these days?"
"Mostly stupid and selfish," Deville stated.
A sharp knock came at the door. "Come in," Angle called out.
Agent Gallows stepped into the room. "Sir, your son is here to see you."
Deville cocked an eyebrow. "You have a son?"
Angle dropped his head into his hands. "Oh no..."
"Kurt!" To Sonya's understandable surprise, a young African American man rushed into the office. "I came as soon as I heard about Alexa! What is going on?"
"Um, you're his son?" Deville asked.
The young man grinned. "Yes, ma'am. Jason Jordan. How are you and your fine self today?"
Deville glanced at Kurt, who was still face down in his own hands. "Uh, I'm fine, thank you." She told Kurt's "son."
"Kurt," Jason addressed his dad again. "Listen, I think I can help you find out what happened to Al-"
"No!" Kurt interjected. "No, Jason. We've been through this in the past. I cannot, nor will I if I had the choice, make you a part of the Secret Service just because I'm your father."
Jason frowned. "But this is about Alexa. She's my half-step-sister. I need to do what I can to help."
"Then join a search party," Kurt groaned.
"Kurt," Jason rounded the desk to stand beside his father. "Dad. I need to do this. I can help find her. But I need a little more power than a normal person on the street."
Kurt sighed. "Fine. You know what? Go ahead. Go with Agent Gallows and Agent Anderson. You don't get a gun. You get a flashlight and a radio. That's it."
Jason's face lit up. "Thanks so much, Kurt. You won't regret this!"
Jason hurried from the room. After the door shut to the Oval Office, Deville turned her confused attention back to the President.
"I had a girlfriend in college," Angle explained, digging Advil from his desk along with a bottle of water. "She was allergic to latex and swore she was on birth control."
Deville nodded her head slowly. "Ok... Uh... Anyway, your speech."
"Yes, the speech," Angle tapped his fingers on the notepad he'd been using. "Do you think it'll be good enough for the people to hear?"
Sonya shrugged. "It'll have to be, sir. There's not a lot we can say. Just that you aren't solely focused on one thing."
Angle nodded. "Great. Well, I'll call Dana and make sure the press room is ready for the announcement."
A Cabin Somewhere Outside Washington D.C. - Wednesday, 13:02
Dean and Alexa spent most of the morning making light conversation while laying in bed. Dean fixed Alexa some pancakes and orange juice, but she insisted they stayed in her assigned room just in case the others came back without warning Dean and caught them trying to act like this was a normal situation.
Dean held Alexa close on top of the comforter in the room Alexa was locked in during the day. Alexa almost felt completely at ease with Dean holding her. Then something outside would rustle against the cabin and Alexa thought she was about to be dead, but then the thought passed as Dean held her tighter and promised everything would be all right.
"Do you want to have kids one day?" Alexa asked, tracing her thumb over the scars on Dean's knuckles.
Dean snickered. "If they won't mind visiting me in prison, then sure."
Alexa rolled over to face Dean. "Seriously, though. If according to you, we do have a snowball's chance in Hell at getting out of here without either of us getting hurt, would you want to?"
"You want to have my kids?" Dean asked.
Alexa smiled lightly, a red hue tinting her cheeks. "Maybe. I've always wanted to be a mom. Live in a nice home with my dogs, babies, teacup pig, and my hubby all there to love me."
"Teacup pig?" Dean mused with a chuckle. "And you want all of that with me?" He asked in real-time. "How do you know you won't meet some really cool dude in college that is ten times cooler than I am?"
Alexa shrugged. "Because for the last few months, every time I try to think of my future, I always see you part of it somehow. My baby daddy, for one."
Dean caressed Alexa's cheek. "How about we take this shit one step at a time? We shouldn't be worrying about babies just yet, ok?"
Alexa smirked. "That isn't a no."
Dean chuckled. "I like how optimistic you are."
"You still aren't saying no," Alexa pointed out again with a giggle.
"That would require us having sex and I know you have no idea what that means," Dean chuckled.
Alexa fell silent. She dropped her head but kept Dean's hand in hers.
Dean furrowed his brow. "Babe," he spoke softly. "I was kidding. There's nothing wrong with being a virgin."
"I want to," Alexa said.
"Want to?" Dean repeated.
"Have sex," Alexa tugged at Dean's t-shirt. "With you."
Dean looked around the room. "Here?"
Alexa nodded. "If there's a chance that you die in a couple of days, I want something to keep with me to remember you. I want to know how you want to make me feel like you always used to say."
"Yeah, but baby that was supposed to be a while from now. In a safe place." Dean explained. "The chance of the others coming back or the FBI knocking down the door kinda takes away to mood to do any of that."
Alexa nuzzled her face into Dean's shoulder. "I know," she pecked the underside of his chin. "I'm just worried. So fucking worried."
"You'll get out of here safe," Dean stated. "I promise. No matter what, Alexa Bliss is going home."
Alexa laid back as Dean propped himself on his elbow. Alexa's worry melted away as Dean leaned over her and kissed her lips. Alexa's arms instinctively wrapped around the boy's neck and brought him closer. A shaky breath escaped her lips as Dean slid his tongue in her mouth and inched a hand into her sweatpants.
"Like that?" Dean whispered with a smirk.
Alexa, gasping again when Dean flexed his fingers, nodded her head slowly. "It feels so fucking good, baby."
A sudden banging on the front door brought an early end to Dean and Alexa's fun. Alexa quickly handcuffed herself back to the bed as Dean bolted from the room and locked the door behind himself. Dean was somewhat relieved when he peeked through the window and saw the rest of the kidnapping crew standing on the front porch and not a few dozen cops.
"Took you long enough," Sasha hissed, bumping passed Ambrose.
"I was in the bathroom," Dean lied, rolling his eyes to himself.
"Well, we got a pickup day officially," Sasha announced. "He wanted next week on Tuesday, but we got him to agree on Saturday."
Dean's brow lifted. "S-Saturday?"
Sasha grinned from ear to ear. "Yep. Saturday. The buyer is coming here to pick the little bitch up and take her off our hands. She won't be our problem and we'll all be very wealthy people."
Dean faked a smile. "Fuck yeah, Boss. It's about time we got this brat off our hands."
Of course, behind his faux glee, Dean was in full panic mode. Time was running out, and it was running out fast.