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'''A/N: Alright kiddos. I was gonna do a content warning for this thread, but here's the general gist of it. This thread stars a prostitute, four drug dealers, cops, and a kidnapping victim (or two). If you think you can't deal with the sort of wacky hijinks that will ensue, maybe don't read ahead. If this has already got you intrigued then maybe read. There's no sex scenes or swearing if that makes you feel any better. '''

P.S. Blub helped.

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Sunday Morning

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Detective Rivera looks up sympathetically at bruised kids in front of her. She can see Marcus trying his best to fight back tears as his girlfriend holds him, though she’s not looking much better either. Next to them is Damian, who, other than a few old bruises is mostly fine. Then there’s Kennedy. She’s shaking in her seat and won’t make eye contact with anyone but the ground. Shandee, the one who called the cops in the first place, disappeared shortly after the scene dispersed. Even though Shay knew she’d have to dig into their fresh wounds, part of her wished she could just comfort them.

She notices her partner standing on the other side of the glass door, as he gestures to the woman standing behind him. Shay nods and he opens the door, letting her in. There was another girl with her too, Dia’s cousin, Lola. They both ran to her and hugged her, with Carla looking away from her niece for a moment to check that Marcus and the others were also okay. Before Carla could even finish her greeting hugs, another woman came rushing in, directing all of her attention to Damian as she hugged him and made sure he was okay. Kennedy continued to look at the ground, clearly uncomfortable.

Even with everyone there, the room still lacked a presence. Shay tried her best to comfort them all, and let them know that they were going to serve justice, but then again, she didn’t know what would comfort them. She’d never had to witness someone she knew being murdered. She’d seen enough murders in her lifetime, but those were all strangers to her. She reassured that she was there to help as best as she could. That poor girl at the end still wouldn’t listen to a word she said, and instead just sat there shaking her head. She didn’t think anyone had really processed what just happened to them.

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Saturday Morning

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It was barely even five when Kennedy knocked on Damian’s door that morning. It wasn’t that it really mattered though, because he’d had trouble sleeping that night. Kennedy had just got off work and he didn’t think she’d even been home yet. She also had a big handbag with her, which seemed odd to Damian. He checked out through the viewer in the door before opening it for her. She was quick to push herself into his apartment and throw her bag down on his bed.

“I got something,” she told him. “It’s gonna help get Dia back.”

Damian didn’t really know what she meant until she started tipping out the contents of her bag onto his bed. It was full of cash tied in rubber bands and bags of pills, mostly. There were a few other bags of things, but they weren’t the main focus of his attention. He asked her where she got everything, and she just giggled a little, holding up a finger to her lips. It was a secret, she said. She made him promise not to tell anyone and he just scoffed as if he had anyone to tell.

“It was one of Rita’s guys,” she began to explain. “He picked me up and he showed me all this stuff he had, so I took it. I took his car too.”

Damian shook his head, trying to comprehend it. “You just took it all?”

Kennedy nodded. “I mean, I gave him some stuff and I handcuffed him to his bed, but I took the rest.” She says as she holds up the key to his BMW and twirls it around her finger. She throws it over to Damian to catch. “There’s gotta be lots here.”

Damian nods as he looks over at some of the stacks of cash. “Maybe like a hundred grand. Plus there’s a car.” Damian laughs at the thought of Kennedy completely duping this guy. “I didn’t even know you could drive.”

Kennedy shrugs. “So do you think we can do something with it? Like maybe trade it for Dia.”

Damian doesn’t know what to say to Kennedy, and part of him is still in disbelief that Kennedy managed to pull of something like this so easily. They both agree that they should get rid of the car, but they come to a standstill when it comes to asking Marcus for his opinion on what to do. Around eight in the morning, they finally decide to call Marcus and tell him about their plan.

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Saturday Afternoon

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Around two, everyone had been somewhat filled in on Kennedy and Damian’s plan. They were almost certain that someone would have found out about the missing money and drugs by now, but Nick insisted that Rita hadn’t contacted him. Even though he hadn’t been the most honest person about his dealings with Rita, no one really probed him further than that. Even if they had, it was very likely that he wouldn’t have said anything else. He maintained that he didn’t like the idea, but he wasn’t one to argue with leverage.

Shandee, who had remained fairly quiet the whole time, simply added that she had a bad feeling about this lady. She brought up the fact that Rita might just hurt Dia more if they aggravated her. Then again, no one really knew if Dia was even alive, so Marcus, Damian and Kennedy all insisted that it was better than doing nothing. Still, Nick had insisted that they had to wait for Rita to contact them, so at least that way they would know that she wanted to reason with them.

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Saturday Evening

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The five of them stayed indoors for the majority of the day. Around five, Kennedy had finally grown tired and fell asleep in Marcus’ bed, and Damian soon followed. Things were pretty quiet for everyone else, but eventually Marcus realised that he’d forgotten to pick up dog food for Bandit. Plus, Bandit wasn’t doing too well with all the people crowded into the tiny apartment. He started walking to the end of the road, and had barely reached the corner when he felt someone’s presence behind him. He looked over at the corner where the detectives usually parked, but it was empty. He tried to shrug it off, but eventually he could sense the tension in his dog as well, as her tail dropped between her legs.

Sure enough, Marcus’ hunch proved him right. He glanced back over his shoulder again after a few more minutes and noticed the same van creeping up behind him. Before he could even think too much, he leant down and unclipped Bandit’s leash, smiling as he encouraged her to run home, hoping that she might not pick up on his sudden sense of panic. She cocked her head to one side, not really understanding why she was off her leash, and then Marcus stood up, telling her that they were going to race home. They’d done this plenty of times, with Bandit always winning, and then proudly sitting at the doorstep, tail wagging high as she waited for her slow human to return. All Marcus could think this time was that he didn’t want Bandit to get hurt if he was going to get hurt too.

Marcus tried his best to remain calm as the people got out of the van and followed him while he hurried back to his house. Finally, he heard a sound which he’d only head a few times in his life. Someone had cocked a gun, and he had no doubts that it was pointed at him as he turned around to face it. Before he could even make out anyone’s face, he found his vision obscured as they pulled a black bag over his head. After that, Marcus didn’t see anything until he was thrown into a cold, tiled room with really bright fluorescent lighting. It just looked like a bathroom, but it took Marcus’ eyes a long time to adjust. He’d tried his best to be really passive with them, not wanting to anger the people with the gun. All he could think about now was that maybe he was in the same place Dia was, and he’d get to see her.

The person who pulled the bag off his head didn’t look much older than he was. She looked tough though, like she could probably fit in to a bodybuilding competition if she wanted to. She held a finger up to her lips, telling him to shut up and do what he was told. Then she left the room and locked the door behind her, and Marcus tried looking around to see if he could find anything useful in the room. He had already felt them take his phone and wallet off him, but he was still clinging to desperation.

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Nick had taken the hint as soon as Bandit came running back without her leash and without Marcus. He quickly ran out to the street, seeing if he could see anyone who might have had Marcus, but he soon gave up. He spent the next half-hour waiting around for a message from Rita, before she finally called. Bandit was curled up on his lap and Shandee was sitting on the ground in front of them, comforting Bandit.

There were very few people who Nick hated with every fibre of his being. The first was his father, the second, and a new contender for the most hated person, was Rita Han. She had started making demands a little while ago, and he just laughed them off. Then when she took Dia, he started to realise she was serious. Now, things were personal. Rita started making her demands. For the drugs and the money, he could get one of the two back. If he gave her what she really wanted, he could get them both. Without even hesitating or thinking to wake up Damian and Kennedy, Nick grabbed the bag and organised a meeting with her.

As soon as Shandee realised what he was doing she protested, and demanded that he actually stopped to think about what he was doing. Through all her begging and pleading, he just continued writing down contact details on a piece of paper. He handed her the paper, folded up and told her to call Detective Rivera if he wasn’t back within two hours. She had to tell her everything that was going on. Still, Shandee continued fighting with him, threatening that if he walked out that door on a suicide mission, she wouldn’t be there when he got back. All Nick could do was apologise. He leant down to kiss her on the forehead and told her he was sorry, but he had to go.

As soon as he got into his car, Shandee looked down at the paper. She waited until Nick had started to go before she called Shay. She started saying where they were going to be and how they had taken Marcus too. She could barely get anything out without throwing herself into a panic, but despite all the guilt, she had promised herself she wouldn’t stay and she meant it. She started haphazardly throwing her clothes and personal belongings into a backpack, bracing herself for the worst if she walked outside alone. As soon as she started heading for the door, Shandee was disrupted by Bandit, who stood in front of her, whimpering and pleading for her to stay. Bandit, as if she had gotten it off her owner, was extremely good at picking up when people weren’t themselves.

Bandit managed to hold Shandee back for a little while, but Shandee eventually wiped away her tears and said goodbye to Bandit. Even though she couldn’t stand him, she’d left a little note for Damian telling him what happened, and she walked out the front door, hailing down the first taxi she saw. She was extremely grateful that Nick never noticed her pinching a few thousand dollars out of Kennedy’s handbag. After all her failed attempts, Shandee was adamant that she was going to successfully run away this time. The only thing different this time was that she had funds.

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Saturday Night

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By the time Nick had arrived to their agreed meeting point, the sun had completely gone down. From the outside, the building looked just like any other warehouse in the warehouse district, but Nick had been in there before, and he knew it was abandoned. In the back of his mind, he was wondering whether Shandee was being serious, but he knew he had to focus on Marcus. Surely enough, Rita was there with more than a few henchmen for backup. She was predictable in that sense, and probably smarter. Nick had begun to regret his decision to go in without backup. He made a mental note to get that if anything like this ever happened again.

As soon as Nick walked in, he heard another door open, to his right he saw his brother and Dia, gagged with their hands tied, being led in by even more henchmen. They both had guns pointed to their backs, and unsurprisingly, neither Marcus nor Dia appreciated being used as bait. They also weren’t looking at each other much. After that, things moved pretty quickly. Nick threw the bag across a table to Rita, who checked it, and being satisfied enough, nodded to one of her men to untie Dia. Nick’s protests were quickly shut up by Rita, who reminded him that she promised she’d let one of them go. She never specified which one.

As soon as Dia had control of her mouth again, she quickly turned to Marcus and told him that she loved him. She wasn’t really sure why she needed to say it, but she knew she didn’t want anything bad to happen before she got another chance to say it. Or even, if she got another chance.

Dia was nudged away from Marcus by the man behind her. He shoved her closer towards Nick and all she could notice was how he never looked directly in her eyes. She remembered speaking to him the other day and hearing him say he was gonna fix things, but she knew he’d only agreed to do something because of Marcus.

“If you let them hurt him,” she starts to quietly threaten, “I will kill you myself.”

Nick is about to speak, when suddenly everyone in the building can hear police sirens outside. Absolutely no one looks comfortable in this situation. The man behind Marcus presses his gun up against Marcus’ skull while looking directly at Nick.

“You called them,” he accuses him. “Didn’t you?”

“Nick, do something!” Dia orders him.

Nick looks around at Marcus who, by this point, is just praying for some good luck. Outside, the sound of footsteps and sirens is growing louder. “Look,” he says. “Just leave Marcus and Dia here and I won’t tell them anything,” he tries to bargain. He looks over to Rita, who has offhanded her bag to one of her henchmen, who is already taking it out to a hidden room, presumably to hide it. “Let them go.”

Rita laughs a little at his proposition. “I don’t make deals,” she says, echoing an earlier conversation they had. She turns to one of the men next to her and waves a hand towards Nick. “Shoot him,” she orders, walking away as she does. The shots come quicker than it takes for anyone to process what was just said. Unable to wait any longer, a few cops bust down the door, storming their way into the building. Nick holds onto his fresh chest wounds as he hears police ordering everyone to drop their weapons and put their hands in the air. Dia throws her hands up in the air before looking over at Nick. He looks pale in the face and his hands are covered in blood, but he hasn’t seemed to move.

“Nick?” she asks, pleading for some response. She grabs onto his arm, but it seems to do more harm than good. Nick loses any balance he had left, dropping down onto his knees. From down on the ground, Dia can see just how many bullet wounds are in his back, although she wishes she couldn’t. Without hesitating, Marcus runs over to his brother, desperate to help him, even though his hands are still tied behind his back. He drops down onto his knees next to Nick, trying desperately to look him in the eyes. Marcus shakes his head as Nick’s eyes start to glaze over. Through his gag Marcus tries pleading with him to stay with him. Nick makes one final, dramatic thud, falling face first onto the concrete.

Police have already started surrounding everyone, slapping handcuffs on everyone they can see. Shay rushes over to the scene with Dia, Marcus and Nick, and unties Marcus’ mouth gag, throwing it on the ground. “Dia, can you get that rope off?” she asks, as she directs her attention to Nick. He’s got at least four bullets through his chest, and his blood has already started pooling on the floor. She doesn’t know how to tell Marcus that there’s practically no chance of him surviving now.

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Sunday Morning

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Dia and Marcus aren’t allowed out of the hospital until morning, but thankfully they’re allowed to sit with each other. Dia tells him everything that happened to her, and how she got a call from Nick, something Nick never bothered to mention to Marcus. Marcus cries a lot, and Dia does too. They both cycle through phases of being relieved and elated to be alive, to being completely frozen in shock, to feeling extremely frightened. They don’t sleep at all that night, except when they were sedated for a few hours.

Even though they can get out earlier, they stay around for a while. Waiting until they’re both ready to leave. They don’t leave until just after lunch time. As they’re leaving they get informed that they have to go speak to Detective Rivera about everything that happened. The whole time, Dia doesn’t let go of Marcus’ hand, occasionally squeezing it to make sure he didn’t space out too much.

While walking into the police station, Dia notices her aunt and her cousin, both sitting and talking to another person in the station. She wants to run over to them, but she’s quickly ushered into a small office with glass doors. She sits down next to Damian, who looks pretty shocked to see her alive. She can only assume that the police told him about what happened. Next to Damian is a blonde girl, who Dia’s never seen before in her life. She wraps her arms around Marcus to comfort him, though part of her wishes that he could be comforting her instead.

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