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| Entry tags: | #abduction, #solo, drina |
Drina Perez -- Abduction
The end of February brought along with it the end of Drina's current job. She wasn't quitting just yet, but her maternity leave was to begin the next day. It was time for her to put her career aside and to focus solely on the welfare of her baby. Relaxing in the porcelain bathtub, her dark eyes stared down at the bulge that was once a flat, toned abdomenal region; she smiled softly as her hands rolled the hot water across her stomach. She was five months along, and she still had a hard time believing that there was a life growing right there inside of her. After three different pregnancy tests, Drina and Heath had gone to a physician who confirmed what the tests had already said: she was pregnant. Every how-to child care book was bought, as well as loads of diapers, onesies, and socks. Just one month prior, they had began construction on a nursery for the baby.
Shifting in the bathtub, Drina ran the major "To-Do List" through her head. There was still a color to pick out, a crib to assemble, and many other things that were beginning to weigh on her mind. Still, she supposed, things could be much worse. Her thoughts traveled to Heath and how much she loved him. From his sandy hair to his bright smile, her husband was the quintessential knight in shining armor; he worked as one of the foremost District Attorney's in the state, always doing what he could to put the bad guy behind bars. In fact, he was gone for the week working on a case two towns over. He had called her earlier that night to check in, remind her how much he loved her, and to let her know how the case was going. They were afraid that this criminal was going to get off - there was just not enough evidence to put him away for good.
Having been soaking for a good half hour now, Drina pulled the plug and let the water begin to drain out of the tub. The medium virgina town house she lived in was quiet. It was spacious, but only so much that if they wanted one or two more children after the first, they could all live comfortably. Her long brown hair wrapped up in a towl and a warm bathrobe around her, Drina walked down the hall to her bedroom, where the light from the moon was filtering in through a window. The clock on the nightstand read 12:42am.
She hated when Heath was away. The feeling wasn't a source of fear for her well being so much as a distaste for being alone with no one to talk to. It also left her with a terrible case of paranoia, which was probably the result of working with the FBI. Drina slipped into her night gown, tossing the towel and bathrobe into the dirty clothes hamper, and wiggled her way between the sheets of her bed. Her eyes closed and she waited for sleep to come take her away, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something just wasn't right.
"Must've left a light on downstairs or something," she muttered to herself, flinging the covers off of her and proceeding down to the kitchen area. The hallway was dark and the only sound she could hear was the light patter of her barefeet on the cool wood steps. When she arrived in the kitchen, she realized, without a doubt, that she had not left a light on. And she was not alone. There was a swift movement behind her, but before the intruder had a chance to grab her, Drina had ducked and darted forward, grabbing a knife from the block on the counter next to her.
As she turned to face the person, she realized that they had not come in alone, either. A pair of strong arms encircled her, pinning her own against her. Struggling, Drina forceflly threw back her head, smashing it directly into the person's nose. A man groaned in pain and was disabled for only a moment, but the moment was enough. Drina ran around the island that was in the middle of her kitchen toward the open living area down the hall. All she needed was to get to a phone so she could call for back up. The sound of her feet slapping the hardwood floor was followed by the two men chasing her. The phone was on the opposite side of the living room, right next to the television. She would shoot in, grabbing the phone and hold a position behind the television - knocking it over if she absolutely had to. What she didn't know was that there was one more intruder, and he was waiting for her.
Once she passed through the doorway to the living room, everything went black.
Shifting in the bathtub, Drina ran the major "To-Do List" through her head. There was still a color to pick out, a crib to assemble, and many other things that were beginning to weigh on her mind. Still, she supposed, things could be much worse. Her thoughts traveled to Heath and how much she loved him. From his sandy hair to his bright smile, her husband was the quintessential knight in shining armor; he worked as one of the foremost District Attorney's in the state, always doing what he could to put the bad guy behind bars. In fact, he was gone for the week working on a case two towns over. He had called her earlier that night to check in, remind her how much he loved her, and to let her know how the case was going. They were afraid that this criminal was going to get off - there was just not enough evidence to put him away for good.
Having been soaking for a good half hour now, Drina pulled the plug and let the water begin to drain out of the tub. The medium virgina town house she lived in was quiet. It was spacious, but only so much that if they wanted one or two more children after the first, they could all live comfortably. Her long brown hair wrapped up in a towl and a warm bathrobe around her, Drina walked down the hall to her bedroom, where the light from the moon was filtering in through a window. The clock on the nightstand read 12:42am.
She hated when Heath was away. The feeling wasn't a source of fear for her well being so much as a distaste for being alone with no one to talk to. It also left her with a terrible case of paranoia, which was probably the result of working with the FBI. Drina slipped into her night gown, tossing the towel and bathrobe into the dirty clothes hamper, and wiggled her way between the sheets of her bed. Her eyes closed and she waited for sleep to come take her away, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something just wasn't right.
"Must've left a light on downstairs or something," she muttered to herself, flinging the covers off of her and proceeding down to the kitchen area. The hallway was dark and the only sound she could hear was the light patter of her barefeet on the cool wood steps. When she arrived in the kitchen, she realized, without a doubt, that she had not left a light on. And she was not alone. There was a swift movement behind her, but before the intruder had a chance to grab her, Drina had ducked and darted forward, grabbing a knife from the block on the counter next to her.
As she turned to face the person, she realized that they had not come in alone, either. A pair of strong arms encircled her, pinning her own against her. Struggling, Drina forceflly threw back her head, smashing it directly into the person's nose. A man groaned in pain and was disabled for only a moment, but the moment was enough. Drina ran around the island that was in the middle of her kitchen toward the open living area down the hall. All she needed was to get to a phone so she could call for back up. The sound of her feet slapping the hardwood floor was followed by the two men chasing her. The phone was on the opposite side of the living room, right next to the television. She would shoot in, grabbing the phone and hold a position behind the television - knocking it over if she absolutely had to. What she didn't know was that there was one more intruder, and he was waiting for her.
Once she passed through the doorway to the living room, everything went black.