Who: Sharon Carter and Veronica Mars When: June 20th, late night Where: Street What: A kidnapping Rating/Warnings: Low. Some violence Status: Complete
It’d been a really long shift. And nothing had happened. Sharon was thinking she wasn’t going to make it for the next half hour without having to take a potty break. She leaned back a little in her chair and sighed, keeping her arms up on the building in front of them as she stretched. She and Veronica were sitting in Veronica’s car, on a stake-out. They’d talked about all kinds of things, and listened to the radio a little bit, but an hour had passed since they extinguished the usual topics of conversation.
Sharon tipped her head to the side and her neck made a cracking sound. Then she sighed. “I’m definitely ready for bed,” she admitted. And she felt a little guilty that Veronica had a few hours left on the stakeout. At least she’d be there with Clint, and he was entertaining enough.
Veronica didn’t mind having to stay later. Logan had Backup taken care of, which was all that really mattered to her. Although she wasn’t sure who was really taking care of who in that scenario but whatever he could handle it. Sharon needed to get home to Viv anyway. “Clint should be here soon,” she responded. He’d relieve Sharon of her duties and then she could get some sleep.
They were so focussed on the building that neither noticed someone come up behind them and tap on the passenger side window. Veronica just assumed it was Clint but when she looked over, well it definitely wasn’t Clint.
Sharon jumped, too. Damn. That guy was super stealthy. Either that, or she was really distracted. But distracted by what? The task at hand? Sharon reached forward and rolled down the window a few inches.
The guy leaned over so he could take a look into the car. Sharon really didn’t like the look on the guy’s face. He was ugly and unshaven, and suddenly the car wreaked of cigarette smoke and halitosis. “Hiya, Blondie. It’s time for you to get out of the car and come with us.”
Suddenly, both car doors opened. There wasn’t just one stinky guy, but two. And they were both menacing. Sharon glanced over at Veronica. Two guys they could handle. Then she noticed the guns held in each of the thugs’ hands. Two guys with guns? ...they could still handle this, right?
“It’s time for you to brush your teeth,” Veronica replied able to smell the guys breath from her side of the car. Poor Sharon having to be next to the dude. Then her car door open and Veronica snapped her head around to see another fugly idiot. This just kept getting better and better.
Of course they could handle two guys, with guns. They had guns of their own although now wasn’t the time to reach for them. Instead Veronica just elbowed the guy near her in the groin. He let out a groan of pain and then his gun went off. No one was hurt but it hit the door of her car. How dare this asshole.
Sharon pulled an elbow to the gut and the heel of her palm straight up into his nose. There was a nasty sounding crunch, and Sharon's hands wrapped around the gun. A second gunshot went off, the bullet burying itself in the guy's foot. He squealed in pain as Sharon wrenched the gun from his hands.
Bad news. Two more guys showed up. Each holding weapons. Sharon was ready to take them all down.
Veronica and Sharon were doing pretty damn good fighting these fuckers without even grabbing for their weapon. Veronica was about to reach for her gun however and shoot the guy that had hit her car. In the leg or something. She wasn’t a killer. But then she noticed the red dot on her chest. Fuck. They had a sniper?
“Uh, Sharon,” Veronica said holding up her hands in surrender eyes on the dot.
Sharon had turned her back to Veronica and was holding the gun straight at the first guy’s head. Of course, his nose was gushing blood, and he was sort of hopping on one foot, hobbled over. The blonde turned to glance at Veronica over her shoulder.
“You good?” Sharon asked, instinctively. But then the little flash of red caught her eye and her shoulders tensed. Shit. That must have been a scope from a sniper rifle? Or someone with a laser pointer having far too much fun. Sharon lowered the gun. There was nothing she could do about that.
Sharon dropped the gun. It clattered on the sidewalk, and she lifted her hands in surrender. This was very much not good.
One of the guys that still had his gun and had yet to be shot held his gun to Veronica’s head. “C’mon. In you go.”
Veronica had no choice but to go with them. She didn’t want to end up dead. She had a dog to take care of after all. And what would Keith do without her? They would go with these guys for now and figure out a way out of it. It was the only option at the moment.
Sharon fell into step beside Veronica as they were led, at gunpoint, toward the building. Then, suddenly, bags went over the girls’ heads, and they were manhandled into handcuffs. Sharon didn’t know what the point of the bags over their heads was. Right? They knew where they were. Unless the plan was to take them somewhere else? But they didn’t get shoved into a car.
She heard an elevator, though, as they were guided through. Sharon could feel the floor move. They were definitely going down. Down? She thought so. She felt Veronica still by her side, and hoped that her friend was paying attention, too.
Seriously? Bags over their heads? How cliche was that. Especially since they just seemed to be taking them inside the building they had been watching. Veronica felt the elevator go down too which meant they had to be going to the basement or something since they were on street level.
They were lead over to separate chairs and tied up. The bag was removed from over their heads finally, but it was replaced with a gag in her mouth. Veronica would have preferred the bag, still her eyes darted around the room frantically until they landed on Sharon. Good. Her friend was still there, and alive.
It’s not like Hydra(?) guys were smart. Sharon and Veronica knew where they were, and they weren’t transported far enough to disorient the girls--not taken in a car or anything. The bag was pulled from Sharon’s head, and replaced with a gag, after she was tied to the chair. The ropes were pretty tight, actually, to Sharon’s surprise. These Hydra(?) guys sure did what they did… best?
Anyway, Sharon glanced over to make sure Veronica was unharmed, then tested her bindings as the thugs wandered out of the room. She made a grunting noise as if to as are you okay? Then she realized she hadn’t checked in with her cell phone, and breathed something of a sigh of relief.
Ever since having the baby, Sharon realized that her life was more valuable than she’d assessed its value before. Viv was counting on her, so she couldn’t just up and disappear. Whenever she went on missions or surveillance, she set it up so that people would be notified should something happen to her. Every forty minutes, she had to check in with the program, or it would send a SOS text to Peggy, to Leon, to Veronica, and to Bucky. Veronica was beside her, but the other three were going to get that text in the next fifteen minutes, if Sharon and Veronica couldn’t figure a way out of this mess.