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Fishin' In the Dark
Prompt: Kidnapped - "Gone Fishing"
She was in hell...or as close to it as she ever wanted to be.
Looking around as she tromped through the bushes after the man that had shown up in her office ten hours ago demanding her presence here tonight, she shivered as she heard an ominous rustling in the woods to their left. In what universe could anyone that knew her have ever assumed that this would be her idea of a good time?
Fishing in the dark? Seriously?
He could have taken her out to dinner like any sane, rational person. Or suggested a movie. Or ordered her to dance around the bullpen naked with a spinning beanie on her multi-colored head. Any of those things would have felt more comfortable than the current predicament in which she found herself immersed.
He'd sworn to her that this would be a therapeutic experience. Cathartic, even.
Her ass! How exactly was lugging a fishing pole two times her height in one hand and a rickety lawn chair under her other arm through tall grass on a hot, humid night like this going to be anybody's idea of a positive experience? Did she look like the sort of woman that enjoyed the great outdoors?
Oh, wait! Correction…the great outdoors in the middle of the freaking wilderness in the dead of the black of night!
Admittedly, she'd been in a funk since their not-quite-a-vacation trek through the Alaskan outback after another in a long line in deranged psychos. She could agree that she'd not been her eternally perky self for a few weeks. But, who would? It wasn't anything that a few dozen gallons of Rocky Road and an unending supply of romantic comedies couldn't combat!
Her temporary morose outlook on life of late certainly hadn't warranted this field trip to hell! Tripping over a loose rock, Penelope used her fishing pole to steady herself, slapping the wooden edge into the uneven ground.
"Careful with my pole," she heard his familiar, but disembodied, voice admonish from in front of her, the pitch black of night precluding her from seeing his smug face. "It's an antique."
Yeah, it was now official. She was gonna fall and break her neck because he insisted the fish bit better in the black of night, and he was worried about his rod! But first, she was gonna kill him and shove his antique lifeless corpse in the godforsaken lake for those precious fish of his to devour with their kazillion little piranha teeth! Fishing line had more than one purpose, didn't it?
Oh this night was turning out to be cathartic, all right. It was going to turn her from the temporarily depressed technical analyst she was into one of the possessed whackadoodles that they chased on a regular basis.
And it was all his fault!
Damn David Rossi's soul to the bowels of hell!
A/N 2 - I'm aware this chapter is shorter than my usual. Please know that this is a prologue for lack of a better word. The next will be longer. I don't foresee this story going beyond three to four chapters. Please let us know your thoughts. We love hearing from you!