The Never Ending Call

Title: The Never Ending Call 2/?
Author: Kim Riley a.k.a. MYSTIC or MYSTICMCKNIGHT
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the producers of Emergency. Also, the character Mike Stoker is in no relation to the real one. Since they are no longer using them I’ve decided to take our boys out of the ‘closet’ and let them play and be happy. Enjoy.
Summary: What should have been a simple response to an emergency turns into a what will seem a never ending nightmare.
Warnings: This is an Au story, also language, violence, abuse, attempted rape (I will no gra graphic), and death (though not of E characters)
Rating: NC-17 (see warnings and m/m sex)
Pairing: John/Roy (Emergency fandom )
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"The Never Ending Call"


Roy and Johnny remained silent, sharing glances, both scared and wondering what was to happen, as the van cut corners harshly and to their dismay, the sound of the sirens seemed to be fading in the back ground. Roy noticed that Johnny kept his attention more out the window of the back doors over his shoulder, while he kept his attention on his partner and that jerk that seemed to by eyeing Johnny with all the wrong intentions.

Roy felt the van take another sharp turn, having lost some track of time, as it seemed to be dragging on forever, which was not a bad thing considering what might be waiting for them. He glanced over his shoulder and noticed they were heading down an ally then to another off shoot road; he was lost. He glanced again at Johnny, who had a natural sense of direction and wondered if he knew where they were, but did not dare ask.

The van made another rough turn and then it seemed as if the lights dimmed around them as the van came to a stop, but the engine remained going. Instinctively Roy grabbed John's hand, not really caring what anyone thought, for this very well could be it. He felt Johnny return the squeeze, as his dark eyes met his and knew that Johnny was thinking the same thing.

"Make the change," the Leader ordered, and all but two, the one Roy took for as the leader of this bunch and another that sat as a passenger, who looked about Johnny's build all around, remained in the van. The Jerk, the drive and the other jumped out and it sounded as if suddenly they were ripping something.

Roy remained still, his hand that held Johnny's held low between their bent s sos so it was not seen, keeping an eye on the gun that was pointing at them.

"Contact paper," Johnny suddenly gasped, as he was listening to that strange sound.

"Your partner is very intelligent," the fifth man said, his voice still smooth, as if educated and a bit refined. It is indeed contact paper. The cops are looking for an unmarked black van, not a white plumbers," he laughed.

"What are you going to do with us," Roy found himself asking, deep down not sure if he wanted to know.

"So long as you are quiet and cooperate, and things run smooth, nothing," the fifth man replied, showing that perhaps he was in charge after all, but let the other one take charge over those mugs. "Silence is recommended," he added, as the doors opened again, and the two creeps that had been with them joined them. The driver started to go, but Roy noticed a tap from the other man, who could not be seen from anyone on the street or another vehicle, the driver raised the front of his mask, so not to draw attention; it was a poor angle so he could see little, and didn't try very hard either, as the van once more headed out; this time as a more leisurely speed.

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The trip seemed to take forever, though Roy estimated about another half hour as he felt the van begin to slow down and come to a stop, this time as Roy looked outside, it appeared as some sort of miniature airport. This time everyone seemed to be getting out, as the Leader ordered Johnny and Roy's hands tied behind the backs and left in the van.

The jerk took too much pleasure in his task, giving Johnny taunting looks, and smirks, which Johnny, having put of with Chet all these years, was more than able to ignore, Then both were tossed back in the van, as the robbers finished gathering their gear, while the sound of an airplane starting filled the air.

"Whoohoo, Baja here we come," someone called out, though which said it, was unclear over the engines.

"Roy, man, I'm sorry," Johnny said softly, seeming it was just the two of them for the moment. "It's my fault you’re here," he added, trying to hold back the fear of what felt like impending death. "You should have just let them take me, then you'd be back with your family."

Roy understood what Johnny was saying and that he believed this might be the last chance they had a chance to speak; their last words. "Johnny, I know you may not believe this, but if this was going to happen, I'd rather be with you," he said, trying to find the courage to tell his girl-chasing partner that he loved him.

"Huh?"

"I mean, well, you're the best partner a man could ask for and my best friend…"

"You're mine too Roy. You're the best," Johnny replied, wondering if Roy would forgive him if he told him he loved him. "In fact… "

"Johnny, there is something I need to tell you…"

Just then the door opened and Jerk and his sidekick came and grabbed the two of them out of the van. It was then that they saw the large cargo like plane. Roy was not good with plane types, where Johnny was good with cars, he didn't think plans were his thing either. All he could tell was it looked bigger than any bi-plane, but too small for the big ones at the airport and the hatch was by the tail. The next thing they knew they were being dragged toward the plan and then tossed inside it, as once more the sound of sirens filled the air; some how, the cops had found them.

Johnny was tossed to the back, followed by Roy, both men landing heavily on their knees and shoulder, to take the impact. The sidekick to the Jerk, grabbed them and retied Johnny's hands to the small pipe that ran along the base of the back wall of the plane, then Roy's to the same, as the Jerk closed and latched the hatch.

The plane appeared to be in three sections, the back end where they were and several crates, two big four small, and other odds and end, a cabin that looked rather well decorated from what little the men could see and the cockpit where the pilot was getting ready to take off. The door between the cabin and the back was slammed closed by the Jerk, glaring at them as he did so, leaving the two men alone.

"Why the hell are they taking us with them," Johnny asked in a forced whisper as the plan's engines got louder and they started moving. "Why didn't they either leave us or shoot us there, what the hell are they playing at?" he asked, some fear starting to take over.

Roy wished he had his hands free to hold his partner, but he didn't. "I don't know, Junior. I really don’t know what is going on, but I do know we can't panic…"

"Not panic," Johnny gaped at Roy. "Roy, its way past time to panic," he laughed, somewhat hysterical.

"Johnny, Johnny, snap out of it. Come on, partner, I need you here, I need you to help me."

"Do what," Johnny moaned, trying not to cry.

"I don't know, but we can't panic, we just can't. It might be the only thing keeping us a live and every minute we are, is one more minute we might find a way to get out of this…mess," he grinned, trying to offer courage he did not quiet feel himself. "If it helps, I'll let you know when its time to panic, okay?'

That earned him one of Johnny's smiles and he felt better himself. "I just wish we could get untied…" the plane titled…they were taking off.

"Shit, Roy," Johnny gasped, for he did not like planes…no way!

Roy saw his partner going pale, "Johnny, what it is, we're just taking off…"

"I hate plane, Roy. I mean, I hate to fly…I…" he closed his eyes and started panting.

"Johnny, look at me," Roy ordered in his most firm of tones, glad that it got through to him. "It will be all right. I've flown a lot. Just relax. Remember, I said I'll tell you when you could panic…this isn't it."

Johnny took a few deep breaths and nodded toward Roy. "So, what do you think they'll do with us?"

"Like I said I don't know," Roy replied, pulling at his ropes. "Damn," he swore, and Roy rarely did. "Perhaps if we could eavesdrop or look around…I don't know," he grumbled, trying not to sound as forsaken as he did at that moment, for he had just got Johnny calm, he couldn't afford to loose it himself.

The next thing he knew he saw Johnny taking deep breaths, though he didn't look upset, and then tighten all his muscels in his arms, but not pulling. He was also making tight fists, shifting his wrists sideways, again not puling on the rope. "What are you doing," he asked, as Johnny let out his breath and seemed to relax completely. But Johnny didn't answer him, he seemed focused and to Roy's amazement, he noticed that Johnny was suddenly working the robe, sliding his wrist out and in another few moments was free of the rope, and was not undoing Roy's.

"How did you do that?"

Johnny, his mind fully occupied, forgot about being in a plane, and gave his Gage grin, "Growing up I wanted to be like Houdini, you know, that escape artist. Well, like any foolish kid, I got someone to tie me up or cuff me. After the third time of just being 'left' there to rot or until my parents found me, I started to do some reading on the subject. You know how you guys are always teasing me about having 'small' hands," he smiled, as he freed Roy. "Well, let's say that Harry Houdini did too and it was one of the key elements in some of this tricks. As for the rest…" he shrugged.

"What?"

"When I saw the inside of a safe and imagined being left in there until my parents found me, I got a new interest," he chuckled softly.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the plane, even with the engine, and both men moved back into position, hands behind their backs. The door opened though they could not see who was at the door, then slammed closed. They could just make out a voice telling the others they were fine.

"I didn't get a good look," Roy commented, "but I'm pretty sure they were not wearing their masks anymore," he informed Johnny as he got up and moved to the little window near by. "I wish I had a clue as to where we were going," he said again then moved carefully up to the door, he would listen and see what was going on.

Johnny moved to the window and swallowed hard before sitting back down, "Were moving west, toward the ocean," he panted, trying to gain his composure again.

"West," Roy whispered, "One would think south to the boarder…"

"Baja," Johnny gasped quietly. "One of those idiots said they couldn't wait to get to Baja…"

Just then Roy held up a hand, as he could just make out what was being said in the other cabin.

"Why didn't you just let me pop the two of them," the Jerk asked, obviously not happy about having tag-a-longs. "Why did we drag them along?"

"We could have left well enough alone, had you not opened your fat mouth," the Leader growled and the sound of a smack, hitting skin echoed for a moment. "This will come out of your cut, and I don't want to hear a word about or I'll deduct more, go it?"

"Fine," the Jerk snarled back, but keeping his temper by the sound of it. "Then what 'are' we going to do with them. Shoot them and drop them in the ocean?

"Word to the wise, boy," the smooth talker commented, also not pleased with the Jerk. "Guns and airplanes don't mix. You go off shooting and you could break a window or hit the gas or oil pipe line. If the window goes this plane will decompress and could cause our illustrious pilot to crash. As for the gas and oil line being hit, I should hope that even a Neanderthal such as your self can figure that one out."

"We could always give over Tony's girlfriend to Paco," the sidekick snickered.

"I'd watch your mouth, Mario," the Jerk aka Tony snarled.

"Ah, come on, I've seen how you look at him," the sidekick, aka Mario snickered.

"Enough," the leader growled. "When we reach our destination then I'll let you pop then and 'burry' them," he added, a sneer in his voice that that later part was going to be punishment.

"Hey, at least Paco would give money for the pretty one," Tony objected.

"See, I told you he wanted that one as his girlfriend," Mario teased.

"You're cruising…" Tony snarled.

"Ray, what is our ETA," the smooth one asked.

By now Johnny had moved next to Roy and had heard what this 'Tony' had to say about him.

"About two hours," the Leader aka Ray replied. "We'll reach Mexican waters in about hour or so, and then it's down the coast home."

Johnny was feeling a bit daring and before Roy could protest, opened the door, which was designed like a normal door, a crack and peeked out, wanting to put faces to the voices. The one he assumed was Tony was probably of Italian decent, for he had many of the classic looks, and had he not have the eyes of a murdering bastard, he could see woman appreciating his looks. The one he guessed was Mario was mousy looking and Hispanic by his color and features. The others, were both Caucasian, the bigger build of the two had a grayish flat top; military by baring he would wager to guess. The other, a slim blond whose long hair was pulled back in a pony tail, looked out of place in his grungy clothes he wore for the robbery. If he had a hair cut, he could easily pass for a preppy.

"So, did we get the diamond," Tony asked, his arms folded on his chest.

"Yes, though we did not score as well in the cash department for you found it more interesting to play god," the blond replied, very annoyed with the big jerk. "But more importantly," the blond smiled, "I got this," he said, pulling out of his pocket what looked like a silver hand crafted lighter, which he flipped between slim bone fingers. "The whole reason for that bank fiasco," he grinned, though still not pleased as he glared at Tony, as he put the lighter back in his pocket.

Johnny closed the door when the next round of bantering started, mainly between Tony and Mario and slid down the wall looking at Roy, "You sure its not time to panic?"

"No, not yet," Roy said, as he moved quietly and started searching the area around him.

"Roy," Johnny said, keeping his voice very low. "The moment we land, they are going to take us out and shoot."

"I know it sounds pretty dim…"

"Were you born this optimistic or just got whacked in the head a few times first," Johnny snapped.

Roy had to smile, even if Johnny didn't mean it as a joke. "Junior, I've been in Nam' remember. The one thing I've learned there is 'never' give up." Roy thought about going into the time his patrol team had been captured and was sure they would be killed as they were dragged, for some reason through the jungle. All seemed lost, but then an opportunity presented itself and with much luck, they escaped with their lives. "Just keep an ear out in case they decide to check on us again."

"You think they'll give us a last meal," Johnny asked as his stomached growled, and he smirked at its timing.

"Some how I doubt it," Roy said as he searched traterates. "Hmm," Roy said, to himself as he continued his search.

"What?'

"Oh, nothing," Roy replied casually, for he did not want to share with Johnny what he was finding. He did not think that his partner would go for the idea that was formulating in his brain as he continued his search. Roy was careful to put things back as he found them as he went along, which was a good thing as Johnny started to hustle back to his spot, thus prompting him to his own; both faking being tied up, though Johnny closed his eyes, looking as if he was getting some rest.

The door opened and the man Johnny had guessed and now Roy, was Mario stepped inside, eyed the two of them, snickered then moved back, "They'll fine. Your girlfriend is sleeping, so if you're hearing noises, it's the rats turning the wheels in you head," he insulted as the door was closed once again.

Roy got up and moved to a specific box and opened it, shiftihe ohe others aside. "I have a plan, but it'll take some time to get it together," he commented, as he pulled what looked like a used parachute, much in need of care.

"Oh no, no, no…" Johnny started, but Roy covered his mouth with his hand to keep him quiet before someone heard them. Even then Johnny was shaking his head no.

"Listen, Junior. It's the only way, for as you said. Once we land, we're dead. I've done some jumping in the military. I just need to make sure the chute is safe and packed properly so it can be used. Now, I need you to be calm and help me, please, Junior, I need you here."

Johnny called on his reserves and nodded he would help and once the hand was gone, he swallowed hard. "You really want us too…jump?"

"If the gage of this is right, we're flying just high enough that its possible, yet," Roy said, pointing the instrument that was broken in sections by color, black, white and red, it was tipping the black. "We're probably flying lower to avoid other air craft," he added.

"You really know about these…things," Johnny stuttered, pointing to the chute.

Roy scoffed quietly as he guided Johnny to the door, to listen as he got the chute out and its belongings, and recovered the now empty small crate. "I was ground, but my unit seemed to keep getting assigned to these 'jump' assignments. After the second one, my Sergeant, thought those of us that were still around could use a little instruction. I recall protesting…I'm never as glad as I am now that he didn't listen," he finished as he started to handle the silk with precision and knowledge.

Johnny was now doubly nervous, as he was afraid of flying and now he was being asked to jump from a plane or be shot in the head. Had Roy not been the one here with him, he probably would opt the shot in the head. But Roy said he needed him and he wouldn't let his partner down. He had a family, and if there was any way he could help get him back home safely he would do it. "The likely hood is by the time your finished, we'll be over the ocean," Johnny commented, having calculated their direction and what Roy had told them of their conversation.

"I know. In one of the other crates is a packaged life raft. I plan on taking that too. Sadly, there is no food or water…" he shrugged.

"But we'll be alive," Johnny agreed.

****End of Part Two****