Warnings: weapons, hostage? Just enjoy the drabble it’s nothing bad.
The barrel of the gun against your neck was freezing and the man crushing you against him struck an even icier note.
Being a secretary at the massive institution naturally made you a front line target but you had never expected to find yourself here, held hostage by a former employee and praying to keep an untimely death at bay. Your blouse was twisted uncomfortably around your torso as your trembling hands tried to keep the arm around your chest from crushing you completely.
There was only one FBI agent in the room as per your captor’s command and you’d spoken to this one before in the course of the investigation. His kind eyes were now wide with desperation as they flicked between you and the perpetrator.
“Hey, eyes on me,” he gently prodded you as he lowered his revolver. He spoke up when addressing the other man. “Adam, my name is Spencer, and you need to put down the gun.”
When Spencer took a step forward, Adam tightened his grip on you and yelled, “Stop! I’ll shoot her!”
“No you won’t, you know she deserves better than that.”
“That’s just it!” Adam raved on, sending another chill down your spine. “This world is too cruel for women! I’m helping them escape it! I helped all of them escape it. Can’t you see she’s too beautiful a creature for this sick mess outside?”
Spencer let a soft smile carve into his lips. “Yes, I can see that she’s very beautiful. And you know what I think she needs? Someone to protect her. Someone to show her a world that isn’t horrible.”
You had to stifle a cry when the ironclad arm on your chest faltered slightly and you were able to inhale more cool air little by little. Maybe the man your eyes were urgently locked on would be able to get you out of this.
“I don’t…what if I can’t?! Am I supposed to believe the likes of you will care for her?”
“I won’t have to,” Spencer paused and his tongue snaked out to wet his lips, “I won’t have to do that because if you put down the gun I can make sure you’re able to care for her. You want that, don’t you?”
The gun was lowered fractionally from your throat to your collarbone and Spencer’s gaze briefly slid to yours in reassurance.
“Yeah, I…she has to be protected. The world destroys beautiful women.”
“Then Adam, give me the gun.”
Every molecule in the room froze and the anticipation was excruciating, followed by another hesitant breath from you when still nothing happened. Finally Adam nodded and carefully placed the gun down before covering his face and sobbing.
Another agent immediately ran inside to apprehend him while you fell forward into Spencer’s arms, a few tears of relief escaping you as well. You clung to his bulletproof vest and the strong chest underneath and he clung back, softly stroking your hair as he led you from the cursed room.
A brisk wind outside finally coaxed your face up to his. “Thank you, agent. You saved my life.”
His mouth quirked and you thought you detected the ghost of a blush on his cheeks as he said, “Well, uh, you’re welcome. Cliche as it is, it’s really just my job.”
“Doesn’t make it any less meaningful.” You sighed, exhaling the terror of minutes before as Spencer rubbed your arms comfortingly.
He eventually offered a mint to get any bad tastes out of your mouth and it was the cold sting on your tongue that gave you the courage to say, “And do you really think I’m pretty?”
“Yes! Yes, I…” he trailed off, embarrassed about being so enthusiastic. Your hand bumping his brought his eyes back to yours. “Can I come check on you before we leave town again?”
“I’d like that.”