Investigate

Erin got up and whirled towards the office door, her hand automatically going to her holstered Glock. In a few quick well honed movement she drew the compact semi-automatic pistol and moved towards the office door. She opened the office door and crept out into the hallway. She held the Glock in tactical stance and it let lead her towards the stairwell. She paused and listened. There was no sound but their hairs on her neck stood and she felt that she was not alone. Glock leading she moved down the stairs.

Reaching the main level she scanned. Nothing. She started to systematically clear the floor moving through the handful of empty abandon rooms. It was clear. She seemed to be alone. Erin lowered the Glock and checked the main door that had gone through at the beginning of her shift. It looked as it was not tampered with. She sighed in relief feeling a bit more at ease and holstered her Glock.

She climbed back up the stairs to the office. She opened to the door at the same moment she realized that she did not close the door when she left. Erin quickly reached for her Glock, her hand only touched her handle before she felt a prick at her neck. "Wha..." she managed to say before her vision faded and felt herself fall.

What the hell was that? She could not see anything she could not move but she knew she was laying on the ground. Her head and back hurt from the fall. There was burning sensation at her neck where she had felt the prick. She suddenly heard foot steps shuffling around her followed by voices. Panic hit her and she tried to move. Nothing. She tried to speak. Nothing. What the hell!

"She a cop?" A male voice asked.

"I think," A female voice replied. "Let me see..."

Erin felt hands searching her, patting at her pockets and looping around her hips. She felt her holstered being unclipped from her waistband and then her badge being removed from her jacket. Her cell phone, keys and wallet were the taken.

"Cop," the female voice said. "Erin Lindsey...she's detective..."

"Erin eh?" the male questioned and Erin could feel him looking her over. "She's pretty."

Erin felt her chin being jerked roughly her face being moved to face upward. Fingers cleared strands of her hair from her face.

"Yeah she is," the female agreed.

"Let's clear this survailance equipment out," the female voice said

Erin could hear her standing moving away from her. She tried to will her body to do anything again. Nothing. She cursed and tried to at least to open her eyes. Nothing.

The detective heard more shuffling about and foot steps leaving. It was quiet for a bit and she knew she was alone. She again tried to will her body. Nothing. She was getting tired. She was getting sleepy but staying in this semi-conscious state was really the only thing she could do so she held on to it. She also did not know if she would even wake up if she were to drift off. What the hell did they shoot her up with?