I suck at titles..."FBI! Open Up...your heart" (See? Closed for rockinzoe)

Victoria Spencer had a love hate relationship with this country, everywhere was so potentially dangerous as a result of their stance on guns, completely unnecessary in her opinion.

Nevertheless as advised on this particular trip she had taken the security guard her Father had been insisting on, her boyfriend had also encouraged it, always travelling with his own security team wherever he had went.

It had come in handy, anyone trying to get too close whether dangerous or down right stupid had been quickly ushered away so far.

So it had come to be she walked along the street, rushing to get to a meeting though she wasn't exactly sure she was going in the correct direction.

"Miss Spencer." The voice of the security man had called out, "I have reports of disturbance up ahead, this would be a quicker route." He had placed a large arm over her shoulder, directing her to her left down an alley way, a large van ahead of her.

"Is there space to get past it?" She had asked trustingly, only catching a glimpse of a piece of cloth when it was too late. The bag was thrust over her head as he grabbed her around the waste. For a moment she was to panicked to do anything but she had been drilled in case of emergencies, she must struggle!

She had kicked and screamed. Wiggled within his grasp.

"I've got a gun." He had said but she didn't stop, dropping her phone, bag and losing a shoe in the process. As much as she fought him he kept inching her closer to where the van was, she was expecting to hear the door open and feel the thump of metal any moment now.

Suddenly another man shouted, god she hoped he wasn't with the security team.
 
She had screamed when she heard the gun shot. Screamed again when the weight pulled her down and had half landed on top of her. Continued to scream even as other hands found her and lifted the weight off of her.

Gasping and whimpering the bag was lifted off her head, in all her panic it took her a few moments to see properly.

There was a young man not much older than her holding her, he had some sort of badge by his face. She didn't trust the man, pushing him away as he asked her a question.

"Who the hell are you?" She stumbled to her feet, grabbing her shoe and other fallen items. "My father has men working for him you know, kidnapping me is not smart." She shouted at the figures around her.
 
She briefly looked at the corpse, shuddering before looking quickly away. Her eyes fell down on the badge, she was British how did she know if this was real.

"Lets pretend it's real ok?" She asked looking around, "I will leave this alley right?" Her feet were already moving backwards slowly. For a moment she had stopped, stepping forward she had kicked the badge back towards him with her heels.

"People are expecting me you know, they will know I am missing!"
 
She had looked around at the sirens, towards the female medic. It was real.

Her legs had fallen from under her as she stopped walking, bursting into tears she had held her head in her hands, crouching over and resting them on the ground.

"I'm sorry about your parents." She had sobbed out, the absurdity of the statement not lost on her as the shock took over.
 
"Victoria," She had cried her hands holding onto his legs as he approached. "Victoria Spencer. My father is the British ambassador!" She had exclaimed lifting her head as the tears came.

"He wanted to kill me!" It was half a statement half a question she had asked about the corpse.

She had allowed the medic to take her hand, lifting her from the agent and ushering her into the back of the ambulance.

"I have a meeting," She had said almost weakly as they led her away, looking over her shoulder at items dropped behind her.
 
The medic had started to talk to her as the doors shut, she had once last glance at the scene she was leaving behind before they both closed behind her.

She was fine medically speaking, being discharged that day into the arms of her business owning boyfriend.

Their had been a couple of fights between them over the security team, a few of his own being dismissed for possible connections to the dead man.

The following day her father had flown in, horrified himself that he was almost receiving body parts from his only daughters captor.

She had been badly shaken up, not leaving her hotel suite in the following days, only after the meetings could not be delayed much longer had she agreed to look for new security. Firstly she would have to show face amongst the special forces, making a public speech about her gratitude before meeting some of those on the scene that day.
 
She had returned his beaming grin with a polite smile, not paying too much attention to any agent in particular. When allowed she had expressed her gratitude to them all for a job so well done.

Her father had insisted to them that the agent who saved her should head up a new security team for her, Victoria hadn't really cared but she wasn't exactly sure she wanted to be reminded of her ordeal every time she looked at Agent Fiser was it? She couldn't even remember his name.

At the sound of her Fathers pet name for her she had flinched almost rolling her eyes, but it had quickly turned into a glare, a glare aimed solely at the agent.

"It will be Ms Spencer to you actually." She had snapped at him, "Don't be getting too familiar because you happened to save my life. Its not appropriate." She added standing up.

"I'm staying in the penthouse at the Waldorf hotel, you can come and see it tonight, meet my boyfriend and let us know who is on shift and when." As she left she paused adding, "That should give you plenty of time to decide who else you need." Before striding off down the hall, into her waiting car and back to her hotel.

Who did he think he was.
 
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