"Why do people act like that?" By Monkey Junk. Great Blues Tune :) True to the chapter, and pretty much to anything now a days lol.

Frankie rolled out of bed to the sunrise; tired, sore, and very satisfied.

After falling asleep with Lonnie holding her, she woke to feel him running his hand down her side to between her legs. She wrapped her arm around his neck and felt him growing on the small of her back. She opened to him, and he glided inside her from behind, his weight and the soft mattress keeping her in place while her body shook. He kissed the back of her neck while she moaned loudly. He found her hands and held them, intertwining their fingers while the intense sensations tore through her body, and he cursed into the darkness, pouring everything he had inside her, again, and again.

The sex was raw, intense, and all consuming. They were at each other all night, and it was incredible. Frankie never experienced anything like she did with Lonnie, not with any other man. Every touch was electric, intensified tenfold. But the emotions, the feelings...it was like magic. It was like they had 'found' each other again; which was crazy because they didn't know each other until recently. Still, when she was with him he felt like home; like she'd known him forever, and couldn't explain it in any way that any logical person would understand. It was beyond words, and meant to be, she was certain of it.

Frankie slowly got up, trying not to wake Lonnie, who was sprawled out beside her, snoring. She stared at him smiling, he really was a gorgeous man. She never realized how long his eyelashes were. His eyes were so naturally intense, it drew her right into the olive green centers. When he stared at her, it was like he could see into her soul. His arms were much more muscular then showed protruding out the sleeves of his uniform; he just looked skinny, but that wasn't the case. He had a very sexy six pack under that cop uniform, and well defined shoulders and biceps', with perfect cuts where each muscle bulged. Veins ran up the length when he flexed them and held her so she couldn't move, and she loved it – loved how he touched her.

She tip-toed to the sitting room and closed the door behind her. Her stomach was growling and she needed some food, but didn't want to call for room service and wake him up. Frankie decide she would just go down and grab a muffin and coffee, or whatever they had out for the continental, and take it outside. Lonnie would find her when he was up, she was sure of that. She always felt like he knew where she was at all times - maybe he did, she'd never know; it was comforting and intrusive all at the same time.

Frankie pulled on a pair of black tights, her docs and an 'Ole Miss hoodie, and slipped quietly through the door, heading down for some sustenance. Passing a man by the elevator with a covered stroller she smiled at him, and he smiled back, rolling it back and forth. The man followed her with his eyes until the doors to the elevator shut, and placed a call when she was out of sight.

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When Frankie reached the lobby the smell of fresh fruit, coffee and pastry made her mouth water and she grabbed a large coffee with two creams, a blueberry muffin, and a fruit cup and headed outdoors with it.

There were random tables on the vast front lawn; some by the entrance where folks with small children monopolized the seating, then some in the middle of the lawn, and others underneath large Southern Red Oak's and Sweetgum's for the shade and wildlife. Frankie walked across the lawn to a two seater under an enormous Southern Red and dug into her food, she was famished from all of last night's activity. Smiling, she sat back on the white cast iron chair, thinking of Lonnie. She laughed out loud recalling her arrest at the Floyd house, and how much of a dick he was; then there was the first look she got of him in the back of the cop car. That's when it started. 'Seems like so long ago now' but in reality, it wasn't at all. So much has happened, never did she picture herself here with him, or with anyone like him. He was her's - her one.

"I love him."

Frankie's already large eyes became larger, and she put down her coffee in surprise and put her hand to her chest. She didn't even dare think those three words, let alone say them out loud – it just came out, as natural as saying please, or excuse me. Emotions were dangerous to her given her current occupation, and she would have to keep them on the low. It would kill her if anything happened to Lonnie because of her. But she did – she did love him. Smiling from ear to ear she sighed thinking of him, and said it out loud again to herself "I love him."

Across the lawn, three men in plain clothes made their way over to the large Southern Red, where Frankie sat drinking her coffee and smiling.

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Lonnie woke up on his stomach and reached his arm across for Frankie, but she wasn't there. He sat up and looked around; groggy he rubbed his eyes and opened them wide to get his focus back. He sat up and called out for her. Nothing. 'Where is she?' He wondered if she was in the shower, he wouldn't be able to hear the water running with the bedroom door shut. Thoughts of last night floated across his mind and he smiled; rolling on his back with his arms behind his head he closed his eyes, remembering how beautiful she looked. Last night was intense; his emotions poured out, the ones normally buried very deep within him. He was possessive, gentle, domineering, rough, and loving - he was all consumed with her. He'd never had that level of intimacy with anyone in his life, except with her.

It was...something else. He couldn't think of a word that described it well enough to do it justice. His feelings for her ran deep, deeper than anyone before her. Lonnie let out a large exhale, he couldn't deny it.

"I love her."

The words were not easy for him to say, he always kept his intense emotions hidden. But he knew she was the one – the one he'd be with for the rest of his life. She could handle his intensity; she could handle his everything. He would devote his entire life to her. He would die for her...

He loved her.

Lonnie smiled and his heart felt full; he felt content - happy, and it was because of her. He wanted her close to him at all times. He wanted to feel her skin on his, her hands on his body, her mouth on him...'She really shouldn't be alone in the shower...' He smirked and got up, wrapping a sheet around his mid-section. Opening the bedroom door he called for her, thinking he'd hear the water, but there was none. He walked into the bathroom and there was no sign of steam on the mirror or window.

"Frankie!" He waited. Nothing. He didn't like this, and his guts started to pull at him.

'Where is she?' He walked a little quicker to the bedroom and put his jeans on, being extra careful with the zipper as he was currently going commando. He went to the door and stepped into the hall, looking both ways for her. The housekeeper vacuuming the rug nodded to him and he said good morning and went back inside. "Maybe she went for a walk, or to eat.." He grabbed his phone off the table with the Zinnia's and texted her. He heard a noise in the bedroom and followed it. Frankie's phone was on top of her purse on the coffee table. She didn't take it.

"Shit"

Lonnie walked to the balcony to see if Frankie was in eye shot of the room. His eyes darted all over the lawn and couldn't see her. There were tables way in the back nine, and some under trees but it was too far for him to see from where he was. He just turned to go in when something caught his eye, and he turned back to have another look out on the lawn. There were three men all walking together toward a large tree that was off to the side and it almost completely covered a table under it, Lonnie could only vaguely see the chair legs. There movements were off, the body language wasn't casual, it was regimented, like they were heading toward someone with intent. His eyes widened and he screamed from the balcony.

"FRANKIE!"

Lonnie flung open the door and sprinted down the hall to the fire exit. He ran down the stairs barefoot and jumped the last few steps to the door at the side. He pushed it open and it smashed off the white brick of the building startling couples walking the grounds there. Bolting around to the front, he jumped over the hedge of boxwoods by the front drive and out onto the lawn. A black Cadillac SUV skidded across the grass tearing up the sod as it screeched to a halt. Lonnie sprinted as fast as he could in bare feet.

"LONNIE!-"

Her scream was cut off by a hand on her mouth. She bit it, and the man backhanded her face.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER! DON'T TOUCH HER!" Lonnie watched in horror as he pushed Frankie in the backseat, then turned to him and fired. Guests screamed and ducked covering their heads. He dove onto the grass and he heard the doors shut as he got up to see the SUV gunning it across the lawn. He leaped up, memorizing the license plate, it was from New York. His hands went to his face and fear gripped his insides. He ran to the front desk, pushing his way to the front of the line.

"Excuse me Sir you'll have to wait like every-"

"I'm Lieutenant Jamison of Sparta P.D. Give me the phone. NOW!"

Flustered, the front desk employee handed him the phone and the guests shook their heads and whispered wondering what was going on.

"Sparta Police Department Parker Will-"

"Parker they took her – Frankie – they took her.. This is the license plate GXE-7392, you got that? It's a New York plate...Parker!"

"Yeah Lonnie I got it, just relax, let me get people on this. Hold the line..."

"Hey y'all listen up! - Frankie's been taken! Lonnie's on the line... Sweet, run this plate-'

"What do you mean taken Parker?" Luann asked confused.

"Kidnapped?" Dee said with the same look on her face.

"Parker gimme the phone. Lonnie, Bubba – what happ- Okay now son, just...just calm down now - we'll find her. What's the make of the car? - okay, how many were there? - Got it-" No we'll come to you. Hold the line Lonnie - Dee, get Hinds County on the line – Madison and Rankin county too – tell them we have a kidnapping at the Fairview Inn there in Jackson. We're looking for a black, Cadillac SUV with New York plates. Number GXE-7392.

"Right away Sir"

"Luann put out a counties wide APB on this vehicle."

"Yes Captain"

"Parker find out where the Chief and Virgil's at and get them caught up. Covey, contact that OPS, let them know what's going on. With all that tech they should be able to pin point where this vehicle is quick."

"Yes Captain."

"Parker, Stay by the phones and do your thing online, and keep us updated. Sweet, you're riding with me. Lonnie you still there? Yes were leaving now. Dee's got Hinds, Madison and Rankin county's on alert, Luann put out an APB on the Caddy, Parker's on the phones and the web – he'll know when they find her Lonnie. Covey is contacting OPS now – hold up Lonnie –

"They're on their way Captain."

"Covey said OPS is on their way to the station now. Lonnie – Lonnie. Listen to me: Look at the data logs for guests and see if that Caddy was registered there. Ask if anyone from out of state reserved a room or rooms in the last two weeks, cross reference those guests with the plate. Get the numbers of hotels, motels anything in a 10 to 20 mile radius of where you are and cross reference those numbers to check outs today. Keep yourself busy, keep your head straight. We'll find her. Sweet and I will be there in an hour."

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Lonnie directed the staff to pull all the data logs for the last two weeks including the vehicle registrations and out of state guest files. The Manager allowed him access to a private conference room on the same floor, and said all the hard copies will be delivered there. She would punch in the passcodes and her user ID so he could access to the computer files and files on the drives. He thanked them for their cooperation and took the elevator back up to the room to get some clothes on.

Walking into the bedroom he stopped dead in his tracks. All he could smell was her, the entire room smelled like her. Light, and a bit sweet, that's what she smelled like, and his heart broke. He slumped down on the bed and ran his hands through his hair and down his face, keeping them there. His elbows were propped up on his knees and he shook his head. They took her, and he couldn't stop them. Rage began to set in his guts. Lonnie backtracked in his mind, speaking out loud to himself to organize his thoughts and keep the bubbling rage and worry at bay for a little longer. He stood and paced around the room, gathering his clothing and putting it on the bed. He didn't notice his feet were cut and bloody from running barefoot trying to get to her, and they left half reddish-brown marks on the carpet.

"When I made the reservations I was at the station with just the officers, so no one there would have done this. The manager here took my reservation personally as she was short staffed that day, so probably not but double check just to be sure. Tracy knew 'cause Bubba knew and was taking my shift. She wouldn't have said anything to her coworkers; they don't know me personally so why would they care? – so that's out. We weren't tailed on the way here, I made sure of that. Frankie had no idea; she was still in the hospital. I said nothing to any of them from OPS, just her Chief..." He paced more, rubbing his face. "It had to of come from her side, someone there, it's the only explanation. But why- why her..." The rage made his hands shake and he clenched his jaw so hard popping noises came from inside of it.

He could still smell the scent of her skin on his hands and he sighed, running them hard down his face. "Frankie where are you..." He asked that question to the empty room like she would somehow answer from wherever she was and he'd rush to her; protect her, keep her safe, have her with him again...

"Wait...just wait a minute..."

Lonnie stopped dead in his tracks and his eyes went wide. "I asked Chief Rizonou if I could take her here. I asked him and told him where we'd be. He's the only one I told, I had to ask permission to take Frankie away - he was the only one who knew from OPS." He ran to the table with the Zinnia's and grabbed his phone "Come on, come on!"

"Bubba here."

"I told Rizonou – I had to get permission to take Frankie here – he's the only one that knew."

"Lonnie you sure."

"Yeah."

"Do you think he told his crew? They would have noticed her missing I reckon..."

"I was told by him he can't disclose where agents are to other agents for safety reasons, unless they have to work together - 'Plausible Deniability'"-

"Yeah that makes sense" Sweet chimed in "If something happens, one doesn't know where the others are and can't tell under duress."

"But they live together." Bubba was confused.

"I think Rizonou meant when they're in the field."

"Yeah but they all live between three houses-

"Two" Bubba looked at Sweet "-Was three but the one on Privet apparently had asbestosis in it."

"Point is" He stared at Sweet "Who said that?"

"I overheard Rizonou telling the Chief when I walked in the office to bring him the files on the ports"

"Rizonou said this"

"Yep"

Bubba squinted his eyes and put that information away in his mind for later, then continued with what he was saying.

"As I was saying; anyone could have bugged the houses – especially before they even got here. "Whoever knew this with Frankie, that she'd be here" Bubba made a circle with his index finger "You can be damn sure they were fixin' to know exactly what that OPS was up too from the beginning."

"But why her?" Lonnie said, not really a question "Why take her? How many are back in Sparta from OPS? They could have had their pick..."

"That's a good question son; we're gonna find that out. Sweet call Parker and see if he found where the Chief and Virgil are at, and have him patch them through; We'll fill them in on what Lonnie told us, and maybe they have some ideas about it; stuff we didn't think of. Lonnie, try and rack your brain – try to remember anything she said to you, even the smallest detail. There may be something in there we can use."

"Yeah. How long 'till you get here?"

"Should be pulling up in 30 minutes."

"If they hurt her Bubba, I swear to the good Lord I will-" The line went dead.

"Lonnie? Lonnie come back..."

"Lieutenant are you there?" All Sweet heard was static. "I don't like this"

"Me neither, flip them bells on Sweet." The police car's sirens rang out, with lights blazing, they flew down the freeway. This wasn't right at all.