Desha's Reno of the Turks Fan Fiction

Interludes – Scene 8

Scene Notes: What did Elena miss out on while she was off running errands for Tseng?

From Chapter 20: Down to the Market…

“… Back so soon?” Rude greeted him, “You didn’t skip out on Ward after we dropped you off, did you?”

Reno growled something that sounded suspiciously like “Dropped me off, my ass,” and sat down at his desk.

“What exactly did I miss?” Elena asked. She’d left to deliver a stack of requisition forms as a favor to

Tseng before Reno had come in that morning… and apparently had missed out on the fun.

“Don’t worry… I have it on video,” Rude assured her.

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Reno had barely stepped out of the elevator when they came at him, attacking from either side. How long they’d been lying in wait, he had no idea. He was running late this morning, and unless someone had been watching the security cameras – which was a distinct possibility – they wouldn’t have known he was on his way up.

“Hold him down.” The command wasn’t shouted, but spoken forcefully enough that the response was immediate. Reno found himself expertly pinned, facedown, on the cold tile floor and disarmed.

“Goddammit, what the fu– mmph!” His protest was indelicately curtailed when a cloth was stuffed into his mouth and taped in place. Reno thrashed wildly in an attempt to free himself, but it was two against one, and he was on the losing side. Cool metal encircled his wrists, binding his arms behind his back.

“His legs, as well… I’m not taking any chances on him running this time.”

Reno did what he could to voice a complaint… though it was little more than a series of muffled grunts through the gag… as he was stripped of his belt. Moments later, it was used to strap his ankles together. His captors turned him over, and he glared up at them both, a look of pure vitriol in his eyes.

“I am sorry about this Reno, but you’ve left me with no alternative. You’ve been warned repeatedly, and you’ve had ample opportunity to take care of this on your own.”

Reno’s eyes narrowed at the pair of assailants. “Mmph muuh…” His glare deepened. That probably would have sounded a lot more biting if he hadn’t been gagged. His ire was met with a serene smile, and a gentle ruffle of his hair.

“Rude… if you would?”

The bald man snorted softly in amusement, and picked him up. He effortlessly laid him, doubled over, across a shoulder. The trio stepped aboard the elevator, and Tseng pressed a button.

“Mmmph…” Reno groaned, eyes wide, begging Tseng to reconsider.

“Spare me the pleading looks. You’re going.” Tseng crossed his arms as the elevator doors closed and the car began its decent. “Really, Reno… I will never understand why you always insist on making such a production of this.”

The redhead whimpered softly, squirming uncomfortably in Rude’s grip.

“Well, if you weren’t so prone to disappearing, I wouldn’t have to resort to such drastic measures.”

The elevator chimed as it reached the floor. Tseng stepped out ahead of them, leading the way down the hall, and Reno cringed as they arrived at an all-too-familiar door at the end of it. He wondered briefly whether or not he’d have time to get loose before his partner recovered if he were to throw himself to the ground, and tested the give on his handcuffs. They were tight. Much too tight to work his way out of without hurting himself.

He moaned in frustration as they stepped through the door.

“Ah… I see yeh’ve brought me a little present…” a lilting female voice teased. From his current position, he couldn’t see who’d spoken, but he didn’t need to. It was a voice he recognized. “Well, set him down on the table, then…”

Reno grunted as he was roughly dropped on the the scratchy white sheet that covered the padded surface. Rude patted him on the shoulder.

“Mmphmuh…” The incoherence didn’t seem to matter. Rude chuckled at the attempted insult.

“One redhead… as requested. You may release him at your leisure,” Tseng said, offering the handcuff key to Dr. Ward.

“Thank yeh… Shouldn’t take long. I’ll have him back to yeh before yeh know it. Provided he cooperates, of course.”

Tseng nodded to Rude, who carefully pulled the tape away from Reno’s mouth and removed the gag.

“Traitor…” he hissed at his partner, a petulant note to his voice. The bald Turk smiled.

“It’s for your own good,” Rude replied, smirking at the younger man’s sour expression. Reno growled indignantly.

“Alright, enough of yer teasin’. I’ve got a patient to see ta. Off with yeh both.” The physician shooed the two men out, and turned back to Reno, wagging a stern finger at him. “And as for you… I want no trouble from yeh.”

“Don’t ‘spose I can talk ya into just lettin’ me go back upstairs… No one would ever know. I’m perfectly healthy, Doc!”

Dr. Ward cast him a warning glance before releasing him from his restraints with practiced ease.

“Yer due for an exam and a tetanus vaccination, and that’s exactly what yer getting. And if yeh behave yerself, you’ll get yer treat when I’m done,” she said, firmly. She pressed a neatly folded gown against his chest. “Now… yeh know the drill.”

Ward disappeared behind the privacy screen, leaving Reno to himself. He sighed in resignation and began to undress.

“The things I do for a fuckin’ piece of candy…” he muttered.

~fin~