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I Would Do Anything For You	By : tj Category: +M through R > Real Adventures of Jonny Quest, The Views: 3344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Jessie,” he whispered against her lips and slipped a hand between her legs. Hearing her call him ‘sir’ set him off again. “I want you again. I can’t get enough…”
“Take me…I’m yours.”
“Say it again?” he asked, licking the hollow of her neck and then hovering over her lips waiting until she did.
She moaned when he plunged two fingers inside her with no warning. The moment made more intense because of the way he was looking at her. “I can’t come again,” she whimpered against his lips, but she still instinctively moved with his hand. “How do you want me?”
“Slow,” he exhaled. “Lazy and long,” he grinned and she melted into him. “Say it again.”
“Jonathan Benton Quest,” she gasped. “I’m yours…forever.”
“I bet I can make you come again,” he challenged, burying his head in her neck and kissing every inch of exposed skin.
“That’s not a bet I’ll try to win,” she smiled and then scratched her nails down his back. It hurt a little and he growled. She laughed.
“You’re evil,” he teased and she quieted him by kissing him deeply. Then she pulled her hands forward and over his hips, ghosting over his dick and scratching her nails up his abs, over his pecs and into his hair, pulling at the roots. He loved her hands in his hair. “I love it when you do that,” he admitted, trapping her bottom lip roughly between his teeth and then kissing it softly in apology.
They just made out for a while. Intensely. Passionately. Lovingly and then back to intense.
Surprising him, she rolled away and onto her back deliberately.
“What are you doing?” he groaned, reaching forward to bring her lips back to his, but she stopped him.
“I promised you a few months ago you could watch me,” she made herself moan at the thought, lifting her gaze to meet his. His stare widened noticeably and she saw his breath hitch. She planned to put on a show for him.
“Fuck yes,” he whispered.
She began by pressing the heel of her palm between her breasts and then slowly trailing it down her body, arching her hips up against an invisible force. “Jonny.” She dipped a finger into her wetness and traced it back up her body and around her nipple, while her other hand took the same path. Jonny watched entranced as she made herself cry out in pleasure under her own ministrations. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and she was getting louder. Then her hand headed south again.
“Holy shit,” he rolled on top of her.
“JONNY,” she called out. Startled and out of breath. She quickly found her arms pinned above her head and her hips pinned down by his. “I thought you wanted to watch.”
“I thought I did too, but I’d rather participate,” he swallowed.
“Hmm,” she smiled and relaxed as he rolled them back to their sides and threw her leg over his hip. “What are you doing, babe?” She could feel him. Hard and ready because of her. Hands now framing her face.
“What are you thinking right now?” he wanted to know.
“Just how happy I am,” the smile on her face grew.
“Tell me,” he insisted.
“I love you so much,” she breathed out.
“I love you too, baby.”
“You’re my favorite person,” she panted right against his lips and felt him grin.
“You’re my best friend,” he whispered and slowly ran a hand from her face to the ankle she was digging into his back.
“I…ahhh.” He sank deep inside her. “Jonny…I missed you every second I was away.”
He set a slow and steady rhythm. She was focusing hard to ignore her instincts. She was trying to be patient and give him what he wanted, but her instincts always screamed at her to rush to the finish line like she might miss it otherwise.
“Jonny,” she cried out. He bit her earlobe lightly and felt her earring graze against his teeth.
“My beautiful impatient girl,” he murmured. “How did I get so fucking lucky?”

"Jonathan Benton Quest," she gasped. "I'm yours…forever."
"You're being such a jerk right now," she yelled.
"I love you," she whispered.
"Is it worth risking our future? Please stop," she cried.
"I love being yours," she admitted.
"I'm sorry, Jonny. Yell at me if it will make you feel better," she apologized.
"I love the way your dick tastes," she teased.
"Sorry being with me is so hard," she yelled.
"I love you all the way," she promised.
"Don't twist my fucking words," she shouted.
"God, I'm yours Jonny," she moaned softly.
Then she started screaming, but it was not in pleasure. It was desperate. "Jonny."
"JONNY."
He was startled awake from a deep sleep and shot up into a sitting position, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. It took a few calming breaths before he realized that it was just a disturbing dream. A quick look to his left told him it was still dark outside.
"Baby?" he reached to his right, but her side of the bed was empty. "Babe?" he leaned forward and was confused when he saw that the bathroom door was open. 'Why is she in the other room?' he thought, getting out of bed and throwing his boxers back on. "What are you doing in here?" he laughed as he walked into the next room, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Is this another surprise because I could definitely get into it?"
"Babe?" he called out again with no answer. His heart rate tripled when he realized she was not in either room. Something did not feel right. "Jess?" he swallowed, turning himself back around into her room. Then he saw the note on her pillow and sat down on her side of the bed to read it.
Morning sexy,
Mary woke me with a barrage of texts about watching the sunrise. You know how she is! I'm gonna take her to my new favorite spot on the beach (thanks to you). If you're reading this…come meet us…or go back to sleep and wait for me to wake you up like this...
I love you, baby.
'You're fucking losing it,' he rubbed a hand over his face in agitation and then grinned as he thought about how to fill in the blank space she left for him. A ringing from the other room brought Jonny out of his revere. He rushed to find his phone and then laid down on his bed when he saw that her beautiful face filled the screen.
"Morning love," he hummed.
"JONNY."
"Mary?" he asked in confusion and stood up slowly. All of the color left his face. "Wha…What is it? Is Jess okay?" He switched the phone to speaker and began to dress immediately. He had to get down to that beach. He should have trusted his instincts. She needed him. "Mary…SPEAK," he yelled.
"I don't know. It…it happened so fast," she stuttered nervously.
'Keep it together, Quest.'
He had to tell himself that before rushing out of the room. 'She needs you. Keep it together.'
"Mary," he started again calmly. "Please take a moment and then tell me what happened. I need to know everything."
"I…I'm. He just took her. HE JUST TOOK HER…"
"Who?" Jonny rushed. 'Is Tyler capable of something like this?' he wondered and hoped. Tyler would be easy to handle. "Mary?" he urged when she did not respond fast enough.
"He took her right in front of me," she cried.
'Shit. She's in shock.'
"Mary…listen to me," Jonny heaved. He was running as fast as he could to close the two mile distance. "You are safe and I will be there in a few minutes to help you, but I need you to help me right now. How much time has gone by since she was taken?"
"Three…three minutes at the most," she stumbled. Jonny immediately started the stopwatch on his phone. "I tried to follow," she continued. "I tried. I was down by the ocean and she was back by the sand dunes. I tried, but he shot at me. He shot…"
"Are you hurt?"
"No. I ran. I'm sorry. I ran away," she cried. "I just grabbed the phone and called you."
"You did the right thing," he soothed. "What else can you tell me?"
"Should I start walking toward you?"
"No. Stay where you are," he ordered and then ran even faster. "I need you to show me what you saw."
"What if he comes back?" her voice shook.
"He won't," Jonny said firmly.
"You can't know that."
"I know I'll be there in five minutes," he swore. "…and I won't let anyone hurt you."
"Alright."
"Now…please," he almost begged. "Can you tell me anything else?"
"He…he was in all black and very tall. At least two fifty. I didn't see his face, but I think he was Hispanic. It was dark though so I'm not sure, Jonny."
"Okay…Did he hurt her? Is she hurt?"
"I don't know," Mary was crying again. "She wasn't fighting back though. He must have done something to her."
Jonny felt his heart drop at that statement because he knew it was true. She would have fought like hell unless she was not physically able. He focused on ignoring the burn in his thighs as he listened to Mary sob uncontrollably. A mental checklist began to form in his head. Time was critical and he could not afford to lose a second. He needed Race and his father working on their end. He likely needed the police, but he would let Race make that call. He knew he could use Hadji's help, but his brother was still a few hours away. They needed to tap into street cameras. It was early and there should not be many cars on the road. They needed to see if they could track her signal. She did not have her phone, but she almost always wore the earrings with GPS that her father had given her and he knew she had them on when she fell asleep. A quick check of the stopwatch told him that eleven minutes had gone by. Mary should be close.
"Mary?" he called out.
"Here," she responded desperately from a few feet away and then barreled into him once he was close enough. He pushed her back so she was at arm's length and he could see her eyes. He felt bad, but he did not have time to comfort her.
"Show me?" he demanded.
Mary ran about fifteen feet to her left with Jonny close behind. "She was sitting right here," Mary pointed down. "I was out by the ocean like I said. I asked her something. I can't even remember what is was…"
"That's not important," Jonny cut in. "What else?"
"I turned around because she didn't answer. That's when I saw them. He already had Jess in his arms and was turning away." At this point, Mary started running toward the tree line where the sand began. "I screamed at him. He paused for second and turned around, but it was too dark to really see him. I started to run toward them and he sprinted over here through the trees. Then he shot right here," she pointed to the bullet hole in the tree. Judging by the size of the hole, it looked like a 9mm to Jonny.
"Do you have your purse?" Jonny asked. She nodded that she did. "Go get it."
He pulled out his pocket knife and carved the bullet out of the tree, letting it drop into his shirt without touching it. He rolled it into Mary's purse when she came back and then put both hands on her shoulders.
"Thank you," he swallowed. "I need you to do me a few more things."
"Anything," she choked out. "I want to help. Should I call the police?"
"No. Call Race. His number is in Jessie's phone. Keep calling him until he picks up and please run back to the hotel as fast as you can while you do it. You'll be safe. This guy isn't coming back. Tell Race every word of what you just told me and tell him to call me as soon as you are done. He will handle the police. Give him the bullet when you see him, but don't touch it. Go," he gave her a gentle push and then ran in the opposite direction through the trees as fast as his legs would allow. The branches slapping him in the face as he went did not slow him down in the slightest. The only thing he could feel was his heart racing and all he could think about was her face.
By the time he cleared the last tree, there was just enough daylight for him to see where he was clearly. He began to catalog everything around him. It was the end of a black top road. A yellow 'No Outlet' sign was in his line a vision. Right at his feet was the start of visible tire tracks. He knew they belonged to a large vehicle. He took a picture and texted it to Race, who would know what it meant soon enough.
Then he took off at a run again. At the end of the road, about a quarter mile from the tire tracks, was a convenience store. 'Please be open. Please be open," he thought and then glanced at his phone again. Sixteen minutes.
He sighed in relief when he saw the surveillance camera hanging from the top of the building and again when he pushed through the door of the convenience store with no resistance. He threw his hands in the air as soon as he caught sight of the attendant behind the counter. He knew he looked desperate and did not want to scare the man. "Sir. I need help. Please tell me the camera outside is recording…Whoa…," he held his arms up higher when the man pulled a gun. "I'm not armed," Jonny yelled, pulling up his t-shirt slowly and spinning around. "My girlfriend was just abducted from the beach," Jonny pointed in the direction of the beach. "The car must have passed by here a few minutes ago. The police are on the way. I just want to speed up the process. Please…if you think your cameras may have caught it, then please check or let me check. It was less than twenty minutes ago."
Jonny saw doubt in the man's eyes. They were a deep brown and untrusting.
"Why did it take you so long to get here?" the man interrogated and kept his gun aimed. "It does not take twenty minutes to run here from the beach?"
Jonny had to think on his feet. The full truth would take time to explain and he was losing precious time. "We were watching the sunrise. This guy came out of nowhere and hit me on the back of the head," Jonny improvised. "I must have been out for a few minutes. I've been running around trying to find help. I'm not from around here. I called the police as soon as I saw this place so I knew where to tell them to come."
Jonny still saw doubt in his eyes. He also saw the picture that the man kept behind the counter of a beautiful young woman. He assumed it was the man's wife. "Call the police yourself if you don't believe me," he bluffed. "Please," Jonny pointed to the man's picture. "Please…I love her and someone took her from me. Every minute counts."
"Alright," the man conceded and lowered the weapon. "Come with me."
"Thank you," Jonny sighed and followed him to the back. The man quickly unlocked and opened a small door, which revealed all of the surveillance equipment. It was very outdated. "Can you please rewind about twenty minutes on the camera outside?" he asked and then held his breath as the video zoomed in front of him.
He did not like having time to think because his mind got cloudy and went to the worst possible place. If his mind was cloudy, then he could miss something. This did not feel real to him. She was in his arms a heartbeat ago. "Jonny," he could hear her voice like she was next to him.
'Keep it together. You can't fall apart. She needs you.'
"Right there," Jonny jumped at the sight of a black van appearing on the screen. "Scroll back a few seconds and pause. Can you print this?" Jonny asked once the vision was clear on his screen.
"No," the man shook his head.
"Okay," Jonny sighed. "Can you keep this picture up for the police?"
"Of course."
"What's your name?"
"Amir," he nodded.
"Thank you Amir," Jonny stuck out his hand and Amir accepted the gratitude. "My name is Jonny. Jonny Quest and I'm staying at the Ritz Carlton. Can I borrow your car? I promise to return it unharmed. I need to try to…"
"I understand…I would do the same, but yes please return it unharmed as this is my only car," Amir smiled and held up his keys.
"Thank you so much," Jonny grabbed them and ran for the car. He saw from the video that the van made a right turn so he decided to head in that direction toward the nearest bridge off the island. The speed limit was 25 mph. He was hoping that this bastard was driving the speed limit to avoid attention so he kicked it up to 80 mph to make up the difference. He would have gone faster, but Amir's car definitely could not handle faster. There were not many cars on the road. Each time he saw head lights or tail lights his heart jumped.
Twenty three minutes. His throat felt like it was closing.
'Stay strong for me, baby. I'm coming.'
He was about to call Race when his phone lit up.
"Race," he cleared his throat as he tore by another car. "He's driving a black van. A Nissan. Georgia plates…license number B as in boy, V as in Victor, N as in Nancy, zero, eight, nine…two. Did you get that?"
"Yes…where are you?" he yelled.
"I'm on the parkway headed toward the bridge," he yelled back. "I haven't seen anything. Did you get my dad yet? I need him to check traffic cams. The ones by the bridges and marinas first. I don't even know if I'm headed in the right fucking direction anymore. It's been almost a half hour."
"Jonny…calm down," Race ordered. "You're on speaker and you're dad is running the plates as we speak."
"Did you call the cops?"
"Yes. They're closing the bridges and sending men to all the docks. Come back to the hotel so we can figure this out."
"I can't," he choked out. "I have to keep moving. I know I'm close. Dad, anything?"
"This car was stolen from a school three days ago," Benton responded. "Jonny, please come…"
"DON'T WASTE YOUR BREATH," Jonny screamed. "Help me, dad. The van could still be on the road. Connect to IRIS and have her do the scan."
"I'm working on it…"
"Can you find the signal from her earrings?" Jonny interrupted and then blew passed another car, the honking horn followed.
"Jonny be careful," Benton ordered.
"Her earrings?" Jonny repeated.
"Are you sure she's wearing them?" Race asked. "I'm not picking anything up."
"I'm positive," he huffed in frustration and then a memory from the night before assaulted him.
"Jonny," she cried out. He bit her earlobe lightly and felt the earring graze against his teeth.
"I'm positive," he said again. "NOW WHERE IS SHE?"
"I'm not getting anything," Race growled in annoyance and then slammed his fist down on the desk. Jonny heard the sound reverberate through the phone and then a knock on the door. "Shit. I have to go deal with the local cops. Jonny, be careful. Don't do anything fucking stupid. If you find anything, call me. That is not a request."
"Sir," he responded. "Dad?" he asked frantically.
"It's gonna take some time, son. I'm sorry."
"I'm scared."
"I know."

"What are you doing to find my daughter?" Race asked. He was angry before they even opened their mouths. They were both very junior.
"Can we do this in your room, sir?"
"No," Race crossed his arms. He did not want them distracting Benton. "What are you doing to find my daughter?" he asked again.
"We need more information, sir."
"I already relayed all that I know to your superior," Race sneered. "Making me repeat myself is very inefficient. Tell me what you need so I can get back to searching."
"We need you to stay out of it, sir. This is a police matter."
Race was distracted then by his door opening behind him. "I found the van," Benton announced softly, handing over a piece of paper and then rushing to get back to his son.
"Get your sheriff on the line," Race ordered. "Please."

Twenty seven minutes. The sun was up now.
'She should still be in bed with me. Safe with me,' he thought. 'Keep it together.'
"How much longer, pop?"
"Jonny…the police are handling it."
"You found something?" he asked hopefully. "How close am I?" he demanded.
"Come back and I'll tell you everything."
"Dad…what are you doing? I know you're tracking my fucking phone, SO TELL ME WHERE SHE IS."
"The police are handling it."
"She…I may be closer," he tried to reason. "She could be hurt. Tell me."
"Son..."
"DAD," he yelled. "Do you not understand what is happening? What could be happening to her?"
"I know you're not thinking clearly…,"
"Not thinking clearly?" he cut in. "Every piece of hard evidence we have at the moment is because of me. I know exactly what I'm doing and I know I'm closer to her right now than anyone else. I can feel it."
His father remained silent on the other end.
"Dad," he begged. "Please."
"No Jonny."
"You better walk in the opposite direction the next time you see me," he warned. "WHERE'S RACE?" he then yelled.
"He's still speaking with the police," Benton sighed.
"Bullshit…if he was there when you gave them any information…

"Benton," Race charged back into the room to grab his keys and phone. "I'm headed out there. If…"
"Race?" Jonny fought to keep his voice calm. "Where is the van? I'm closer."
Race gave Benton a confused look before responding. "The corner of…"
"Race don't," Benton interrupted. "I don't want him going off half-cocked and getting hurt."
"The corner of Atlantic and Tarpon," Race told Jonny firmly. "You're only three miles away. Call me when you get there and be careful," Race hung up. He needed to make a few more calls.
"What the hell are you doing?" Benton followed Race from the room in anger.
"Finding MY KID. What are you doing?"
"Why would you tell him where the van is?"
"Why would you allow that animal one minute longer than necessary with my daughter?" Race roared as he pushed the elevator button in frustration and then punched the wall when the doors did not open immediately.
"So it's acceptable to put MY KID in danger to accomplish that?" Benton accused as Race stalked onto the elevator with a determined look. "Answer me."
"Jonny knows how to take care of himself and her," Race looked Benton right in the eye as he responded. "I taught him how."
Race was moving again with the elevator. He dialed her number by memory and she picked up on the first ring.
"Jade, I need a list of all your contacts in the Jacksonville area ASAP. I can't explain now."
"Done," she responded simply. "Call me later."
"Thank you." His old boss was his next call. He knew he did not have much time before Jonny called him back.
"Race, old buddy."
"This isn't a social call, Phil. I need you and your resources on call. I may need help."
"Is it Benton?"
"No. Jess," he growled. "I'll let you know what I need."
He still had to call Hadji and Estella, but that would have to wait.

Jonny's adrenaline shot through the roof when he saw the van. He knew he was supposed to call Race, but Race would just tell him to wait for back-up. He could not wait. He did not hear sirens yet and he knew that Race was at least ten minutes away. He popped Amir's trunk and was grateful to find a tire iron. He approached the van slowly. He kept his eyes on the windows for any sign of movement, but did not see any indication that someone was still in there. When he reached the driver's side window, he peaked in. Nothing. Then he placed his hand on the hood. Still warm. She was close. He crouched and ran past the front of the van, looking underneath and around the passenger side. Nothing.
He needed to get into the back. He kept low and moved to the rear passenger side tire. Then he slammed the tire iron as hard as he could into the side of the van and waited. Nothing.
'Move,' he told himself. 'Fucking move.'
He sprang up and tried pulling on the back doors. Locked. 'Fuck.' He raced to the front again and tried the driver's side door. Locked. 'So much for remaining low key,' he thought as he smashed the window and then opened the door wildly to unlock the back.
The musty smell is what hit him first as he scrambled into the van. A quick scan told him that only two things had been left behind. An empty syringe, which he immediately pocketed and a small pool of blood in the back right corner. Still wet. His hand hovered over it for a moment and then he pressed his hand into it. 'She's hurt.'
"Will you…always protect me?" she asked in a sing-song voice as they walked along the Rockport promenade. Her senior prom was still in full swing, but they had never planned on staying long. She had a surprise for him.
She had also been peppering him with questions like that one for the last mile. "Will you?" she smiled.
"With my life," he swore, pulling her close.
"So serious," she kissed him soundly.
"So drunk," he teased. "I can't believe you are such a light weight, baby. Let's get you something to eat."
"We are almost there and I have food waiting," she promised.
"Where are you taking me?" he asked. "Do you even remember?"
"I most certainly do, babe. Right there," she turned around in his arms and pointed to the Whitmore Hotel.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear. "Come on," he pulled her along. "The sooner I sober you up, the sooner I can take advantage of you."
The sound of sirens in the distance brought him out of the memory.
Thirty six minutes.
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