You were a criminal, and Alec had had just about enough of you. He'd been hunting you down for months, but it seemed like every time he was close to catching you, you slipped away, falling through his fingers like sand in a sieve.

Finally, he'd tracked you down. There was nowhere for you to go. He parked a block away so that you wouldn't be suspicious, walked up to your door, and knocked. Better to have you open the door before announcing who he was, lest you make a break for it.

When the door swung open, he barely got his name out before you clocked him with a baseball bat. Not good for him. Honestly, it was the oldest trick in the book and he really should have known better, but he was just so damn tired of looking for you...

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His vision went black, and the next thing he knew, he was in a chair, wrists tied behind his back and ankles tied to the two front legs of the chair. A length of rope went around his middle, securing him to the chair in just one more way. A piece of tape covered his mouth, and he just knew it would hurt like hell when it came off. Why couldn't he have shaved that morning?

Whilst he was pondering his current predicament, you stepped into view from the darkness of whatever room you had stuffed him in. Probably the basement, if your rather cliché entrance was anything to go by. You reached out and ripped the tape off of his mouth, smiling like the cat that ate the canary even as he winced in pain.

Alec fixed you with a dirty look, imagining your sorry arse behind bars. He couldn't be tied up. He had a daughter to take care of! She'd worry herself sick if he didn't come home. However, he didn't say anything. He'd let you go first.