Hi, well that's my first fanfic. Hope you'll like it!

Pairing: Brenda/Flynn

When she woke up, she had a bad headache and she felt sick. She had no idea what happened but somehow she knew that there was something wrong. There was something totally wrong. "Where am I?", she asked herself. She sat up and tried to find something familiar. Something that would gave her an idea of orientation. But there was nothing. Suddenly she heard a voice. " Ah, you're awake, Just-Brenda." Just-Brenda? Her heart stocked. Bill Crowlick. But that was impossible. This man leaved LA three years ago… She tried to not get panic. " Thought you would be on Hawaii, enjoying the sun, having fun with half naked women.", she said, trying to hide her fear. Bill laughed out loud and she realized that he was standing behind her. "You're so funny. But you're right: that was exactly, what I'd planed to do." – "And what's the matter?" He giggled: "Well, I missed you, Just-Brenda." She felt his breath in her neck and heard his voice whispering into her ear: "I like your smell. It turns me on." Brenda remembered the poor women he killed in such a cruel way and it sent shivers down her spine. "Did you say the same to the other women, you killed? Is it your way of fun?", she asked. " No, I didn't have fun with them. They were boring and cried all the time. But you're different. You're a big girl. And you're hot, as I like it.", he smiled. "Maybe a little bit too hot." she warned and tried to beat him. But he'd expected that reaction and hugged her tightly. "Oh yeah, fight. That's great!" Brenda felt tears in her eyes. That's just a terrible nightmare, she said to herself. It's not real. But she knew, she was wrong. She knew when Bill took out a lighter and held it right in front of her eyes. "What do you want, Bill?", she asked desperately. He grinned: "You'll see, honey. You'll see. But now, you have to sleep." he put on the lighter, "Have a good night, my sweet Just-Brenda."

Meanwhile in the murder room of Major Crimes…

Flynn was angry. Since three days they were trying to find out what happened to Chief Johnson. But it didn't work! It was not difficult to find suspects because there were thousands of people which wanted her death. But to find the right guy was nearly impossible. " But there has to be a way to find the Chief.", he said. Silence. "She's missing over a week now. You know, what that means, Flynn.", mumbled Provenza and looked unhappily. Of course he did! But he didn't want to think about it. He couldn't bear the thought, Chief Johnson – Brenda – might could be dead. He couldn't bear the thought, they'd probably find her dead body one day. As if he had read his thoughts, David Gabriel suddenly took the word: " Flynn is right. We shouldn't give up. The Chief is still alive – I know that because she's the toughest woman, I've ever met. And if not…well, then we have to find her too. She deserves it.", he smiled sadly, "I owe so much to her. She was always there whenever I needed help. If you wanna give up, do it. But I will search for her until I find her. Cause now she needs me!"

Flynn was impressed by the young man. He saw the fire in his eyes, which expressed, that he were prepared to go to any length. David wasn't the shy little boy anymore. He was a man with honor. Like him. "You're right", Flynn said and jumped up, "I'll come with you. Gosh, we'll find her!"