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SUMMARY: When a rash of kidnappings hit too close to home for the Halliwells and Oz, can they bring their families and friends together in time to rescue the children?

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Daniel had gone into the village for supplies just that morning and she was fixing breakfast for Treena when they burst in through the front door. Treena screamed as the men wearing masks filled the little cottage.

"Grab the pup. I'll take care of the bitch." Suddenly two arms grabbed Tasha and pinned her against the wall. Her mind flashed back to the night she had been raped and she began to fight. She fought in a blind panic, knowing only that she had to get free and protect Treena.

"MOMMA!! MOMMA!!!" screamed the four-year-old, trying to get away from the man who was holding her.

"DAMN!! The pup bit me!!" A shot rang out. Tasha screamed as she pictured her daughter laying dead on the floor. She slumped in defeat. Whatever they did to her didn't matter if Treena was dead.

"Moron. He should've remembered to knock her out first. Travis, pick her up."

Tasha watched as another man carried the unconcious body of her daughter out the door. The man holding her laughed. "Don't worry, bitch. The whelp lives. For now. Of course, once our clients get a hold of her."

Tasha fought again, trying to get away from this man and rescue her precious daughter. She never saw the rifle butt heading toward her. Her world went black with a flash of pain.

She woke up and looked around at the mess in her little cottage. 'Treena. Where's Treena?' She tried to jump up from the floor only to fall back, groaning as the room started spinning around her. "Treena? Treena, baby. Mommy's looking for you. Come on out, sweetie."

There was no answer. Tasha called for her daughter yet again. Still no answer. Tasha crawled toward the bedroom hoping that Treena had run in there and fallen asleep. She searched the entire cottage without finding her four-year-old.

The dizziness faded as her fear escalated. Treena was gone. She had failed her daughter as badly as she had failed the pack once upon a time. She had failed Daniel. She stood up and went out into the forest to try to track Treena and the men that took her.

When Daniel got back from the village, it was to find the door to the cottage broken in and a dead body on the floor. He scented the air. There had been a fight. That much he could tell.

"Tasha? Treena?" He looked through the cottage and found nothing.

Emotions started welling up in the young man. Emotions that he hadn't felt in a long time. Anger which built slowly into a rage. Fear which built quickly into terror. "Tasha? Tasha, where are you? Tasha?"

He was about to run off into the woods when the female wolf sprinted out and ran towards him, changing shape as she ran. Tasha threw herself into Daniel's arms sobbing.

"They took her, Daniel! They took her! She's gone! I can't find any trace of them!"

"Who? Who took Treena? Where did they go?" He hadn't seen her face yet. He hadn't seen the helpless terror in her eyes or the fact that one of her beautiful eyes was swollen almost shut. Daniel hooked one finger under Tasha's chin and forced her to look at him.

The sight of the bruise on her face made him raise his face to the sky and howl loudly. When he looked back at her, he felt the rage take hold of him. She saw it building and tried to pull away or at least turn from him.

He saw fear well up in her eyes. Fear of him. Fear of what he would do to her for allowing these men to take Treena. "No. Not you. Never you." He took a deep calming breath and then looked back into her eyes allowing her to see that she would not be the recipient of his anger. That, he resolved, would be reserved for the ones who dared to hurt her in this way.

He wrapped his arms around Tasha and held her quietly for a moment. When he pulled back, he had calmed down for the moment. "Let's search the woods again. Maybe we can find a trace of what kind of vehicle they used to get away."

Tasha smiled and wiped her eyes. That was Daniel. Always thinking. Always trying to find out what was going on. She nodded and they both changed shape in order to cover more ground. He took one side of the woods and she took the other. That way they could both cover a lot more territory.

When the two of them came back together shortly after sundown, Daniel had found signs that they had used a helicopter to leave the area. He had already determined that he would go back to the village and contact Giles in England and Angel in LA. Maybe even Buffy in Rome. He would have Giles call Willow though. He couldn't handle that one right now.

Tasha looked so tired. She knew though, that if she was even able to sleep this night, she would wake up constantly with nightmares of the day. She also knew that they had to clean up the cottage. It wouldn't be good if they found Treena only to bring her back to this mess.

"Helicopter. That's what they used. I'm going to go back to the village tomorrow and call Giles and Angel. Maybe they can help."

"Will I ever see my little girl again?" Tasha was on the verge of tears again. She just wanted Treena back where she could wrap her arms around her and hold her tight.

Daniel wrapped his arms around Tasha and pulled her close. "Of course. If I have to hunt these people to the end of the world and beyond, your daughter will rest in your arms again. I promise." With that, the two of them went into the cottage to clean things up a bit.

Daniel and Tasha sat on the couch in front of the fire. She was holding the sandwich he had made for her. Every bite she took stuck in her throat as she thought of her baby. Was she warm enough? Had they fed her? Was she safe? Why did they take her?

Daniel had his arm around her shoulder and her head was nestled into his shoulder. His head was leaning on hers. That was how the sun found them the next morning.

"Giles?"

"Oz? Good Lord! Is it really you?"

"Yeah."

"It's been a long time."

"Yeah. Look, a friend's baby was kidnapped. The guys that did it hurt her and left in a helicopter."

"Dear Lord!"

"She's a true breed werewolf. "

"Bloody Hell!"

"Can you find out anything? Maybe have Willow cast a locator spell?"

"Of course. How is the mother holding up?"

"She's strong. We'll find the baby. But for now she's pretty upset."

"And the child's father? Does he know what happened?"

"Yeah. I do."

"At least she has ---" Just then, it sunk in, what Oz had said. "I'm sorry, Oz. I'll do what I can from here. Are you going to call anyone else?"

"I was going to call Angel. Would you call Buffy and Willow and ask them to keep their eyes open?"

"Certainly. Anything else I can do for you?"

"You know the drill better than I do. Anything you can come up with would be a help."

"Of course. How do I get a hold of you?"

"You can leave a message for me to call you. The villagers will make sure I get it."

"Very well. I'll call Buffy and Willow right away."

"Thank you. I've got to go. I'll call Angel and then get back to Tasha." Giles and Oz hung up and Oz quickly dialed the number for the Hyperion Hotel in LA.

"Hello, Angel. I need some help."