I'd been thinking of writing something like this for a while, and while watching the rerun of Young Hearts Spark Fire tonight, I finally got something concrete to work on. This is going to be three chapters probably, to be published (hopefully) in the next week or so.

Paige's head was throbbing.

This didn't exactly happen often, but she'd had this headache before. She'd banged her head on something, but she couldn't for the life of her think of what. She'd had a very pleasant evening, watching a movie with Ralph and going to bed early, and all she had done this morning was take him to school and stop to get color coordinated post it notes before work…

Paige frowned. She wasn't in the garage, nor was there any reason she should be laying on the floor of a dimly lit room at all, much less at this time of the day.

Suddenly, it hit her that this was absolutely not someplace she had consented to being, and a muffled scream forced its way through the material that had been shoved into her mouth as she came full consciousness and realized she was bound and gagged. Struggling into a sitting position, eyes wide, gag preventing her panicked sounds from going far, she looked wildly around.

Where the Hell am I? How did I get here?

She frantically thought about what she remembered last. She was at the office supplies store, Walter had called her about a case and she was trying to access his second voicemail when a voice had come over the store intercom. She'd shoved her phone down her shirt, held in place by her bra, and tried to act as if the sound hadn't startled her. She paid…she was walking to her car…

Everything was fuzzy after that.

She stood, noticing a small amount of light coming from up above. A window. Gathering herself, Paige jumped in the air. Her hands weren't free to hold herself up for a better view, but it didn't matter – all she had was a view of the landscaping and that wasn't going to help her any. What she needed to do was get free and get help.

Paige tried to use her tongue to push what she thought was a crumpled up T-shirt from her mouth, gagging at the effort. She glanced around. Her wallet was not there, nor any sign of her purse. A slight shifting of weight told her that her phone was still lodged nicely between her breasts – an advantage, if she could get to it. She wiggled her hands, desperate to loosen the ropes. If Toby was here, he'd suggest that whoever had taken her was no stranger to crime – she was bound, had no memory of her abduction, and was clearly in a secluded hiding spot – but who wasn't used to kidnappings and the like, as her hands were tied in front of her. If she could get the shirt out of her mouth, she could use her teeth to help with the knots. Allowing her gag reflex to take over, Paige coughed and vomited; the shirt was forced out of her mouth. Her first instinct was to do what she did in most intense situations – make noise – but she stopped herself, doubting anyone would hear her who was interested in helping her out.

She raised her wrists to her mouth and began tugging at the knots.

"This is definitely our guy," Agent Cody said, pointing to one of the suspects on his whiteboard. "Logan Ammo."

"Logan Ammo?" Toby said. "Why not Logan TNT? He is a bomber after all…"

"This isn't the funniest situation I've ever been in," Cody said, "but I can wait until you're finished."

"I'm not sure I like your teacher attitude," Toby said.

"Cool it." Cabe addressed Cody with raised eyebrows. "So that's the guy who has threatened to set off four bombs in the Los Angeles area. But his social media and friends are giving no inkling that he might be wanting to end his life. So how does he do it?"

"He's planning on detonating the bombs from his safe house," Cabe said. He zoomed in on the screen. "It's that one, that wooden house with all the yellow flowers out front. It's definitely out of the city."

"How can you tell those are flowers from that grainy ass picture?" asked Cody.

Cabe didn't blink. "Could be tree blossoms. Could be poorly maintained grass. Does it really matter?"

"The bombs will go off in forty five minutes if you correctly interpreted his coded message," Merrick said.

"Of course we correctly interpreted it," Toby said, "we're brilliant." He cleared his throat. "Um, but also, he didn't even make up a complex code. He wanted us to decode it, he wants us to know what he's planning."

"So what we do now," Cabe added, "is some of us try to figure out where the bombs are located so we can disarm them, while others try and talk this guy down. He's angry about something. If we can reach out to him we might be able to get him to not detonate the explosives."

There was a shrill ringing sound, and everyone jumped. "God," Happy said, frustrated with herself.

Walter fished his phone out of his pocket. "Oh," he said, moving away from the group, I gotta take this."

"Come on, come on, pick up." Paige paced the small room, still shivering. If she stayed on the left side of the room – the East side? – she had a signal. "Come on!"

Her phone had given her a brief scare, taking away the elation she'd had at getting a hand free and able to reach it. The phone had sweat on the touch screen and wouldn't work until she'd found a dry part of her shirt – where had she been? – to clean it with. Now, Walter was the one scaring her.

Then she heard his voice. "Hello. Paige?"

"Walter," she said in a stage whisper. "Walter, thank God, listen, I've been abducted."

"Abducted?" his tone changed. "Where is Ralph?"

"He's at school, at least…" she sucked in a breath, "at least I think he's at school. Oh god, what if he came back and took him too?"

"Paige," Walter said, "it's going to be okay. Tell me, are you restrained?"

"I'm locked in a room. It looks like it was a pantry at some point. Nothing on my feet; my hands were tied and I had a gag but…" Paige decided not to explain to him how she still had her phone.

"Can you see anything? Any windows, any indication of where you are?"

"There's a small window up top in here," Paige said. "If I jump, I can see out of it."

"Okay, can you do that for me?"

"There's not much to see," Paige said. "I think we're in the woods…it's secluded…oh," she said, "there are a ton of yellow flowers in the yard, that I can tell you. Listen to me, call Ralph's school!"

"What?"

Walter's sharp voice momentarily distracted the others from their conversation, but they turned back to one another when he fell silent. "So if we can't talk him down," Cody said, "we'll take out the house. There's very few windows and they're small, so we can't get a visual, but the military has equipment that can make him and his cave into nothing in a matter of seconds."

"We can't do that."

The team and FBI agents once again all turned to look at Walter, who was approaching them with wide eyes. "What do you mean, son?" Cabe asked.

"Paige," Walter said. "He has Paige. She's in that house." He pointed to the grainy image on Cabe's screen. "That...that house."