A/N: This is my first BB fic, so let me know what I did wrong. (I usually do Castle/Criminal Minds/Leverage). I'm not promising regular updates here, because school starts for me soon. But hang in there. Nothing much to say but R&R. Spanks! :{)

"Posters hung on building walls of missing faces, months go by without the cause, the clues, or traces. It's so wrong, but you'll see, never gonna let you take my world from me."-Daughtry

Danny heard the front door glide open from the kitchen. He set down his knife and spun on his heel to open the fridge.

"Hey babe," he called, "I have to get back out there. Just stopping in for lunch." Linda didn't respond, and Danny figured that she hadn't heard him. He shrugged and shut the fridge door with his hip. And then something made him stop.

"Linda!" he said loudly, striding out of the kitchen, "Didn't you take Sean on his field trip today?" Nothing. The front door stood wide open. Automatically, Danny drew his gun and took a cautious step forward.

"Who's in here?" he shouted, making a quick sweep of the room. Nothing seemed out of place-

"Drop your gun." Detective Reagan sighed when his assailant pressed the cold metal of the gun against the back of his head. Raising his hands above his head, he made a move before he could think it through. The intruder caught him with ease and sent him flying into the opposite wall. His gun was gone. He struggled to grasp for something, anything to defend himself with. His fingers had just closed around a metal picture frame when he received a blow from behind. His mind told him to get back up and fight. His body disagreed. He collapsed at the feet of his attacker. Before everything went black, he murmured one thing.

"Linda..."

"Damn it, Danny," Linda sighed, hanging up her phone for the sixth time in as many minutes.

"What's wrong mom?" Jack asked, climbing into the front seat of the car. She kissed him on the cheek briefly and studied her phone worriedly.

"Nothing sweetheart. How was your day?" He looked at her for a moment longer before he smiled and launched into an account of the school day. Sean interrupted his brother and showed him what he'd gotten on his field trip to the zoo. Linda tried Danny's cell one last time. It rang all the way to voicemail. She hung up. It was better than going straight to voicemail, right? He was probably just busy. But still...something, some horrible thought continued to bother her.

"Buckle up, boys." She would drop them off at the sitter's. And then she'd go to the precinct.

Jackie tossed her cell on the desk and leaned back in her chair so far that it was in danger of snapping in half.

"Where the hell are you, Reagan?" she murmured. He was supposed to have met her back in the precinct twenty minutes ago. It just wasn't like him.

"Jackie!" She started so suddenly that she nearly fell out of her chair. Jackie whipped around. Linda stood at her desk, and she scrambled to her feet.

"Mrs. Reagan," she greeted her cautiously.

"Have you heard from Danny at all today? He's not picking up his cell. I figured the two of you were out..." she trailed. Jackie tapped her fingers on the desk.

"So you haven't heard from either? He was supposed to meet me here." She sighed and sat back down, gesturing to Danny's vacated seat across from her.

"When's the last time you heard from him?"

"Two-thirty. You?"

"Not since this morning." Jackie dropped her head in her hands and then got back up again.

"You check your house?" Linda nodded.

"He's not there." Her voice trembled. "Should I call...?" This time Jackie nodded.

"I think you'd better."

Baker was midway through reciting the remainder of the Commissioner's schedule when his phone rang. As he glanced down at the caller ID, he allowed a mild look of surprise to cross his face.

"That'll be all Baker," he said, signalling for her to leave. She had been halfway through a sentence when she stopped. She registered the look on his face and left at once. He took a breath and answered the call.

"Linda," he said quietly, by way of greeting. She never called unless something was wrong. And Frank had a feeling that he already knew what it was.

"Frank, you know I don't bother you at work, but...I haven't heard from Danny all day, and the last time Jackie talked to him was about two-thirty this afternoon. You...you haven't heard from him, have you?" He stood and strode to the front of his desk.

"No, I haven't," he told her, processing what he was being told, "Have you checked with the capt-"

"Jackie did, and nothing. No one's heard anything. He won't pick up his phone. It just keeps ringing.." Linda was becoming undone. But he understood her concern. It was unlike Danny to just disappear.

"Linda, who else knows about this?"

"Just Jackie and I. And you." He nodded to himself.

"Okay then, let's keep it that way until I can get a handle on what's going on. Where are the boys?"

"With my mother."

"Alright. Why don't you go over there, too? Just to be safe. I'm not sure what's going on yet." But he would find out. Frank was not about to lose another son.

When Danny Reagan awoke, the first thing that he registered was darkness. His pulse raced for a moment before he realized that he was simply blindfolded, not blind. Taking purposeful breaths, he made a quick mental evaluation. His hands and feet were bound painfully tight, and he lay on his side. The floor was strangely both hard and soft. That, combined with the smell of earth, lead him to believe that he was underground somewhere. His mouth hadn't been duck taped, so he tried his voice. Scratchy, yeah, but still working. He lapsed into silence and smiled grimly. So he was a POW. Again.

A/N: So how am I doing so far? Like I said, feel free to correct me. I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this yet. If you have a suggestion, I'll be happy to hear it. Thanks (hopefully) for your reads and reviews!