A/N: I am totally obsessed with this show! I don't know how my life was complete without it! : ) I hope this isn't too bad, or OOC, I love Spike. I love Winnie, but I miss Kira, so I wrote her instead of Winnie. I hope it isn't too bad, this was written in kind of a hurry.

A/N 2: There is going to be violence and some cussing.

Spike set out on his daily run, pounding the frustrations from his head. He spent as little time as he could in his parent's house these days. The tension between him and his father was almost unbearable. He tuned out the rest of the world as he turned towards the lake front. He always took a second to watch the reflection of the sunrise in the lake. When he passed the black SUV parked next to the curb, he barely paid any attention to it. Not until it was too late.

"Gentlemen!" Ed Lane exclaimed as he strode into the men's locker room. Izzy was finally letting her mom and dad get more than four hours of sleep. Wordy was buttoning up his shirt and Greg wasn't in sight, which meant he had been here for a long time already. Sam was lacing his boots up and Lou was just shutting his locker door, already completely dressed.

"Did you see Spike?" Wordy asked as Ed threw his bag down on the bench, shrugging his jacket off his shoulders one at a time.

"No?" He made the word into a question, looking around for their technical genius. Normally Spike was in here joking around or scheming with Lou. Lou shrugged his shoulders, they had hung out for a while last night, but he had headed home shortly before midnight.

"He's late." Greg commented, coming up behind Ed. "Hey Eddy." He patted Ed on the shoulder as he leaned against the row of lockers. "Anybody seen Spike this morning?" He said louder so the rest of the team could hear. The rest of the men on Team One shook their heads.

"He's not normally late." Wordy looked concerned. He stuck his head out of the men's locker room, just in time to see Jules walk out of the women's locker room. "Spike isn't with you, is he?"

"Um no, where is he?" Jules looked worried, looking over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't about to be the recipient of some joke. It wasn't like Spike to be late. Spike was typically the first one of them there other than Sarge.

"Just tape his legs together and tie his wrists with this rope." The man threw a bag containing a roll of tape, handcuffs and some strips of cloth at the older man. His hands were shaking slightly as he fixed the gag around the unconscious man's mouth. He had never done anything like this before.

"How long is he going to be here?" The older man, known to his friends as Brown, was shaking. He was known on the streets for being very familiar with drugs, but kidnapping a cop, that was out of his ballpark. He knew he shouldn't have allowed himself to get into debt to the fellow drug dealer.

"As long as it takes, now shut up." Theo, the younger drug dealer had a lot of influence on the streets. Brown had learned to shut his mouth around him. He may be older than Theo, but Theo had more power than Brown could ever imagine and Brown was very glad he wasn't the cop lying before them right now.

"Kira, has Spike called?" Ed asked as the boys filed out of the dressing room, followed closely by Jules. Spike had still not shown up and everyone was trying not to get worried. Maybe he had fallen ill and hadn't been able to call in yet. There were a variety of reasons why Spike might be late, not all of them bad. Wordy had his eyes glued to the doors, hoping against hope the doors would bust open and Spike would come stumbling in with some hilarious story about why he was late.

"Nope, was he supposed to?" Kira looked at the phone lines, but there was no new messages waiting for her. She hadn't seen the man either today, now that she thought about it. He always had a smile for her.

"He's late." Kira's expression was shocked. She hadn't been here incredibly long, but she knew that Spike was not one to be late.

"I'll give him a call." She kept her voice level, not betraying the worry she felt. The phone went straight to voicemail, never a good sign. "It went straight to voicemail."

"If he doesn't call or show up in the next ten minutes, I want Lou and Wordy to run by his house." Greg tried to shake the bad feelings deep in his gut. "For all we know, he slept through his alarm." Everyone shifted their eyes, knowing deep inside, Spike hadn't slept through his alarm.

Kira let out a small scream, sending all of Team One sprinting towards the desk. They had been sitting in the briefing rooms, all silently thinking about their own fears about where Spike was.

"What's wrong Kira?" Wordy asked as he knelt beside the startled cop. She was trying not to hyperventilate as she pointed at the picture on the desk. "Oh my god." Wordy exclaimed as he looked at the picture.

"Don't touch it." Greg exclaimed as Jules went to pick the picture up, "There might be fingerprints."

"Sorry boss." Jules muttered, trying to blink tears away. All the things she knew to do as a cop went out the door the second she saw the picture. Spike's arms were handcuffed behind him, his legs tied together, and a gag shoved in his mouth.

"Call in teams two and four. We need all hands on deck." Greg ordered a surprised Kira who nodded but snatched the phone, dialing the numbers as fast as she could. She was also blinking back tears. It was no hidden secret that Spike nursed a small sweet spot for the dispatcher, always bringing her coffee and hanging out around her desk before and after shift.

"We need to get some detectives down here now." Ed added. He pulled Jules towards him in a one-armed hug. Spike and Jules had bonded the first day they had joined the SRU and now considered each other siblings. Jules hid her hand in Ed's vest, trying to hide her tears from the rest of the team.

"Who the hell would take Spike?" Sam was pissed, trying to rein in his anger at whoever had taken Spike. That was his buddy, his friend somewhere, hurt, and they hadn't even known.

"We're going to figure this out." Greg was trying to stay cool, but when his team was involved, he knew it became personal for every cop out there.

"I'm sure they've gotten the package by now." Theo smirked, twirling a knife in his hand as he looked over at the now conscious Spike. Spike's eyes were big, his nostrils flared as he tried to control the fear. In all of his years of being a cop and a member of the SRU, he had never been in a situation like this.

"Can I go now?" Brown was pacing back and forth. He knew that if he was still here when the cops caught up, he would be going away for a long time. He knew that Theo had a personal beef with the cop that was trussed up before them.

"No, shut the fuck up and sit down." Theo pointed the knife in Brown's direction. "You will stay here until I tell you." Brown let out a nervous twitch of a nod and sank down in the dilapidated chair that was in the corner. "And you?" He let out an evil smile as he advanced on Spike, carefully twisting the multitude of rings on his fingers. "Well, we need to get you ready for your next photo shoot."