Ponch sat up against the wall, his arms were tied behind his back. The five men that had kidnapped him were standing not too far away looking at a map. Ponch was trying to listen to what they were saying, but it was almost impossible to figure it out. It wasn't helping at all that most of them were speaking different languages just so he couldn't understand them. One of them looked back at Ponch then laughed.

"Ce sera amusant de vous voir souffrir," he said. That was French for, "It'll be fun to see you suffer." Of course Ponch didn't understand that though, since it was French. Ponch just stared at him, then he got a small glimpse at the map.

"Mexico? Why are they looking at a map of Mexico?" he thought. Then he noticed it wasn't just a map of Mexico, it was a map of the whole world they were just focusing mostly on Mexico, and a few other places around there.

"What are you doing?" Ponch asked finally losing his patience.

"Be quiet, piggy…you'll know soon enough," the man they called Jackson said. Ponch raised an eyebrow.

"You mean you're finally gonna tell me after all these long hours of waiting?" he asked.

"Shut up, pig!" Jackson yelled. Ponch was surprisingly really quiet after that. If it were any other person he would've continued talking, but Jackson had nearly killed him not too long ago, and now returned for who knows what. Ponch was to be completely honest, scared. He kept his cool though, not wanting them to know how afraid he really was.

"Hey, piggy did you wanna call home? Tell all your other friends you ain't gonna be around here much longer?"

"Why bother, they won't care anyway," said Bernard. They all laughed.

"You got that right," Jackson said then looked back and smiled at Ponch.

"You're not gonna get away with this. I know they're looking for me," Ponch said.

"Yeah sure they are. I bet you five bucks they forgot you went missing. I saw you and your partner arguing before we came. He probably wants you dead anyway," Harold said. Ponch was silent, he forgot about that little argument with Jon he had earlier.

The five men stood in front of Ponch, each man was tall about six foot four and two hundred fifty pounds a lot of it muscle and for some of them a lot of it was fat. Harold, or Harry was the oldest, and had dark blonde hair. Bernard (Bernie) was next oldest, he had red hair, and was always wearing sun glasses. Jackson was third oldest, and wearing a baseball cap turned backwards. He had a black goatee, and long hair. Joe was fourth oldest, and bald. Then last but not least was a man that went by the name Goldie. He was a buff black man, with dark curly hair. Although he was the youngest of the group, he was the meanest. So he was the most feared.

"So, you ready to go?" Bernie asked.

"I'm ready when you are," replied Harry.

"Is piggy ready to come along with us?"

"My name isn't piggy, it's Ponch…and no, I'm not going anywhere with you," Ponch said.

"What, you wanna go back to your little farm?"

"What?" Ponch asked confused.

"You, and all your little piggy friends all gather around at your pig farm…." Bernie started.

"Pig farm? Man, we are just cops, we go to the police station. We are not pigs," Ponch said.

"Haha, nice try, but you'll always be pigs to me," Goldie said with a laugh.

"Hey, do we need to shove an apple in his mouth instead of duct taping it?" Harry asked playfully.

"Oh, that's low," Ponch said. The five men laughed,

"At least it'll taste better."

Meanwhile…

Jon stood there in front of Getraer's desk.

"Sarge, I'm sorry…." He started. Getraer held up his hand and Jon stopped talking.

"Baker, I don't need you standing here apologizing profusely I need you at there trying to find and save your partner." Jon nodded his head, and turned to leave.

"Oh, um Baker, be careful those guys are considered very dangerous," Getraer said. Jon walked out the door, that last comment just eating away at him now.

"How could I let them get away?" He asked. Grossie came up beside him,

"Jon, if it makes you feel any better…." He started.

"Save it, Grossman, I don't need it right now," Jon said then walked into the report room.

"Jon!?" Jon heard the voice of Bonnie. He turned and saw Bonnie Poncherello standing behind him. Jon bit his lip, "How'd she find out?" he thought.

"Hi, Bonnie," Jon said. Bonnie smiled, Jon now could tell she obviously didn't know what was going on.

"Where's Ponch? I gotta tell him something, that'll just make him flip," she said.

"I don't know," Jon said. Bonnie's smiled faded.

"You don't know?" She asked. Jon wished it wasn't him to break the news.

"Um, Ponch was…well, he was kidnapped," Jon said.

"But Jon…he can't be gone…we're…we are gonna have a baby," Bonnie said. Jon's eyes grew wide.

"What?" he asked in shock.