Fist off, thanks for all the feedback. I'm sorry this took so long, but I wanted to try to keep the same emotional punch to the story. Somehow this came to me today. I have some parts written and others outlined, but honestly have had trouble with this because of the amount of emotion contained. I want to stay true to that desperation for the first part as much as possible.
MissDevon

WARNING: this chapter contains profanity.

Chapter 2

Some days I honestly hate my job.
Today is definitely one of them.
I close my eyes tiredly as I hit my head against the headrest of the front passenger seat of the rented Audi SUV as Sawyer looks at me out of the corner of his eyes: "that bad?"

"What the fuck do you think?" I mutter as I unconsciously tighten my hand around my Blackberry. G-d I wish I was back in Seattle and in Grey's office. What I wouldn't give to be the one to push Blonde Bitch Number 2 into telling us what we want to know. But instead I'm here with Sawyer trying to run down leads we don't even have yet. Who the hell would've thought that the artist would cover his tracks so damned well?

"Welch still has nothing?" Luke asks me, a touch of surprise in his voice.

"Ya think?"

Luke shrugs slightly as I fume. "I freakn' told him that things weren't what they appeared. I warned Welch and Barney to keep track of her. But do they fuckn' listen to me? No. She was just another one of his women- but of course they hadn't seen him with her never mind the others…." I mutter.

"Could be she doesn't have anything left from what the boss gave her that they can track," Luke mused.

"Shit!" I say as I hit the console and pick up my phone and quickly hit speed dial: "Welch… don't give me that crap… look, did you reactivate ALL of the trackers that the boss had issued for Ms. Steele… Did I stutter… When I say ALL I mean ALL… I don't care if the scumbag she married might had pawned them or destroyed them; we have them tracked down to here… Well, Flynn confirmed it… Did you not talk to him?... I freakn' told you too… Fine. Just reactivate all the transmitters, let me know of any if a 5 mile radius… I can do the freakn' math of the territory that will cover… Just do it!" I order then hang up. "Nice catch, Sawyer. Can't believe I didn't make it."

"Can't believe Welch was stupid enough to let that slip," Sawyer admits as he pulls over and looks at me. "T. you sure you're up for this. You've been pretty non-stop since Mr. Grey found out about Kavanagh."

"It's my job, and I've been up longer stretches in the service."

"Still man…"

"I have people willing to help on standby. Why the hell do you think I let the radius be so big?"

Sawyer nods: "I want to get this bastard real bad. Take a couple of good shots at him- and I literally mean shots."

"Yeah, well get in line…" I mutter as my phone rings and I look at it in surprise: it's not a ring tone that I programmed any of the numbers with…"Jesus Christ!" I mutter as the name flashes across the screen.

"T?"

"It can't be… Can it?" I mutter as I ignore Sawyer while signaling for him to get on the road again and swallowing back a lump in my throat I answer with a gruff: "Taylor…"

"I didn't know who else to call… you can't tell him… but I need help… it won't be long now… I don't have long…" she starts to ramble, pain and tears clear in her voice. I bite back a curse as I look at Sawyer with wide eyes. Somehow, he seems to know who is on the other end and even as I bite out the order for him to call Welch and have him trace the incoming call, as well as record it, he is doing it. I try to tune him out and calm down the desperate woman on the other end of the line.
Her words break my heart, as do her shallow breaths as she begs for so many things- but ironically not for us to save her.
She begs me to keep the knowledge of what is going to happen to her and what has happened to her from those she loves.
To tell him that she always loved him and that he was her reason for hanging on for so long- Christ, like that will help the Boss or any man; to know that they were the reason that the woman they gave their heart to held on even after being beaten to within an inch of her life.
And that's the easy part because soon, she's telling me he's coming back for her- and g-d I don't want to listen.
Not to the sound of flesh hitting flesh.
To him breaking bones.
To her begging him to stop and calling out the word red- over and over again, till there is nothing but his grunts and taunts….

G-d I want to stop this call, but I can't.
I am her last hope.
Her only one…

If only I had remembered the trackers earlier- not that it would've helped because it doesn't even sound like she remembered she had the phone- but still.

"We've got it…" Sawyer saids gruffly as he hits the gas- both of us pretty sure of what the asshole is doing to her now that we don't hear him hitting her.

We're flying down the road towards her as I pull my wallet out of my back pocket and pull out my former Master Sgt.'s number. It's known amongst us that he still works with a few of the grunts who trained under him in more than the club he owns.
They were helping with Recon on this and got us closer than Welch and Barney, and now they'll be added backup- with local law enforcement contacts to help.

I signal for Sawyer to give me his phone and he does as he continues at a break neck speed: "It's me. We have a location and have made contact.
It's bad.
Make sure Doc's on standby…." I say and then forward the address to them, hoping we'll get there in time.
Hoping that she'll still in need of Doc when we get there….
The alternative is something I don't want to believe that we'll have to face- and know that will decimate what is left of Grey's mental stability….