By the time Mac and Stella were allowed out of the van, it was night. Mac was tempted to give one of the four of their kidnappers a bloody nose in return for him receiving one, but the feeling of cold metal against his skin kept him quiet. That combined with the fact that Stella was being held be the men in the group, Jake and Dawson as Stella had said, and Mac was tense and worried.

"You're not going to make us hurt her, are you?" Fi purred in his ear from behind him.

A flash of irritation sparked in Mac's eyes. "You leave her alone," he growled.

They'd come across his handcuffs and Mac knew he would never find another feeling to compare the feeling of his own set of handcuffs on his wrists to. Right now he was only cooperating as Fi and Sasha led him onwards because they had Stella. He didn't want her to be hurt.

The four kidnappers took Mac and Stella in to an old house. From the looks of his surroundings, Mac figured they were several miles outside of the city.

Jake and Dawson led the way to a bedroom, sitting Stella down on one side of the bed in the room as Fi and Sasha sat Mac down on the other.

Sasha was the last to leave the room, but, before she did, she looked back at Stella and Mac and said, "You two can just stay here and wonder over what we're going to do for a few hours. We'll be back."

Stella instantly pulled herself a little farther on to the bed and ended up right beside Mac. She laid a hand on his shoulder as she looked down at his handcuffs. She had nothing to pick the lock with. She frowned and cursed under her breath.

Mac looked at her. "What is it, Stell?" he asked.

"I've got nothing to get you out of those," she said as she put her arms loosely around his neck as she stayed close to him. She was scared and she took comfort from Mac's calm composure. It was only then that she realized he didn't have a shirt on after she pulled off his t-shirt back at his place.

"It's fine Stell," Mac told her as Stella rested her chin on his shoulder. He was just glad they hadn't decided to handcuff her hands as well.

Stella sighed. She was worried about what they were going to do to him, they're ominous words ringing in her ears.

A few hours later, Fi and Sasha came back alone without Jake and Dawson. Fi stood Stella up and held her back as Sasha sat down on the bed beside Mac, whose gaze was locked on Stella.

It was then that both him and Stella realized what was to happen and Stella thought she caught a flicker of fear in Mac's gaze before he lowered his eyes and determination replaced that flicker of fear.

He tensed and his head snapped up as Sasha laid a hand on his bare shoulder.

"You stay away from me!" Mac hissed as he turned a defiant glare on the woman seated beside him.

Sasha flashed an evil smile and Fi pulled a gun and aimed it at Stella. "Cooperate or we'll kill her."

Stella's heart broke and sympathy must've registered on her face as she saw the embarrassment show up on Mac's face. She knew he'd do whatever it took to keep her out of this as much as possible, but she would never want him to take it that far.

"Mac, don't…" she told him.

There was a bit of pain showing in Mac's eyes as he looked up at her again, debating over if he should give in to their demands and keep both of them "safe" or if he should refuse and watch them take it out on Stella and him.

He didn't have much time to think as he felt Sasha's hand run down his arm and his gaze instantly fell to study the pattern on the sheets of the bed. Stella tried to pull away from Fi only to feel her rest the gun's barrel against her skin.

Stella looked at Fi with an angry glare. "I won't watch you do this to him," she said.

Fi frowned and rolled her eyes before she led Stella out of the room without asking any questions.

Mac watched her, ignoring Sasha's arms around his neck. He was worried about Stella. He'd heard her tell Fi she wouldn't watch and it made him worry about what Fi would do to her.

Sasha then brought his attention back to her as she grabbed his hair and made him look at her. Mac's ice blue gaze rested on her and Sasha smiled at the disgusted expression on the detective's face.

"Why the sad face, Detective Taylor?" Sasha teased him.

She caught a flash of anger in his gaze and smiled as he remained silent.

"Thought so," she said before she met her lips with his. Mac's eyes went wide and he struggled to pull away from her only to find her hand on his shoulder, keeping him where he was.

This was going to be a very long night.

Don stretched and yawned, grabbing his phone to check the time. He frowned. He was supposed to get a call from Mac a few hours ago.

After three failed attempts on calling Mac and Stella, Don headed to the lab. It wasn't like those two to not answer their phones, even at 10:00 pm at night.

"Adam," Don said as he walked in to the A/V Lab. Adam looked up and saw the worried expression on Don's face.

"Don, what's wrong?" Adam asked, concerned.

"I need you to get me a trace on Mac and Stella's phones," Don said. "I've tried calling both of them and neither of them answered."

Adam nodded. That was news to him so he turned back to the computer and entered Mac's number in the system first, letting it triangulate a location.

"Well, if Mac's where his phone is, he's in his apartment," Adam said. He then ran Stella's. Her phone was also in Mac's apartment. The whole team knew about their relationship after Mac's public proposal to her in front of the team so it didn't surprise Adam that that was where both their phones were.

Don nodded and headed in to the lab and found Danny to go with him to check out Mac's apartment. Something about those two not answering unnerved him.

Sasha had finally lost her patience with Mac and she slapped him hard with the backside of her hand. Mac flinched from the blow and the ring on her finger left a small cut right under Mac's eye. He looked at her, struggling to get as far away from her as possible before she pushed him back against the bed. Mac stared back up at her and couldn't keep the small light of fear from showing in his eyes.

"FI! GET IN HERE!" Sasha yelled, not taking her eyes off of Mac who was pinned down to the bed under Sasha's weight. His hands were still cuffed behind his back which left him pretty uncomfortable.

Fi walked in to the bedroom with a drink in her hand. "Is he giving you hell over it?" she asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed beside Mac and Sasha.

Sasha sat back although she was still sitting on top of Mac. She had one hand laid firmly over his mouth and Mac looked at both women with a defiant gaze that was a bit thrown off by the slight flicker of fear.

Sasha nodded. "You still have the knives here?" she asked.

Fi nodded. "Yeah," she said casually. It was clear to Mac she was high on some sort of drug and possibly a bit drunk as well.

"Good. I'll meet you out there," Sasha said.

Fi nodded and Sasha grabbed Mac's arm roughly, dragging him to his feet and walking him out of the bedroom behind Fi.

She put Mac in a room that had nothing much in it besides a few blankets in the corner. She then left to follow Fi, locking the door behind her.

It wasn't five seconds before Stella's arms were around his neck and her face was buried in his shoulder. "Oh my God, I was so worried about you!" she had exclaimed as she ran over to him.

Mac had been taken by surprise by her being there so quickly, but he kissed the top of her head gently seeing as he couldn't exactly hug her back although that's what he knew he would've done if he hadn't been cuffed.

"What'd she do to you?" Stella asked as she loosened her grip on him.

"I think the worse has yet to come," Mac said, seeming a bit worried. He spun around and put himself in front of Stella as the door opened to reveal Fi and Sasha standing there.

Mac swallowed hard as he took in the weapons in their hands. He felt Stella put a death grip on his arm and he knew she was worried without even looking at her face.

Fi stalked over up to Mac and Mac just stared back at her. She took his chin in one of her hands and gently turned his head to the side to look at the cut under his right eye. Stella fled to the corner of the room and Mac stood quietly as Fi continued to look at the cut.

Sasha joined her and Mac tensed as he felt the blade of the knife in her hand rest teasingly on his shoulder from behind.

He looked back at Fi with a bit of fear in his eyes. "What are you going to do to me?"

Fi and Sasha chuckled and the evil smile that appeared on Fi's face as she ran a hand through his hair chilled Mac to the bone.

"We're going to teach you what happens when you don't play along, Detective Taylor."