Disclaimer: I don't own any CSI characters, but the idea for the story and the original characters are all mine

Disclaimer: I don't own any CSI characters, but the idea for the story and the original characters are all mine.

Almost two hours later Don and Danny were driving up to the restaurant in Bronx where their victim's father worked. Danny was on the phone as they stopped.

"Alright, Mac, keeps us posted and we'll let you know what we get from the dad," Danny said then ended the call.

"They lose the trace?" Don inquired as they walked to the entrance.

"Yeah, Mac says the best they got was somewhere in the city."

"Well, let's hope we get something from this guy." They headed into the restaurant. Don walked up to the counter. "We're looking for Anthony Mariano," he told the hostess, flashing his badge.

"He's in the kitchen. You can head back, I guess," she responded, pointing to the door to the kitchen.

The two guys headed back to the kitchen and looked around for the man from the mug shot they were carrying. He was standing over a sink, washing the dishes. Flack approached him from behind.

"Tony Mariano?"

The guy looked up at Danny then turned to look at Don. "Yeah, can I help you?"

"Detectives Flack and Messer, we need to talk to you about your daughter, Andrea," Flack told him.

Tony looked around the kitchen and noticed the cooks looking at him. "Listen we can't talk here. Can you take me downtown or something?"

Don and Danny looked at each other. "Yeah, we can do that." They followed Tony out of the kitchen and through the restaurant. The three of them got in the car with Tony in the back. They headed down to the precinct.

Tony sat on one side of the table as Danny sat across from him and Don standing behind him. "Tell us about your relationship with your daughter," Danny told him.

"My daughter? Well, me and Andi don't talk much."

"Her mom tells us you weren't around much when she was a kid," Don interjected.

"Penny, has had it out for me since we got divorced, keeping Andi from me. So, I'm sure she has nothing good to say about me."

"Can you blame her? You gamble away all your money when the two of you were married then when you offer to pay Andrea's tuition you gamble away that money too. Doesn't sound like 'father of the year' to me."

"Listen, I did my best. I love Andi, I just…have a hard time staying on a straight line."

"Now, your daughter's missing. Do you know anything about that?"

"Of course not, if I knew anything don't you think I would tell you?"

"I hope so."

Tony's phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out and stared at it.

"That better be important," Danny scolded.

Tony set the phone down the turned it around and slid it across the table to Danny. Danny looked at the picture of Andrea bound in a chair with a caption that read: "10,000 in 12 hours or she's dead." Danny showed the phone to Don.

"Who do you owe ten grand, Tony?" Don asked him.

Tony had his hands on his head and he was staring at the table. "His name's Lenny Russo, he's a sports booky out in Pelham Bay. I'm in real deep with him."

"We can see that."

"So, where can we find this Lenny Russo?" Danny asked.

"Listen, I give him to you guys Andi's as good as dead. Can't you just let me take care of this? I can scrounge up the money and get her back."

"Your daughter could die if we do let you take care of it alone. We can find Lenny without you. I'm keeping you here till we get some more information," Don told him.

"If I stay here, how am I gonna get the money?"

"Alright, but I'm sending someone with you. And don't argue, just be glad I'm letting you go."

Back at his desk Don searched the system on his computer for some way of contacting Lenny Russo. He found that he owned a bar in Pelham Bay. Don grabbed Danny and they headed to the bar. When they got there, the place was dark and the door was locked. It was early in the afternoon, and the bar wasn't open yet. From there they headed to Lenny's home. After trying for almost five minutes they decided no one was home.

"Damn it," Don practically yelled as they stood on the doorstep. "Now, how are we gonna find this guy?"

"I don't know."

Andrea opened her eyes and looked around the room she was in. There were two men sitting at a table. There was a gun sitting in front of one of them. She heard a phone ring.

"Yeah, boss," one of the men answered. She watched him talk for a minute.

She was starting to remember what had happened. She could remember being in her apartment and seeing the man in the apartment across the alley. He had been watching her; she had remembered thinking he was cute. Then she had turned away from the window and a man came into the apartment and tackled her. That was all she could remember. He must've hit her over the head to get her out of the apartment.

She wiggled around in the ropes she was bound in. She was sitting on a cold, cement floor with nothing around her. She looked behind her as she felt something under her. It was her cell phone. The ringtone was off but she could see that someone was calling. She hit the send button, then looked back at the men like nothing was going on. The man not on the phone walked over to her when he noticed she was conscious. He bent down in front of her.

"You better hope your dad pays up. I really don't want to have to destroy this pretty face," he told her as he rubbed the side of her face.

Andrea jerked away from him far enough for him to see the cell phone lying on the floor behind her. He grabbed the phone.

He slapped her face. "Nice try."