Ponch walked back in the station. Still confused about the conversation he had earlier with that cashier. Saw what he did? What did he do? He wasn't even there?

"Poncherello!" The voice of his sergeant brought his attention back to right now. "I need to see you in my office. Now."

"Alight Sarge, I'll be right there."

Getraer stepped back in his office and Ponch was slowly walking there. 'What now?' He thought. 'Does this have something to do with whatever it was, "I," did?'

"Do you know where Baricza is?" The first thing he heard his Sergeant say when he walked in the room.

"No, Sarge, I don't. He was supposed to meet me at Taco Bell for lunch, but he wasn't there. I wanted to give him something."

"And what would that, something, be?

"A new watch. His is broken and I thought I could get him one… What is this?"

"A man had called, saying he saw you hit a fellow officer with a crowbar and two men threw him in the back of his cruiser and took off following after you… And since Baricza isn't responding back to anything, the only-,"

"Wait, are you implying that you think, I, kidnapped Barry!? You're insane! There's no way I would've done that. That wasn't me, I was with Jon. I haven't seen Barry since briefing this morning… Do you honestly think I would've done this!?"

"Frank calm down. I don't believe you would've done this, but I can't just deny an eyewitnesses information."

"He's lying. You know I would do anything to help Bear, or any officer. And I'm not going to let this prevent me from finding him either!" Ponch turned and stormed off out the door.

"Poncherello get back here!" Getraer got up to follow after him. By the time he got to the door Ponch was already walking out to the parking lot.

Ponch got on his motorcycle and headed towards Jon's apartment. He couldn't believe any of this. He was sure Jon wouldn't either.

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"Jon, you won't believe this!" Ponch walked in and slammed the door. "They think I kidnapped Baricza!"

"Woah Ponch, slow down. What happened to Barry?" Jon rubbed his eyes. He was awoken by Ponch's outburst.

"He disappeared and they think I kidnapped him. Can you believe it!? Me of all people!? I would do anything to keep him out of harm's way! And I'm going to do everything I can to find him!"

"When did you last see him?"

"Briefing this morning.. What does this have to do with that!? Don't you at least believe me?"

"I do, I believe you. I was just wondering if you seen him at Taco Bell or something."

"Good, because we're going back to that Taco Bell and asking that cashier what he seen. It's his story anyway. So get up and get ready. We have to get there before anyone else does."

"Okay, so I see I have no choice."

"You would come with me anyway, and you know it. Go get your stuff so we can get going."

"Okay, okay," Jon got off the sofa and walked to his room. A few minutes later he came out dressed in his uniform he leaves here, just in case he needs it.

"Great, let's go," Ponch practically pushed Jon out the door.

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Barry woke up. He was in a cold, dark room. The floor felt hard, like concrete. He was in a basement. He tried to look around to see as much as he could without moving even the slightest bit. It was really to dark to see anything. Though he could make out the pipes that ran along the walls next to him. And he saw the handcuffs around one of the pipes.

He started to panic. He couldn't feel the cuffs around his wrist. In fact, he couldn't feel any of his limbs at all. They all felt so numb, and his head and neck are throbbing with pain. Oh god it better be temporary.

The lights switched on. It took a while for his eyes to adjust, but he didn't look around. He remained staring at the ceiling of the basement. He heard footsteps and in the corner of his eye he could see a man walking closer to him. There was no point in pretending to sleep. The man knew he was awake now.

"Officer Baricza," the man stood leaning over him. He looked so familiar. He was wearing a uniform identical to his. "Not the one I was hoping to snatch, but you'll do. You'll do."

You'll do? What does he even mean? What does he want? Barry wasn't going to ask. He wanted answers, but he wasn't willing to ask.

"What? No questions, no comments, no threats? Nothing?"

He looked closer at the uniform, hoping to see if he could read the name on the plate. Ponc, Poncherello? Could it be? He wouldn't have done this to him. There's no way. Would he?

"Ponch?" He didn't want to believe it, but the uniform and, he looked exactly like him as far as he could see. "Ponch, w-what? Why?"

The man who was assumed to be Poncherello smiled and kneeled down. He grabbed Barry's free arm and pulled him up. He cried out in pain as his neck snapped back. If it weren't for the firm grip the man had on his arm he would've fallen backwards.

"You'll see why sooner or later," he pulled Barry forward further, placing his head on his shoulder.

"What are you do-"

"Shhh. I'm not going to hurt you," the man used his other hand to run it across Barry's neck. He felt the swelling bruise from where he had hit him with a crowbar hours earlier. Barry cried out when he pressed on it. "Shhh. It's okay."

Barry didn't like any of this, at all. First Ponch asks him to meet him for lunch. Then he kidnaps him and decides to tell him he won't hurt him. Now he's running his hand through his hair telling him that it's okay. Does he think it's okay? Does he think this will calm him down?

"Just sit here and don't move," the man leaned Barry up against the wall. He then got up and walked out of the room.

'Don't move. Where the hell does he think I'd go?' Barry thought to himself. Well, he could feel his limbs again but they felt weak. If he could stand he probably wouldn't be able to walk. Even if he could stand, he was still cuffed to that pipe.

The cuff wasn't locked around the pipe so tight it wouldn't move. In fact, the way the piped moved along the wall, he'd be able to get up and walk along the wall. He'd just have to move is arm up and down a few times to get the cuffs around the turns in the pipe lines.

Soon Poncherello came back. He had something in his hands. It didn't look like any kind of weapon or something to hurt him with.

Ponch sat beside him and set whatever it was wrapped in a paper towel on the floor. He then took Barry's head and leaned it against his shoulder again.

"Please, I wanna know wha-"

"Quiet. This'll help, I promise," he picked up the object wrapped in the paper towel again and held it lightly against Barry's neck.

It was cold. It was an ice pack. Ponch was right. It did help, it didn't hurt as bad anymore. He got himself worked up over nothing.

It was silent for a long time. His head resting on Ponch's firm shoulder, not moving. He didn't want to say anything, knowing he would've been told to shut his mouth.

He was fighting the urge to fall asleep. He was still in pain, had that pounding headache he felt would never go away. He finally gave in and let sleep come over him.

"Hey," Ponch shook him a bit, but Barry didn't respond. "Hey," he repeated. Still no answer. He carefully, laid Barry out on the floor and slid the ice pack behind his neck.

Then he got up and walked towards the door. Before leaving he looked back at him.

"Sleep tight, pig," he flipped the lightswitch and the lights went out. He then walked out and closed the door behind him.