Author's Note: A week and I'm posting again. So far so good. Maybe this time I will actually be able to stay on schedule, fingers crossed. Anyways I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed, favorited, and followed. I am so glad people are responding well to this story. You guys make me so happy and really push me to continuing writing. Seriously you all rock. Now enough of my yammering it's time to let you read.

Wait, this fic has a beta but this chapter has not be beta'd so all mistakes are my own. Also this story was started before Grover and Jerry became main characters so they won't appear in this story. Well maybe Grover will but he will be the Commander of SWAT like he was in season four. Now, on to the disclaimer

Disclaimer: Don't own. There, that's clear enough for any idiot to understand.

A Race Against Time

Summary: He was trying to do the right thing, helping out a stranded stranger on the side of the road. Instead, the situation leaves Danny kidnapped and evidence proves that the situation wasn't random. With Danny missing the team discovers a ruthless plot involving the Russian Mob and relocated witness. The race is on to find Danny before it's too late where every second counts

Chapter Two

It was late in the evening when Danny finally made his way inside his apartment. The last few days had been tough, the team working hard on a human trafficking case that left three people dead with various organs missing. They finally traced it back to a doctor and nurse duo who were illegally operating on recently released inmates, stealing their organs because they were deemed unworthy of living. Danny was happy that the case was over and he could the evening resting.

With a content sigh, he threw his keys on the coffee table and picked up the mail that had been shuffled into a messy pile. Most of the were either bills or junk mail but in the mix there was a postcard. There wasn't a name or an address and the only writing scribbled on was a phone number. Danny didn't need anything else to know who it was. Immediately, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed the number. It was answered on the first ring.

"Hello."

"You know you can get into trouble for this right," was the first thing Danny said playfully.

"I helped bring down the Russian mob, what are they going to do to me?" they replied back with a laugh. "But in all seriousness this is a number to a burner phone that I didn't buy so it can't be traced back to me and it's going in the trash once I through talking with you."

"Wow. Prepared much."

"What can I say, watch enough cop dramas and you'll learn a thing or two."

Danny face broke into a soft smile. "Well as long as you're being careful. It's been a while."

"Too long. How have you been?" Mikel asked.

"Good, still getting shot at if that's what you're wondering."

"Partner still giving you trouble."

"Always," nodded Danny. "How about yourself, how's life treating you?"

"Really good. There's a reason I sent you the card with the number. I have some news and since I couldn't do it in person I decided to do it over the phone."

"Well you went through a lot of trouble to contact me so what's the good news."

"It's finally happening Danny," he replied, voice laced with excitement. "I'm finally opening up my own restaurant."

"Seriously."

"As a heart attack. I found a great space in a great location and I'm almost finished with the renovations. By the time I open, it's gonna be amazing."

"Sounds great Mike it really does but are you sure it's safe?" asked Danny nervously.

Mike immediately replied back. "I know it's risky with me being in the program and all but it's something I need to do. Plus I've thought of that. You remember Emily?" he asked.

Danny nodded. "Yeah, that girl you were dating but broke up because she thought you were hiding something."

"Yeah her. Well we got back together and I told her the truth, about everything and before you say it she's clean. The WITSEC insisted on doing a thorough background check on her before I told her anything. And Danny...man she just accepted it and said that it didn't matter. That she still loved me and wanted to be with me."

"That's great man," he said with a smile. "Really, I'm happy for you."

"And the best part is we're going to own the restaurant together so she agreed to be the face for it. I'm simply content with remaining in the kitchen and cooking. All I wanna do."

"Got a name for the place."

"Not yet but I'm working on it."

"Well if inspiration isn't striking you can always call it Danny's."

Mike let out a hearty laugh. "I'll add that name to the list. Well I should go," he said somewhat sadly through the phone.

"It was great hearing from you."

"You too man. I'm going to send you another postcard soon."

"Can't wait." With a few last goodbyes Danny hung up the phone as a smile covered his face. It had been a long time since he had heard Mikel's voice. After the trial he was immediately placed in a new location and Danny was one of two people who know Mikel's new name and location and only because Mikel insisted on it but under the rule that contact between them be limited Before it had only been through postcards with no addresses so they couldn't be tracked. It was for his safety but there were times Danny missed hanging out with the friend he had made during his time undercover. Now his friend was opening his own restaurant, his dream ever since he was a child, and Danny was determine to be there for him. No matter what it took.

It was dark by the time they pulled up to a seedy motel located practically in the middle of nowhere. It was a great place to stay if you wanted to be hidden and not remembered by the people who worked there. Quickly they made their way to the door and knocked only a few times before the door swung open. A tall muscular man who answered the door lingered in front of it for a second before shifting out of the way. "Wasn't expecting you to come here tonight."

"Came by to check and make sure things are running smoothly," they responded, their voice laced in a thick Russian accent.

"What, don't trust me?" he smiled mischievously

"I not here to play games with you Mr. Black." Rolling their eyes as they leaned against the wall and glared at the man in front of them. "Is everything ready?"

He let out a sigh and nodded his head. "Everything will go accordingly and the plan is ready to take place tomorrow morning."

"And how exactly do you know where he will be?"

"Well you didn't pay me for my good looks now did you," he replied back sarcastically. "We've been following him for about a few days now and not once did he notice. Lucky for us the detective takes the same routes to work every week depending if he has his kid or not. The grab will be so easy he won't even see it coming."

A coy smile covered their face. After months of planning everything was finally coming together and soon the information that was sought would be found. If all the cards were played right. "Good," they replied happily, smiling slightly. "I want everything set up exactly how I planned. We only have one shot at this and if you screw it up I will make you wish you were never born."

Even though it was said with a smile he could here the murderous tone behind it causing Black to shiver slightly. He wouldn't lie and say he wasn't somewhat scared because he was. "Calm down, everything will turn out fine," he said trying his best to diffuse the situation.

The murderous tone remained, more forceful than before as they walked closer to the man known as Mr. Black. "It better or I swear to God, I will end you. All of you. Do make sure you remember that," they hissed, poking a finger hard into Black's chest.

He didn't have a chance to say anything else as the person slipped passed him and walked out of the door.

"Call me when it's done."

"Will do boss." He watched them for a few moments before he closed the door and pulled out his phone. He needed to call the people he planned to work with to make sure they knew exactly what they needed to do. This job had to be done right or it would end terrible for him and all his associates. The last thing he wanted was to end up dead for someone else's mistake.

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Don't sweat the small stuff. It's way to hot for it.

Ladycizzle