Part Two- Biting Cold Freezing the Blood

Lindsey opened her eyes slowly, her throat scratchy. It was still freezing in the little room she was closed in. Sitting up, she glanced around, finally deciding she was alone. Tugging at the blood caked ropes around her wrists screamed out in agony, and she winced. After a few moments of struggling, and a lot more cut flesh, her wrists were free. Tenderly cradling her bruised and bloodied wrists, she glanced around, and then sprinted for the door.

What she didn't expect was for her kidnapper to open the door right in front of her face. She jumped back with a gasp, as glared at her with anger filled eyes.

"Don't even think about it Princess." he hissed, advancing on her as she backed away, "You can't get away that easily."

With surprisingly speed he grabbed a fistful of her auburn locks, and threw her into a wall. Her head cracked painfully against it, and she couldn't hold back a cry of pain. Feeling him lift her again to slap her, she barely heard his words.

"Don't try gettin' out, Princess. Door's locked and window's too." he said, and kicked her one more time for good measure before throwing her onto the bed.

Whimpering in pain, she gently touched the now bleeding gash on her left temple. Her throbbing headache returned, and she felt sick. Unable to hold it in, she leaned over the headboard, and retched until there was nothing left to push out.

Wiping her mouth, and grimacing at the taste of bile, she pulled the pillow into her arms, and broke down into tears.

What she wouldn't give to hear Danny's teasing voice right now. To hear the nickname she despised so much on the outside, but on the inside she didn't mind all that much.

"Anything would be better than this." she moaned.

I can see it now, she thought, Danny is going to give me the teasing of the lifetime. Well, probably not, but I don't think I'd mind right now. Anyone would make me feel better now…

Smiling at the thought of the teasing man, she tried to fall back into dreams and leave her pain behind. Time was starting to blur for her, and she didn't really know what day it was. All she knew was that she was cold, alone, and could not get her mind off Danny.

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Opening her dark orbs once more, she met her captor's fierce azure gaze. He stepped forward, and put a hand on her cheek.

"Such a nice lil' Princess." he murmured, "I'm sorry for yer pretty lil' head there."

She didn't answer, only tried to not gag at his words. He chuckled, and she knew he was grinning smugly behind the mask. Shuddering, she forced her gaze down to the rumpled sheets. His gaze narrowed, and stalked out of the room. For a while Lindsey's body tried to vomit, but there was nothing to produce. So she just sat wearily in the bed, dragging the blankets around her.

She checked down at her watch, and blanched. Two days had passed already since the day she'd been knocked out. Trembling even worse, she fell into sobs.

She didn't notice that a few more hours had passed, but her body was growing away to hunger nagged at the back of her mind. She was also still thirsty, her throat painfully dry. Stretching out her body to relieve her sore muscles, she curled right back up to try and kept some warmth. Her breath was coming out in smoky plumes. Shivering she wished she had her warm fleece blanket and black comforter. Instead all she had was a light fleece jacket meant to keep you warm outside only for a little bit.

The door opened yet again, and her head shot up. He was there, tossing her cell phone in between his hands.

"Tell ya what Princess. I'll let ya make a call. Get a ransom outta ya. Maybe it'll get me some more… amusement before I'm done with ya." he said, and tossed her the phone, "Make the call."

She looked at the phone in her hands, and didn't hesitate to hit a number on speed dial. He snatched it back, and raised it to his ear.

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Danny groaned before walking into Mac's office. His boss looked up a moment before returning his gaze to the papers in front of him.

"Hey Mac, you guys get anything, anything on Montana?" he asked, putting both hands on Mac's desk and putting weight on it.

"No, afraid not. I'm sorry Danny, but we can't figure out who might have taken Lindsey." replied Mac, putting down the folder and moving to his feet.

Danny grunted, and started to pace. The more he paced, the more troubled his thoughts grew, and the more troubled they grew the more his frown deepened. Finally he banged his fist down on the desk.

"Damn it Mac, she could be dead! For all we know she could be…" he couldn't say it again.

"We know that Danny, and we're doing all we can to find her." Mac said calmly. He knew how much Lindsey meant to Danny, so he knew not to push him.

"Well obviously it ain't good enough if we can't find her." he snapped back, pacing returned and faster.

Mac was about to reply when Danny's phone then went off. Danny sighed, but that ended when he saw who the caller ID was. It was Lindsey. Swiftly putting it on speakerphone he answered.

"Montana?"

"Miss your little Princess?" said an oily voice on the other end, and Danny felt his heart leap into his throat.

"What have you done with Lindsey?" he ground out, looking at Mac who was already getting to work on trying to track the signal.

"Oh don't worry. Your Princess is safe. A little blue in the face, but what do you expect in a cold place? She asked to make a phone call." replied the voice, "What to say hi? Tell him you're alright Princess."

"Danny? That's you?" came the frail voice of Lindsey.

Danny sighed in relief, she was okay.

"Hey Montana, any clue where you are? Who took you?" he said, trying to be calm.

"Sorry Danny. No. But are you okay?" she replied.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. How you holding up?" he countered.

"Very cold, sick, and pained, but okay. I guess- hey!" the phone was taken from her shaking hands.

"That's enough Princess. Now, what'll you pay for her?" came the oily man's voice.

"You son of a bitch…"

"Now, now, temper m'boy. You don't want me t' pull the trigger on her now, do ya?" the voice was smug.

Danny looked desperately at Mac, who nodded. They had location.

"Waddaya want?" he said, accent coming in thick.

"Hm, let's say, just a million bucks for your Princess. Then I'll give 'er back safe an' sound." the voice said, "I'll give ya a drop point later."

The dial tone then greeted Danny's ear, and he shut his phone. Mac nodded, and Danny knew what to do. Time to catch a criminal and save his Montana.

A/N: Again, not too long, but pretty good? I'm trying to make the characters as in character as possible. By the way y'all, this only starts with kidnapping Lindsey. I'm going to keep going on with the DanLind relationship. Merry Christmas y'all!