A/N: Thanks to everyone who gave a review for the first chapter! I'm happy that I haven't screwed anything up. (So far, anyway.) Fair warning, I had to throw in 'forthwith'. Had to. Forgive me, because I'm still trying to figure everything out. I literally have no game plan right now. But like I said, I adore suggestions. Peace, love, and R&R! Spanks :{)

"There are those who fail, there are those who fall, there are those who will never win, then there are those who fight for the things they believe. And these are men like you and me."-Chris DeBurgh

Okay. He'd done this before, overseas. Whatever was coming, it couldn't possibly be as bad as-A sudden convulsion shook his body as the icy fingers of painful memories from the past threatened to overtake him. His heart pounded against his chest, straining to get free. No. He wouldn't allow himself to panic. Not this time.

"Come on, Reagan," he coached himself quietly, painfully aware of the echo against the silence, "Pull through. Just keep it together." That was all that he had to do. Just keep it together. Danny was still concentrating on his breathing when he heard a dull thud. He held his breath, instantly hyper aware of every movement and every sound. He heard nothing. And then suddenly he was no longer on the ground. He refused to give his attacker any satisfaction, and he didn't respond. He knew it was fruitless. And he would have to conserve his energy. Then he began moving, and with some detachment he realized that he was being held hostage by not one attacker, but two. He barely flinched when he was slammed onto concrete, though his head bounced painfully.

"Hold him still," the voice was low; gruff. His shoulders were pressed down as the rope from around his wrists was cut away. Danny jerked his hands up, but they were held down again in an instant.

"Dammit," he hissed. His teeth nearly went through his lip when he received another blow from behind; this one a blunt object. He released a slow breath.

"Watch your mouth, asshole." The other man. His voice was as rough as the other's, but different, somehow. Harder. He may not have been in the precinct, but his mind was still functioning like a detective. He tried to put the name with a face. He continued turning up blanks. Why didn't he know who these men were? His arms were yanked above his head with enough force to rip them from their sockets.

"Ah!" The sound escaped his mouth before he could stop it. Both men laughed.

"That hurt?" the first asked, chuckling, "My bad." He pulled Danny's arms back just a little higher. Danny clenched his teeth and tried to ignore the shooting pain.

"What, no smartass comment this time?"

"We ain't good enough for you, Reagan?" Still, he said nothing. And then:

"Guess we'll have to tell those wife and kids that-"

"Fuck you," Danny said lowly, the offhanded comment stirring rage deep within him. They could do whatever the hell they wanted with him, but Linda and the boys were off limits. He would never be able to forgive himself if...He refused to even think it.

"There he is," the second kidnapper laughed, pinching his cheek as an old aunt would to her nephew. Danny tried in vain to bite him.

"Be careful now, Reagan. Don't misbehave. We don't treat prisoners who misbehave real well." His legs were stretched impossibly far from his body, and cuffed. He suddenly knew what it was like to be quartered. He felt as if he was about to fall apart at the seams. But it wasn't over. He heard the fabric first, and then felt a burst of cool air as his shirt was cut away. The same was done to his pants until he was left in his underwear and undershirt. Goosebumps immediately broke out over all of his exposed flesh. He shivered and then cried out when his sudden movement caused the bindings to pull harder.

"You be good now, Reagan. We'll be back later." He was still blindfolded.

Frank knew that the trip down to the precinct would be a big trouble maker later on, but for the time being, it was necessary. Baker badly wanted to be clued in, but he just couldn't risk it. It took nearly ten minutes just to convince her to wait in the car while he went inside. He found Detective Curatola at her desk, making a phone call. Upon seeing him, she stood so quickly she nearly knocked everything off of her desk. He nodded at the rest of the detectives.

"As you were," he murmured.

"C-Commissioner," she stammered. He gestured to an empty interrogation room and started towards it. She followed behind and closed the door when they had both entered.

"This is about Danny," she said. He nodded before his words seemed to find him.

"Yes," he began, "It is." Jackie took a seat.

"I told Linda everything I know already."

"I understand. Had he been acting strangely before today?" She shook her head.

"No. And there's no chance he's off doing something undercover. He's only kept something from me once, and uh..I know when he's lying," Curatola told him truthfully. There was no reason not to believe her.

"You'll be sure to call if you hear anything." He meant this as a statement, not as a question. Jackie nodded, eyes down.

"Detective Curatola, do you have somewhere safe to stay?" Her head whipped up.

"You don't think-" Frank held up a hand and stopped her there.

"Right now, I don't think anything. Do you have somewhere safe to stay?" he repeated.

"Yeah." The Commissioner stood.

"Good. Go there, and stay there until you hear otherwise from me." He pushed open the door and dialed a number on his cell phone.

"I need two squad cars parked outside of Detective Curatola's residence forthwith. Until you hear differently from me. Thank you." As Frank stepped outside, he made another call of a different sort.

"Here, you know what, how about you give me this, and then you can go actually do your job?" Erin snapped, grabbing the manila envelope away from some poor pre-law intern. She sighed and sunk into her chair as the door to her office closed behind the frightened youth. She hadn't meant to be so angry, but the day had just been so stressful..Her cell phone rang. Erin considered ignoring it for a moment. It was probably just Danny needing another favor. And she did not have time to deal with him at the moment. But when she saw that it was her father, she picked up right away.

"Dad?"

"Erin, do you have Nicky?" She stood and started toward the door, heart hammering painfully in her chest.

"Why? What happened?" she demanded, pulling open the door and sticking her head in outside. Just then she saw her daughter stroll down the hallway. She gestured frantically for her to hurry up, and then sat back down inside.

"She's right here. Why? What happened dad?" Erin asked again. There was a long pause on the other end of the call. Nicky poked her head in.

"What-" Erin put a finger to her lips and waved her daughter inside. Nicky closed the door behind her and sat down in a chair across from her mother.

"Danny's missing." She put a hand over her heart and closed her eyes.

"He's...what? Are you kidding me?" she whispered.

"Unless you've spoken to him today?" She shook her head in disbelief.

"No, um..no, I haven't talked to him all day. Do you know why-"

"Right now I don't know anything, Erin. But I'd like you and Nicky to come over to my house as soon as we're through on the phone. Linda and the boys will meet you there. I'll send for Jamie." Erin raised her hand to run it through her hair, and then stopped.

"I'll have to get Nicky's clothes, and-"

"I'll arrange for Jamie and officer Renzulli to escort you home, and then to the house. Don't speak to anyone about this. We can't afford the risk." She nodded.

"Right. Okay. Bye dad."

"Goodbye, Erin."