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Chapter 3

Tuesday 7th December – 1500

Danny's apartment – South Bronx

29 HOURS MISSING

Picking through Danny's apartment or what was left of it, Phil had come in contact with a bunch of junkies and drunks that roamed Danny's building. It was fitting that Danny was staying with 'his own', Phil thought. He had tried to talk to some of these people, but they had been too drunk or stoned to string a sentence together, let alone remember last night. The smell of the apartment block was getting to him – what was the point of being here? It was just a bunch of dead drunken and stoned ends. He wasn't achieving anything. Why couldn't Jack get it - Danny wasn't perfect and he probably just bailed on his job and his pathetic life. So it was pointless looking for him. Phil was lost in his negative thoughts until a knock on the door startled him.

"Who are you?" the voice demanded, "and what have you done to Danny's apartment. Danny works for the FBI, you know and I am going to phone them right now."

Phil looked up to see a short, bent, elderly lady standing in the door way. "I'm with the FBI," he said as he stood up and pulled out his ID. "My name is Special Agent Phillip Glanville."

"What's happened to Danny's apartment? Why does it look like this?"

"Ma'am, that's what I am here to find out. Now what's your name?" Phil asked in a gentle voice.

"Doris Stoneham. Now where is Danny?" she demanded.

"I work with Danny and he didn't turn up for work today. I was just wondering if you heard or saw anything," Phil asked gently.

"Oh god," Doris said as she collapsed into a chair. "No-no I wasn't here. Danny paid for me to go to one of those spa places upstate."

"So you weren't here last night?" Phil asked.

"No I told you I was in a spa and just got back. You don't think I did anything to Danny? I could never do anything to Danny," Doris exclaimed.

"I'm sorry. I just needed to know if you saw or heard anything. Maybe it was last week, did Danny argue with anyone? You never know what could help," Phil said with a smile. He didn't have the charming smile that Danny had, but he did have rugged good looks. He was about the same height as Danny but carried several pounds more of muscle. Before he had joined the FBI, he had been in Delta force.

"No, Danny wouldn't do anything like that. Danny is a good boy. He buys my groceries, fills my prescriptions, and does repairs around my apartment. He's a good boy, Agent Glanville. You have to find him," Doris pleaded.

"I will, I will," Phil reassured with a smile. He sighed as he watched Doris leave. In his opinion, 'Agent Taylor' was a good for nothing drunk with a dark, evil past. 'Taylor' didn't deserve to be alive after what he had done, let alone be in the FBI or on Jack's team. 'Taylor' was scum and the longer he stayed missing, the better for everyone. He didn't care that people thought Danny was an angel. He wasn't. He had obviously pulled the wool over those poor people's eyes. Phil sighed, realizing that Jack was his boss and he had made Danny their active case so he guessed he would have to work it.

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Tuesday 7th December – 1500 hours

26 Federal Plazas, Manhattan

29 HOURS MISSING

Viv sat tiredly in front of the television monitor. It had taken hours to get hold of the video footage. Didn't they understand that a federal agent was injured and had gone missing? Closing her eyes, she ran a hand over her weary face.

Danny had only been on the team for three weeks and now he was missing. Something terrible had happened to him. She felt a tear escape as she thought of the blood stained bathroom and bullet they had found in it. She had to squeeze her eyes tightly shut to prevent herself from crying when they confirmed that all of the blood in the apartment had been Danny's. She barely knew Danny, but she guessed all of that was about to change. In the little time she had known Danny, she had found him to be an intensely private person. She wondered how difficult it would be to find out about Danny's private life.

The images that were unfolding on the screen pulled her out of her thoughts. She stared at the screen as she saw a nervous looking Danny appear. He was looking around wildly. Reaching out, she touched his image. She forced herself to continue to watch the events unfold.

Fade to

Danny quickly walked down into the subway station. He looked over his shoulder; he knew they were following him. He just hoped that a train would arrive before they would. He almost screamed in frustration and fear, when he heard the announcement – all trains cancelled until further notice, due to a signal failure. Why was there signal failure today, of all days? He knew his past would catch up with him someday, he had been running from it his whole life. He hadn't been too naïve or stupid to believe it would never happen, it had caught up with Rafi – so why wouldn't they catch up with him?

He saw them coming down the stairs towards him. He looked for an escape, but found none. He had seen Rafi's body and it still haunted him. He knew these people had no morals, he knew they wouldn't stop because he was a FBI agent – in fact if anything it would increase their pleasure. He scanned the area, but he couldn't see them. He cursed. Why had he turned his back on them? He heard an explosion and fell to the ground as white hot pain tore through his shoulder. He felt blood run down his arm and chest, and the world started to become blurry. He tried to take deep calming breaths but his breathing was ragged. He just wanted it to end, but he knew he had to keep on going – if he didn't, she would die. Forcing himself to stand, he had to get out of there – but how? He forced his pain- ridden mind to concentrate. How was he going to get out of here – alive? He spied a discarded water bottle and threw it across the empty station. As the men shot at the bottle, he ran. He ran for his life.

Viv put a hand over her mouth and bit back tears. Under normal circumstances, this would shock her, but this… well she knew the victim. She stared at the now empty station and forced herself to react. She looked up, and called Jack over.

Jack hurried over as soon as he heard Viv's tense voice. "Viv, what have you found?" he asked in a voice full of concern and worry.

"I-I think, I think you should just watch," Viv managed to blurted out as she pointed to the monitor.

A few minutes later, Jack held his head in his hands. He knew Danny had been shot, but seeing him get shot when he was powerless do any thing made him so powerless. Knowing that Danny had been shot and now missing made him feel so unless. "O-Okay, okay," Jack managed to stammer. "U-mm okay. Right, we know Danny was in the subway station where he was shot, we know he made it out of there and we know he made to his apartment. What we don't know is what happened to him between the station and his apartment."

"We also don't know what happened to him after the apartment," Viv cut in. "We don't even know if he is alive!"

Jack laid a supportive hand on her shoulder. "Danny's alive. In the short time I have known him, I know he is a fighter and he is stubborn. True, we don't know what happened to him after he came back to the apartment. But if we can work out what happened to him between the subway station and his apartment – then maybe then just maybe we can will have a chance to find him alive," he said as he tried to reassure her.

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Tuesday 7th December – 1600 hours

26 Federal Plaza, Manhattan

30 HOURS MISSING

Raking his hands through his hair, Jack had really forced himself not to run to the bathroom and empty the contacts of his stomach. Danny had been shot. He had seen it, and he had been powerless to stop it. He was going to find his agent and bring him home – alive. Whatever Danny had done or not done in his past, he didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to be out there alone, hurt and scared. He stared at the note in Danny's file. Why had Danny changed his name in April 1990? And what was Danny's name before that date? He sighed and typed Danny's social into the computer. If Danny's name was a legal name change, it would tell him want Danny's original name was. Maybe it would be the key to finding Danny.

He frowned as Danny's photo appeared on the screen. He scanned the details – trying to find something he didn't know about Danny. He sharply inhaled as he saw Danny's original name – Alvarez. He did a brief search on Alvarez; he gasped and let his head fall into his hands as the search results came up. Alvarez, more importantly Danny's family, had been associated with a gang in Miami. He knew Danny would never be associated with a gang, even if he had a gun held to his head. What if someone close to him was threatened? He knew that Danny wouldn't stand idly by as someone he loved was threatened. But why didn't ask for help? Was it because he simply didn't trust them or was it something more sinister? He sighed and shuffled some of the paper that was on his desk, until he found Danny's bank details. He hated doing this, it felt like such in invasion of privacy – but what choice did he have? If he wanted to find Danny, he had to go through his personal details. But his eyes grew wide as scanned Danny's bank details. It explained why he lived in the shithole of all apartments. Danny withdrew $2000 a month. In most cases, he would consider drugs, but with Danny—he didn't think so. If he found out who was blackmailing Danny, he was sure that he would find Danny. He bit his lip; he just didn't know what state Danny would be in when he found him.