A/N: Thank you for the idea Charlottarosa; I am using your idea for this chapter and said chapter is dedicated to you. Thank you to all of my loyal readers, followers, reviewers, and favoriters (is that a word?). You guys are awesome! 3 XD I will try to post as often as I can, but I do have school tomorrow (unless I have a snow day, please God). Song of the chapter: I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin.

Also apparently I need to do this sooo… Disclaimer: unfortunately, I own nothing.

Here we go!

Chapter 3

Reagans' House

It was their annual Sunday dinner that evening and the table was unusually quiet. It had been four days since Danny had gone missing and the law enforcing family was worried for him, but also for Jamie. The youngest Reagan had always looked up to the Marine, and contrary to popular belief, they were actually quite close. Frank had silently decided it was time to talk to him. After dinner Frank followed Jamie upstairs.

"Jamie?" he asked tentatively. Jamie whipped around, obviously startled by his father's presence. "You know you can come to me with anything, right?"

His son nodded.

"So, why don't you now?"

Jamie shrugged.

As he sat on the bed, he looked down at the ground, subtly covering his red eyes and tear-streaked face. Frank knelt in front of his youngest son and cupped his chin, forcing the younger man to look at him. "Talk to me." he whispered.

That was it for Jamie. He threw his arms around his father, and his father held him as he sobbed. "Wh-what if h-he d-doesn't come b-back?" he fretted.

"Sh, sh," his father whispered reassurances into his emotionally wrecked son. He knew he couldn't promise his son's safe return, but he was not completely hopeless. "Danny's to stubborn to even consider leaving this family behind," he offered.

Jamie calmed down enough to pull away and offer a watery smile to his father. "Thanks Dad," he whispered.

"Go to sleep son, and in the morning we can talk to your mother about that soccer practice after school."

He tucked his son into bed and walked toward the door, "Night Dad."

"Goodnight Jamie," Francis Reagan smiled as he closed the door.

Iraq

Unfortunately not everyone in the Reagan clan was having such a great night. Danny's captors had come in for another 'visit' in which they demanded information about the Marin Corps and their bases. Danny being the patriot he was, refused to even open his mouth for a witty comment. This disrespect angered the Iraqis more and more with every question, resulting in more pain and injuries for the Marine in question.

This particular evening, Danny could tell he wasn't the only one who was angering his captors. Unfortunately this meant that the captured man was in for a world of pain. He was beaten and cut more than usual, but the loyal marine kept his mouth shut, not even screaming once.

It was his captors' anger, though, that helped him, no matter how much pain they had put him through. (A/N: I wanted to end it here, but I'm not that cruel ;).)

In his fit of rage, Danny's last torturer left him untied in a pile on the floor and the door unlocked. Not believing his luck, Danny pushed himself off the ground with difficulty, and walked – limped - toward the door and slowly turned the handle, cracking the door and peering through. He caught sight of the door he half-remembered being dragged through, that led outside.

He slowly walked through the strangely silent hall towards the door, his senses on high alert for even the slightest movement. He finally made it to the door and gently pushed it open, inching his way outside. When he saw no one around, he ran, he ran for his life.

But of course, someone up there hated him and a single guard on patrol caught sight of him. The man aimed his gun at the injured soldier and fired.

Danny turned sharply, but the bullet still caught him in the thigh. Beaten and shot, the stubborn Marine kept running in the direction he thought and hoped was north and his camp, Iraqis hot on his tail.

I ran, it was dark, I didn't know where I was, or where I was headed, I didn't even know what day it was. The one thing I did know: get away. I had finally gotten the chance to escape, and I had taken it, will I make it?

Yes, I will. I have to, for Linda, and for Jamie. I will make it.

A/N: Hope it's okay. I will try to update again soon. Thanks for the comments. I'm open to ideas.

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