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"Where do you think Myles would go?" Lucy asked. She hated herself for not forcing that conversation on him earlier about ignoring her. Perhaps they would have sorted things out and not been at home when this happened. Dimitrius had returned looking grave. He was now standing there staring at a paper in his hands, unsure of what to do with it.

"I'm not sure," D finally said. He looked up. "What do you make of this?" He held up the paper. It was a photo of the Joker from Batman pointing with his face full of cruel laughter.

"He's calling us jokers?" Bobby asked. This guy was starting to piss him off.

"You still have your note?" D asked Jack.

"Yea," Jack replied. He dug into his pocket and pulled it out in its baggie. "I thought maybe you'd want it for prints."

"My team is so smart," D grinned. He took it from Jack and kept it with the photo. He'd send it off to check for prints in a moment. He went grim again thinking about Myles.

"Maybe we should call hospitals?" Tara suggested.

"You had to go there didn't you?" Lucy said. She regretted her tone as soon as the words came out. Tara looked hurt. Bobby went up beside her and pulled her into a side hug.

"It was just a suggestion, Luce," he said.

"I'm sorry. I'm just on edge," Lucy told them. "I really don't want to think about him being hurt."

"Neither do we, but it's a valid suggestion, and I'm on it," D said. He left with the papers to drop them off while he made the calls. Tara went to sit at her desk. She needed to think. Her brain was still whirling about what her birth mom had said about her that she could barely focus on much else.

"How are you holding up?" Jack asked Sue. She was sitting at her old desk with Levi at her feet. Everything was overwhelming for her right now. She wasn't really sure what else to say.

"I'm okay," she replied finally. Jack went over to her and put his arm around her, kissing the side of her head.

"What the bloody hell?!" John said, charging into the bullpen. Sue stood up quickly.

"John!" She hurried over to him and hugged him.

"I'm all right," he said gruffly. "Do any of you know what's going on?"

"Not at this moment," Bobby told him.

"Myles is missing," Jack chimed in. John stared in disbelief.

"What are you all doing here then?" he asked. "I'd be going out to look for my man."

"We will be. We were told to stay put," Jack said defensively.

"You wouldn't last long on my team," John said. "I encourage rebelling against the rules."

"Hey, we're waiting to figure out what's happened before we all go running about and get shot at some more," Bobby said angrily. "So lay off!" John looked like he wanted to say more, but Sue tugged at his arm.

"Where is Jane and Maddy?" she asked. "And Charlie and Tess?"

"They're at a safe house. I came to help. I will not stand around and let this asshole put me into hiding," John growled.

"Ah, you're here," D said, returning. "Good. You can help look for Myles."

"No luck with the hospitals?" Lucy asked.

"No. He hasn't come in, so let's take that as a possible good sign," D said.

"Or else he's been snatched," John muttered.

"Let's not go there yet," D suggested.

"Trace his phone. I know you can do that stuff," John said, crossing his arms. D paused. Then he looked to Tara. She nodded and switched on her computer. Bobby watched as her fingers blurred across the keys and she pulled up a screen that showed a blinking red dot sitting stationary on the street over from where Myles lived. She felt her heart stop. If it wasn't moving, that wasn't a good sign.

"D," she said, gesturing. He came over to look. Then he stood up straight.

"John," he said. "You're coming with me."

"Ready player one," John said, loading his pistol loudly.

"We're going too," Bobby said.

"One of you has to stay with the girls," D said.

"I'll stay," Jack offered. He knew that despite their rivalry and constant poking at each other, Bobby had a soft spot for Myles. He also wanted to stay with Sue as she was looking rather distressed.

"We're not helpless," Tara said once they were gone.

"I know that," Jack said. "It's just to make him feel better."

Myles

He opened his eyes, feeling woozy. He wasn't sure where he was. He lifted his head slowly, but the dizziness made him set it back down again. He felt like he was going to vomit.

"How's our patient?" a woman asked. She hovered over him. "Quite the nasty shot you took there."

"Who're you?" Myles managed to ask.

"Not important," she dismissed. "Jonah here got you here in the nick of time." She checked his IV and vitals.

"I'm at the hospital?" Myles asked.

"Mmmm, not quite," the woman said, shifting uncomfortably.

"But...I saw..."

"Yea, well, when Jonah ran in to get help, panicked and told the cabbie to bring you here instead," she explained. "He doesn't do public very well."

"So I'm in some underground hospital?" Myles tried to joke.

"Something like that," she smiled. "I really am a nurse. Among other things."

"Ah. A multitasker. My kind of woman," Myles snickered. He felt like laughing for no reason. "What am I on?"

"Some painkillers. You're also coming off of the anesthetic I had put in you to knock you out. Had to get that bullet out," she added.

"Okay good. I'm not usually so weird," Myles laughed. She smiled. She went to leave when he called out after her.

"Yes?" she asked.

"What's your name?"

"Like I said, it's not important," she winked.

"She likes to be anonymous," Jonah said, stepping out of the shadows.

"Aarrghh!" Myles shouted, frightened. "Were you there the whole time?"

"Yup. Sorry. She said I had to be quiet. I figured since you're awake and all I could talk again," Jonah shrugged.

"Why did you bring me here?" Myles demanded. "What was wrong with the hospital?"

"They were looking at me funny. I didn't like it," Jonah reasoned.

"So now I'm in some underground hospital?" Myles asked.

"I guess you could say that," Jonah mused. "Never thought of this as being underground though."

"Trust me, it is one," Myles sighed.

"Jonah!" the woman called. "Leave him alone!"

"That's my cue to leave," Jonah said. He waved goodbye as Myles closed his eyes and fell back into sleep.

"I can't thank you enough for this, Amy," Jonah said to the woman as he entered her kitchen. She was making coffee.

"He really should have gone to a proper hospital, Jonah," she scolded. "And don't say my name out loud. It's best he doesn't know. He's FBI after all."

"He is?" Jonah asked, astonished. "How did you...?"

"Found his badge inside his coat when I took it off," Amy shrugged. "I don't need the FBI crashing into my home and arresting me for practising nursing in my home."

"But you are a nurse, right?" Jonah asked, concerned.

"Oh yes. I just needed a career change," Amy replied. She needed a life change. There were some ghosts in her past that she couldn't seem to run away from. She had spent her whole time looking for the person who had wrecked her life. It was the reason she got into nursing because that was the world he belonged to as a doctor. When he had shown up at her hospital, she thought she had it all figured out what she was going to say to him, to confront him about what he'd done to her, but it never happened. She ended up running away and hiding amongst homeless people and acting like an invisible person. Seeing him had brought it all back, and he had damn well known it. He even had the nerve to bring it up and mock the whole thing, which sent her into a depression she thought she'd never get back out of. It was one thing for a man to mock a one night stand, but it was another to mock a situation where there had been no consent whatsoever.

"You seem like you've got some haunts, Amy," Jonah said, watching her carefully. She looked up at him cautiously. Jonah was the only other person she could trust. She had debated telling him about her parents, how they died when she was 14 and thus weren't there when she went through major trauma at 15 and the consequences that came after it. She had been taken in by her mother's best friend, who was also a nurse. It was the other reason she went into nursing. Sadly, Amy lost this woman as well to cancer. Amy had almost let herself completely fall in love with a man, but he was tragically taken from her by a car accident a week after they had braved to tell each other they loved one another. Amy had decided then that she wouldn't allow herself to be close to anyone else ever again. The heartache when it was over was too much for her heart to take.

"I have a past, Jonah," Amy said slowly. "Just like I'm sure you do. When you're ready to tell me why you decide to live as a homeless person, I'll tell you about me."

"Deal," Jonah said, shaking her hand. He wasn't ready to tell his story yet. He figured she knew that already and that was why she made the deal to begin with.

"Sugar?" Amy asked, gesturing to the cup of coffee she had just poured.

"Yes please," Jonah grinned.

Bobby/Dimitrius/John

"You're there," Tara said in his ear. Bobby signaled for the others to stop. John knelt down and picked up the cell phone. It was cracked. Something else caught his eye.

"Blood," he told D, pointing. D looked pained suddenly.

"I'll call you back," Bobby said to Tara. He hung up, not wanting her to hear.

"It's not enough to say he bled out here," John said. "But he was definitely shot here."

"So where is he now?" Bobby asked. "Did he take himself to the hospital?"

"Lucy?" D said into his phone. "Try the hospitals again. Yea, there's evidence he was hurt. I'm sorry." He hung up feeling ill.

"Are you thinking..." John started. The rustling stopped him short. He whipped around, cocking his gun. The raccoon made a kind of squeaking noise in return.

"Killer raccoon 1, John 0," Bobby sniggered.

"Shut up," John growled. He was on high alert since that afternoon. He figured Bobby would be too if he had been shot at once today already. They continued to scan the alleyway for more clues.

"We've got burned rubber here," Bobby called.

"Someone pulled out of here in a hurry," D nodded. "Good work. I'll call the crime unit to start collecting evidence." John had a better idea. He went over to the house across the alley and knocked on the door.

"John!" D called. "What are you doing?!"

"Hello?" a woman asked, answering the door.

"Hi. I'm Agent Thomas. We're investigating a situation across from your house. I was hoping maybe you saw something?" John asked. She stood there looking stunned.

"N-no I didn't see anything. I've been in the basement all night painting," she said. "I'm sorry."

"I saw a man," a little voice said behind her. The woman turned to reveal a small boy holding a teddy bear.

"You did?" John asked, kneeling down to his level. "What did the man look like?"

"He was black," the boy nodded solemnly. "He was helping another man into a cab."

"It's African American, sweetie," the woman corrected.

"That's all right," John said. "Good work. Was the other man white?"

"Yea," the boy replied. "He looked hurt."

"You've been a very big help, young man," John said, holding out his hand for the boy to shake, which he did. "I just might recommend you to Homeland Security when you're old enough." The boy giggled as John winked at him. He turned and left, crossing the street in a few quick steps.

"What did you find out?" D asked.

"That a black man helped a white man into a cab right here," John said. "And the white man looked hurt. Gotta be our man, Myles."

"Who's the other guy?" Bobby wondered.

"We won't know for sure until we find surveillance," John said. "But at least we now have a lead." He looked down the street, spotting a camera mounted on a building wall.

"We can also start with that camera right there," he pointed. D and Bobby followed his finger, and felt relief. If they could get the cab on camera, then they could find where it had gone.

Jessie

"Hey man, you get 'em?" the huge mountain of a man said to him. Jessie high fived him in return. It was so good to be free.

"I scared 'em but good. It's time to take it to the next level," he replied. He sat down and propped his legs, crossing them.

"So how did you get out anyway?" the other guy asked, cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Swapped with a dead man," Jessie shrugged. "They're not all that smart in there you know, or observant."

"You're a genius, man," the second guy said, laughing. He tapped his cigarette. Jessie leaned back in his chair, reveling in his grand escape. Bruce and Hugo were old friends of the family. He had known where to find them. Hugo was appropriately named. He stood at almost six foot six and 280 pounds. Bruce was less than half of Hugo's size and height. They made quite the pair, but Jessie didn't care. He only cared to be safe from the authorities, and these guys were very good at succeeding in just that. They also had access to guns. He was all set.

Bobby & Tara

Bobby made his way back to Tara, leaving John to call Jane and dive into the whole surveillance thing. He needed to see Tara and make sure she was okay. She was still reeling from the words of "Unwanted" when this whole thing happened.

"Hey," he said, finding her in the hall with her back against the wall.

"Hi," she said. He stopped in front of her.

"You all right?" he asked.

"I will be when this jerk gets put away or killed," Tara said. "I don't even care which anymore."

"I understand," he said, pulling her into a hug. "How are you holding up with the, uh, other thing."

"The whole I was unwanted by my mother thing? Just fine," Tara answered.

"I seriously doubt that," he said.

"I'm really trying to not think about it right now," Tara told him. "It's not helping."

"Okay. We'll talk about it later then," Bobby agreed.

"Or maybe never," Tara added. They stood there looking at each other until John's voice reached their ears.

"Guys? We got 'im," John said.

Lucy

Lucy was pacing back and forth. She was glad they had found where Myles was taken, but she was scared what may have happened to him there. The men left to go rescue him, and she stayed behind with the others.

"He'll be okay, Luce," Sue said reassuringly.

"I hope so. I'll never forgive myself if..." Lucy trailed off. She felt tears well up again.

"He'll be right as rain, and then you can kick his butt for not answering your text," Tara said, trying to get Lucy to smile. Lucy had told Tara and Sue what had happened earlier. Neither of them were sure what to make of it.

"You guys are really tight, huh?" Jane asked, watching.

"We're family," Tara replied. She felt her own throat tighten at this. She looked at her friends. They were her family. Maybe she didn't need her birth mother in her life at all. These wonderful people were truly enough to complete her.

"They're going in," Jane commented, watching the screen. The others didn't go watch. They wanted to see Myles in person rather than on a screen. Lucy prayed and prayed that he would be all right. She needed a chance to talk to him. She needed him.

I apologize if this story seems dark. It's the darkest before dawn; the shadow proves the sunshine :) The dawn and sunshine is coming I promise! But there will still be a lot of mystery ;)