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Warning: Mention of torture, sexual assault

"Flynn alright?" Taylor questioned as soon as Provenza sat at his desk.

Provenza looked up, the irritation evident on his face, "Of course he's not alright. Would you be? Hell! None of us are alright…that is our Captain out there in the hands of some asshole. Having who knows what done… Ye gods… Do you have an update for us or what?"

Taylor looked around the room before he continued, "Patrick Simmons, so far has followed the same basic pattern with each of his victims. He meets them in a bar, slips something into their drink and then takes the victim either to their own home or some cheap motel. Apparently, he follows his victims for a while; learning their daily routines. He knows which ones live alone and which ones don't, thus the need for the motel room. He removes all of their clothing with the exception of… their panties while they are still unconscious. He restrains their hands above their heads with duct tape. He spends the majority of the time he's with his victims, masturbating on them and repeatedly whipping them with a crude paddle fashioned out of a wire clothes hanger. He usually spends four to six hours with each victim before leaving them still restrained to be found. Out of the nine victims in Alabama, all nine suffered welts and bruising; oh and dehydration, because he refuses to allow them to have anything to drink. The last three victims…were… also burned with a homemade branding iron apparently also molded out of a wire hanger. I don't have as many details concerning the victims from the other states but all of those young ladies were branded as well."

"So there was no penetration in any of the victims, just masturbation on the suspects part?" Mike asked, taking the report from Taylor as he nodded. He looked through it for a few moments before continuing. "It looks like Mr. Simmons gets off from torture, plain and simple. All the victims had extreme bruising and welts on their breast, hips and thighs according to this report. He never removed any of the ladies underwear and he kept their mouths taped shut as well."

"Did he brand them all in the same place and were they conscious when that happened?" Sykes asked.

Mike continued to page through the report, "Yes, it says here each of the victims were branded with the letters PS on their left hip and apparently that is the last thing he does before he leaves them."

"What is the last thing he does?"

They all turned to the sound of Andy's voice, not realizing that he and Buzz had both entered the murder room.

"Where are Rusty and Ricky?" Provenza asked trying to change the subject.

"Ricky's plane was delayed so it will only be about forty five minutes between when he lands and when Emily gets here, so I left Rusty with my car and caught a ride back with patrol. Ricky is really pissed, he could have driven to LA quicker. It took a lot for me to get Rusty to agree to stay and wait, but I finally convinced him it was for the best." Buzz explained.

Andy stepped closer, glancing at Provenza. "Don't change the subject. Mike, I asked you a question. What is the last thing he does?"

Taylor took the report from Mike's hand and gave it to Andy. "Why don't you go in the Captain's office, close the door and read this. It's the information I received concerning the victims in Alabama."

Standing from his desk, Provenza started toward Andy and Chief Taylor, "Chief, I don't think Lieutenant Flynn needs to…"

"Stay out of this Lieutenant!" Taylor barked. "Lieutenant Flynn is a part of this team and he deserves to know everything that the rest of us know. You, yourself said their relationship would not interfere with this division or their ability to do their jobs and yet here…"

Provenza stepped closer to Chief Taylor, the fury blazing in his eyes, "You hold on just one damn minute, Chief! This is not just any case. And she…well, she is certainly not just any victim. That is our Captain! If you want to accuse someone of being biased, then accuse each and every one of us. This division has become what it is because of her and all of us in this room know that! And if trying to protect Flynn is so wrong, then I'm guilty as charged. "

Andy looked toward his partner and best friend, "Louie, its fine. I'm fine. I have to know what to expect when we…find her…" Turning Andy sat at his desk and began to review the report.

Provenza rolled his eyes at Taylor with irritation before returning to his own desk. They all sat in silence as they waited for Andy to read the report. Not a minute had passed when a loud beeping sound suddenly came from Tao's IPad.

"Holy crap!" Tao exclaimed. "The Captain's phone is back online. We should have a location in less than a minute."

"Alright everyone, let's go, let's go. Mike, let everyone know when you get an exact location. And no-one is to enter until we all get there. Do I make myself clear?" Provenza commanded as they all jumped up and ran for the elevator.

As they pulled out of the parking garage following behind Mike and Julio, Flynn dialed Sharon's number over and over but each time it went straight to voicemail. "I don't understand, if her phone is on then why isn't she answering it? Unless, what if she's unconscious or…or…"

"Don't jump to conclusions. We…" Provenza's voice was interrupted by the shrill ring of Andy's phone.

"It's Sharon's number. Oh god…"

"Well answer it you idiot!"

Pressing the speaker button, "Flynn," Andy answered.

The voice sounded like Sharon, but yet it didn't, "Emily….I can't reach Emily. I've called her over and over...she's not answering...Andy…you have to help me find her."

Stunned at Sharon's panic, Andy was momentarily speechless. "Sharon? Are you okay? We're on our way to get you."

"Damn-it Andy! Focus! I…have to…find my…daughter. He…said…"her voice was horse and full of panic. "He said he…did…what…Emily, I just need to find her …Please… I need to make sure…Please…just help me…find Emily."

Andy glanced at Provenza, "Sharon…you need to listen to me. Emily is fine."

"No...No...She's not…Andy, don't lie to me! Don't you dare!" Her voice rose with each word spoken. "He said…he said…he hurt her…like…he…I can't let her...Oh god, Emily…Please just help me Andy! She can't..." Sharon cried, her voice dissolving into sheer panic.

"Sharon" Andy calmly spoke, "Emily is on a plane on the way here. That is the only reason you can't reach her. She's fine, sweetheart. I promise. I talked to her myself."

"What? No...I...I don't believe you." Her voice was becoming just a whisper. "He said he hurt...Emily...He told me…I don't...I don't believe you. Andy, he said...he...hurt...Emily...Andy...I can't..."

Andy ran his hand through his hair trying to calm himself before he continued, "Sharon...sweetheart...Just listen to me. Listen to the sound of my voice. I'm telling you the truth. Emily is safe and she on the way here."

He could hear her draw in a ragged breath, "I...I...don't know" She stammered. "Promise me, Andy... That she is okay? I can't...if he did this...to her. Andy?" Her voice was but a whispered sob and she couldn't continue.

In a soft but firm voice, Andy continued trying to get though to Sharon, "I'm not lying to you Sharon. Remember… we always tell each other the truth no matter what." Andy closed his eyes, trying to find the right words to make her understand. He looked back to Provenza, the worry and hurt mirrored in both their eyes. "Sharon? Are you there? Talk to me sweetheart… Emily is fine. I promise... Rusty is at the airport picking Emily and Ricky up as we speak. We are all so worried about you…Sharon…we all love you."

"Andy," her voice was barely a sigh.

"We're almost there, just a few more minutes. Do you know what room number you are in?"

"Umm. I...no...I need to...find...Emily."

"Sharon, where is the suspect?" Andy asked, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

Andy could hear her breathing suddenly becoming very shallow, her voice was low. He could barely hear her, "He can't hurt her now...I'm in the bathroom. The door is…locked. Oh, Andy…I can't let them see me like…you can't let them...Just you…and Provenza come in…okay…my clothes are…I need something to…Oh god!"A sob escaped her lips, before she could continue.

Provenza lay a comforting hand on Andy's arm as he continued, "Don't worry Sharon, I'll take care of you. We're pulling up now. Can you hear the sirens?"

"Maybe…I…" Her voice was weak and sounded distant.

"Stay on with me. Don't hang up Sharon."

"I won't. Andy?" she whispered.

"Yes sweetheart?"

"I love you."

"Love you beautiful. I'm almost there."