Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. I do not receive any profit from these writings. If that were even remotely possible, I'd be on the picket line with the Hollywood writers.

NOTE: Changed numbering on the chapters and ditched the prologue chapter (what a waste). Also, I've committed to where I think the story is going—in terms of a couple-pairing.

Also, please keep in mind that although the story line (for now) is similar… I am taking creative liberties.

Chapter 4:

Danny rushed to the scene and before he could contemplate the feel of the pavement against the soles of his shoes he was standing next to a very tense Don Flack. Flack's eyes were tethered to the warehouse in front of him as a SWAT technician hooked up an infrared scanning sensor. It was the only positive way they could know how many guys they were dealing with. And it was the only way they could know for sure the status of the hostages.

Danny let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when the screen sprang to life and he saw no blue bodies on the screen. Blue was bad. Blue was dead.

Don heard Danny's sigh and felt the same relief when he saw the screen. But his brow furrowed when he saw one red blur slumped over on the floor.

"You talked to Montana… She's alive."

Flack never took his eyes off the screen. In a low and even whisper, Flack responded. "She didn't sound good, Danny."

Danny's breath hitched and he wrung his hands together. Looking to the warehouse, he squinted… as if he could somehow will his eyes to see through the walls. To see what was happening inside. Danny was vaguely aware that Flack was ordering the SWAT officers to surround the building, take positions on higher ground, and prepare the bot to deliver the walkie to the suspects. His concentration, however, remained focused on the barrier between his friends and their safety.

They just dumped her on the ground like she was a sack of potatoes. No, not even a sack of potatoes… worse… like a bag of garbage. Adam cringed when they saw them just dump her body on the ground. He heard the thud from her skull hitting the floor of the trailer. The sound didn't bother him as much as her lack of movement afterwards.

The goons walked away and before he took inventory of Lindsay's fresh injuries, Adam made sure to hide the solution he swiped from his kit.

Leaning over, he could see that she was breathing. Blood was matted on the back of her head. He peered over her to see blood coming from her nose and mouth. There was an angry red mark on her forehead. She was a mess…

And then somehow she was awake. Her eyes fluttered open, but she didn't move.

"Lindsay…" He only got a low groan in return. "Don't move, okay. Just… just don't move."

He looked to the patrol officers for some kind of reassurance. Their eyes betrayed their fear. And Adam finally realized that unless help came in some way, things may end very badly for them today.

She could smell Danny's cologne. He always had this sweet, musky smell to him, but you could never smell it until you were standing inches away. And even then, the smell wasn't constant. Every once in a while you would get close enough and be lucky enough to catch the briefest whiff of his scent. She could smell it so clearly now.

She opened her eyes and she was in Danny's apartment. She looked around and he wasn't there. She can't find him and she's not sure where he's gone. She knows that he had been there before…

She blinked and she was no longer in Danny's apartment. The warehouse. Adam. The officers. The masks. The guns.

The smell of Danny's cologne was slowly fading away and being replaced by the metallic, coppery smell of blood. It was pungent. And from some recess of her mind, the thought that it was in fact her own blood that she smelled came to the forefront.

Her blood. The panic and the bile rose in her throat.

And then she was awake.

Flack attached the walkie talkie to the bot and watched as a SWAT officer turned on the navigation system to send it into the warehouse. Flack stepped back behind the monitor to watch the six red blobs on the infrared sensor. As the bot approached the warehouse, he watched as two of the blobs moved to the area where they were sending the bot.

One of the men picked up the walkie, and Flack took a deep breath. Danny was still staring at the building with a pained look.

"Nice toy."

Flack was not at all surprised by the thick Irish accent that he was hearing on the other end of the line. "I've got some others. Why don't ya come out here and I'll show ya how to use 'em."

"Think I'll pass. Kind of occupied with some guests."

"Now that you've got my attention, what do you want to unload those guests?"

"Release my guys from the raid this morning. All of them. Now."

And with that the walkie talkie clicked off.

Lindsay's eyes were open. Her eyes focused on a speck on the floor in front of her. She fought the hot tears that she felt welling in her eyes. Lindsay knew she had to focus on something. She'd talked to Flack. The cavalry would come. Someone would help her; someone would help them.

Flashback…

"Flack" She tries to steady her voice. It doesn't work.

"Monroe?... You alr.." She cuts him off.

"Yeah, it's me, Lindsay. We've got a problem at the crime scene." Hot tears streamed down her cheeks. "You should get here soon."

"What's going on? Monroe, are you hurt?" He's standing at his desk now. Other officers are starting to notice the level of concern in his voice.

"Just, you need to get here soon, Don. OK? Just.. get to the warehouse."

He hears the tears in her voice and he's already making hand motions to other officers and signaling for them to put out the call. He plugs his phone in to record the call. He hears some whispering in the background and then a slight whimper from Lindsay.

"He says that they'll kill us if you don't get here in the next 20 minutes."

"Lindsay, I'm already on my way. Tell them I'm on my way."

Her voice gets further away and he hears a muffled male voice in the background. Then he hears Lindsay yell, "… two of them, Flack.. two." And then he hears some shouting from the male voice, a yelp from Lindsay and the line goes dead.

She just hoped that Adam got the solution from his kit in case there was no cavalry.

Next Time…

The rescue.