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Evie stared out the window for a second before pulling at the binds on her hand again. She was tied to a chair, hands bound behind her, ankles tied to the legs, duct tape over her mouth, muffling any scream she had tried to make over the last two hours. She was alone in the room and she thanked whatever God there was for that. After a few more minutes of struggling, she gave up. She looked out of the window again, watching a bird on a branch. She was on the second floor, that she could tell and she knew she was in the old neighborhood again and she knew no one here would help her. They were all still scared of Sonny. But Sonny was scared too. Of Detective Taylor and Danny. Of what Alex would say.

Alex. He was with them, the cops! And Danny would definatly help. She just had to focus on getting out of here. So, instead of focusing on pulling the her binds loose, she decided to try to reach the pocket knife she had in the back of her jeans pocket. Slowly, inch by inch, she was able to reach for it and almost dropped it in the process. She flipped it open and began cutting at the tape that held her hands together. After a few minutes, her hands were free and she pulled off the duct tape on her mouth and then began freeing her ankles. Soon, she was free and carefully got up, holding the pocket knife out and ready and willing to use it as a defense. She made it out the door and down the hallway before the bathroom door opened, revealing a gooney who looked at her wide-eyed. She quickly turned and tried to make it to the steps but failed miserably, being tackled at the top.

"Get off of me!" she screamed. "HELP!" He put his hand over her mouth and muffled her next scream. She bit him and he yelped in pain as she brought her knife down into his shoulder. He gripped at it, allowing her to get up and make it down the steps before tripping and being caught by Sonny. She hit at him, kicked him but he wouldn't let her go.

"Let me go! Now!" she yelled at him, trying to shove him away. He just laughed at her.

"Reg!" he called out. "Get a tranquilizer for this animal!"

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"So, what do we do, Mac?" Danny asked. They stood in Mac's office, talking about the recent events and how they could save Evie.

"If Sonny really wants us, he'll be the one to make contact," Mac said before sitting down behind his desk.

"And what if he doesn't?" Danny questioned. "Mac, I've known Alex and Evie for as long as I can remember. He was always protective of her, but not enough. Evie is smart and resourceful and she's a fighter. She'll try to get away."

"Danny..."

"No," Danny said. "His mouth probably got her into this but she'll have to figure her own way out. She could die, Mac. She doesn't deserve to."

"Until we know where Sonny is, we can't do anything," Mac told him.

"Hey," Stella said, coming into the office. "There's a call for you two. It's Sonny." Mac stood up. "Line 3." Pushing the button, he looked up at Danny who had his arms folded.

"Taylor," Mac said into the speaker.

"Nice to hear your voice again, Detective," Sonny's cool voice said, filling the room.

"Wish I could say the same," Mac said sarcastically. "Where's Evie Leonard?"

"Oh, don't worry 'bout her. She'll be fine once the tranquilizers were off," he chuckled. Danny looked terrified at that thought.

"You did what to her?" he asked in disbelief.

"So Danny is there with you. How you been, buddy?"

"No, don't you start that, Sonny. Where is Evie? What did you do to her?" Danny said, leaning down on the desk.

"You want her back? Really? I know you're tracin' this call, so come get her, Messer. See what a hero gets."

The line clicked and Mac ended the call. He looked at Stella expectantly.

"Tell me you did have that call being traced," Mac sighed. Stella smiled and nodded.