Hey! Sorry it took a while, but I had a writers blockade and somehow it just wouldn't work... But now here it is, the fourth chapter. I hope you like it, and thanks to all my reviewers!

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Sam was pinching the bridge of his nose, he still couldn't believe it. Epstein had been kidnapped. He held his cellphone to his ear and heard it ring.

"Best." Just in one word he managed to sound worried.

Sam didn't want to be the one to convey the bad news. His head was throbbing. Why Epstein?

"Yeah, it's Swarek." He tried to stall the inevitable.

"So? What did you find?" Sam could hear, that Best was trying to sound confident, but actually was afraid of what he might hear.

"I showed Epsteins picture to Mr. Jones. And he recognized him. He's sure that it was him, sir." Sam said it all in one breath, just to get it over with. At first Sam was afraid that Best hadn't heard him, but after a few seconds his voice was to hear again.

"Alright, come back to the station. We'll brief the others and then start looking for him. Damn, Epstein!" Then he hung up without waiting for an answer of Sam.

So he jumped into the squad car and drove towards the station, not knowing what to think. How was he going to tell McNally and Diaz? They would brake down, since they all were like a family.

Quickly Sam tried to shove away these thoughts, and to concentrate on where he was driving.

As soon as Sam arrived at the station he ran for Bests office. He stood in front of his desk, waiting. When Sam stepped inside, he just nodded, and so did Sam.

Together they walked towards the meeting room.

Everybody was there: McNally, Diaz, Peck, Nash, Shaw, Williams, Barber and Callaghan. Just not Dov.

Best stepped in front of the group and cleared his throat.

"You must ask yourself why I called you all to come here immediately." He sounded surprisingly calm.

"But we are not all, sir. Dov isn't here yet. I don't know where he is." Chris sounded annoyed. He was losing his last nerve over his irresponsible friend. He didn't even bother to call in and say he wasn't going to show up today.

"That's exactly why you are here."

Chris looked confused. McNally was listening attentively.

"I am sorry to tell you, that we have reason to believe, that officer Epstein has become a victim of an abduction."

McNally felt her heart skip a beat. Had she heard right? Dov had been kidnapped? "But... How? Why?" She stuttered, not knowing what else to say in such a situation.

"We confirmed that Mr. Jones saw how it all happened. Officer Williams and I were with him this morning and he told us about a young man being taken. Then we didn't know yet, that it was Epstein." Sam tried to sound confident.

"Just a few minutes ago he confirmed, that it was Epstein who he was being dragged into a van."

He looked into the faces of his co-workers. All he could see were expressions of shock and fear. Especially the rookies. They all had the same look of unbelief on their faces.

He just wanted to go to McNally, hug her and tell her that it was going to be okay, but he couldn't.

"What are we going to do? We have to find Dov!" Everybody was surprised to hear Gail raise her voice. They all turned their heads to look at her. "What?", she snapped angrily.

"I was about to divide you into groups, that would look at officer Epsteins life and all the cases he worked. Maybe we can find a connection somewhere. Let's go."

Everybody went to work, just Chris and Andy were still sitting, not knowing what to do. They both were so lost and afraid for their mutual friend.

Andy was staring into the air. She felt how tears welled up in her eyes. When Chris turned to look at her, he grabbed her hand and pressed it gently. He didn't feel confident at all, but he was trying to give her some comfort.

"We will find him! We just need to get to work right away." He felt how his voice broke off in the end of the sentence, but he wanted to make her feel better.

She turned her head, the tears rolling over her cheeks. She gave him a weak smile and almost whispered: "Yes, we will."

He had fallen into an uneasy sleep, dreaming of his warm bed and being on patrol with Oliver Shaw.

It was a nice dream. Being with his friends almost seemed normal to him, until he jolted from his sleep. A loud noise had woken him. He looked up, his vision hazy. The door to his cell stood wide open, and in the doorframe was a dark figure.

Dov could have cried, he was back in the cell, tied up and alone. The fear rose in his body again. His wrists were already bloody from the tight handcuffs.

A cold voice spoke to him: "Now, how does our special guest feel?"

Dov didn't know if it had been a rhetorical question or a real one, but he decided to keep his mouth shut. He didn't want to give the man any reason to get angry with him.

The man didn't seem to mind Dovs silence. He stepped into the room. He looked huge, broad shoulders and a strong build. He was wearing a mask like the men that had attacked him. But it wasn't the voice of one of them, but of the one that had shot two of his attackers.

Dov tried to retreat, but he was sitting against a solid wall, so he just tried to make himself as small as possible, to seem invisible.

The man came closer, and with every step he took towards Dov, his heart beat faster. He stopped one foot away from Dov and crouched down, to be on an eye level with him.

"Look, I don't want to hurt you, but if you don't behave I will not hesitate to do so."

Dov looked into the emotionless and cold eyes that looked into his blue fearful ones. He was trembling from the fear jolting through his bones.

He took all his courage together and spoke stuttering: "Why... Why me? I mean... w-what did I d-do?"

The mans teeth shone when he smiled maliciously. Without giving his captor an answer he rose again and left the room and closed the door behind him.

He would have given anything to get even a tiny piece of information, or even to just see more of the place he was held, but there never was a chance.

He rubbed his temples with his shaking fingers, breathing heavily, the chain of the handcuffs swaying in front of his face. His eyes felt tired, he thought he was going to go crazy. He would have given anything for just a ray of sunlight. The artificial light in the room made his skin itch.

He rocked himself back and forth, trying to remember, if they had ever had a lesson at the police academy, what was to do in such a situation. But somehow his mind was cloudy.

He was hyperventilating. A thought shot through his mind. Oh my god! I am having an asthma attack! It has been so long, why now? Dov started to fumble around his jeans pockets, breathing ragged. The chains jingled while he hectically padded his jeans down.

The inhaler had to be somewhere, he still had it when he left the police station. Breathing got steadily harder for him, and the panic really didn't help the situation.

The inhaler wasn't there, neither in his jeans nor his sweater. He now was gasping for air, desperatly trying to suck it into his empty lungs. He clawed at his throat, his vision starting to gray. It felt like invisible hands tightened around his windpipe. His lungs burned blazing hot.

He slipped to the floor, his ossigen deprived brain was shutting down. And then waves of darkness swept over him and pulled him under.

OMG! This last sequence almost wrote itself! I am thrilled! UGH! What will happen? Poor Dov... :(

But we'll see how it turns out. It might be a while until the next chapter, I have a lot of exams coming up, so... :) REVIEW! Tell me if you like it! :) See you later!