Keith Garin walked back into the cell room, Tiger and another man with short red-brown hair and dark brown eyes, Cougar, following behind. AJ Blaine looked up at their entrance. "Hello, Keith, Michael, Brendan," she said with false cheerfulness, naming each of the men in order.

Cougar grinned at her, looking smug. "Well hello, Wolf! It's about time you handed yourself over. Granted, it was Tiger that picked you up instead of me, but it all leads to the same end." Brendan Hunter, A.K.A Cougar, was the hired assassin of Cobra. Even though Cobra didn't like killing people, when someone needed to be dead, Brendan took care of it. He also took care of threats, kidnappings, and extortions.

"There was a little mistake in your email. "Hunter" wasn't capitalized. How was I supposed to know it referred to you?"

"You may be smart now, Blaine, but you won't be when I put a bullet through your skull like I did for Howard. Do you know what it feels like to have a bullet rip through you, kiddo?"

"AJ, he's just trying to get to you!" Lindsay said loudly.

AJ laughed. "I know. Garin, you should know by now that I don't scare easily."

Garin smiled. "You will, Wolf. You will."

"Oh, really?"

Tiger pulled Lindsay chair around, so that she was in front of AJ but still facing away from the detective. Garin walked away from AJ and faced Lindsay. He took the handgun off of his belt and rested the barrel on Lindsay's forehead. Lindsay gave a sharp intake of breath and closed her eyes, swallowing nervously.

"Don't, Garin. Don't!"

Garin laughed, and pulled the hammer back on the gun.

AJ shook her head, straining against the rope around her. "Garin, DON'T!"

Mac, Stella, Flack, and NYPD SWAT all gathered outside of the abandoned warehouse that was where the cell phone signal from AJ Blaine's phone was coming from. They all entered the building, splitting up to search the many rooms that had been set up inside. The main room was in the center, and when Mac and Stella entered it, they realized that something was wrong. In the middle of the room sat one chair. On top of it sat AJ's cell phone.

The quiet stillness of the building settled around the two CSIs as they tried to figure out what this meant. Stella was the first the break the silence. "What is this, a set up? Are we going to get blown up? It doesn't make sense."

The cell phone lit up with a text message alert. Mac and Stella exchanged glances, and Mac picked up the phone with gloves and flipped it open, reading the screen.

"Hello, Detectives. You actually think I'm this stupid? Cobra. P.S. Detective Flack might need a medic."

Stella paused. "What does that mean?"

Mac grabbed his radio. "Flack? Flack, are you there?"

There was no answer.

"Flack?!"

Only static.