Natara's POV
Tears flow freely down my face as Oscar hits me again. Struggling to find my voice, I let out a strange gurgle.
"Where's the pig Fallon now?" he sneers
"Oscar, if you love me, why are you hurting me? Why are you doing this? Think about your daughter and what will happen to her if her father is convicted of murder and assault." I knew that hit him where is counts. He told me where I was and that if Mal didn't find me, I would end up like Moana and Cynthia. I could only hope he found me. Oscar leaned down and whispered in my ear," this is how it felt when you left me. "Now, be a good girl and don't cry." Mockingly, he dried my tears." if you'll excuse me, I must go check on my little 't go anywhere. As if you had a choice." letting out a cruel laugh, he stalks away, leaving me crying begging for Mal.

Mal's POV
"I'm thinking! The note said if i love her I would know, but we've checked everywhere!" after two days of searching Nat hadn't turned up.
"Mal, calm down. Think again! Was there somewhere they went together often?" Blaise tried again.
"They went jogging. Wait a second! They went jogging! In the park, she said there was a little shack he showed her! He used to go there as a kid, and he called it,'their special place'!"
" Let's go catch us a crazy!" rwe ran out to my car and hopped in. I slammed on the accelerator and flipped on my sirens. Blaise called Ken and told him to let everyone know where to go. Adrenaline surged through my veins, and we went even there yet. I just hoped Oscar hadn't gotten tired of waiting. As I pulled up to the park, I jumped out of my car and sped towards the surrounding woods. I followed the faint trail, going faster than normal at the thought of seeing Nat again.
"Mal! Duck!" Blaise yelled. Quickly, I dived down, burying myself in the dirt. A gunshot rang out, and I knew had I been a second later I wouldn't be saving anybody. Turning my head, I saw the well built Oscar Santos standing over me.
"Fallon, I expected more. I mean after all Natara had said, I thought you would put up a fight. Oh good job by the way finding us. Do you like my little hideout? Nice, isn't it?"
" Hm, have you thought of hiring a decorator? It could use a little something. I mean the typical creepy little shack in the middle of the woulda is nice, cliche, but still nice." I spit out random stuff giving Blaise enough time to come up behind him.
"Santos, drop the gun." She says coolly. He spins to face her. Fast as I can, I draw my other gun and push it against his head.
" You heard her. Drop the gun." I repeat her in the same voice. Then, I hear a small vice cry out. It's Nat!
"What did you do to her? Answer me!" When he doesnt answer, I spin him towards me. I punch him again and again, smeering his perfect face with his own blood. "Answer me!"
"Mal! Back down now." Ken's voice demands. Slowly, I drop my weapon and step down. He gives me a quick nod, and. Take off heading towards the shack. Taking a deep breath, preparing myself for what I might see, I push open the door. Sitting in the middle of the small, hot space is the once strong Agent Williams. I've never seen her look more beat, hurt, and weak than now. Gently, I pick her up and carry her outside. I want to kill Oscar for the pain he has caused my entire station. The pain he's caused her. She is covered in bruises and cuts. I rush her out of the woods and into the park where almost all of the SFPD force awaits and an ambulance. After I hand her over to the paramedics, Yeong steps over to me
"Fallon, what happened back there?" Wearily, I sit down and explain everything. She gives me a small pat on my shoulder telling me to go. I walk over to where Nat is being treated. She leaps up and engulfs me in a huge hug. Carefully, so as to not cause her more pain, I hug her back.