A/N: Turns out we had a little free time and wanted to reward you all with this chapter, where all the fun begins! Thank you all for your continuing support and your kind words! Hope you enjoy :)

"They're gone!"

"What do you mean, they're gone?!" Ed urged, hating the gut feeling he was having.

"Callaghan and Parker! They've been taken!"

Ed slammed his hands on the steering wheel and hit the brakes with such force that he and Wordy lurched forward - their seat belts kept them from slamming into the dash but the man behind hit the seat in front of him, face first. Eddie span around and grabbed his collar. "Where are they!?" he yelled his grip so tight his knuckles went white.

The man winced and then chuckled. "Police brutality that is!" he sneered as blood dripped from his nose.

"Ed! Eddie! Let him go," Wordy said urgently as he tried to get him away from the subject.

"We'll go to the scene!" Sam's voice came through their earpieces before they saw his SUV roar off with Spike and Leah's.

The man grinned. "Don't worry, they're long gone," he sneered.

Eddie had to listen to his common sense and let Wordy pull him off the subject. He turned to face the road again, his nostrils flared as he fulminated. He didn't know what to do, where to start. They had both been injured and now they were missing…? This sounded a lot more personal that a random attack.

"How about you take me to the hospital? I think my nose is broken," the man chuckled.

"You're in no position to make demands!" Wordy replied quickly as he saw Eddie move as if about to spin around. He put a hand out quickly on his Team leader's chest to keep him from going through with it.

"I am if you ever wanna see them alive again," the man replied.

Ed's head snapped back to look at the man in the backseat. They had no idea what exactly happened yet and already, he was blackmailing them. He felt rage bubbling up inside him and again, he had to control himself not to put a bullet into the man's brain. He shared a look with Wordy - glad that his friend was with him. "How do we know what you say is any kind of threat?" he asked, trying to sound as calm as possible.

"Jacket pocket," he retorted as he felt his phone vibrate. "That will be my boss calling," he said smugly.

Ed hesitated and glanced over at Wordy who frowned with concern. He didn't like at all where this was going. He reached out and dug into the shooter's pocket and took the ringing phone. He gave it a look, the number came up as Jules' cellphone number. He slid the touch screen to answer it and brought it to his ear, not saying a word, waiting for the person on the other side to say something.

"If you ever wanna see your friends alive again you will back off and wait for my call."

Ed gulped and listened in. His hand tightened on the phone as he tried to contain his anger.

"In an hour, at your HQ. If you are not there, I kill the woman." The man hung up.

Ed didn't have time to say anything before the call ended. He wanted to throw the phone out the window and have the satisfaction of seeing it crash to the ground but he knew he couldn't afford that, the next call was probably going to come through it. He shut it and pocketed it before turning to the wheel again and driving off. "Spike, I need you to trace Jules' phone," he said as he rushed the SUV back on the road. He knew the call had not lasted long but he also knew Jules' phone had a GPS tracker and that Spike had many skills, hopefully it would get them something. Anything.

"Copy," Spike said, but Ed could hear a hint of questioning in his tone. Along with Leah and Sam, they had reached the scene where the ambulances had been ambushed. Team Two was already there with the command truck and the scene had been cordoned off while they waited for CSU to get there.

Wordy gave Ed a look and he rose his brow while the man in the backseat cackled. "Shut up," Wordy snapped at him before looking over at Ed again. "Eddie?"

Ed took a breath, trying to calm down. If he gritted his teeth any tighter, he would break his jaw. "We need to get to HQ," he simply said as he kept driving.

Spike had made his way into the command truck and was frantically working on the keyboards. "Got it!" he announced after a moment. "The last signal was just on the edge of TO, Highway 27 by Humber River, in York. It's dead now." A beat. "What's going on?"

Eddie grunted. "Good work, Spike, I need you to check it out," he replied, he knew the guy would figure it out. "Sam."

"Copy!" Sam said simply heading for the truck.

"Crime Scene techs can probably find something," Wordy reasoned. "We need to get to HQ," he added, looking at Ed.

As Ed drove the SUV back to the Barn, his thoughts raced quickly, trying to figure out how this all fitted in together. Judging by what the shooter said, the Hot Call they had just came from was a decoy, a simple trap. Who were these people?

Spike had called ahead for crime scene analysts to meet them there so once the pair arrived they were already scouring the area.

Spike was checking overhead for traffic cameras he could access. Spotting them, he darted over to the truck and started working his way through it. He checked back at the time Ed took the call. "I got it!" he announced proudly. "White Econoline. Looks like an E-250 but I can't see properly." However, his joy was quickly dismissed. "License plate is covered, windows are tinted in the front, completely covered in the back," he announced in defeat.

"Can you tell me anything, Spike?" Ed urged.

"They were heading North. Let me see if I can follow them through traffic cams," he said. He managed to get a hold for a moment until they took an exit and disappeared from the cameras. "They exited at Nobleton, then I lost them."

Sam was talking with the CSUs on the ground when they found Jules' cell phone. "No way to track them down now, he threw the phone in the water before he left," Sam announced as he paced.

Ed took a breath. "Alright, head back to HQ and let the CSU do their thing. I'm gonna need all of you here."

"Copy," Sam and Spike replied in unison.

"Leah?" Ed asked as she was still at the scene where the ambulances had been attacked.

"Nothing here," she announced, a hint of defeat in her voice. "Team two have the scene, I'm heading back to HQ."

In the back of the SUV with Ed and Wordy, the shooter chuckled before shaking his head. "Looks like you people don't know what you're doing."

"Ed," Wordy's voice was strained. "We gotta drop him somewhere... " His control was weakening, there was only so much he could handle before he lost it too.

"Hospital?" the shooter butted in and Wordy glanced at him but this time didn't offer a reply, he simply looked back to Eddie.

"We can't afford to lose him, he's all we have," Ed said through gritted teeth. They needed to get ID on this man so they could have one lead at least. At the moment, they had absolutely nothing. A thought crossed his mind. "Winnie?" he asked, remembering that she was about to tell them something when all hell broke loose.

"Yeah?" Winnie asked after a second then it occurred to her. "His name is Laurence Ashley."

Ed shot a look back at the rearview mirror, knowing the man couldn't hear Winnie so he possibly didn't know they had an ID on him yet. "Any priors?"

"Former military sniper. He has a record, been in and out of jail over the last ten years - recently released after 4 years for assault and battery." A beat. "His last arrest he was found with a cache of guns but they let the charge slide in return for information on a known gang."

"Former military?" Sam butted in the sound of anger in his voice unmissable but the man fell silent once again, choosing not to say more.

Ed shared Sam's thought.

"Bring him to HQ," Came Holleran's voice. "Team three can take care of him."

"Copy," Wordy said simply as he and Ed exchanged a look.

When Greg opened his eyes he had fully expected to be in a hospital, instead he realized the room was dark and he felt his hands brush against concrete - as his eyes adjusted he could see he was in a room of some form. He tried to sit up and winced as pain tore through his arm - touching it he glanced around and saw a figure on the ground. Slowly and cautiously he shuffled over and placed a hand on the shoulder of the figure and pulled the person onto their back - as he made out the white insignia of the SRU he felt fear well up. "Jules?" he asked.

It felt as if she had been awakened from a deep sleep, except she quickly found herself far from the comfort of her bed. As someone rolled her on her back, she let out a wince and grunted. She felt a sharp pain in her shoulder and trying to remember to what it was due, memories came flooding back in her mind. She winced, again, this time not only from the pain but from everything that had happened. She remembered being shot, the Team coming to cover her and Greg, being brought into the ambulance. The rest was rather cloudy.

Hearing the voice next to her, she was glad to at least recognize it. "Boss?" she asked in a small voice.

"Yeah," Greg said, his heart sinking at the sound of Jules' voice. "Can you sit up?" he asked grabbing her good arm.

Jules instinctively tried to push herself up with the other but it failed her. She grunted again and let him pull her up. She held her bad arm with her other hand.

The memories were vague, Greg had been conscious in the ambulance at least until the driver had started saying something was wrong then everything had gone black. "We're in some sort of room." He started to check his pockets and hooks and realised that someone had taken everything except his uniform.

"Any idea where that room is?" Jules asked, knowing the answer to that already.

Greg simply shook his head.

She quickly brought her hand over her head, she felt like a pounding headache had just erupted. "What happened?" she asked, trying to recall her last memories but coming up empty.

Greg tried to concentrate but his memory was so clouded it was impossible to get his head straight. "I don't know - all I remember is shots and then kneeling over you."

Her eyes were finally starting to adjust to the darkness and she looked him over. She did remember him shielding her with her body but if she recalled correctly, more shots had came after that. "Are you hurt?" she asked with concern.

The sensation in his arm suddenly hit him and he moved his hand up instinctively to touch it, wincing at the pain. "I'll be fine," he said quietly. "It's just a graze," he couldn't see enough to see if it was worse or not.

Jules gave him a knowing look. "I've heard that before…" she said and let a soft smile escape her lips.

Greg just shook his head and as his eyes adjusted more he could see her properly. "I'm more worried about you, Jules," he said quietly. His instincts kicked in, he was worried for her.

"I'm okay." Her head instinctively shot to her own shoulder. She was afraid to look at the damage, it probably wasn't pretty. She realized her long sleeve shirt was unbuttoned. She pulled on the right side, peeking underneath to check her injury only to find it had been patched up in a white dressage. It was slowly gathering blood which she could see through but at least the wound wasn't freshly opened. "It doesn't look too bad. Probably missed the artery," she added with a wince as she tried to move it to prove her point but failing miserably.

Greg instinctively reached over to have a peek himself feeling suddenly the overwhelming urge to protect her - seeing that the wound was patched up he gently patted her arm and gave her a reassuring nod.

What she wasn't going to admit was that it was rather painful. They had probably not managed to administer her any drugs before… whatever happened brought them here. They still had no idea where they were but she had a feeling is had something to do with the sniper targeting them.

As Wordy and Ed arrived at the HQ, roughly pushing Ashley in, the phone in Ed's pocket began to ring. A member of Team three grabbed the subject and took him away.

Ed exchanged a look with Winnie as they neared her desk and he pulled out his cellphone. "Record it and patch it through to the team," he said simply, Winnie nodded tapping into the keyboard. "Spike," he added through the earpiece.

"Copy," Spike simply answered.

As soon as Winnie gave him a nod Eddie hit answer and placed the handset to his ear.

"You made it," the voice sneered. "Pity, would have enjoyed shooting the girl."

"His signal is bouncing everywhere, trying to pin it down," Spike said softly as he tapped away at the keyboard in the command truck.

The man on the line chuckled before Ed could answer anything. "No point tracking me, now. There's a place by route 27 that leads off to a dirt track. I want you to get there in one hour and wait for my next call." He chuckled again. "And take only your team - no other cops or they die. Got it?"

"No joy," Spike said in defeat.

Ed took a deep breath and exchanged a look with Wordy. "Got it," he simply said and the line was dead before he could say anything else.

Spike tapped at the keyboard. "Getting the location he mentioned now, Ed I got a bad feeling."

"I do too," Wordy replied quietly glancing over at Ed.

"I know," Ed simply said as he moved back to the SUVs. "Meet us at the location," he instructed. He didn't like this anymore than they did but for now, they had nothing and no way of telling if Greg and Jules were alive and well. Their only chance was to follow the lead that had been traced for them by these men. "Leah?" he asked.

"Just pulling in the parking lot, waiting for you at the exit," she simply responded. Soon, both SUVs were out on the road and heading up highway 27.

"Boss, I've been looking at the footage of the shooting," Spike piped up as they drove along in the same direction, a little ahead of the SUVs. "Right as the ambulances left the scene, the white van I identified before followed them." A beat. "I think I can get a face, need to work on it. Gonna take time."

"Do it!" Ed simply said. They needed to get something, anything.

"Copy!" Spike replied before beginning his technical stuff.

Wordy glanced at Eddie then focused on the road. "Winnie, anything yet?" he asked.

"CSU may have something. They found prints on the photograph but it might take a while."

"We don't have a while!" Ed said quickly, his voice rising a little. He hated that they had no lead on this and if they came up empty by the time they got to the rendezvous point, they were still at their complete mercy.

"I know," Winnie said softly before switching the call to talk to CSU.

"Ed, got something," Spike butted in. "I have the driver and the front passenger but I can't get the third passenger. Running facial recognition." He began to tap away furiously as they neared the location.

The SUVs slowed until they halted completely as they reached the given location. They were under a bridge with lots of dirt track and waste but aside from that, nothing. Ed took a breath and waited, having no intention of getting out of the SUV if he didn't have to. He checked his watch. They still had 12 minutes before the call was meant to come in.

"How will he know we are here?" Wordy asked then shook his head as he imagined Spike's eyes on him. "Sorry Spike."

Spike shook his head, "Getting into the cameras now!" he said already trying to get in - if he could catch the guy logging in maybe he could trace him.

"I don't like this, its too quiet," Sam said softly, his hand on his sidearm.

"Let's just hold for now and keep our eyes open," Ed said before the team all started giving their thoughts on this. "Spike, any luck?" he asked after a moment.

"Nothing, nothing yet," Spike muttered.

"Maybe he's waiting until the clock hits the hour?" Wordy offered.

Spike nodded to himself but didn't take his eyes off the screen.

Greg's eyes caught sight of a small line of light which seemed to be getting brighter and stronger. Soon it filled all the lines and Greg could see that it was the door. "Someone's coming," he whispered.

They both fell completely silent as they waited. The soft sound of footsteps became closer. Jules held her breath.

The door began to open and instinctively, Greg shuffled slightly until he was sitting in front of Jules.

The bright light that suddenly filled the room blinded them. Jules looked away to avoid it but quickly forced her eyes back on the opened door. Through squinted eyes, she could see three shadows, due to their shape, all probably men. Two of them moved in and she drew closer to Greg.

Greg used his much larger frame to shield her as he forced his eyes to look at the looming shadows. "Who are you?" he asked, trying to make out the features of the people before him.

There was a sneer from the one man who had stayed a little behind. "You'll figure it out," he said simply. "Grab her," he ordered the two others.