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Please get me out of here
Someone get me out of here
Just help me I'll do anything, anything
If you'll just help get me out of here

Tonight, Tonight, Tonight

Genesis

Danny was so deep in thought when he hurried out of the break room that he neglected to watch where he was walking. He rounded a corner and walked into Mac. The older man was almost knocked over.

"Jesus Danny… you want to watch where you're walking!"

"Oh… ah sorry Mac, I'm kinda in a hurry. I'll catch ya later."

He tried to go around his boss, but was blocked by Sheldon, who was looking at him with a little amusement in his dark eyes.

"Hey Messer, aren't you forgetting something?"

"No… I have a lead on my case that I need to check out," he responded, trying not to sound evasive.

Mac crossed his arms and stared down the young CSI. "Danny where is Louie?"

"He's right here, the sweet little guy," A loud female voice said from behind Danny. "Oh Mr. Taylor, I'm so glad this young man found you, he can't just go running off on his own to rescue Mrs. Messer. He needs your help." Mrs. Houdersheldt informed Mac helpfully.

Danny went crimson and glared at her out of the corner of his eye. He should have been more care in leaving the building.

"Don't worry Mrs. Houdersheldt; he won't be going anywhere alone." Mac told her with a smile for her, and a look of "you are in big trouble" for Danny as he spoke to her.

"Oh that's wonderful. I'm going to look after this little guy for him and since it is getting late, I'll need to get home."

"Of course," Mac snagged a passing cop and handed her and Louie over to him to take home.

"Thank you Mrs. Houdersheldt." Danny said miserably looking at his watch. He had to get out of there, and after Lindsay, without Mac. He figured his chances of pulling that off were dismal at best. In fact, he decided he had a better chance of becoming President of the United States in the next election.

"Detective Messer, do you enjoy doing end runs around me and pissing me off, or are you just stupid?" Mac snapped at him, his eyes taking on the look he usually reserved for suspects in the interrogation room.

"Mac I have to do this alone!"

"Why?" Mac's eye narrowed and he raked them over the young man in front of him. "What's happened Danny?"

"He called me Mac; he let me talk to Lindsay…" His voice cracked and he bit back savagely on the tears that threatened.

"Is she okay?"

"She is for now, but he wants me to trade for Lindsay. I have to go Mac, Louie needs his mother!"

Mac heaved a huge sigh and said, "Don't you think he needs his father too?"

"That's fucking low Mac!"

"Don't take that tone with me. I'm not going to lose two valuable CSIs or two friends. Tell me where you're going and we'll get her back together. You are not going alone!" Mac laid down the law in typical fashion, and Danny knew there was nothing for it but to let his boss help him.

"Alright… but we need to go I got forty minutes to get to the address he gave me."

They three of them took off for the elevator and Mac told Danny what they had found out about Jimmy Dobbs. It looked like the trip to Rikers was unnecessary.

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When the key sounded in the lock of the door to the white room, Lindsay ran to position herself behind it. It opened and the man stepped in. Her breathing had sped up at the moment she had decided to act, and she was trying to keep it quiet so he wouldn't hear her. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat, choking her. She had to do this and get back Danny and Louie. She wasn't going to let Danny sacrifice himself for her.

The man had stopped and seemed to be looking around for her. She stepped around the door and struck out with the glass, ripping it across the hand that held the gun. He screamed and dropped the weapon. It slid across the floor and out of sight.

"You bitch," He screamed lunging at her with his hands, crimson blood flying all over the concrete floor. She jumped back and turned for the gun. He grabbed her shoulder and yanked her around. He was incredibly strong and his dark eyes were wild and insane.

"No!" She screamed. "I won't let you hurt him." She struggled to free herself, and his fist connected with her face. Pain exploded just below her right eye. It was like a bomb blast had gone off in her head. She was slipping into blackness, little grey stars blooming across her vision. She fought to stay conscious. The pain was worse then anything she'd ever felt, and a small part of her wanted to succumb and go away for awhile.

"Get off me!" she gasped as his hands went around her throat, his gun forgotten. She tried to push him off but he was too big. The brick wall and his hands held her up off the floor.

"If I can't have him then, I'll kill you and maybe then I'll go after your baby." He grunted, tightening his grip around her neck.

She lashed out with the glass again and suddenly his weight and hands were gone. She dropped to the floor and almost fell on top of him. He fell to his knees, the glass protruding from his belly. He dropped over to one side and hit the concrete with a thud, the wound in his belly bleeding heavily. She scrambled back from him and looked around for the gun. It was under the cot. She crawled over to grab it. She whirled back around to face the man. She couldn't tell if he were dead or just badly hurt. She wanted him to be dead, and felt a savage triumph in her chest at the thought.

She got shakily to her feet and walked to him with the gun in her trembling right hand. Her hands were covered with blood, and she didn't know if the wounds from the glass had broken open or if it was his blood. She tried to ignore the pain and the coppery scent of so much blood. She inched closer to him and he didn't move. She kicked his leg and he sat up suddenly his hands reaching out to her. She screamed and shot him in the chest. This time he went down and stayed down.

She dropped the gun and fell to her knees in a heap next to the man. For along time the only thing she could do was sob. She'd never killed anyone before and even though she'd had no choice she was sickened. She turned to one side and lost what was left in her stomach from that morning. The smell mixed with the blood was horrible. She got to her feet stumbling and shaking widely. She had to get out of there. She dropped the gun and went to the door. Standing on the threshold she couldn't make her feet move forward. What if the man wasn't dead, what if he came after her? She turned back and looked at the man, he was still in the same position she left him. Turning her back on him a second time was the hardest thing she had ever done.

Thoughts of Louie and Danny made her feet move, and she went left out of the door. The hallway was the same white block as the room. She ran stumbling down it to the door in front of her. The grey painted door opened on some stairs. The concrete stairs ascended and she ran up to the door at the top of them. The door was unlocked and she opened it carefully, trying to stop the panic that was driving her to run. What if there were bobby traps? What if he wasn't alone in this, what if there were others? She stuck her head out the door and saw an ordinary looking kitchen. Good… at least she was in a home.

She looked around for a phone and saw one on the counter. She threw herself into the room and crossed to the phone, her hands shaking hard when she picked it up off the cradle. She nearly shouted in relief when she heard the dial tone. Her trembling and blood stained fingers dialed 911. A voice came over the line and she smiled, then pain bloomed out from behind the mask of adrenaline and she fell to the floor in a dead faint.

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Stella and Flack were just getting out of their SUV at the lab when Danny, Hawkes and Mac came out the front doors.

"Hey where's my godson?" Stella asked Danny good-naturedly.

"Not now Stella!" He shot back. Stella scowled at him and then looked at Mac; he shook his head at her.

"Danny got a call from the kidnapper; he want's him to turn himself over for Lindsay."

Stella heart and hands went cold; it was obvious what the man wanted from Danny. She seen to many kidnappings go wrong. She wasn't going to let her friends be victims.

"Well let's go get her back!"

They returned to the vehicle and climbed back in. Danny, Mac and Hawkes took a second vehicle and soon they were speeding away into the night.