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Warning: Heartwrenching and spoilers for TS

Kidnapped

It has been a long morning. I have had meetings back to back. I open my office and smile. I love my office now. Steph has put pictures of Gracie all over my office. Gracie smiling, Gracie sleeping, Gracie eating her first taste of baby cereal, and a family portrait of Steph, Gracie, and me with Julie in Miami. I sit down in my chair and get to work on finishing my paperwork so I can go upstairs to my wife and child.

Two hours later the door to my office bursts open. The door hitting the wall behind it. Zero is standing there looking frazzled.

"What the hell, Zero?"

"Boss, police scanner just stated that a woman was found unconscious on the parking lot of the mall. Woman was described as 5'7 curly haired brunette."

"Shit! Thank you, Zero. Tank!" I yell for my second in command who comes running down the hall. I fill him in. The look on his face says it all. We hit the stairs running. I yank my phone off my belt on the way down, dialing speed dial one for Steph.

"Shit! It goes straight to voicemail. What the hell has happen, Tank? Nobody even mentioned a baby."

"I don't know, Ranger. I don't know." He sounded as worried as I felt. We hop into the Porsche Cayenne and speed out on to the street.

On the way to the mall all I can think is please let Steph and Gracie be okay. Everything else will be fine as long as Steph and Gracie are okay. We pull into the Quakerbridge Mall parking lot, I see Steph sitting on the edge of an Ambulance but I don't see Gracie. My heart skips. We pull next to the Ambulance and I hop out and jog over to Steph. She looks up at me and fear runs across her face. Fear! What the hell?

"Babe, are you okay?"

"Oh my god, Carlos I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry. I tried to plead with him and he wouldn't listen to me. He hit me with his gun and when I came to, he was gone. Oh Carlos, I'm so sorry." Her voice is pleading and frantic.

"Steph, where is Gracie?" I can't breath.

"He took her, Carlos, he took her." She barely got the words out. I gathered her close to me and grabbed my phone off my belt. I'm shaking with anger.

"Rangeman. Zero."

"Zero, pull Steph's Mercedes and tell me what you see." While he puts me on hold to check the tracker, I hear the EMT next to me mutter. "Mercedes, figures." I turn towards her, evil mars my face. "You got a problem with that." The look on my face has her shaking. She stutters out. "N-N-No Sir." I turn away from her. Stupid Bitch. I rub my hand up and down Steph's back murmuring in spanish to her. I hear Zero come back on the phone.

"Sir, tracker shows about a mile up the road from the Quakerbridge Mall in a ditch."

"Shit! Who is closest to the SUV, Zero?" I hear the keys from the keyboard and then.

"Brett and the new guy, Chase, Sir."

"Have them go check it out, but don't touch anything. I'll send the cops that way. Have them call me as soon as they find something."

"Yes Sir." I hang up the phone and clip it back to my belt. I look around and see Eddie and Carl. I motion them over and tell them about the vehicle. They look solemn. As they turn to leave, my phone rings. Its Brett.

"Talk."

"Sir, vehicle has been driven into the ditch. Keys are in the ignition but it has been turned off. Sir, Gracie along with the car seat and diaper bag are missing."

"FUCK! Don't touch anything. Cops are on the way over." I once again hang up the phone. It takes all my strength not to throw it. I relay the information to Eddie and Carl and they leave.

Blind rage crosses my features before my blank face slides back into place. My whole body clenches and shakes in anger and fear. I fear what will happen when I find the son of a bitch who is responsible for taking my baby girl away from My Babe and me. I can feel Steph shaking in fear, I think in fear anyway. I'm not mad at her.

"I'm sorry Carlos, I'm so sorry." I hold her tighter to me.

"Oh, Babe. This is not your fault. The only person who is at fault is the bastard who took her." But all she can do is mutter over and over again. "All my fault, all my fault." My poor Babe. How can I reassure her. I turn to the EMT. "Are you done here?" She nods her head. I pick Steph up and carry her to the Cayenne and get into the passenger seat. Tank climbs in the drivers' side.

"Where to, Carlos?" He asks me so quietly I almost miss it. I look down at Steph. She's passed out either from crying or more than likely, her system just shut down.

"Haywood, Tank. I have a feeling once Steph wakes up, its going to be bad. So very bad." He nods his head and we spend the reminder of the ride to Haywood in quiet. I feel lost. I failed my wife. I failed my child. Steph wanted to take a body guard and because of the stupid flu and vacations, we were short handed. How could I be so fucking stupid. My arms tighten around Steph and she whimpers. I loosen my hold and kiss her forehead.

We pull into the garage and park. I get out of the SUV and walk to the elevator. Before getting in however I turn to Tank.

"I'm taking Steph upstairs. Everyone in conference room B in 5." He nods his head but I'm already in the elevator on my way up. I get Steph settle in our bed. She hasn't even stirred. I jog back down the stairs to 5 and head to conference room B. My whole life depends on my staying in control. Dios!

"Report." I look at Tank. My eyes skimming over Zero, Brett, Chase, Bobby, and Manny.

"Vehicle was towed to the Federal Building. Don't know why. Agent Booth, who you have worked with on several different cases, said its standard procedure for a kidnapping. Agent Booth said out of respect for you, they would keep you informed if and when anything was found. Lester, Hal, Ram, and Zip are coming in. They said flu be damned. Gracie is more important. Woody and Cal are cutting their vacations short. They should be here in a couple hours. Eric is coming over from Vegas. Ace, Silvio, Mike, and Antonio are coming up from Miami. Brad, Chris, and Paul are coming from Boston. Hector however is still unreachable, but I'll keep trying. We all got your back, man."

"Thanks guys." I stop for a minute and look around before I continue. "It looked to be a regular car-jacking, but every fiber of my being says its not. The bastard targeted Gracie. He wanted Gracie for a reason. He only took the vehicle to throw us off. Let me know once you get a hold of Hector. Zero and Chase back on the monitors. Brett, Manny, and Bobby work the streets. Let me know if you hear anything at all. When the others show up, just let them on the streets. Put the fucking fear of Ranger in 'em." I walk out and head to office.

48 hours later: (Tank's POV)

I can feel the control slipping away. All of Rangeman is trying to hold it together. Everybody loves this sweet 4 month old little angel. Everybody has been combing the streets , looking and listening for any news. So far nothing has been heard or seen. Carlos' family is here helping with Steph. She barely wakes up. When she does, its long enough to eat maybe some broth. Anything else she ends up throwing up. We end up having to sedate her because once she wakes up enough to realize what happened, she becomes hysterical. Denial land won't come for the once stubborn "burg" Jersey girl. Steph's family has also been helping out, but Mrs. Plum is almost as bad as Steph herself. Carlos is well lets just say, I feel bad for the asshole who took Gracie. There will be no holding in his rage once its lose.

I walk into Carlos' office. He's wearing a pair of black jogging pants and black wife beater. His hair is down and looks as though he can't keep his fingers out of it. He has black circles under his eyes and creases in his forehead. Carlos is suffering and hard.

"How ya holding up, Carlos?" Stupid question I know.

His breathing is labored. He is trying not to lose it. "Tank, I'm losing my mind." He looks up at me and then stands up. "I have been shot, stabbed, tortured and beaten. I can face down the barrel of any gun and not break a sweat. I have killed for not only my country but for Steph and myself. To keep us safe. When Scrog took Julie, I was worried but I wasn't emotional attached to Julie, Tank. I am now yes but not then. I could keep myself in control then. I'm very emotional attached to Gracie. I have watched Stephanie grow big with my child and then watched her go through labor. I have watched Gracie learn to roll over and eat her first taste of baby cereal. I love that child." Tears are welling up in my best friends' eyes. "Now, I'm barely holding on Tank. Steph is wasting away because she believes this shit is her fault and I can't help her. For the first time in what 13 years, all I want to do is crawl in bed with Steph and cry until my heart stops hurting. I can't! I have to stay in control, not only for my wife who is falling apart but for my daughter who is God's know where." He picks up a picture frame and hurls it across the room.

Before I can say anything, there is a knock at the door. Carlos gets himself together.

"Enter." The door opens to reveal Manny.

"Morelli is here to see you, Sir." Carlos' eyes widen in shock but he quickly puts it away.

"Show him in."

"Yes Sir."

Earlier That Morning: Across Town (Joe's POV)

"Hello."

"Morelli?"

"Robin, what the hell are you doing calling me? I'm undercover."

"Joe, you need to go talk to Steph and Manoso."

"Huh, Why?"

"Their daughter was kidnapped and looks to be the same person who you guys are investagating."

"Shit."

"Joe, you need to do the right thing. Stephanie and Manoso need to know. They need to know what they're up against."

"Fine. I'll go talk to Manoso."

"Thanks Joe."

"Yea, yea, yea. Bye."

I stand up and throw the first thing I can pick up. The chair goes sailing across the room. "SON OF A BITCH!"

A/N: Thank you guys so much for the awesome reviews. I'm not done yet today, in fact I may post another chapter today. I hope you enjoy! For the Super Bowl Fans Out There...WAY TO GO PACKERS!