For nciscsinyluver who I forgot to add to the list of the previous thanks on the last chapter.
Thank you all for reading and reviewing it honestly means more to me than you'd expect.
Lindsay fumbled in her pocket for her mobile, she had little faith in it working through the steel walls of the van but she was determined to give it a try. The bright light of her phone cast shadows on the wall, most of the girls covered their eyes, not used to the brightness. Lindsay pressed the 4 button and waited for the phone to register the speed dial.
She put it to her ear and heard the ringing noise, her battery was running dangerously low and her signal was barely 3%. She hoped the recipient would answer his phone soon.
"Messer." The low voice of someone who sounded on the brink of tears echoed all around the van.
"Danny, I need your help." Lindsay said, willing the battery to last long enough to make this cry for help. "Yeah, I'm okay." She answered listening to the worry of the man on the other phone.
"It was Abigail, she took me, and there are loads of girls here including Emma. One said something about going on a ferry to another place." Lindsay spoke quietly and quickly.
"Yes, yes, okay. I'll try. Trace the phone but be quick." Lindsay replied to Danny's quick instructions.
Lindsay pressed the red button, her signal had bounded to 24% which she knew would be enough for Adam to triangulate the signal and find her.
She put her head back onto the side of the van making a small clunk at the impact. She hoped they would find her before she went on the ship otherwise they would never ever find her and that was definite.
-Baby girl-
Everyone was back at the lab by now, rushing around quicker than usual. Adam was sitting at his computer triangulating the weak signal on Lindsay's phone while Danny paced back and forth waiting for Adam to give a place for him to run to.
"Man, isn't there something else you could be doin' right now?" Adam asked, typing what seemed to Danny as random letters on the keyboard but to him they meant one step closer to Lindsay.
"Adam, I told Mac I would help you find the triangulation."
"Well help then! Pacing back and forth isn't gonna do anything part from annoy the hell out of me. Now get out or pull a seat over." Adam shouted, he was so out of character it shocked Danny and almost instantly he was sitting at a computer typing in every letter Adam told him to type.
Over in Macs office Stella was sat on the cleanest corner of Mac's desk, the one closest to him that had no paper work on it. Mac was sitting in his chair, writing a report to send to Sinclair, this was the kind of report he dreaded writing but having an accident prone team he found himself writing one of these at least once every year, and statistically Danny seemed to be the worst.
After sending the report he looked at Stella who had been sitting perched on the edge of his desk silently for the last 15 minutes. She was still wearing her dress but the heels had been switched for her usual boots and her wig and pearl necklace had disappeared, she hadn't had the time to change but she had managed to remove the wig, pearl necklace in the car and shove them in the boot where she had kept her boots.
"Can I help you?" He asked.
"No, I'm here to help you." She said, letting him close his laptop before sitting on his knee and looking at him.
Mac opened his mouth to speak but changed his mind after a second thought.
"Don't blame yourself." Stella started; she was cut off by Mac who started to argue but went quiet after Stella put a finger to his lips. "Don't deny it, you do this every time."
"It's not your fault, its no-ones. Not Lindsay's nor yours, nor the teams. Abigail took her but you can make this a happy ending by going and getting Lindsay back. She may be the new kid but she's not new to danger, remember her superiors report, that girl got into more trouble than Danny and I do in a year, in a month. I'm not saying she's bad she just always seems to be the one to get herself captured, etc. Whereas I'm just plain bad." She winked, letting him laugh before continuing. "We'll get her; we always get out guy remember. And if we don't, Danny will hunt you down and kill you, he's taken quite a liking to our country girl. You just gotta remember I'm here, sitting on your lap whenever you need me." She laughed, kissing him quickly on the lips before walking to the door; she walked out and came back a moment later.
"Love ya." She whispered. Their secret relationship as they thought it had always been full of whispered Love Ya's. Full of sneaked kisses and hidden winks.
After she had left Adam and Danny came through to his office just as an email came through from Sinclair. She seemed to stop time whenever she was around him but it always kept up afterwards.
"Boss." Adam started, before Danny cut him off.
"We got her, Mac. Headed for an old abandoned port that was shut down in the 1900's because of a smuggling." Danny said.
Before Long, two cars and a van were set off in the direction of that old abandoned port.
Jess and Don were in one, still in their strange clothes as neither had the time to change; Jess' wig was falling revealing brunette hair seeping out of the netting. She was glad she was to look like a mum because she got to wear her usual boots, jeans and her own flowery top that she said she would never wear. Don was still in his everyday clothes, which if Danny wasn't sad would have teased him mercilessly for not wearing his usual suit and tie.
Jess took her wig off and the netting and shoved it in the back seat until she got freaked by seeing the blond wig sitting on the chair and covered it with her jacket.
"You're pathetic." Don laughed.
"Am not, it was scary! Hair isn't meant to sit on a leather chair, it's meant to be on someone's head or on one of the mannequins at the mall.
"It's not real." Don insisted. Laughing at Jess checking through the mirror at the jacket like she was making sure the wig hadn't crept away and was about to attack.
"Still." Jess argued, propping herself up on her hands to see every inch of the back seat."
"Are you scared it's gonna run off with its imaginary feet, creep under the jacket and climb up to your chair and threaten you with a knife?" Don laughed.
"Don't be silly, where's it gonna get a knife from. I'm only scared of it climbing up onto my chair." She slumped back onto her chair.
"You're Pathetic."
"Am not!"