A/N: Thanks for the reviews and apologices for delays between updates RL is not my friend right now. This is completely unproofread, so possibility it is unreadable. I wrote it in like 30 minutes and posting it five minutes later.

Harper had been home a half hour before she went to check on her estranged father. She went into the room looking for a fight, having lost a young patient. The young ones always bothered her, stuck with her, that she was not good enough to save them. Part of her wondered why the world let people like her estranged father live, but took innocent children too soon. People like her father who only lived for their own gain, typically measured in monetary gain, and it did not matter who the left behind, betrayed, or what they had to do in order to gain money. The ends justified the means in their world. Why do those people live, but not the innocent children?

It did not take much for her to pick a fight with him. It was easy, she started in on him regarding his abandonment of his family, his betrayal of his nation, and his treatment of Liz. Before she stormed out of the room, and then out of the house, she had said many things that she would later regret. He mostly took her anger, and only tried to apologize or defend himself against her harsh words. It was a one sided fight. Dembe tried to follow her, but her storming out of the house to her car was a surprise, and she was able to drive away in the car before Dembe reached the front step of the house.

The hospital was the best place for her to be. She could check in on her patients, the ones that survived, and help anyone else who came in. Vowing that the next patient she would save, that she would learn from the death of the little girl, even if it was not her fault. The little girl had sustained injuries from the car wreck that would have been fatal for a healthy adult. If Harper was thinking rationally about the situation, she would have known the little girl should not have survived the life flight to the hospital. But she never thought rational about the lost of life.

She was at the elevators that would take her to the ground floor of the parking garage when two men walked up behind her. They were next to her before she even realized they were a danger to her.

One man was short with a scar running down the side of his face, and the other man was taller and blonde. The shorter one flashed her a St. Louis City police badge, "Can you come with us doctor?"

"What for?" Harper asked studying the badge, it looked real.

"We have some questions about one of your patients."

While the badge looked real, something was off about this situation. Police did not approach people in parking garages, especially this early in the morning, "I was paged for a surgery. Can we speak afterwards in my office?"

"We have reason to believe that you have recently performed an illegal surgery on a wanted felon."

"Not to my knowledge. All of my surgeries have been in this hospital." Harper replied getting nervous because this situation was not right at all. She wanted to run, but she knew there was no way she would out runt he two men. All she could do was stall of time and hope another doctor or anyone came into the situation. These men would not try anything with anyone else around, or so she hoped.

"Please come with us."

"Like I said I have to go for a surgery." Harper said, "I am on call, and it is important that I arrive in a timely manner or else the patient could die."

"I won't ask nice again." The short man said reaching inside his coat to pull out a gun. "Come with us now."

Her wish came true when the elevator door opened and a man in a white doctors coat walked out and stopped suddenly when he saw Harper with a gun aimed at her. However, before the man could say or do anything, the taller man produced a gun and shot and shot the man in the doctor coat in the head. Harper screamed raising her hand to her mouth in shock. She was too shocked to fight the men when they pulled her towards a car. Her struggle began when they pushed her over the hood of the car, and the short man grinded into her as he pulled cuffs on her.

"If you had listened to us you stupid bitch that man would be alive now." The short man said pushing the cuffs on her wrist way too tight. She screeched as she felt him grind into her one more time before he pulled her off the car and pushed her into the backseat of the car.

In the back seat she tried to kick the windows out but they did not budge and it only hurt her legs as she tried to kick again and again. The taller man screamed at her to stop, and when she did not listen, he produced a taser and used it on her. Tears streamed down her face, and she remained quiet and docile as they drove through the parking garage. She noticed the men used her pass to leave the garage, so they did not have to deal with the parking attendant.

Red was worried about Harper, she had stormed out of the house without any protection. He was hurt to by her words, and the anger she showed. So upset he had demanded that Lizzie leave him alone, and when she refused he was a jerk to her to make sure she would leave him alone. He was sure she left the room in tears, and he knew he would need to apologize later. Right now he was too worried and upset to attempt to apologize. Lizze had left with Dembe both out searching for Harper.

It took Red demanding Dembe go look for his daughter to get his friend to leave the house. Dembe warned the hired guns that took up residence around the neighborhood to keep an eye out for any trouble and to call him at any sign that someone was making a move on Red. It made Dembe uncomfortable to leave Red alone, but he knew Liz needed to get away from Red, and Red needed time to fume alone. He left the phone with his friend, and promised to call Red as soon as he found Harper.

Dembe was sure it would only be a short drive to the hospital and then locating her would be as simple as having her paged. However, it was not that simple. According to the charge nurse he spoke with, Harper never checked into the hospital, and was not responding to any of her pages or phone calls. It was very unlike Dr. Harper to do that, the nurse informed Dembe.

Red was not resting, it took all of his willpower to stay in the bed and not pace the room. When the phone rang, Red nearly jumped out of his skin, "Dembe did you find her."

"Dembe is not going to find your doctor friend." The taunting voice of Paul said on the other line.

"She has nothing to do with the business between us." Red stated, he realized from Paul's taunt that the man had no idea exactly who Harper was. This was good for Red because right now she was just a doctor who tended to him for money. If Paul found out it was Red's daughter, then she would be a huge bargaining chip. Red clinched his jaw and swore to himself he'd kill Paul, when he heard Harpers pained cry over the phone.

"You brought her into this when you had her save your life. If you had just died when those idiots shot you, she would not have ever been involved."

"How much is the pretty doctor worth to you?" Paul asked Red expecting the other man to say nothing.

"What do you want?" Red said, "An apology? You turned down a joint partnership. You want it all to yourself?"

"Where are you right now?" Paul asked, "At the pretty doctors house?"

"Yes." Red answered because it was likely that Paul knew exactly where Harper lived, and it was not worth the lie.

"Are your people there?" Paul asked.

"Yes." Red said, "If you try anything they will kill you."

"Is the pretty doctor worth a trade to you."

"What do you want?" Red asked "I will give you the pipeline if that's what you want."

"I want more then that. I want you. I will trade her for you. Her life for yours."

Red was quiet for a moment, not because he was hesitating to give up his life for Harpers, he'd do that easily. But Paul did not know who Harper was, so he could not possible expect someone like Red to give up his life for an unknown doctor. If Red agreed, would it put Harper more at risk. Did it matter? If he was willing to let Harper go, then it was enough for Red. "You have to give me your word that you will let her go unharmed, and leave her alone. She has nothing to do with any of this, other then being unfortunate enough to have impressed one her colleagues enough to be recommended to me when my men called for help."

Paul realized that this was way to easy, but right now he would take the easy option. Part of his questioned it, but for now it was enough, "Deal."

"I will need her to come back to her house." Red stated.

"Why?" Paul asked knowing that it could be a trap.

"I have a chest tube in that I can remove myself." Red answered, "She or someone else will have to remove it."

"I will send one of my men. He can remove the tube, and when you are here, we will let her walk away." Paul responded. "If my man is not back within the hour the Doctor dies. Until then you will stay on the phone, so I know that you are not warning your people."

"Fine." Red grounded out.

"How many people are in the house?"

"Just me. I do not know how many men are watching the house."

Paul taunted Red with all of the things he would do to Harper if Red reneged on his end of the deal during the ten minutes it took the man to show up to remove Red's chesttube.

Red was surprised when a man in a police uniform walked into the room. Only because it was the very man Liz had spoken with during their first visit to the house. The friendly local cop.

"I'm here." The cop said walking up to Red, so that Paul could hear on the other end of the phone. The cop had field training from his time in Army. He knew how to insert and remove chesttubes, having done it as a field medic while deployed in Afghanistan. Red felt like an invalid because there was very little he could do to protect him or Harper. His only hope was that Paul kept his end of the deal and only one of them would die today.

The cop quickly and easily removed the chest tube, using gauze and tape to cover the hole left behind. "No reason to waste stiches on someone who is going to be dead soon." The cop taunted as he finished by pulling Red off the bed.

Red held a groan of pain in. He had not been able to walk well on his own. Mostly Dembe carried his weight around when they made the short trips to the bathroom. Now he was left to carry himself around. The cop quickly cuffed his hands behind his back, and pushed Red forward pulling up on the handcuffs making Red groan in agony.

"We are on our way back." The cop said taking the phone Red left on the bed. When he finished the call he dropped the phone to the floor and stomped on it.

The trip to the car felt like they walked miles instead of only a few yards. Red was exhausted and panting in pain by time they reached the car. The cop pushed him in the backseat not caring about his wounds. Red cried out in pain when his bad shoulder broke his fall onto the seat.

The cop did not speak to him again as they drove through the endless streets towards some unknown location. Red kept track of the turns and the streets, just in case he found the chance to escape.

When they reached their location, Red watched two men approach the car and braced himself when he felt a pair of hands on him pulling him out of the car. With no hands to break his fall, he smashed into the ground with a thud. Another groan escaping his lips. The world swam before his eyes, he was struggling to remain conscious because he was not use to anyone if he passed out from the agony. Tears reached his eyes, and he did his best to push them back. The nausea he felt at the pain, however, did not go away, and he found himself vomiting onto someone's shoes as they dragged him into some building. He heard the man cuss him, but was wrapped into his own world of agony to truly understand the words.

Eventually, when the pain receded enough that he was aware of his surroundings again he found himself being held into a wooden chair by a strong pair of hands.

Paul was standing over him speaking. It took a few more seconds before Red registered the words.

"You with us finally?" Paul asked a grin on his face as he looked down at his prey.

Red looked up at him trying to glare the best he could. "Where is the doctor?"

"She's fine." Paul said stepping aside so Red could see Harper, who was sitting in a chair across the room. She had bruises on her face, and she was crying. Her mouth was tapped shut and she looked terrified. It broke Red's heart and made him wish for the most painful death for Paul, at Red's hands.

"We had a deal, I'm here. Time to let her go." Red said trying to seem stronger then he felt.

"Things change." Paul said, "I thought it interesting that a bastard like yourself would be so willing to give yourself up for some doctor. No matter how good she is, or innocent she might be. You always look out for number one. So why would you do that? I decided to ask the doctor. She caved. It was rather easy to get her to spill. A few smacks and a game of Russian roulette, one click of the gun and she was telling me the story of her dear old dad. What a bastard you are. I mean I knew you were a bastard, but never this bad."

"Let her go. We had a deal. Keep your word. You do not need her." Red said shifting in the chair trying to get the hand of the stranger off his injured shoulder.

"Why would I give up something that valuable. I bet I could use her to get you to do anything for me." Paul responded walking towards Harper laughing as he heard Raymond fighting the man holding him in the chair.

Dembe and Liz returned to the house after Dembe tried to call Red multiple times and was sent directly to voice main. Rushing past Liz to the upstairs, Dembe was surprised to only find blood and the chest tube on the bed, but no Red.

"He's gone." Dembe called to Liz.

"Do you think he removed it himself." Liz said now standing behind Dembe looking at the tube on the bed.

"I don't know." Dembe pulled his phone and tried to call the men who were supposed to be watching the house. No one answered the phone. Dembe rushed out of the house towards the location of one of the men who were supposed to be watching over Raymond. He found the man dead from a bullet wound to the back of the head.

Returning to the house, Dembe informed Liz that the protection detail had been taken out.

"Who is Red's enemy?" Liz asked, "Here in St. Louis. You two had something going on last night that Red did not want anyone to know about."

"Raymond had a bad business dealing with a local businessmen in the early 90's. He was the man behind the hit on Raymond."

Liz felt impatient with Dembe and his unwillingness to give more information without prompting, "What is the man's name? I can get the local FBI to give me information."

"No." Dembe said, "This man has connections with the St. Louis police department, and likely the FBI here. We cannot bring either of them in, or he will know we are coming after him."

"We can't do nothing. Whoever it is, will kill Red and Harper."

"I need to call Mr Kaplan and get another team down here." Dembe said wondering how the team was so easily killed. There had to be someone on the inside, someone who had given up the others positions. Who though? Dembe did not even know where all of the men had stationed themselves throughout the neighborhood.