Sam came to slowly and regretted it immediately. His head pounded with every movement so he tried to hold still but the ground shook and rattled beneath him. He tried to brace himself with his hands and only then realised they were tied behind his back. He pulled and twisted them, hoping to yank them free. But he could feel the thick plastic cable tie and knew it was a losing battle.

He tried to pull his eyes open but his lids were heavy, it took a few more attempts before he could finally hold them up and it was then he saw he was in the boot of a car. His body was twisted, his legs bent beneath him, his head, pressed up against the side wall, banging against the metal wheel well, each jostle sending shots of pain to his toes.

He drifted in and out of consciousness, the car all the while shaking him into painful oblivion. He tried to keep track of where they were going, when they went over a bridge or the tram lines but he could barely formulate a thought, let alone recall blind directions. When the rough flooring under his cheek became too much he braced himself with one shoulder and with a heave twisted his body around, coming into contact with Andy's lifeless form.

"Jesus…Andy?" He cursed himself, as he realised she had been there all along. His knees faced the latch of the boot, he was half lying on his back and his head was strained to face her. His shoulder ached and a sharp pain crossed his torso but he had to try to revive her. "Andy… wake up…Andy!"

He tried to nudge her with his head but he couldn't reach. He turned on his side, his back to her and shimmied closer to her to see if he could reach her with his hands. He found her arm and tugged on it, turned his head back towards her to see if she moved.

"Andy!" His voice got louder as his fear rose.

But before he could do anything else the car slowed, then stopped. He heard both of the doors open and footsteps on loose gravel come around to the back of the car. Sam tried to position his body so he was blocking Andy from whomever was about to open the boot.

It opened and the car shook. Sam tried his legs to kick out but after being bent beneath him for so long they were heavy and immovable like iron rods.

"Hey, he's awake!" one of them exclaimed and they boot slammed shut. "You said he would sleep for hours."

"We used most of it on her; there wasn't enough for him too."

"Jesus, what are we going to do?"

"Just throw that blanket from the back seat over him. We need to get her out of the car."

"Hang on…" Sam heard the footsteps, the car door opened, slammed shut then more steps coming to the back of the car. This time with more preparation he used the pain in his head to help him focus. But this time when the boot opened they were ready for him. The blanket came over him and he was surrounded by darkness again. He writhed and kicked as best her could. They wrapped him up in the blanket and pulled him out, then threw him to the ground.

He tried to roll away but they followed him and kicked him in the chest. He hunched over, and made himself into as small a target as possible. He felt several kicks to his back and his chest but when one connected with his chin all he felt was unconsciousness.

Andy opened her eyes. She was lying on something hard and rough and her arm was bent beneath her at an unnatural angle. She tried to roll over but her body would not comply. From a distance she could hear shouts and a scuffle. Her energy was sapped and she wouldn't focus enough to gather herself to see what was going on. She lay helpless on the floor of the boot.

The silence scared her. She could hear muffled voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. As they approached the car she braced herself. Her limbs were heavy and useless from being cramped up in the boot for too long.

"Ah, she's awake too. Perfect."

Two hands reached in for her, grabbed her by her upper arms and dragged her from the boot. She was dropped unceremoniously onto the gravel while they closed the boot and locked the car. While lying there, her arms tied behind her back, a cold panic started to settle in the pit of her stomach. Then she spotted Sam. He was wrapped in a coarse blanket but his head was protruding from the top. A line of blood trailed out of the side of his mouth and down his face.

"Sam…" Her voice was hoarse and she couldn't put any power behind it.

The two men came back to her and stood either side of her.

"Take her in," one of them said then he walked ahead towards the cabin. The other man crouched down. Andy was lying in the foetal position on the gravel, small stones pressing into her face, cutting her arms and legs, but her eyes were fixed on Sam, hoping against hope that she would see some movement, some sign of life, before they took her.

"Hey girly," the man said. He reached a hand across her face, brushing the stray strands out of her eyes. Andy clenched her teeth, and just stared at Sam. "Let's get you inside, where it's warm." He hooked one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders then lifted her against him. Andy tried to wriggle away but he was too strong. His fingers dug into her arm and leg where he held her and he pressed her against her body. "Steady on… save your energy."

"Sam!" she tried to call out but it barely made it past her lips. The cabin got closer, and Sam got further away. The pit of panic in her stomach exploded and she gave all her energy to fighting the guy who was holding her.

"I think we need another dose for this one!" he said laughing as she was hardly making any impact.

He kicked the door open and dropped her onto a threadbare couch. She rolled off and tried to scuffle away but he came up behind her and straddled her, putting all his weight onto her lower back where her hands were tied. Andy screamed with the agony of pain shooting up to her shoulder.

She felt a hand pressing down between her shoulder blades, pushing her into the floor then a cloth was pushed into her face. She struggled against his hand but it was no use as the darkness overcame her.

The Black Penny was unusually quiet. Oliver walked slowly through the room with Dov and Chris directly behind him. Without a word they walked up to the bar and each took a stool. Oliver motioned to the bartender for a round and as if they had rehearsed, they put their elbows on the bar and covered their faces with their hands. They sat like that until they got their drinks then picked them up in unison and took long sips.

"It's so quiet in here." Chris spoke up. He looked around the room. Two cops held up the other end of the bar and another two huddled around a pitcher on the corner table. "With Andy undercover and Officer Swarek on assignment."

"When a big case lands on the division, and it takes this long to work through, you'd think that the Penny would be over worked everytime there is a shift change." Oliver put his glass down and twirled it round on the bar. "But in fact it has the opposite effect. Cops go home. Spend time with their families and appreciate what they have more."

"And when the case is closed?" Dov asked.

"Some of them aren't closed." Oliver took another sip. "Then slowly it peters back to normal routine." The mood was sombre. Oliver's shoulders were slumped and Dov and Chris exchanged glances. "Three bodies now we've found and still we are no closer to getting to a solution…I keep telling myself it's not my job to worry about it… I'm a grunt, I'm digging up dirt to hand to the D;s so they can sift through it."

"Sir-"

"This is the reason that I never went for the detective exams. Why I never applied for anything more than training officer."

"This case is rare…a serial killer in Toronto… there hasn't been one…"

"Not rare enough." Oliver knocked back the rest of his beer then stood away from the bar. He patted them both on the back as he walked by, and stopped only to pull his phone from his pocket. "Yeah, hello." He walked through the door and it swung shut behind him. "What?"

Dov and Chris looked up at the angry exclamation that came from the street. They jumped up and ran out to where he was standing, still talking on the phone, pacing on the street, the phone pressed to one ear, a hand over the other. "Okay, we'll come right back to the division." He looked up. The expression on his face had changed from the cold sombre lilt to a wild angry one. "We need to get back. Andy and Sam never checked in. It's been 4 hours."

"What's their check in schedule?" Chris asked even as he hurried to his car and climbed in, Oliver beside him and Dov in the back.

"Hourly."

A/N: So incredibly sorry for the delayed update. Hectic work and a trip to the hospital but a kibosh on any writing plans I had. Hoping to get more up over the weekend. This is only a small chapter, mind you compared to the last one they are all small, but you guys deserved something seeing as ye are all so good with reviews. Thanks!