A/N: Can BB come back on TV now? And Castle and NCIS: LA and every other show I watch? Hope everyone's doing well and enjoying the story. R&R you wonderful people! Spanks :{)

"I have been this way before, check each window, every door for a passage through this night..this night...But each hallway ends the same, every door's been checked in vain for a way to reach that light..that light.."-Trans Siberian Orchestra

Linda and Frank arrived home together. She went to go find her sons, and he went to the kitchen and took a beer from the fridge. Frank took a seat and passed the bottle from hand to hand, head bowed.

"What am I going to do?" he asked his wife, raising his eyes to the ceiling. He hadn't expected an answer, and he didn't receive one. His father did walk into the kitchen, though.

"They're talking about Danny's case in there," he informed his son, hiking a thumb back in the direction of the living room, "You found something today?" He put the beer on the table, unopened, and sat up straighter.

"The GPS on Danny's phone was turned on today. It lead us to a vacant lot where we found a black garbage bag. We found the clothes that he was wearing and his cell phone. There was a video on it." He didn't have to explain it; his father already seemed to know.

"How bad was it?" Frank sighed.

"I don't know what he saw over there, but I always had a feeling that he was kept as a POW. The torture...it's similar."

"Well, do you think the captors are ex-military?" He shook his head.

"They're smart, I'll give them that. The one beating him keeps himself out of the shot. Detective Curatola pointed out that the video shakes, which indicated another person was filming. The possibility that they're ex-military can't be ignored, but nowadays you can look up just about anything online." Henry reached across the table and helped himself to his son's beer.

"Linda know about the video?"

"No. And we're going to keep it that way."

Sydney stood outside of the apartment building and held her breath. It had been a gutsy move, coming back here after Jamie had turned her away. But she knew him. Even though she'd broken off their engagement and turned on back on him, she still knew him. He wasn't as fine as he wanted her to believe. She'd left right after she'd hung up the phone on him. And now she was back. Sydney released a breath and took another one in. She'd missed this...the sights, the sounds, the smells, the people...She ducked her head and sighed. Why had she ever made that mistake? She clutched her suitcase and started in, hoping that he would be there.

Jamie sat at the vacated kitchen table with his father and grandfather. Erin was with Linda and the kids. Frank and Henry were discussing revenge theories. He wanted to contribute, but he couldn't. His mind was still stuck on his shortened patrols. He just couldn't understand why. What did his job have to do with Danny going missing? The two didn't connect in any way other than the fact that they were brothers.

"Jamie," Frank repeated. From his tone, Jamie gleaned that he'd said it more than once. He shook himself mentally and turned to his father.

"Yes?"

"I said, it's getting late. You have an early patrol tomorrow, don't you?" He opened his mouth to respond, closed it, and then opened it again.

"Yeah. Goodnight." He shoved back from the table and wandered into the other room to say goodnight to Linda, Erin, and the kids.

"This is stupid," Sydney said to herself, pacing outside of the apartment she and Jamie had shared, "I should just go back home. I shouldn't have come." Getting in had been easy. But their-his door was lock. Purely on instinct, Sydney had put her hand in her pocket. But then she realized that she didn't have a key anymore. She'd returned it.

"I'm gonna go," she told herself, picking up her suitcase and turning on her heel. Tears burned in her eyes. She was dumb to think that Jamie would just appear and take her back in like nothing had happened. It was an impulse; something that was so unlike her. And so, so wrong.

"Syd?" She froze.

Jamie leaned into the wall and braced himself. It had been a shock just receiving a call from her. But actually seeing her here after all this time? Now, with his brother's sudden disappearance? Why was everything in his life getting out of control? But maybe it wasn't her. She wouldn't have just come all the way out here on a whim. Maybe-But she turned, and he saw that it was her. He didn't know what to say. He reached out for her, and suddenly she was in his arms, and they were kissing..and he broke down.

It was late, and everyone wanted to go home. But Jackie wouldn't let them. She had to go home feeling like they'd accomplished something more than just finding Danny's cell phone. She wanted answers, and she wanted them now.

"Where are we with videos?" She called out. Winston made his way over to her and handed her a packet.

"Red light cameras are gonna take a little longer. ATM video and some stills the tech guys pulled. I've seen it; its kinda blurry because of the distance, but we do have a visual of a few different cars going past." Jackie was eager to watch the video for herself, but she was unsure of how they'd know which car was which.

"What about the video store?" Shaun shrugged.

"They want a warrant." Curatola dropped the envelope on her desk.

"What the hell do they need a warrant for? They look like they got something to hide?" Winston sat on the corner of her desk.

"It's a pretty shady looking place, if you know what I mean." Jackie sighed into her hands and sat down in her seat.

"It's late, we'll lean on them tomorrow. If they don't hand it over..."

"You'll get a warrant?" He asked knowingly. Jackie had been about to say that she'd have Danny convince them with his..special way of doing things. But she was on her own this time.

"Yeah, I'll get a warrant."