Thanks for the reviews guys, and sticking with me while I layed the groundwork for this fic. We will be getting into the important stuff either this chapter or next.

Now then, against my better judgement, and to apologise for killing Mary, there is a pairing in this chapter that I REALLY don't like, so I'm apologizing to everyone else reading this.

There is also an M rated bit in this chapter, I'll mark it, so if you don't want to read it you can skip.

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The phone clicked as the stranger hung up, leaving the gunshots ringing in their ears and shock written clearly on their faces.

'We gotta do something.' Archie was the first to respond, although he still looked startled. He never left the lab on cases, and this was his first experience with proper violence, that could easily get him killed.

'Like what?' Greg said dully. 'He's dead. There's nothing we can do.'

'We can find his body; give him a cop's burial.' Jim chipped in. He'd seen a lot of cops die in his time, and he'd brought every single one home. He was damned if this one was going to rot in an alleyway.

'How are we gonna do that?' asked Nick, his hand on Greg's shoulder. Warrick remained silent, watching the other four converse. They were already forming a team, he realised, like the team that had been destroyed in Vegas.

'Like this,' Archie grinned, and pulled his PDA out of his pocket and touched a finger to the screen, closing his eyes in concentration. Suddenly, his screen lit up with a map of New York, a pulsing red dot where they were standing, and a pulsing blue dot about a mile or so away that must be Don on the screen. 'Looks like he's in a building site,' said Archie, retrieving his cell from his pocket and accessing the internet. Pages flashed past as he located blue prints for the buildings. 'Yeah, it's owned by Butler and Wilson Inc, looks pretty easy to get into, although I have no idea what two cops were doing in there at four in the morning. So, how are we going to do this?'

'I figured we find the body, call 911 anonymously and leave, find this Noah Bennet guy. How are you doing that by the way?' asked Nick, tugging his ball cap off and scratching the back of his neck. He replaced it back to front.

'The GPS locator in Don's phone. It just connected it to my PDA, and it'll follow the phone, even if it's switched off, or dead.'

'Neat trick,' said Greg. 'Shall we?'

'Yeah, but Greg?' Archie tapped him on the shoulder. 'Can we go at normal speed this time? The body isn't going anywhere.'

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Danny wrinkled his nose. Something smelled good. He cracked one eyelid open and smiled at the sight. His bed had a view right through the apartment to the kitchen, and through the open door he could see her wearing his shirt and cooking breakfast. She was humming along to some song, one he didn't recognize. Taylor someone or other? Sliding out of bed, he pulled on a pair of jeans and his discarded wife beater, before padding silently out of the room into the main room, and around the sofa towards the kitchen. He snaked an arm around her and kissed the side of her neck gently. 'Mornin',' he muttered, kissing down her neck towards her shoulder.

'Good morning. You know, you keep doing that, and breakfast will get burned,' she said, leaning into his embrace.

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'Screw breakfast,' he countered, turning her around and covering her lips in a passionate kiss that had them both gasping for breath. He caressed her curves, remembering how she had felt last night as he ran his hands over her body, making her writhe and moan underneath him. She brought her hands up, fisting them in his hair and yanking him back down for another kiss. They started edging towards the bedroom again, Danny slowly unbuttoning his shirt, slipping it off her small, tanned shoulders, realizing with a thrill she was wearing nothing underneath it. She fumbled with the button on his jeans, finally undoing the zipper and slipping a hand down, cupping his ass. He grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her up, slamming her against the wall by his bedroom as she wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning as he entered her suddenly. He started an even rhythm, bringing them both closer and closer to the edge. She sunk her teeth into his shoulder, leaving small, even bite marks. He cried out her name as he came, taking her over with him. She shuddered as an orgasm ripped through her, leaving her weak but sated, and her legs trembled as he lowered her to the ground gently.

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After they'd recovered, they dressed quickly and she tried to salvage breakfast. He was unlocking the gun safe that he kept his firearm in when he heard the doorbell. 'I'll get it,' she called.

He heard the door open and he heard voices, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. 'Danny!' she shouted, and he came to the door. Standing there was a young woman, maybe twenty five. She had dark hair and piercing blue eyes. A whisper ran through Danny's gut, and he had a bad feeling about this woman. She turned her gaze to Danny, and what he saw in those cobalt orbs terrified him.

'Do I know you?' he asked, but it was Lindsay who answered.

'She an old friend of mine, she's looking for someone in New York, I said I would help. Don't you have to go to work?'

'Uhh, yeah, I do. You sure you're OK?'

'Danny, I'm fine. Go on, go, you'll be late.' She kissed him quickly on the lips, and he slid past the woman in the doorway.

'Nice meetin' ya,' he said, holding out his hand, but she ignored him, continuing to watch Lindsay. Danny raised an eyebrow and left, jogging down the corridor to catch the closing elevator at the end of the hall.

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Greg, Archie, Jim, Nick and Warrick ran through the city, drawing looks from people as they passed, too focused on their destination to see or care. They reached the building site and decided to split up. Jim would go with Archie and Nick with Warrick, Greg was fast enough to dodge bullets, so he'd be fine on his own. They were to call if they found Don's body.

Nick and Warrick were breathing heavily as they stole through the empty, half built houses. Nick glanced in one house and saw a shadow on the floor. They entered the house and found a tall, dark haired man sprawled on the floor. His chest was moving slowly up and down. Nick conjured a small flame to look at his face, and gasped when he saw the bullet hole dead centre between the eyes. How was he still breathing?

'Don?' tried Nick. 'Don Flack?'

The man groaned, and opened one eye, blinking at them blearily. 'Who 'r' you?' he mumbled, trying to sitting up.

'I'm Nick Stokes, this is Warrick Brown. We're friends of Greg.'

'Greg. Is he here?' His voice was getting stronger, and he propped himself up on his elbows. Nick and Warrick watched in horror as the bullet wormed its way out of his head, dropping onto his shirt and the hole sealing up after it.

Warrick was the first to recover. 'Yeah, he's here.' He pulled out his cell and speed dialed Greg's number. 'Greg? We found him. You're not gonna believe this.' Nick stood and went outside, conjuring water in one hand and fire in the other, combining them to make some sort of warm, glowing liquid, pointing his joined hands upward, he closed his eyes and fired it into the sky. It sprinkled back to Earth, showering him. Warrick, who had stayed inside with Don was still dry. 'Follow the beam of light, Greg, it's Nicky.'

Mere seconds later, Greg blurred into the house, screeching to a halt beside his friends. He held out a hand to Don, who took it gratefully, heaving him to his feet. He looked mournfully down at his shirt. 'This was expensive,' he pouted, and Warrick laughed deeply.

'At least you're alive buddy.'

Don grinned. 'Yeah, there is that. Don Flack Junior.' He held out a hand and Warrick took it, smiling for the first time since Catherine.

'Nice to meet you. So, anyone feel like explaining what just happened? I survived being shot, Greg here blurs apparently, and your light show buddy out there. What can you do, fly?' Said as a joke, Don didn't realise how close he actually was to the truth.

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