Sorry that it has been so long! I just keep forgetting to update this! Hopefully I'll remember to put the next chapter up soon rather than later. Thank you so much for your patients!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Niki Foxx. ten81CSI owns Kylie Flack and temporary relief owns Kelly Higgins. They are just nice enough people to let me borrow them! Enjoy!

The sun had just started to rise as Kylie and Don Flack started pushing Danny and Mac to a silver Avalanche parked in the parking garage. Kylie wasn't supposed to come but when she saw her older brother was allowed to go she demanded to come along too.

Mac rubbed his temples as he watched the skyscrapers of New York pass by. These Flacks were giving him a headache. Mac understood why they wanted to be part of this case. Niki was their best friend, someone they had grown up with. But still, he had a Crime Lab to run and he didn't need two cops with an agenda running around.

Danny pulled the silver Avalanche to the curb in front of Tara Laurence's apartment building. Both Kylie and Flack jumped out of the car and started racing up the steps. Danny turned off the car and jumped out of the car as well.

"Hey you two!" He shouted after them, "Slow down. You guys gotta go in there with a level head. Alright?"

Both Flacks' rolled their icy blue eyes. They would try their best, but they weren't going to make any promises. This monster had their friend; she was practically family to them. Well to Kylie at least. Flack just wanted his girlfriend back; safe and sound.

They walked up three flights of stairs to get to the third floor hallway and walked to the fifth door on the right. Flack pounded on the door and shouted, "NYPD open up!"

Mac rolled his eyes. He shouldn't have allowed the Flacks to come. This was going to be a big mistake.

A small older woman opened the door with a small smile on her face. Flack looked the woman in her face and closed his eyes. Her brown eyes had the same twinkle as Niki's. Kylie noticed that the woman's brown hair had grayed some. Something a girl like Niki would never allow happening.

"Can I help you?" She asked, her voice soft.

"Mrs. Laurence," Mac said as he showed the woman his badge, "I'm Detective Taylor and this is Detective Messer, Detective Flack, and Detective Flack. May we come in?"

"Of course." She smiled as she stepped aside to let the officers inside. "Please sit, sit. May I get anyone anything to drink?"

Danny looked around at his colleagues. "No we're good. Thanks though. We have a few questions about your son."

"Martin? What about him?" She asked as she sat down across from Mac and Danny. Both Flacks stood behind the chairs, their arms folded across their chest.

"Your son is killing innocent women." Flack said bluntly.

"Martin?" Mrs. Laurence gasped, "My boy would never do something like that."

"Well he is," Flack growled, "So you better tell us where we can find him or else…"

Danny jumped from his chair and placed his hand on Flack's chest to push him back. "You need to calm down now," Danny whispered to him, "Got it?"

"This monster has Niki!" Flack shouted.

Danny rolled his eyes and shook his head. "It doesn't matter who he has. Just shut the fuck up right now or else I'm gonna take you outside and shut you up myself."

Flack hung his head. He didn't want to leave. He took a few deep breathes to calm his nerves before he walked back to where he was standing before.

"Ma'am, we need you to tell us everything about your son." Mac said.

Mrs. Laurence shook her head. "I just…I just don't understand. There is no way my Martin could do this. He's a good kid."

"So is Niki Foxx," Kylie spoke up as she sat down next to the older woman, "She's his latest victim. And she's my best friend. Niki was always there for me. Here's a picture of her." Kylie pulled a picture from her back pocket and handed it to Mrs. Laurence.

Mrs. Laurence let out a sigh and looked at the picture of two girls, their heads resting on each other and smiles on their faces. She figured that the girl with the dark hair and blue eyes was the detective sitting next to her. Her eyes then began to focus on the brunette. The girl's brown eyes were sparkling and there was just something about her smile.

"She has an amazing smile. She calls it the Foxx grin. Almost everyone in her family has it. There's just something about it that makes everyone feel better when they see it." Kylie said.

"She's very beautiful," Mrs. Laurence said. The brunette reminded her of herself when she was younger, "But I don't understand. Martin wouldn't do whatever you think he does to these girls."

"Niki is a stripper," Kylie sighed, "That's who your Martin has been kidnapping, beating, and raping. He keeps them for four days of torture and then on the last day he shoots them through the heart when he's done with them. And then he throws them away like garbage."

Kylie stood up from the couch and walked over to her brother. "Thank you for your help," She mumbled, "Sorry for the inconvenience." She walked out of the apartment, her brother following after her.

The older woman closed her eyes. "He always hated the fact that I was a stripper," She started, "He was ashamed of me. But I did it for him. I needed the money to raise my son. He just…he didn't appreciate what I did for him. His friends would make fun of him, he always complained that people looked at him funny and said horrible things."

"So you're saying he was against your profession?" Mac asked.

"Oh he was. One day he, when he was 17, he called me a filthy worthless whore that didn't deserve to walk this earth. I didn't know what to do or say to him. But he just walked out and left before I could say anything."

"Do you know where we could find him?" Mac asked.

Mrs. Laurence shook her head. "That was the last day I talked to my son. He could be anywhere for all I know."

"Thank you Mrs. Laurence," Mac said as he stood up. He handed her his card, "If you have any questions or can think of anything else, please give me a call."

She nodded her head and watched as Mac walked out of the apartment. Danny turned back to the woman and watched as she stood up. "I'm sorry about how Detective Flack acted he's been a little…"

"She's his girlfriend isn't she?" Mrs. Laurence asked.

Danny raised his eyebrow. "They haven't officially come out with it yet, but it does seem that way. How'd you know?"

"Sweetie, I was a stripper. We know people," Mrs. Laurence said, "I hope you save that girl. It seems like she was really loved. I hope you find her."

Danny nodded his head slowly. "Yeah I hope we find her too."

….

"So we were right about why he kills." Derek sighed shaking his head.

Danny rolled his eyes, "But that's not gonna help us find him. Chad ran this guy's name through every database and got nothing. It's like he doesn't exist."

"I just hope we find him before its too late." Aiden sighed.

Derek went back to reading the newspaper he held in his hands. "Damn," He chuckled as he read over an article, "This reporter just loves you guys."

"What reporter?" Danny asked.

"Kelly Higgins. I think she has a crush on this Hawkes guy. Describing the shirt he's in and all his muscles. Same with Flack. She described how angry he got when she asked him about strippers. She's a good writer."

"Higgins…that's it!" Mac said, standing up from his chair, "We can get her to write an article."

"An article about what?" Danny asked.

"About what the mother said about the 4 Day Devil," Derek said nodding his head, "That should piss him off. Maybe he'd call her or something."

"Or kill her." Aiden mumbled.

….

Hawkes walked into the office and headed toward the secretary's desk. He asked her which desk belonged to Kelly Higgins and she pointed him in the right direction. Hawkes let out a sigh as he walked to her desk. He didn't really want to do this. Mac had forced it to him based on the BAU's profile of Kelly. Apparently she had a crush on Hawkes. Giving him an easier chance to convince Kelly to write the article.

"Ms. Higgins?" Hawkes asked when he reached her desk.

Kelly looked up from her computer and tried to keep her jaw from hitting the floor. She saw a young African American man standing before her, a maroon t-shirt that clung to his body. "Yes that would be me. How ya doin'?"

"I'll be doing better once we get the 4 Day Devil off the streets." Hawkes said as he sat down on the other side of the desk.

"Ah the Douche Day Devil," Kelly said, nodding her heads, "You know maroon is your color."

"Thank you." Hawkes blushed a little bit.

Kelly raised an eyebrow at the sexiness sitting in front of her. "So what brings you here?"

"We need help and we need you to help us." Hawkes said.

"And?"

"Kelly, please. We really need your help on this. We need to save his latest victim. If we don't…"

"Then what will happen?" Kelly asked, leaning forward in her chair.

Hawkes looked down at his hands. He didn't like talking about other people's business but if it meant catching a serial killer and saving someone's life then he really didn't have a choice. "Two of our detectives have a close connection with the girl who was taken. If we end up finding her dead body…I don't know how they'll handle it."

"But what does this have to do with me?" Kelly asked.

"We need you to write an article that would make him mad enough to make a mistake."

"And what's in it for me?" She asked, leaning back on her chair, "If I do this article what do I get out of it?"

Hawkes rolled his eyes. He knew it would come to this. "We're willing to offer you the exclusive on every major case we handle."

"The exclusive," Kelly said again, raising her eyebrow, "I like the way that sounds."

"So you'll do the article?" Hawkes asked.

"Of course I'll do the article," Kelly smiled as she winked at Hawkes, "But only cause you asked."

…

She had a day and a half to get out of this basement before he would kill her and Niki just recently remembered she had a knife in her back pocket. For the past few hours she had been struggling against the ropes to reach her fingertips into her back pocket. She felt the knife slice her finger as she pulled it out of her pocket.

"Fuck," She groaned as she started working on the ropes wrapped around her wrists. She could feel the ropes loosen as she cut deeper and deeper into the ropes until the ropes finally slide off her wrists. She brought her hands in front of her and rubbed them. They were all cut up from all her struggling against the ropes. She stood up from the chair and started running toward the stairs. She was half way up the stairs when she heard a crack come from underneath her foot. Niki lost her balance and went tumbling down the stairs and hitting the cement floor.

"Fuck," She moaned in pain as she pushed herself up to a sitting position. She looked at her right stiletto shoe and noticed that the heel had broken. "Today of all fucking days you break."

She heard the door slam shut and feet pounding down the stairs. She watched as Martin stopped at the foot of the stairs and glared at her.

"You fucking whore! What the fuck do you think you were doing?" He growled as he grabbed her by her hair and pulled Niki back to the chair.

Niki tried to stand up but fell back to the ground with a yelp of pain. She must have twisted her ankle when her heel broke. "I'm gonna get outta here alive you fucking monster!"

Martin grabbed Niki by her forearms and slammed her against the wall. "You are not getting out of here alive. No filthy whore has and no filthy whore ever will." He punched her in the face, causing Niki to punch him straight in the nose. Martin let go of Niki and brought his hands to his face. She fell to the floor, unable to stand up on her own.

"You broke my nose!" He cried as he tried to stop the bleeding.

"Good!" Niki snapped, "Wait till I'm down with you!"

Martin's eyes narrowed as he walked over to Niki, an evil smile on his face. She backed up against the wall and tried to push herself up. From her Mafia days she knew being on the ground was a very dangerous spot. She had to get up.

"Where do you think you're going?" Martin laughed as he kicked Niki in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. "How does it feel whore?" He then kicked her in the face making Niki fall flat on the floor, her left cheek on the cold cement.

Gotta get up, Niki thought, knowing full well that lying on the ground like she was was not helping her cause. She tried pushing herself up but Martin kicked her in the side again. She fell to the ground again, she hated being vulnerable and right now she was super vulnerable.

Martin pulled out his knife and let a smile creep across his face. "What are you going to do know?"

Niki reached for the knife in her pocket again and threw it at Martin just shaving his leg. He roughly lifted her off the ground and slammed her against the wall again.

"You think you're so tough," He growled, "Well watch this." He brought his knife back and stabbed it into Niki's left side.

Her brown eyes grew wide at the feeling of the metal piercing her flesh. Her breathe hitched in her throat. When he took the knife out of her, Niki brought her hand to her side and watched as the crimson liquid stained her hand.

"Oh my god!" Martin breathed, "No, you can't die yet. No, no, no!" He was panicking. He raced out of the basement and up the stairs, leaving Niki alone on the ground, blood pouring out of her side.

"I don't wanna die." Niki cried as she applied pressure to her side. She looked down at her hands to see that both her hands were covered in blood. She closed her eyes when she heard footsteps coming down into the basement.

Martin kneeled beside Niki and started wrapping something around her bare skin. He pulled the wrapping tight, hoping it would stop the bleeding. She couldn't die yet, she just couldn't. Martin Laurence was not done with Niki Foxx.

….

While following (maybe stalking) the NYPD Crime Lab's team of CSIs, all I've found are numbers. The number of times I've been threatened with arrest: 45. The number of times I've had cuffs actually put on me: 7. The number of times I've responded by threatening to do something else to them with the cuffs later that night: 29. The last number I've been confronted with is 4: the number of days the 4 Day Devil tortures his victims.

The 4 Day Devil or Douche Day Devil, that's what I like to call him, is actually Martin Laurence. A plain old Joe who works in a clothing store by day and kills and tortures women at night. Now some may say that the women he is taking isn't worth all this police work. But that isn't true. Even though they are strippers they are people just like you and me. Take his latest victim for example; Niki Foxx.

Now the respectable Detective Daniel Messer took a look at 24 year old Niki Foxx's photo and described her as a "brunette bombshell". I for one am glad that we put our safety in the hands of someone who obviously is so intent on rescuing this girl. Well there is one other detective who has more invested in this case than any other detective. But we'll get to that later.

Niki Foxx is a childhood friend of Detective Kylie Flack and Detective Donald Flack Jr. She is also like another daughter to the NYPD legend Lieutenant Donald Flack Sr. From what I was told; she is a spunky and outgoing girl, always ready for a challenge. And her next challenge after college was to join the NYPD. However, family problems had occurred causing Niki to drop out of college and find the first job she could to support her family. And that job happened to be stripping. It wasn't her dream job, which was to become a member of the NYPD's narcotic unit, but it was a job and it paid the bills. And from what Detective Messer keeps saying to every male in this Crime Lab, "she was damn good at her job". Damn, I wish he would stop making me quote him.

As I sit here typing away I can see the very hunky Detective Donald 'Ducky' Flack Jr. pacing the conference room. A while ago, I asked the Detective why so much was being done for these strippers, which I do apologize for saying that, and boy did he rip me a new one. But now I can see why.

The heroic Detective Mac Taylor and his team have been working day and night to put the Douche Day Devil behind bars; even the Behavioral Analysis Unit, a department in the FBI, was brought in to help with the case. And they will not stop until Niki Foxx is returned home safe and sound. Don't make them work in vain. You can help them. If you've seen anyone who looks like him (A picture of what he is suspected of looking like is under this article; using computer technology the CSIs aged a picture his mother had given them when he was 14) or if you know anything about him, please call the tip hotline.

Martin stormed down into the basement and saw Niki leaning against the cement wall, her eyes closed. He grabbed her by her bare shoulders and started shaking her violently to wake her up.

She slowly opened her eyes and let out a moan. "What?" Her stomach was killing her. She wished Martin would just kill her already.

"What the fuck is this?" Martin shouted at her, shoving the article in her face.

Niki let out another moan; she was in so much pain. "It's a paper, with words."

"It's an article about me!" He shouted again, "This is all your fault! You filthy whore!" He back handed her across her face.

"How is this my fault?" Niki asked after spitting the blood out of her mouth, "I've been here the whole time. This is the author of the article's fault."

"Do not question me!" Martin yelled, slapping Niki in the face again.

The stripper closed her eyes and rested her head on the wall again. She tried to move her hands, but she forgot that Martin had tied her up again. Suddenly Niki got a brilliant idea. Without opening her eyes Niki started to speak, "Maybe you should call the author and tell her what's what."

"Maybe you're right."

Niki watched as Martin pulled out his phone and started dialing a number. She was praying that this journalist was smart. Smart enough to call the Crime Lab and tell them to trace the call so they could pin point her location and she could finally get the hell out of here. She really missed Wrangler.

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