Mistakes and Memories

Las Vegas, Nevada

2:50am

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Kay stood in a party she hadn't planned. It was her day off and she was living it up.

"Hey, Stormy, my girl," a voice called and Kay turned to look at Jessie, one of her best friends and greatest work rivals. "So, what do you think of the party?"

"Loving it," she told her friend. "I'm glad you invited me."

"It's not a problem. You always invite me whenever it's my day off," she stated. "Turnaround's fair play."

Mckayla was about to say something when she got this bad feeling in her chest. It was tight and hollow. Something was wrong, she knew it. She didn't know how she knew it, it was just one of those sister things. She hadn't felt like this since her sister was shot in the shoulder four months ago by that drug cartel. It wasn't good. She had to contact her sisters.

--

Mac was in the kitchen when he heard a frustrated yell from the bedroom. He walked in to see Stella glaring at her reflection in the full body mirror.

"Is everything alright?" he asked as he leaned against the door and she turned to look at him.

"They don't fit," she stated and he looked at her confused. "My favorite pair of pants won't fit. They always fit just right, tight enough I don't need a belt but not too tight. Now I can't get them buttoned."

He looked down shaking his head. He didn't know what to do or say to make this better.

Before he had a chance to make a fool out of himself his cell phone rang. He pulled it out and answered it.

"Taylor," he said expecting it to be work related.

"Is this Mac Taylor?" a male voice asked.

"Yeah, I'm him," he stated, his gut sinking. He knew that voice; he'd used that voice more than a couple times over the years. It was always when he gave bad news to the families of victims.

"I'm sorry, but your daughter – Madison Storm – was kidnapped from the parking lot beneath The Storm Incorporation Building," the voice said. He took a step back and closed his eyes.

"How long has she been missing?" he asked opening his eyes. Stella turned to look at him confused. Her eyes locked with his and he turned away so she didn't see his fear or pain.

"Approximately seven hours," the voice said. "We will call you when we have more information." He wouldn't let that happen.

"My daughter, Mackenzie, and I are police officers. We will be down there as soon as we can to help with the search," he stated. The man agreed and he hung up.

"What's wrong?" Stella asked as he quickly began packing a bag.

"Madison is missing," Mac asked as he dialed Mackenzie's number. This was great.

"Yellow," Adam's voice answered happily as the sound of one of David's video games echoed in the background.

"Dad, come on, I was beating you," David's voice called from the background.

"David I'm on the phone," Adam called back, like any parent would. "Sorry about him. He's excited to have me home, just as excited as I am to be home. So what do you need boss man?"

"Can you put Mackenzie on, this is important," he tells the young man. He hears footsteps and then moments later a voice comes on.

--

Mackenzie wakes up exhausted. She sees Adam leaning over her.

"Honey, Mac's on the phone and he doesn't sound right. I think something happened to Stella and the baby," Adam states and she sits up immediately, worried about her unborn baby brother or sister.

She takes the phone from him as fast as she can and puts it to her ear. "Dad, what's wrong? Are Stella and the Baby okay?" She asks.

"They're fine," her dad says but his voice still doesn't sound right. "Madison was abducted earlier this evening. We need to fly out to help with the search." Kenzie eyes pop open at these words.

"When do we leave," she asks. Her mind hasn't even caught up with the news yet.

"I'll call you when I have us on the plane," he states. She doesn't respond and he hangs up. Mackenzie lets the phone fall to the mattress, her eyes far away.

"Kenzie, honey," Adam whispers and she just looks at him. "What's wrong?"

"Madison was kidnapped," she finally whispers and his eyes grow wide.

"Do they have a suspect," Adam asks and she shakes her head before closing up emotionally. She gather's her belongings, not about to let herself get blinded to the case. She told Adam to take care of David and then left.

Her mind was on autopilot. She drove herself to the airport and met Mac there. She didn't even remember getting his call. Then they were on the plane as she sat next to him.

"How are you holding up?" Mac finally asked and she didn't answer but shrugged. She didn't even look at her father. "Mackenzie, please, talk to me."

"I'm fine," she states hollowly. She turns to look at him and sees his concern. It softens her a bit. He's just trying to be a good father and she knows it. He doesn't deserve her being a bitch to him. "I'm fine, dad, I promise. I just need to keep my head."

He nods before placing a hand around hers. He gives it a reassuring squeeze before letting go. She looks at him with wide eyes. Mac Taylor has never been an overly emotional man. He rarely allows his emotions show like he just did. That shows how concerned he was about this whole situation.

She smiled and shook her head.

"You know, only something like this would happen to our lab… you do realize that don't you?" she asked and he turned to look at her.

"What do you mean?" he asks and she looks down.

"Only you could get your girl friend pregnant while I get a divorce and sis gets kidnapped. It's so wrong and it could only happen at our lab. Most departments aren't as lax with fraternization or with relatives working together," she states and he chuckles while nodding.

They both knew it was true. Their lab was different. It was full of broken rules or at least bent ones. Still, everyone worked well together. It was a well oiled machine.

--

Mckayla dialed her sister's number again. Kenzie wasn't answering and it had her terrified. Something was wrong, she knew it. She didn't know what it was but she knew something was off.

'Hi, this is Kenzie Storm, I can't come to the phone right now. Leave your name and number so I can get back to you,' her sister's message said then there was a beep.

"Kenzie, its Kay, call me back, okay?" Mckayla said into the phone, obvious concern ringing in her voice.

"Ms. Storm," her secretary called, walking into the room.

"Not now, Mel," she called to her secretary who stood there looking at her.

"Ms. Storm, is everything alright?" Mel asked and Mckayla just shook her head no.

"Neither of my sisters is answering their cell phone and I'm worried. I think something's happened to them," Mckayla said as she turned to look at her secretary.

"I'll cancel all of today's meetings and I'll contact the hospitals and police in the areas asking if any women fitting your description were brought in," Mel told her and Mckayla smiled before thanking her secretary who had been working for her for years. The woman left her to her thoughts.

--

She awoke with a pounding headache, her mind fogged up. It took her a moment to think. After a moment she went to move but found her arms bound behind her back. A puzzled look crossed her face.

Then she remembered the man grabbing her from behind and her struggle. She figured she must have blacked out. That was the only thing that fit.

"Dustin, the broads coming to," a young male called. She couldn't see that well, her vision fuzzy, probably a side effect of whatever sedative they'd used on her. What she did know was someone grabbed her chin. "Pretty little thing, beautiful blue eyes. What's the boss want her for again?"

She jerked her head away from his grasp

"Leave her alone skunk," another voice called, a female voice. It was older, powerful. Madison recognized it from somewhere but she could pinpoint it.

"Sorry Boss Lady, She's just so god damn good looking – in an uptight professional type of way. I'm sure I could loosen her up though," The man called Skunk said and Madison cringed as she felt a hand run up the inside of her leg.

"Skunk, remove your hand from the young woman and back away before I make you," the woman – the boss – said and Madison felt the man back away.

"Yes Boss, you're in charge," Skunk stated though there was obvious irritation and anger ringing in it. The man was obviously furious with the boss. The Normally emotionless sister felt fear coursing through her veins.

For the first time she felt something new. This primal fear, this feeling of a loss of control, it was all new to her. She'd never been truly afraid until now. Now she was at the mercy of those around her and the control freak in her was not happy about it.

"Where am I? Who are you and what do you want with me?" Madison spat as she looked around.

"Hush up little Storm," the woman said, getting right up close to her face. "You are just the distraction… for a bigger game is afoot."

Then something glistened in the dim lighting. Then it was coming down at her head. There was a thud and all was black. The last thing she smelt was gunpowder.