Jordan climbed into the car and slammed the door shut, enraged by what he had seen. While Rebecca hadn't been able to identify the man who had snatched up Ryan, the worker at the ice-cream shop and the security cameras had. Gia and Jordan had a face to identify and brought home the tapes and a picture to run through their systems. They were hoping to get him identified and bring Ryan home quickly.

Watching him take off with a screaming little girl was no easy task. Jordan felt his hands trembling as he tried to grip the wheel. Fortunately the video came without audio, so Jordan didn't actually have to listen to Ryan crying out, but he knew the little girl. She didn't like to be handled by anyone she didn't know. The stranger would have scared her. It had only been a couple of hours since she had disappeared with him so she was likely still very scared and very upset.

"Dammit," he muttered during the drive and punched the wheel when he was forced to stop at a red light. Gia turned to him.

"We'll get this asshole," she assured him. Jordan sighed.

"He better hope you're the one who takes him down," he growled. "I don't know what I'd do if I got my hands on him, but you can bet it's not going to be pretty. She's a baby! This man is... sick!"

Gia nodded her head and tried not to let it show how worried she was. Jordan was right: the kidnapper was sick. There weren't many reasons why a grown man would prey after a small child, but all the reasons out there were bad. Gia was desperate to get to Ryan quickly, before anything happened to her.

Jordan pulled up to his office building and hopped out of his car. Gia was about to follow him inside when she stopped. Jordan turned to see what was holding her up. She placed the picture and the security tape in his hands as she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.

"Hello?"

"Twenty-four hours, Ranger."

The person on the other end hung up, but enough had been said for Gia to know exactly what had happened. She growled and looked to Jordan.

"Ranger danger."

"It's Ranger related?" he asked. "Wait, what's Ryan got to do with any of that?"

"We've got less than a day to figure it out. Run the picture through the system; see if a name comes up."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet," Gia sighed and followed her partner up to their office. Jordan started up his computer and right away scanned the picture of the kidnapper. Gia sat at her desk, deep in thought. She barely heard Jordan kick his desk in frustration.

"Nothing!" he shouted. "No previous records. Nothing on the creep who kidnaps babies."

"Whatever he wants, I'll do it," Gia stated. Jordan turned to her with a heavy frown. He shook his head.

"You're kidding."

"Ryan's just a baby," Gia said. "He called me..."

"We don't advertise our phone numbers," Jordan reminded her. "But everyone knows your business number. If he's targeting the Rangers, you're the easiest to reach. It's not like there's a Ranger phone book or something."

"Our priority is getting Ryan out of danger..."

"Yeah, hopefully without throwing you into it," Jordan shook his head. "Gia, this is just like fighting aliens. You can't go in head first. This could be exactly what this creep wants. We've got a day still to figure this out..."

"I'm not letting Ryan spend a night with this ass!" Gia said. She grabbed the picture of the kidnapper and pinned it against the wall. "He's a Ranger hater, a child predator..."

"We don't know that," Jordan assured her. "Okay, let's just calm down and not jump to conclusions. Clear heads means faster results..."

Gia heard her phone go off and checked her email only to find Jake had sent her two addresses. One, he claimed, belonged to a man known only by the name Anti-Ranger, who talked online about hurting the Rangers. The other one belonged to PsychoRangers4President, who had made similar, but more ominous claims online. Gia showed the message to Jordan. He shrugged.

"It's worth checking out," he said. "I've been on some of those message boards. The creeps there can be pretty graphic with their ideas. If they have nothing to do with this, maybe they know something about the guy who does."

"Split up?" Gia suggested to him. Jordan nodded his head.

"Normally I wouldn't think so, but we're working on a time limit. Just be careful, alright?"

"I've got Anti-Ranger," Gia told him. "You take PsychoRanger. Meet back here in an hour?"

"If not, we assume the worse," Jordan said. Gia texted him the addresses Jake had sent her and they parted ways. Gia's address took her downtown. She let Jordan take the car while she hopped on the bus. A part of her hoped Ryan's kidnapper would be stupid enough to walk around in public and she would be lucky enough to bump into him on the streets. Even if he didn't have Ryan with him, his image was burned into her memory. She wouldn't miss his face if she saw him.

She didn't see him on her way to Anti-Ranger's home so had to hope Anti-Ranger would open up another lead. She knocked on his door and waited just a moment before someone shot at her. Gia moved away from the door, ducked behind the wall and put her hand on her own gun. She waited for the shots to stop before she got back up and kicked the door down. There was no one in the front hallway, so with her own gun in hand she stormed into the house.

"Silver Guardians!" she shouted just before hearing footsteps upstairs. She ran as quickly as she could. She reached the top step and heard gunshots again, then felt one bullet hit her in the side of the shoulder. She cried out, dropped to the floor as the shooter ran up to her. He shakily pointed the gun to her head, but hesitated to shoot at point blank. His hesitation was long enough for Gia to kick out her legs and swipe the shooter off his feet. He hit the ground, dropped his gun as it went off for a final time. He tried to crawl to it, but Gia got on top of him, grabbed the back of his head and smashed it down on the floor.

"OW!"

"Right back at ya," Gia muttered. She had her handcuffs on her belt and made sure to quickly secure them around Anti-Ranger's wrists before she got off him. She picked up his gun, just to be sure it couldn't be used against her again. She turned on the safety, put it in her pocket. She knelt before Anti-Ranger and glared at him, "So, what's your problem?"

"I know exactly what you're up to," he growled to her. "You're not getting away with this! I will not be silenced."

"Silence is the total opposite of what I want from you right now," Gia said. "Know anything about the abduction of a little girl?"

Anti-Ranger scoffed and shook his head. "No."

"I've got some pretty trustworthy sources telling me to focus on you in this case," Gia told him. "Now, I'll give you one more chance to talk. Do you know anything about the abduction of a little girl?"

"Even if I did, I would tell a Ranger anything," Anti-Ranger shook his head. "I know your plan. I know you're going to keep coming after people like me. People who see you for what you really are. You better hope these cuffs hold, because if I can get my hands on you, you're not going to stand a chance."

"We'll see," Gia growled. She pulled herself back up to her feet and reached for her phone, "Butthead? I need a little help."

"PsychoRanger wasn't home," Jordan answered back. "What do you need help with?"

"Shots fired. Suspect in custody. But I'd kinda like a ride back to the office."

"You okay?"

Gia looked down at the wound in her shoulder and winced when she tried to move her arm, "Been better. Been worse, too."

"That's vague."

"Just get down here," Gia said and hung up. She grabbed her second set of handcuffs and locked Anti-Ranger to the railing before she walked into his bathroom. She grabbed the towel and pressed it against her shoulder to slow the bleeding then snooped around. Anti-Ranger watched her.

"Don't you need a warrant to do this?"

"As far as I'm concerned, you let me in," Gia said. "Why, are you hiding something?"

"See, this is what's wrong with you Rangers. You think, because the rest of the world sees you as heroes, you can do whatever you want. Newsflash: you're no better than me or anyone else out there. One day, someone's going to come along who you can't push around."

"And you thought that might be you?" Gia asked. Anti-Ranger shrugged his shoulders.

"Hey, it was worth the shot."

"I'd be willing to let this go," Gia told him, "If you were willing to give up anything you might know about the little girl? It's called making a deal. You don't go down for shooting an officer and being a deranged lunatic online, and I get to save a little girl from the hands of someone much more threatening than you."

A knock on the front door was heard before Anti-Ranger got a chance to say anything. Jordan stepped inside the house and Gia could see him from the top of the stairs as he pinched his nose.

"Destruction of property, Moran? Seriously?"

"Hey! He shot at me!" she called out. Jordan looked up. He saw her holding a towel to her shoulder and pointed.

"What's that for?"

"It only hurts when it hurts," Gia told him then gestured to Anti-Ranger, "Get him in the car, will you. I want to question him at the office."

Jordan walked up the stairs, but instead of grabbing Anti-Ranger, he got a closer look at the towel Gia was holding. He saw the blood stains and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"You were shot!"

"I said shots fired!"

"You never said you were shot!" Jordan cried out. "Emma and Jake are going to kill me when we get home!"

"Why? You weren't here."

"Exactly," Jordan muttered. "I'm calling an ambulance..."

"Jordan, I'm fine!" Gia insisted. "Let's just get this guy to the office, I'll patch myself up..."

"Fine."

"Wait, seriously?"

"There's no arguing with you," Jordan nodded his head. He unlocked the handcuffs keeping Anti-Ranger to the railing and then walked him out to the car. He helped him into the back seat and then closed the door. Gia struggled to get into the passenger side. Jordan helped her in, put her seat belt on for her and then slammed the door shut.

He got in on the driver's side and turned on the lights and sirens. As he pulled out of the driveway, Gia noticed he was going in the opposite direction of their office. She turned to him.

"You're getting stupider by the day, Myles."

"And you never change," Jordan sighed. "I'm dropping you off at the hospital."

"It's just a gunshot wound! Ryan's counting on us..."

"No arguing with me," Jordan told her and then turned up the radio to drown her out.