A/N: Don't worry we'll find out about Danny's fate soon, but first we'll find out where Lindsay ran off to. Thanks for all the feedback. Enjoy!

Thanks to SallyJetson for the beta. All mistakes are mine and no one else's.

Chapter 14: Truth and Accusations

Her small fist pounded against the wood door, hard enough to bruise but not stopping until it opened. "Where the Hell is HE?" she asked as soon as it had moved from her path.

"Linny, what are you talking about?" Jason asked as he was hastily pushed aside, Lindsay forcing her way into the small hotel room.

"Where is He? What have you done?" She shouted, not taking the time to answer his question or for him to answer hers as she tore apart the room, throwing the contents of his suitcase on the ground, searching quickly, desperate for any sort of clue.

"Linny, Linny. Listen to me." Jason begged, distraught at the wild look in her eyes. He moved closer to her as she ripped the sheets and blankets from his bed, finally grabbing her by the wrist to still her movements.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" She hissed, her words more venomous than a snake, as her palm connected with his face and he was shoved backward, releasing his grip.

"Okay, Okay." Jason said as he regained his balance, his palms in the air as a gesture of peace. "Why don't you calm down and tell me what happened," he asked soothingly.

"Danny. He's gone. You took him." Her anger momentarily leaving her as tears sprung to her eyes, tears she wouldn't let fall.

"What? What makes you think it was me?" He asked, confusion evident in his tone.

"It all started around the time you showed up, you hate Danny, you bought me flowers, that connects you to the first threat and… and you know where I live." While the first three points were said loudly and pointedly, the last one was quiet, almost causing her physical pain to reveal. "The first night you followed us from my apartment, you knew which SUV he was driving, and this morning you kidnapped him when he left my place," she explained, a battle between emotions and professionalism roaring inside her. "You're hurting him to punish me. It's my fault he's gone." She tried not to break down, tried to keep the emotions flooding her system at bay.

She raised her teary eyes to meet his, expecting to see him gloating, happy to see that his plan had worked, but instead all she saw was hurt and sadness.

"I… I can't believe you'd think I would do something like that." He stated quietly, looking her in the eye before turning away to sit on the remains of his bed, resting his face in his hands.

Not knowing what to believe she remained quiet, keeping him in her sights, not letting him break through her resolve.

"How can you believe that I'd ever want to hurt you?" He finally asked, not bothering to wait for an answer. "I admit that I behaved poorly when the three of us went for dinner, that's why I sent you the flowers to apologize. It's just seeing you with someone else for the first time, I … I don't know... I guess it just hurt more than I thought it would. All I want is for you to be happy, and seeing you walking into the restaurant, holding his hand, well I could tell that you were, I just… I just wished it was me," he revealed, chancing to look in her direction. "I know we're over, but I still care about you, part of me always will, but I also know that the city's been good for you, I saw it in Vegas and I saw it again that night, so trust me when I say that I would never do anything to stand in the way of that."

Looking at the man before her, he wasn't the vicious kidnapper her crazy mind had jumped to when she knocked down his door, but her friend: the boy who she had her first kiss with under the maple tree in the backyard, who had teased her time after time so that she'd finally conquered her fear of the Zipper at the county fair, and the friend with whom she'd shared a thousand other memories. She sat down beside him on the bed and leaned her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry…I'm just…"

"You're scared and worried and needed something to grab on to. I know Linny, I know you better than you give me credit for," he stated, holding one of her hands in his own. "You'll find him. Don't lose faith."

Her cell phone rang, acting as an intruder to their silence, and she quickly reached down to answer it, noticing Flack on the caller ID.

"Did you find Danny?" she asked.

"No, but Sylvia from our flower shopped called. She's worried because she can't find her boyfriend."

"So? We don't have time for that right now Don. Change her over to deal with missing persons. What do we have on Danny?"

"Lindsay, Sylvia's boyfriend's name is Derrick Minhas."

"Is that supposed to mean something to me?"

"He's Rodney Minhas's brother, the cop Danny was accused of killing during the subway shooting."

"I'll be right there," she replied before hanging up. The pieces were finally starting to fall into place.