"Sam, wake up," Reid's voice drifted in the darkness surrounding the youngest Winchester. Sam wasn't sure he wanted to leave the dark. By long experience of being knocked in the head, he knew the pain and nausea that were awaiting him. If the blow had been hard enough, Sam knew that even worse could be waiting. But the voice sounded so young and scared.

"What?" Sam mumbled. He blinked his aching eyes and gradually saw the young doctor's lean face hovering over his own. The boy's brown eyes were dark with fear and something else Sam couldn't quite place. Beyond Reid's head, Sam noticed that the walls were white and industrial looking.

"Are you all right?" Reid asked. He wasn't a medical doctor but he knew the signs of a concussion. Sam was still blinking against the light hanging above them. His left pupil was slightly sluggish.

"Yeah, what happened?" Sam asked as he forced his body up into a sitting position, despite the wave of nausea that assailed him.

"We were kidnapped," Reid stated simply. It wasn't the first time for Reid. He just hoped that this time turned out a little differently. He really didn't want to become addicted to heroin again. It had nearly taken control of his entire life the last time. "Roy DeSoto and Mike Stoker were also taken but they're not here."

"Who were they?" Sam asked. His memories of the last few seconds before he lost consciousness were a little hazy. Too many concussions he supposed. Absently he swallowed in rapid succession while taking deep breaths. It would help with the nausea.

"I don't know," Reid admitted. The lanky young man had moved away from the bed Sam had been lying on. Full of nervous energy, Spencer began to pace the small room. "They pulled a hood over my head after they got us into the van. I tried to keep a timeline of how long we travelled but I have to admit that I became disorientated.

"I've studied the map of Los Angeles County at the station but we soon left its borders behind. I had no frame of reference," Reid said. Sam could see how much this was bothering the slim man.

Blinking, to clear his eyes and his mind, Sam took a quick look around. They were in some kind of a clinical cell. He assumed the doctor had all ready tried the barred door along the far wall. Of course it would be locked. The people who'd grabbed them wouldn't have gone to all the trouble to just let them go.

"That's okay," Sam said to the younger man. Well, in actuality Reid was about the same age as Sam but the hardened hunter felt the need to protect him. Sam knew from listening to Reid the few times he'd talked that the slim man was an FBI agent. That meant he was used to dealing with dangerous situations and people and that he was probably used to carrying a gun. Still, Sam reflected as he forced his protesting body off the cot he was laying on, he would do what he must to keep the man safe. Maybe this was kind of how Dean felt. Dean must be freaking by now.

Squashing that thought and the emotions that brought up, Sam quietly paced around the room. The door was barred and locked. There were no other features to the room but the two cots and the toilet in the corner. Sam glanced up and noticed a camera in the one corner of the room. The red light on the side of it flashed back at him silently. They were being watched.

"If you're going after them, I'm going with you," Johnny said. He'd located Bob, Mack, Dean and Rachel in the bunk house. The four had been huddled together speaking quietly to each other. Upon hearing the paramedic's voice, they all turned to face them. Only Rachel looked vaguely guilty. The woman couldn't lie convincingly if her life depended on it.

"You're still on shift," Rachel stated. She was the first one to speak. The three men were silent, looking at the paramedic with appraising eyes.

"Station 51 has been taken off shift. They couldn't find anyone to replace Roy or Mike. Battalion has decided to bring in all of C shift early to replace us," Johnny stated. If he had to sit here and wait he felt like he was going to explode. It was all he could do to keep from running out to his car and starting a search himself. He knew the other members of his shift felt the same way but too many people could create a scene.

"We could use someone who knows Los Angeles better than we do," Rachel suggested. She knew the three men were used to doing things themselves. They didn't like to have to look to another source for information. It didn't take a genius to figure that out just from the stubborn looks that were flashed across their faces.

Rachel didn't want to push too hard. It was still beyond her why the three men had even decided to include her in their discussions. She wasn't willing to take the chance that they would change their minds.

The door to the bunk house opened and Nick slipped inside. He glanced back into the garage on his way in, making sure no one was watching. He knew that the FBI agents were getting antsy and didn't want to wait any longer than absolutely necessary. The head agents hadn't shown up yet, once they did the station would be wrapped up tighter than Fort Knox.

"I'm going with you," Nick said as he joined the group. It didn't take a genius to figure out that they were going to go searching for the missing men. "I'm a crime scene analyst. If anyone can figure out what happened, it'll be me."

"How much time do we have?" Mack asked. He didn't want to take Bob. The younger Unit member was just recovering his strength. The alternative, leaving him behind, didn't appeal to him either though. The senior Unit member didn't want to take any of the other civilians. Under normal circumstances they'd be a liability. But these were not normal circumstances.

"Last report was that the senior agents were fifteen minutes out. If we're going to move, we have to do it before that," Nick informed them. He had a metal case clutched in one hand. Grissom had helped him create an impromptu kit to examine the crime scene before sending him into the room. The senior CSI had wanted to go too but had also come to the conclusion that too many people would be counterproductive. Nick was younger and in better shape, he was the logical choice.

"Do you have a vehicle big enough for all of us?" Mack asked, turning his attention to Johnny.

"Yeah, I have a Range Rover parked out back," Johnny replied.

"How are we all going to get out back without drawing attention to ourselves?" Rachel asked. She was a bit of a control freak. She liked to know what was going on and how things were going to happen. Given her present situation, she'd have thought she'd learned to loosen up a bit. Apparently not.

"The guys will help with that," Johnny volunteered. A slow smile was creasing his worried face. This just might work.

"What are we waiting for?" Nick asked.