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Previously:

"She's out there with God knows who, being forced to do God knows what," I said as I struggled to remain calm. I needed to go get her. I needed to find her.

"We will find her. You know we will. This is what we do." I nodded. "We're the best, Cap. Nothing will stop us from getting her back. Nothing."

It took two hours to evacuate the hospital and move patients and those injured in the bombing to the training grounds where a makeshift hospital was erected. Bravo Company found one bomb in the mess hall. We were very lucky, because it had faulty wiring and never went off. The hospital was still smoldering, but the fire had been put out. A crew was on scene to monitor it, but we'd been told it would be at least 48 hours before anyone was permitted inside.

"They went south." Jasper's voice startled me. I was so busy reviewing the footage, I didn't hear him return.

"Are you sure?" I didn't doubt him, I just needed to be sure.

"Yes." He sat down at a monitor and pulled up the footage playing it forward when they were leaving. Everyone gathered around leaning in to see what he was playing. The footage paused as they slipped from view.

"I went out here like they did. I found footprints moving north and followed those for a few hundred yards before they disappeared."

"Disappeared? How's that?" Cheney asked.

"Yeah. Footprints don't just disappear. So, I went back for a closer look. From that point moving south, they swept their footprints for about five hundred yards. There are signs of a struggle at that point, and…"

"What?" I asked, my gut twisting.

"There's some blood." I closed my eyes as I tried to keep from being sick. "Not a lot, but enough to know that something happened." I stood as I took deep breaths and paced the length of the room. "Maybe it's not hers. Maybe she got a hit in. You know it's completely possible." I nodded. Yes, it was. Bella was a hell of a kickboxer. She'd told me a few weeks after we met that she liked kickboxing as her form of exercise. I'd made the mistake of offering to spar with her, and she'd kicked my ass. I hadn't expected her to be as good as she was, and she'd caught me off guard laying me flat on my ass more than once. "I followed the trail as far as I could, but eventually, the prints faded. I couldn't tell where they went from there."

"We have to find her, but we don't even know who took her."

"Wait!" Cheney cast another stream of footage onto the television. "Look at this." It was the footage I'd been reviewing from across the hospital. The timestamp showed it was forty minutes before the bombing. The three men walked into the hospital already wearing our uniforms. One turned to look behind him, and Cheney froze the footage. "Fuck!"

"It's Rahim." Of course, Amari was behind this. Rahim Ali was Amari's right-hand man. We'd been able to observe him in recon photos for years. He'd begun with the cell as a henchman, but slowly, we watched him gain favor and position. Within five years, every photo of him included Amari as well. If Rahim was involved, there was no question that Amari orchestrated it. "It doesn't make sense though. Why would Rahim come himself? Wouldn't he just send his lackeys?"

"Something's going on. This wasn't just about a bombing," Jasper said. I nodded. "Why would they take her? Why would they take anyone?"

"Did they take her?" O'Malley asked. "Did they take Dr. Swan, or did they take a doctor? Was she targeted, or did she just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time?" They were all good questions, and we needed answers to those questions sooner rather than later.

"I'm honestly not sure what I want the answer to be."

"Where is she, damnit?!" I slammed my fists on the table. I wasn't mad at the team. I just needed to do something.

"We'll find her, Cap," Isenburg said as he clapped a hand on my shoulder. "I promise." Unfurling my fingers from my fist, I stretched them hoping to relieve some tension. I looked around at my team working their asses off. They hadn't slacked an ounce since we stepped into this room and began the search.

~~~SH~~~

I was starting to feel claustrophobic, the room too small. The longer I sat here, the more the walls were closing in. Two fucking days, and I was still here, still sitting within these same four walls that had been my prison. If we didn't get the go-ahead to move within the next 24 hours, I had no doubt I would lose it. I was going crazy, itching with pent up energy.

"Charlie Company is back," Jasper said from behind me. "Let's go talk to them. Maybe they have something to report." He was standing by the door waiting for me to join him. I knew what he was doing. He was giving me a small reprieve. I nodded and stood to join him.

Charlie Company had been scouting the area for the last ten hours. The Commander had denied my request for my team to be out in the field. Charlie and Bravo Companies were just as capable in the field as us, buy Cheney was a wiz behind the computer. Therefore, we'd been relegated to that room while others were out looking on foot. I wanted us to be the team to find Bella, but at this point, I didn't care who found her as long as we found her soon. When the captain saw me approaching, he broke off from his conversation and walked to meet me.

"We didn't see her, but we think we know where she's being held," Captain Sullivan said moving straight to the point.

"What? Where?" I asked quickly, my heart jumping into my throat.

"Sullivan!" We all turned to find Major Yorkie motioning him forward.

"I have to meet with the brass. I'll find you after debriefing." I clenched my teeth and nodded. It wasn't his fault I wasn't getting answers yet. He was just doing his job.

A/N 06/03/18: Happy Sunday! I hope you liked this update. We don't have her back yet, but it sounds like we're well on our way. So was it Bella's blood, or did our girl do some damage? Where does Sullivan think she's being held? What are we going to find once she's found? So many questions, and y'all have some wonderful theories. I love reading them. Also, I got my first hashtag in a review, and I love it! #BringOurBellaBack (Thanks nicoleraychelle1!) Appropriate, don't you think?