A/N: Thanks everyone for your continued support -mass hugs- Unfortunately, updates over the next few months might not be as regular as they have been. I'm starting a writing class with a view to publishing, so I'll be running around like a cut cat until the end of November. I will still try and update at least twice a month, though.

Mac entered the Precinct and went straight to Mason's desk. She was easy to identify, thanks to the picture Adam had sent him. "Ms. Dunnery? Please come with me. I have a few more questions for you."

"I've already answered all the Sergeant's questions. Anything you want to know, you can find out from my statement to him." She moved her computer mouse to the middle of the computer screen, clicked on the document and began typing.

Mac gripped her shoulder. "Don't make me arrest you," he warned softly.

The look on her face as Mac led her away was venomous. Just as they reached the Interview Room Mac heard a commanding voice say "Stop bleeding on my floor!" Looking over his shoulder into the patrol room he laughed softly. That's one thing I don't miss! he thought when he saw a rough looking female hopping on one foot as she was 'guided' to a chair. He did feel a little sorry for her though. The cop wasn't exactly being gentle. Remembering where he was, he shut the door before he said something that would overreach his authority in the Precinct.

"That's Bayliss," Mason remarked. "He's a violent thug."

"Where's Jamie Reagan?"

Mason protested that she didn't know where he was, that they'd seen each other at lunch but parted ways soon after, due to a series of phone calls she'd received.

"Those purported phone calls will need to be investigated. I'll need all your phones. Please take them out, slowly and carefully and place them on the desk." He placed his hand on his gun and watched her carefully.

Mason threw a phone on the desk. "That's my work phone," she spat out. "My personal phone is in my desk. Be my guest. Bottom drawer. Key's in my wallet." She reached into her back pocket.

Mac beckoned to the cop who was standing guard outside. He entered, they held a whispered conversation, and he left. A few minutes later he returned with two more phones.

Mac quirked an eyebrow.

"What? I've never seen that phone before in my life!"

"Which one?" Mac slid them closer to her. "Look, don't touch."

Mason visually inspected both phones and shrugged. "I'm not sure which one's not mine, but I am sure that one of them's not!"

Mac nodded again and retreated to the corner of the room to make a phone call. "Adam? Are you at the Lab yet?"

"We've just left the Reagan's. We'll be about twenty minutes."

"How are they?"

"Discouraged. What do you need, Mac?"

"We've found three phones in our suspect's possession. Two of them are identical, and she insists one of them isn't hers, but doesn't know which. I need all of them analysed." Mac thought about what he specifically needed urgently. "I need to know if any of them contain the phone calls our suspect says she received around the time Jamie Reagan disappeared and, if so, which one. I also need to know if the callers are the people she named, as well as anything else that might be useful."

"Sure, Boss." Adam nibbled on the end of the pen that he'd used to write down Mac's orders. "Do you need us to come pick them up?" Hearing that the phones would be sent to the Lab by cop, Adam relaxed. I know which cop I'd like it to be. I've had enough of talking to strangers in the last couple of days to last me a lifetime!

The rest of the journey passed in silence. Lindsay was reflecting on her recent errand and praying the family would be reunited again soon. Adam was cataloguing all the tests he'd have to run, and how soon he could have answers for his boss.

"Adam! Adam Ross!" The two of them had just entered the building, when Adam's name was urgently called. He jogged over to the reception desk. "This guy says he's got a delivery for you. Are you expecting anything?"

"Sure am." Adam grinned at the delivery boy. Then he remembered what Mac had said. "You're not a cop," he accused suspiciously.

"And you don't look like a scientist," the teenager said. He wasn't trying to be rude or superior. He was just stating a fact. "Look, my name's Keith and I was given this box to drop off at this address to a guy named Adam Ross. Are you him?"

Adam nodded and signed the receipt before opening the box. It contained another DVD and some photos. Adam thumbed through them. They were all of Jamie Reagan in a different room, and now gagged and unconscious. "Keith!"

Keith, who had walked away after Adam signed the receipt, whirled around. "Yeah?"

"Where did you get these?"

The boy started to reach into his pants pocket, but didn't get very far. He was tackled and thrust face down on the floor. He struggled briefly but was swiftly overpowered.

"Where did you get these?" The words were repeated, this time far more menacingly and straight into his ear.

"They were dropped off at my depot. Did you even read what you signed? Check my work order and my front pocket."

His story was verified, so he was allowed to stand up, though he was still in the grip of the security guards. Adam rang Mac.

"Boss, I've got a kid here who's in possession of more photos of our victim, as well as another DVD. How'd you want to get him to you? Okay, I'll hand him over to security until he gets transferred." He listened as Mac gave him more instructions. "Yes, boss. I'll let you know as soon as I've analysed the new new evidence, as well as the old new evidence. Which, it seems, has just arrived." He listened again. "Okay, will do." He stuck his phone back in his pocket and addressed the cop that had just arrived. "I'm Adam Ross. You have a delivery for me?" He took the three sealed plastic evidence bags, verified that they were all phones, and signed for them. "Officer Bayliss, this is Keith. He's going back with you to talk to Detective Mac Taylor." He winced when the cop grabbed Keith by the elbow and dragged him away. "Hey, careful! He's a kid, not a cow!"

"I know he's not a cow. Cows are female!"

Adam added the extra evidence to his load and he and Lindsay rode the elevator up to the Lab. Adam entered the Computer Lab with the phones, DVDs, and photos, and Lindsay took the evidence from Danny's house to the Trace Lab.

Adam made a copy of the second DVD and emailed it to Mac before texting him to inform him. Then he started running time and date analysis tests on all calls that had come in to the phones in the last twenty-four hours. If I can confirm their accuracy, I'll know which calls to focus on from today.

Just then his phone rang.

"Hello, Adam speaking."

"Adam, I'm emailing you voice samples from the Sergeant and Officer Janko to compare with those on the phones."

"Sure, Boss. Do you think you can send me one of Mason Dunnery too? If there's a caller on each of these phones claiming to be her, I'll need a verified example before I can prove which one is telling the truth."

"Will do. Good thinking."

Adam shook his phone when it went dead. So he rang Mac back. "Boss? I think we got cut off. Quick question for you. Where's Dunnery's patrol car? Has anyone checked her odometer, logbook or GPS?"

"I don't think so. But even if they have, I'll have it towed to our evidence garage so our evidence mechanics can run their own tests. Anything else?"

"No, Boss, I think that's it." This time when the line went dead, Adam realised that Mac had hung up on him. Shrugging, he fingerprinted the DVD while he waited for the results of the phone tests. He came away with nothing so he swabbed it for trace. When a few quick tests proved it negative for drugs, he subjected the swabs to analytical chromatography. That'll take a while. Just then his computer beeped to signal an incoming email message. As he opened the voice samples he thought, Thank goodnes Reagan thought to get a search warrant for the phone records. If the phone calls today didn't come from the Sergeant and Officer Janko, maybe they'll match someone else she's rung in the last twenty four hours. His shoulders slumped. And, yeah, I can always go back further if I need to.

He returned to the photos and the box they were delivered in, repeating the same tests he'd done on the DVD. He then refocused his mind on scrutinising the pictures. One by one he went over every inch of them with a magnifying glass.

The time analysis tests on the phones were completed, so Adam interrupted his examinations to begin the voice comparisons. Just then he got a call from the garage,

"Adam Ross?"

"That's me."

"It's Winston, one of the evidence mechanics. We've got some preliminary results that your boss might be interested in."

"So why are you calling me?"

"I don't have his number. And even if I did, rumour has it your boss is one scary guy."

"He's scarier still if there's a mistake that makes the evidence inadmissible in court. If I tell him what you found out, that makes it hearsay evidence which is usually inadmissible in court. Sorry, I'm not going to risk my job because you're afraid of strangers. Here's his number." He rattled it off twice before ending the phone call.

Winston sighed, adjusted his belt, sighed again, then consulted the piece of paper on the desk before him. Here goes nothing. He pulled the desk phone to him and dialled. "Hello? Mac Taylor?"

That is interesting, Mac thought as he listened, contemplating the woman in front of him. He saw her rub her upper arms as if she was cold.

"So how do you explain this?" Mac played her the first DVD. He let it run through, closely observing Mason's body language as she watched Jamie in captivity. He then showed her two clips in isolation, the first of the chocolate wrapper and the second of the music box music. "Well?"

"My music box went missing yesterday," she admitted miserably. "And no, I didn't report it. It's just a music box. Every complaint and report we get outranks that. I know it, and you know it. As for the chocolate, I may be a major consumer of it, but I'm by no means the only one."

"What about this?" He showed her a clip of the second DVD, which showed Jamie tied up, gagged and unconscious in a different room than he was in the first DVD.

"That I do recognise!" Mason shrieked in relief. "It's a house I've visited numerous times. It's a beautiful house that's for sale and I'm very interested in purchasing it." She gave Mac the address.

"And that's where you were sent to patrol today? How many miles is it from here to there?" Mac eyeballed the rookie.

"I don't know."

"Surely you recorded your travels in the logbook?"

Mason dug her knuckles into her forehead. "Sarge told me not to, that since it was an emergency change in my route, it got recorded elsewhere and he'd take care of it."

"And you believed him?" Mac shook his head.

"He's my Sergeant. Of course I did!"

"So that's why our evidence mechanics found that the odometer on your work car has significantly more miles on it than your recording book for today, and the GPS shows that made multiple unlogged stops today, including during the time Jamie Reagan went missing?"

Instead of answering Mason protested vehemently. "I didn't do anything wrong. I was told to go there!"

"So you admit to being at the scene of kidnapping during the time it was committed, and you can identify one of the places he is being held." Before he could comment further, Mac got a phone call. He listened for a few seconds. "Mason Dunnery, you are under arrest on suspicion of kidnapping and attempted murder." He read her her Miranda Rights, then quickly transferred her into the custody of the NYPD before running out of the building. As he left, he heard furniture clattering and an outraged howl.

"I say unto you again: cease and desist this course of action!"