Sabrina felt her eyelids growing heavy as the flickering neon lights from the motel sign outside drifted in from the slit in the curtains lulling her to sleep. Her eyes closed and her head drifted back before banging it on the radiator behind her. She woke up with a jolt and rubbed the bump forming quickly on the back of her head. "Stupid, sign," she mumbled blinking back tears and looking at the sign begrudgingly. It wasn't even lit properly alternating between mo and tel every five minutes. She just needed some sleep. She tugged helplessly at the cuffs and she needed to be home with Felix. The shrill cry from the baby snapped her out of her thoughts.

"She's still crying. Why is she still crying?" asked Nina her voice strained as she groggily rubbed at her throbbing temples picking her head up from the table.

"She's a baby Nina. Babies cry, but you haven't allowed me to check her out so I cant tell you if its anything more than that."

"Fine, fine if you think it will help," said Nina getting up from her chair and shuffling over to the bed. In some slippers she swiped from a corner store one state over. She didn't however have the foresight to grab some extra clothes.

Sabrina found particular joy in seeing little Nina spit milk up on her shirt. Nina ended up washing her t-shirt in the sink complaining about the motel not offering laundry services. She even stormed the front desk complaining that the least they could do is offer motel robes while her clothes are drying. After hearing about the commotion second hand Sabrina could only hope that the seedy hotel would send somebody up to throw her out. Instead they called to let her know they had found a robe for her. Which just looked like some old guys red smoking jacket. Sabrina couldn't fathom how she could stand the strong tobacco smell reeking off of it. Maybe that is why the baby wont stop crying because it knows something fowl is in the room smirked Sabrina to herself. She looked over at the baby resting in the middle of the bed. Still wrapped in a gray blanket that she had managed to grab from an empty ambulance. When Nina had bothered to listen to reason. The baby's cry had turned to hiccups and they pulled at her heartstrings and the memory of her little one.

Nina knelt down in front of her the baby cradled gently in her arms.

"It would be easier to hold the baby and examine her if you uncuffed my right hand," pleaded Sabrina.

Nina shook her finger at her and laughed, "Nice try."

Sabrina held her arm up to receive the baby and held her breath as Nina paused.

"I don't think this is a good idea," replied Nina eyeing Sabrina up and down.

"What! Why?" asked Sabrina startled by her sudden about face.

"You have a little smudge on your cheek," said Nina slowly making a circular motion with her index finger as she pointed to the spot. "And your hands are dirty."

"I'm shackled to the radiator, remember," said Sabrina banging the cuffs against the side of the silver cob webbed radiator.

"Must you make that incessant noise?" asked Nina standing up to place the baby back on the bed who seemed to have cried herself to sleep. "Plus you look a little sweaty."

"What can I say Nina, you're not that great of a kidnapper."

"Don't be smart," she replied quickly looking up at the ceiling and tapping her finger to her chin. "Well, if I learned anything from my conniving mother it is that manners are everything. So if you need a shower you got it."

She walked around the bed and grabbed the key and a butcher knife from off the table.

"Really."

"Yes, of course," shrugged Nina nonchalantly as she bent down and uncuffed her. "No funny business now. I may not be a nurse, but I'm sure I can find all the major arteries in the time it takes you to reach the door or the phone."

"I hear you loud and clear," replied Sabrina seriously allowing Nina to lead her to the bathroom and close the door behind her.

"Oh, I should probably tell you. Little Nina's cry may be annoying, but its just loud enough to hide the hammering," said Nina drawing imaginary hearts on the closed bathroom door.

"What hammering?" stammered Sabrina as her breath began to quicken and she ran to the lone window in the bathroom. It was nailed shut. She paced the floor, wringing her hands as the sweat pooled on her upper lip. As if it came from some dark place inside her she unleased a scream out of frustration and hopelessness.

"I just wanted to do everything I could to keep my favorite Nanny. The competition is so stiff these days," smirked Nina turning with her back against the door.

Sabrina grabbed a bottle of small shampoo off of the sink and hurled it towards the door. Its contents spilling out onto the door and on the floor, the smell of vanilla feeling the small room.

"That's not very nice," came Nina's stern voice through the door. "I'd advise you to use your time wisely because thanks to that little stunt of yours you only have five minutes."

Back in Port Charles . . .

"Man, it looks like you've only gotten about five minutes of sleep," replied Dante looking at his partner gravely.

"I got a couple of hours," said Nathan tapping his pen on the desk as he leaned back in his chair.

"Falconeri, West, my office now," barked Sloane.

"Right, away, sir," replied Dante raising an eyebrow towards his partner.

Nathan shrugged in response. They walked through the commissioner's door the florescent lights beating down on them.

"Sit," said Sloane sternly sizing them both up.

The atmosphere in the room was tense to say the least making them feel like the criminals they typically interrogated.

"You two have been running on fumes. As the secretary has recently notified me Dante was able to find time to clock out and go home. The same cannot be said for you i'm afraid Mr. West. Care to explain."

"I went home. I slept and I came back," shrugged Nathan not sure what the fuss was about.

"Excuse me, sir. Is this all about overtime? I know the mayor has been tight with the budget lately," states Dante wanting to step in and help his partner.

"No, Dante. This is about my detectives being so tired out, there not firing on all cylinders," snapped Sloane.

"Listen, you cant send us home," said Nathan his voice raising.

"I have no plans too. Unfortunately, I need all hands on deck. We've got a kidnapped baby, a missing nurse and on top of that were bringing in Corinthoes and Julian Jerome. No offense, Dante.

"None, taken."

"What, I have done is gone over your caseload."

"Okay, what does that mean?" asked Nathan glancing hesitantly over at his partner Dante.

"I'm taking you off the Nina Clay case," said Sloane slamming the file shut on his desk.

"You can't do that. She's my sister. If she's going to respond to anyone it's going to be me. I should be the one to find her," said Nathan standing up from his chair unable to control his temper.

"You know the rules no cops can work on cases their personally connected too. Besides, you're spreading yourself too thin. Which means your going to make a mistake."

"A mistake. We're the best detectives you have on the force," exclaimed Nathan.

"We haven't made a mistake yet," replied Dante wanting to back his partner up in someway.

"The key word is yet. And you're not going to on my watch."

"This is completely unfair," said Nathan exasperated.

"It's happening. Turn your focus instead to the Santiago case."

"Sabrina Santiago?" asked Nathan.

"Is there any other case?" remarked Sloane snidely his eyes darting between them both as if they were stupid.

"Your wish is our command," replied Dante with no intention of letting the new commissioner know of Nathans ties to Sabrina. He was sure his partner would rather quit then be taken off another case of someone he loved. Besides he knew the feeling.

"Well get to work. My phones been ringing off the hook all day. Will all be pretty busy over the next few weeks," replied Sloane smoothing out his tie before sitting back at his desk and reaching for the phone.

Dante followed Nathan out into the hall closing Sloane's door behind them.

"Hey, thanks man for not tricking on me to the boss," replied Nathan slapping Dante on the back approvingly.

"You're my partner we stick together no matter what. You'd do the same if something similar arose because of my father right?" asked Dante sincerely.

"With no hesitation."

"Well, alright then. What's are first moves looking for Sabrina?" asked Dante ready to get down to business.

"I already notified are local hospitals to be on a look out for a women fitting Sabrina's description. I got a picture from Felix to shop around."

"Yeah, but that's not enough. Whoever has taken her could already be across state lines," replied Dante more to himself then his partner.

"Exactly, we have to get the rest of the world involved."

"You thinking media coverage."

"I'm thinking its time for me to pay another visit to Felix. I want Sabrina's face plastered in every dive bar and seedy motel from here to Alaska. Here's to hoping that Felix is not camera shy."

Dante laughed, "I don't think you will have to worry about that. Do you need backup?"

"No, i'll go this one alone, but have your phone ready."

"Always," said Dante hoping for his partners sake that this wasn't a wild goose chase. It had already been 48 hours what if she was already gone.

Authors Note: I had a few commissioners I could have chosen from. Especially since they changed them out fairly quickly during this time frame. There was Ana, Sloane and then Jorden. For this particular scene though I just couldn't see Ana and Jorden being fierce enough to pull anyone off a case without trying to be their friend afterwards lol. So Sloane wins.