The doctor had been round soon after breakfast and Lindsay had been given good news after yesterday's surgery. She would get her discharge papers soon but only if someone was there to pick her up and look after her as they didn't want her to go home alone on account of the surgery. Lindsay thanked the doctor as he left the room and picked up her phone. Unlocking it she opened her text messages and went to Tom's name.

"I'm getting discharged soon. Is it possible for you to pick me up? I'll need you to bring me some clothes from my suitcase if it's possible. I need clean underwear, a pair of jeans, a button up shirt, some socks and a jacket. I already have my shoes here from yesterday. I'd be forever grateful if you could. Thanks."

The text took longer to type than normal due to the fact she could only use her right hand. She pressed the send button and quickly locked it, placing it upright on her bed. Her lock screen lit up a few minutes later and she unlocked it again to read the text message.

"On the way. I've picked up your suitcase from the station and I'll bring it with me so you can choose what you want to wear. I'll be there soon."

She locked the phone again and waited. It was only a short while before he turned up at her door.

"Sorry If I'm late, I stopped off to get you these."

Tom walked into the room holding her suitcase in one hand and from behind his back he produced a bouquet of flowers and a card that he was holding in his other hand.

Lindsay smiled and took them from him.

"Thank you, Tom."

She opened the get well soon card.

"It's signed from everyone at the station. The send their wishes and hope you get better and I know we'll be taking the flowers home but I just wanted to bring them to help cheer you up."

She took them from him and smelled them. "They have. Thank you." She leaned over and placed them on the table at the end of the bed.

"Did you bring my clothes?"

"I did. Here you are."

Tom nodded and placed the suitcase beside Lindsay on the bed.

"I'll let you have some privacy."

Tom stepped backwards and pulled the curtain all the way around the bed to give her privacy.

Lindsay unzipped the suitcase and started to look through it for some specific items that she wanted to wear. It was a difficult job to do with the plaster cast on her left arm but she did it anyway. She knew it was going to be hard to change into her clothes, she might need some help.

Tom was sitting on a seat which was facing the door. He didn't want to invade her privacy without asking. He watched as a nurse came into the room. A shocked look on her face when she didn't what she was looking for is.

"Lindsay Elizabeth Denton?" The nurse asked.

"She's just getting changed." Tom replied.

"Is that my discharge papers?" Lindsay shouted from the bed.

"It is." The nurse said.

"I'll take them." Tom said and the nurse handed them over.

"There's also a prescription for her to take to the pharmacy."

"I'll make sure she does. Thanks."

In the time between Tom leaving and now, Lindsay had only been able to take the hospital gown off and replace the pair of pants that she had been wearing for a new pair from the suitcase. She picked up a bra from the case, put her arms through the holes and tried to do it up at the back but it was a too fiddly task for her to do when she had a massive piece of plaster of her wrist.

"Tom." Lindsay called out. "I need some help. Can you come in and help me please?"

Tom walked around the bed and entered through the side of the curtain he knew Lindsay was facing.

"I'm coming in."

Tom said as he pulled back the curtain to reveal Lindsay's back. She was turned away from her to preserve her dignity.

"I need you to do my clasp."

Tom leaned forwards. Taking the bra clasp in his hands and pushing them together. He placed the clips on the last hole.

"Is this one ok?" He asked.

"Yes, it is." Was Lindsay's reply.

Tom clipped her up and was ready to leave again when Lindsay stopped him.

"You might as well stay. I'm going to need some more help."

Lindsay scooped her boobs into her bra using her one available hand and turned back to Tom.

"I'm sorry I'm not proper."

"That's not a problem. I'm here to help you with that."

Tom picked up the pair of trousers that Lindsay had placed out. He rolled up the legs and bent down placing Lindsay's feet through the holes. She jumped off the bed and using his body, Lindsay placed a hand on his shoulder to keep her body upright as he pulled the trousers up her legs. When he got to the top, he buttoned them together from her. He picked up her shirt from the case and help her arms into the arm holes. When he got it onto her body, he rolled both sleeves up to her elbows to help her out. He finished by buttoning up the buttons on the front of her shirt and helped her to tuck it in to her trousers. He then helped her to get her socks and shoes on and then placed her jacket that he had brought over her shoulders to keep her warm. He zipped up her case when they were finished and picked it up. Lindsay picked up the flowers that Tom had brought off of the table and took them with her. Giving the room one last look over to pick up anything that they had forgotten and left the hospital for the quick drive back to the caravan.

When they arrived, Tom let them both inside and Lindsay went to sit down on the couch.

"I need to go back to the station to help with the investigation. You need to stay here and rest after what happened yesterday. We will do our best to find Carly but I want you to stay here out of trouble. OK?"

"Fine." Lindsay sighed.

"Watch TV or read a book. Just try to keep your mind off it. I'll phone or text with any updates. Phone me if you have any problems."

Tom went over to Lindsay, who was still sitting on the couch, and pulled her face close to his and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

She pulled away and looked up at him.

"Stay safe." She said.

"I will. I promise."

She then watched as he crossed the room, towards the door and then left, locking it behind himself. Lindsay pressed the remote to turn the TV on, sad that she had to reside herself to this.

Steve was on his way to the station in his car. He had been staying at a hotel on the edge of town and the drive back to the station should have only taken a couple of minutes. The thoughts he was having in his head about the case and the way it was going was stopped when the phone inside his car started to ring. Clicking the answer button, the ringing stopped and he said "DS Steve Arnott." to the caller.

"Steve. It's Hastings. I need you to come back to AC-12. We've just had a case come through. It's big. A body has been found in a suitcase in a river and I need you to come back and investigate. We're one officer down and I need my best man on this."

Steve turned the car around to go and pick up his belongings.

"On my way, Sir."

He didn't want to leave the Carly case but what he had saw in the last few hours working with the team, he was sure that they would be able to cope. He would phone them on the way back to AC-12.
Lindsay flicked through the channels on the TV, trying to find something to watch. It was mostly trashy daytime TV shows, which she would be happy to watch if she was at home but not currently when an investigation was underway to try and find missing Carly Kirk. She wanted to be useful and try and help to find her. It was her job after all. Lindsay had even taken her tablets, which caused her to have a nap earlier but all she could think about was Carly. If she was ok, if she was safe, what those men are currently or would do to her. She turned the television off, throwing the remote to the cushions beside her. Picking up her phone, keys and jacket from the table she left the caravan. Looking up the number for a taxi and phoning it when she was outside, taking it to the station where she hoped she could out in any way possible.

On arrival at the station, she climbed the steps and followed the path to the investigation room where she knew that the team would be located. Upon arrival, she didn't get the reception she was expecting. The team looked worried, with Tom being the most concerned.

"What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here. You should be resting." Tom said worried.

"I came to help you out. I want to know what's going on."

"How did you get here?" Tom asked.

"I got a taxi. Please, Tom. Just tell me what's going on."

"We had a sighting of the car but unfortunately it hasn't come to anything. We are trying our very best to find her. I promise you that. After yesterday, you need to be resting. I know you're worried. So, am I but I'm also worried about your health and I don't want to be worrying about you when all my focus needs to be on her, you understand?"

Lindsay nodded her head. "Yes, I understand."

"Good. Now let me drop you off." Tom said grabbing his keys from the table.

"No, you should be here. I'll get a taxi back." Lindsay said.

"I don't..."

"I'm fine Tom. I am. You should be here focusing on the investigation."

"Promise me you'll text me when you get back." He asked.

"I will."

Lindsay grabbed one of his hands and run her fingers over his knuckles.

"Find her for me, Tom. Please."

"I'll do my best. I promise you that we are pulling out all the stops to try and find her."

Lindsay turned away, leaving the team behind her in the station. She crossed the street outside to go and find a taxi rank. She walked to the end and was crossing the side street, on the corner, when a man walking towards her startled her out of her daydream. She looked up at him to step out of his way when they locked eyes.

"Dot?...What?"

"Don't scream Lindsay. Don't make this any harder than it needs to be."

She heard footsteps behind her and quickly turned her head to the noise. The man behind her was the same man from inside the car.

"You know it's very stupid to grab me from outside a police station." Lindsay scoffed.

"It doesn't matter to you anyway. Not where you're going."

That scared Lindsay now. The thought that Dot had gone rogue from the police and the OCG and the fact that he could do anything to her now, scared her. She was about to scream out when a hand from behind her clasped over her mouth. Another hand grabbed her from behind and with the force over the movement it knocked her off balance. She fell to the ground and seconds later was being physically lifted off her feet and over his shoulder. She used her hands and her feet to push and kick him, to try and get out of his grasp but nothing was working. The next thing she knew she was being thrown into the back of a van. The jolt of her head hitting the metal of the floor sent jolts of pain through her head from where she hurt it yesterday. Her legs and hands were now bound with rope, her mouth gagged and her vision darkened by the blind fold placed over her eyes. The doors of the van echoed shut, and the car started to move as soon as both men got in. She could only hope that Tom would find out that she was missing and that he would find out soon as she had no idea where they could be taking her.

Tom picked up his phone again and looked at the home screen. Still no text messages from Lindsay, which was strange. She promised when she got back to the caravan that she was going to text him. He wondered if maybe she had fallen asleep as soon as she had gotten in and was not able to text him, or maybe worse what if she had become ill and wasn't able to get help. This thought played on his mind. Telling his team where he was going, he drove back to the caravan in a hurry, opening it up to find an empty living room. He searched the rest of the caravan, which didn't take long, making sure to knock on the toilet door and have a look in there as well. He brought his phone out of his pocket and dialled her number. Every time he tried it just kept going straight to voicemail. He was getting more and more worried now. He knew that she can't have gotten far without a car. There was a chance that she was at the shop on site but he had already stocked up on food before she got here so everything she needed was in the caravan. He typed in the number for the station and phoned it, he could hear Mared picking up on the other end.

"Mared, please tell me that Lindsay is at the station?"

"I don't think so. I mean I haven't saw her come back. Why Tom? What's wrong?" Mared said.

"I've just come back to the caravan and she's not here and if she's not here and not at the station then I have no idea where she could be. She hasn't got a car at the moment and she's not picking up her phone, so I'm worried about her safety."

"Tom, I'm going to go check the security cameras and see what happened after she left, just stay there Tom in case she comes back. I'm sure we will be able to track her down."

Mared hung up the phone on him and he placed it down beside him. He put his head in his hands. It took all his energy not to pick up his phone again and start phoning Lindsay back. He wanted to keep the phone line open for Mared to get back to him. He sat there and waited for what felt like hours, but when he looked up it had only been a matter of minutes. The phone beside him rang and the ring tone took him out of his daydream and back to reality. The phone screen name was Mared's and he picked it up.

"Mared, please tell me that you have found something."

"You're going to want to come to the station to view this, Tom."

"I will, Mared but I want to know now. What is it that you have?"

"I'm watching the CCTV from the camera on the corner of the building. Lindsay walked out earlier today, crossed the road to go to the taxi rank and was placed into the back of a van. Tom, I'm sorry to tell you this but from the footage it seems like Lindsay has been kidnapped and from what we currently know I have a feeling that it may be Dot and his accomplice. I'm going to do some more digging into the vehicle but I think you should be here Tom."

"I'm on the way." Tom replied.

He hung up the phone and rushed out of the caravan, getting in his car and rushing across town to get to the station. Lindsay's life depended on it.

The van pulled to a stop and a few seconds later the backdoors opened. The smell of the countryside hit her nostrils and she breathed it in. It wasn't the nicest thing to smell but it reminded her that for the moment that she was alive. Hands clasped firmly around her legs and pulled her out from where she was lying on the bed of the van. She stopped at the edge and the man grasped the rope around her hands and pulled her out of the van but before she could hit the ground, she started to be pulled along behind the man. She pushed her feet to the ground to try and stand up but due to the fact that he was dragging her quickly and the fact that her feet were still tried together wasn't helping her in her plight. The ground changed from under her feet. From the soggy grass, that she was dragged over, to the tiles of a kitchen. She was pushed into a wooden chair and the blindfold ripped from her face. She held her arms up to the bright light as her eyes tried to adjust. She knew that the fact they were letting her see their faces meant it was bad for her future.

"Right Lindsay, tell us what the police have on us so far."

She dropped her hands from her face and looked at the muscle sat facing her. They were all sat at the kitchen table with Dot sat on the other side. Lindsay shook her head.

"Nothing." Lindsay said.

The man slammed his fist down on the table. The sound made Lindsay jump in fear.

"Nothing. I promise you."

"YOU'RE LYING." He yelled in her face. "FUCKING TELL ME."

The man lifted his right hand and slapped Lindsay across the cheek. The forceful movement brought tears to Lindsay's eyes. She yelped out in pain.

"You went to the petrol station. We got the CCTV but after that they couldn't trace where you went to. I promise you that's all I know."

"She's lying." The heavy said. He turned to Dot. "What do you think we should do with her?"

Dot took his gun, which he had been storing in the waistband of his trousers, and placed it on the table. Lindsay looked at it, knowing it was a threat. She was terrified. He had already tried this once before and she believed that this time he would follow through with his threat and make sure that the deed was done.

"Take her upstairs, let her stew for a while. The next time she comes down, she'll be getting a bullet in her head. You can pick a patch of grass in the garden and we'll bury you under it."

Lindsay was in shock. Her eyes bulged. She couldn't speak. Her life was in danger. Along with Carly's. If they would do this to her, then there was a chance that they would do it to her, what if they already had. It wasn't a thought worth thinking about because she felt like every outcome was just as worst as the last. The man in front of her bent down and untied her feet and then her hands before picking her up by her waist and throwing her over his shoulder. He climbed the stairs and Lindsay started to kick and scream, she knew that if went into this bedroom, there was little chance that she was coming out alive. The door opened and she was thrown inside. The door quickly locked behind her and she stood up from where she had been thrown on the ground. She used her cast to batter the door and gave up after a few seconds. It wasn't going to get her anywhere.

"Lindsay?" A small voice said from behind her and Lindsay turned. She couldn't believe who she was faced with.

"Carly?" Lindsay smiled. "Is that you?"

Lindsay walked over to where Carly was sitting on the bed and pulled her close in her arms. It was exactly what the young girl needed. She broke down in tears. Lindsay whispered words of comfort to the girl and she soon stopped crying.

"Is this where they've been keeping you?" Lindsay asked.

Carly nodded.

Lindsay looked around the room at the state it was in. The windows were boarded up, a faint smell of mould lingered in the room. Old flowery wallpaper was peeling from the wall. The light hanging from the ceiling was just a bare bulb. A small bookcase held some battered looking books and a small box tv was placed on a dodgy looking table which Lindsay thought might break at any moment.

"I'm here now, there's nothing to worry about."

"Does Tom know where we are?" Carly asked.

"I'm sure he will soon find out as soon as he figures out that I'm missing. They shouldn't be long." Lindsay said, trying to hide her fear from the young girl.

"I have a question to ask you Carly."

Carly looked up from where her head had been resting in the crook of Lindsay's arm.

"And I need you to answer me truthfully. Have those men downstairs hurt you or touched you in any way that they shouldn't have?"

Carly shook her head. "They haven't."

"And you're sure about that?" Lindsay asked.

Carly nodded her head. "I'm sure."

"Good. I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that doesn't happen."

"I have a question for you. I've had a long time to think about it. Are you the same woman I met in the toilets of the police event I was working at?" Carly asked.

"I am. How do you remember back that far?"

"It's the same day that I took off so I remember what happened before."

"I do too. I was there when that happened. When you took off from the car park at the train station."

Carly looked confused.

"The man you were with was DCC Mike Dryden. He was my old boss and the man I was having an affair with. He was married and if I knew that he was that was inclined then I would have dropped him long before then. It disgusted me seeing him about to use you like that. The reason he kicked you out of the car is because he saw me. I didn't know that was going to happen afterwards but when you came up in the missing persons system a couple of weeks later, I made it my mission to find you. I even went to interview your foster parents but now that you are here, that I've found you again. I'm not going to let you out of my sight. We will make it out of here Carly. I promise you that."

Lindsay took Carly in her arms again. She wanted to hide her face from being seen by her. The thoughts of downstairs playing in her mind. She just hoped that when it was time that she would be able to keep the young girl safe.