The next morning, Jamie was visiting Don. He was very groggy since he had his surgery the day before. She did not want to tell him about Mac because he would just lie there and worry. "We still haven't caught the guy," she said.

"I guess Mac will get married this afternoon and I wish I could be there," Don said. "I would probably fall asleep if I was."

"I'll try to get you a live feed."

"I hope you can."

Just then, Jamie's phone rang. "Lovato," she answered.

"Lovato, we have a report of a naked man on the beach. Looks like he's passed out drunk but there's a dead woman there too."

"I'm on it." Jamie put her phone away and looked at Don. "Got to go."

"Be careful," Don said.

"I always am." She leaned down and kissed Don. "You get well."

Jamie went out and headed to the beach where the body was. There were people standing around of course. She showed them her badge. "Back away!" she said. "Give some room!"

Jamie walked on down to the beach and stopped in her tracks as she saw the man that was lying on the beach. She turned her back and then grabbed her phone.

"Jo Danville," Jo answered.

"Jo, get down here now," Jamie said.

"I'm on my way now. We got the report about the dead body."

"And the naked guy?"

"Yes."

"Jo, it's Mac," Jamie whispered.

"Oh my word. I'm on my way!"

Jamie looked around her. "Back up!" she demanded. "Get away!" She noticed the neon pink nails that were on Mac's hands too. She got a blanket from the back of her car and put it over him. She would not let him lie there like that but at least he was lying on his stomach. She knew reporters would be swarming in soon, even probably before Jo and the others arrived. She touched Mac's neck and found that he was definitely alive. "Mac," she whispered. "Mac."

Mac did not move. Jamie stayed there beside him until Jo and the others arrived and an ambulance as well. "He is not drunk," Jo said as the paramedics arrived. She had to take pictures of the scene including the victim. If she did not know Mac, it would look like he could have killed the woman after getting drunk but she knew better. The gun was even there right beside Mac's hand as though he had shot the woman and then fell with the gun.

Danny got down to the beach next. "What did he do to him?" he asked.

"Whatever it is, he is not responding to anything," Jo said.

The paramedics got Mac onto a stretcher and got him into an ambulance. "I'll go with him," Danny said. "I'll get pictures down there and maybe I can talk to Mac."

"Good," Jo replied. "Sheldon will be here soon. He can help me with this body."

Danny got into the ambulance with Mac. The paramedic was starting an IV in Mac's arm. "You know what's wrong with him?" Danny asked. "Has he been drugged?"

"I'm not sure," the paramedic replied. He got the IV started and then listened to Mac's heart. "Is he a diabetic?"

Danny scowled at that. "No." Then he frowned. "But the guy who kidnapped him is. Why?"

"He has the symptoms of a low blood sugar."

"Can you treat that?"

"Yes but we have to have blood tests done first."

"Can he die from this?"

"Yes he can but we're going to try to prevent that."

Danny stared at Mac as the paramedic was contacting someone on the radio. Mac looked sweaty and his face looked pale too. He leaned over Mac and patted his face. "Mac," he said. "Come on, wake up." He wanted Mac to wake up and tell him what happened. Maybe he could even help them find where Wayne Bryant was. "Come on, Mac."

They soon arrived at the hospital and Mac was rushed into the ER. Danny followed them and had to take pictures before they did anything else. "Get those nails off him," Danny said. "I need them as evidence too."

"You need to leave now," the nurse said. "We will get to those after we save his life."

Danny left the room and paced around in the waiting room. He decided he would go and see Don while he waited to see what would happen to Mac. He walked down to Don's room and knocked. He did not hear anything and figured Don might be asleep. He opened the door slowly and found that Don was asleep. He did not want to tell him about Mac right now. He would only lay there and worry, but he figured he would be wondering what he was doing with the forensics kit and camera there.

Danny touched Don's shoulder. "Hey," he said.

Don jumped at little and opened his eyes. "What are you trying to do? Scare me to death?" he asked.

"Nah, just trying to keep you from getting so lazy."

"Oh, I wish it was only laziness."

"So, how you feeling?"

"I have never had so much pain in my life."

"I can sympathize with you."

"It feels like my bones have been shoved together and hammered."

"Nothing like a broken bone."

Don frowned. "I just hope this is not going to interfere with my job," he said.

Danny did not know what to say to that. "They'll put you through therapy you know," he said. "They can do a lot with that. I mean, I'm still doing this job."

"But you don't run with your wrist."

"Hey, don't worry about it. You'll get back."

Don was not so sure. He supposed it could be the pain he was in but he could not see himself running after someone with this metal rod in his leg. It felt like it would hurt if he even got up to walk and he was certain he would not be doing that any time soon. He noticed the forensics kit sitting in the chair and the camera there with it. "Where you been?" he asked. "To a crime scene?"

"Uh, yeah," Danny answered. "I thought I would drop by here to see you."

"Aren't you supposed to take that back to the lab first?"

"Well, I didn't collect any evidence. I left the crime scene to Jo and…"

Don stared at him a moment. "Why?" he asked.

Danny sighed. "Mac is in the ER," he said. "That Wayne Bryant kidnapped him last night and dumped him out on a beach this morning along with another victim."

Don almost sat up but he could not sit up at the moment. "What?"

"I didn't want to tell you about it right now. He dumped Mac out on the beach nude and he had put artificial nails on his hands too."

"We have to get that guy."

"We will. He's injured two of you."

"How is Mac?"

"I don't know right now."

"What did that maniac do to him?"

"He was unconscious when we found him."

Don sighed. "How did he wind up kidnapping Mac?"

"We went into the apartment building after Bryant and Mac had to stay in the truck. He got him while we were in there is all I know."

"That guy is too slick. It's going to take some slick tactics to get him."

"He thinks he's untouchable. We've dealt with people like that before. They always make a mistake. You remember Suspect X. She thought she could go around this city killing people and get away with it, but she finally got caught."

"This is Mac's wedding day. What's he supposed to do about that?"

Danny shook his head. "Hopefully, they can get him straightened out in a little while. Maybe it's nothing too serious."

"I hope not."

Mac was lying in the ER barely conscious. The doctor had managed to get him to open his eyes but he knew nothing that was going on. He was being given glucose and the doctor went out to the waiting area to talk to someone who knew Mac. Christine was just arriving and saw the doctor come in. She walked over to him. "Are you Mac Taylor's doctor?" she asked.

"Yes, I am," the doctor answered.

"How is he?"

"Is he a diabetic?"

"No."

"He appears to have been injected with insulin."

Christine frowned. "He was kidnapped by someone who was a diabetic," she said. "Is he going to be alright?"

"We are treating him now but he has a ways to go. He's very weak. If they had not found him when they did, he most likely would have died."

"Can I see him?" Christine asked.

"Not yet," the doctor replied. "We'll let you see him soon."

"Okay."

Christine sat down in the waiting room feeling incredibly lonely. She had prayed for Mac before and she would be praying for him this time too. She could not help but think of their wedding that afternoon. She wanted him to be there even if he had to be in a wheelchair. They could go on a honeymoon later. She would take him home with her and take care of him until he was well…if he had to have care like that. She did not know anything about what happened and what it would do to him.

After a few more minutes, Mac started to look around him. There were nurses around him and a doctor. He wondered how he got there. He could not seem to hear anything they were saying. Then he felt a stick in his arm and he grimaced slightly. It seemed to hurt very bad. He did not think he had ever been so tired and he tried to remember how he had gotten there but he could not seem to think at the moment.

Danny went back out to the waiting room and found Christine there. "Hi," he said.

"Hi," Christine replied. "What happened to Mac?"

"We're not sure but we know the suspect we've been after kidnapped him." Danny frowned. "I'm sorry about this…I mean, it's your wedding day and all."

"Don't worry about that. We're going to get married anyway, whether he is in a wheelchair, on crutches or whatever."

"Hopefully he will be out of here. I don't think he was injured except…I don't know. He was drugged or something."

"The doctor asked me if he was a diabetic."

Danny scowled. "The paramedic asked that. He thought he was having a sugar low."

"Didn't you say that the suspect was a diabetic?"

"Yeah. Maybe he gave Mac a dose of his insulin."

Christine could not imagine what that would do to someone. She did not know much about diabetes but she knew that non-diabetics did not need insulin from an outside source and it could definitely kill them. She had often thought it was strange that people thought sugar was poison to the body but sugar was used to save diabetics' lives. She also knew that a person needed a certain amount of sugar in their diet.

Mac was starting to comprehend where he was now. "What…happened?" he asked, thinking he sounded very slow.

"You're going to be fine," the doctor said.

Mac was not so sure of that. He felt like he could not even lift his arm but he thought he felt better than before. He still felt like he could not think clearly but he knew he was in a hospital room with nurses and doctors around him.

"Do you remember what happened to you?" the doctor asked.

Mac thought about that. "I…I don't know," he said. "I was…" He remembered sitting in the truck and…he looked at the doctor. "I was kidnapped."

The doctor nodded and wrote on his chart. "What happened after that?"

Mac thought. "He took me to some house," he said. "And he…" Mac looked at his hands which still had the neon pink nails on them. "And he put these on me!" He was starting to remember everything now. " know…it was that Wayne Bryant. He's a suspect in a case we're working on."

"I think you're going to be fine but you have to let us run some more tests."

Mac rubbed his face and then looked disgusted at those nails on him. "Can't we get these off?" he asked.

"We can soon," the doctor said. "Just relax. You're not out of the woods yet."

"Why do I feel so nervous?"

"You were given a dose of insulin, and I assume you're not a diabetic."

"No, I'm not."

"You're very lucky that you survived at all."

"I feel lightheaded."

"That's a symptom of this too. Just relax and we're going to get you something to eat too. You should be feeling better after that."

Mac tried to sit up. "I'm supposed to get married today!" he exclaimed. "Isn't this Friday?"

"Yes," the doctor said. "Now you lie down and relax."

Mac could not believe this. "How long will I be in here?" he asked.

"Probably all morning, but if you relax and do as we say, you can be out by noon."

Mac tried to relax. "Has Christine been here?" he asked.

"A beautiful blond?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, she's definitely a beautiful blond."

"Yes, she's been here. She's out in the waiting room I think."

"Can I see her?"

The doctor nodded. "Very soon." He wrote on his chart again. "What is your name?"

"Mac Taylor."

"Do you know where you are?"

"In the hospital."

"And you remember how you got here?"

"Yes. Someone kidnapped me."

"Did that person give you a shot of insulin?"

Mac thought a moment. "Yes, he did. I remember. He tied me to a chair and gave me insulin."

"Do you remember how much?"

"No. I didn't see."

"Well, you're a lucky man."

After that, the doctor went out and told Christine that she could go in and see Mac. She hurried down to his room and was relieved to see him awake. "Mac!" she said as she walked into the room.

Mac was relieved to see her too. She sat on the bed and hugged him. "I was so worried," she said.

"I'm okay now," Mac said. "I am going to be out of here in time to marry you too."

Christine kissed him. "Don't worry about that right now."

"I am going to worry about it. You go and get ready for that wedding and expect to see me. I don't care if I have to crawl down the aisle."

Christine smiled and kissed him again. "I love you so much," she said.

"I love you too and I promise I am not going to take you for granted anymore. I'm sorry for that."

"What do you mean?"

"Taking it for granted that you understand when I can't make it to a date and worrying that I wouldn't make it to the wedding. You shouldn't have to worry about that."

"Mac, it doesn't matter if we get married today or tomorrow or…"

"Yes it does. You should be able to rely on me and depend on me to do what we plan to do. I might not make it to every date but, there is going to be time just for you."

Christine stroked his hair and face. "I'll be there when you get there," she said.

"I will be there."

Christine kissed him again and then left. She would get ready for that wedding. She smiled as she thought of Mac. She had never felt like he took her for granted but she loved him.