Danny paced his room. The pieces were falling into place. He had known Maria had feelings for him, she had admitted that to that out how Sean figured out the passcode, but something was bothering him. Why was that her passcode? Did she care for him more than he had first expected. He was so confused. A small piece of his heart was leaping and another was breaking. How could he care for anyone that way already? Did he or was he just imagining it? "Damn it!" Danny muttered. Why did emotions have to be complicated?

His phone started ringing.

"Reagan" He said answering the call.

"Any leads?" His sergeant asked.

"Yeah, surprisingly. My son figured out the passcode to Baez's phone." Danny stated rubbing his temples.

"Find anything on her phone?" Sarge questioned.

"She was about to send a message to Sean letting him know she was going to be later than she thought on her run and another unsent message to me that said "Sog"." Danny answered. "I'm trying to figure out what Sog might mean or if means anything."

"Well, we sent a sketch artist to one of your neighbors and had her describe what the woman who was talking to Maria looked like." Sarge said. "And I think you want to see it and see what you think."

"I'll be in as soon as I can." Danny stated.

Danny was soon at the 5-4.

"Reagan. my office!" Sarge ordered as soon as he saw Danny enter the work space.

Danny followed his sargent into the office. He saw a woman in a black pantsuit her short blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail.

"I figured you wouldn't work with anyone else so I pulled her back in."

"Kate!" Danny exclaimed surprised to see his old partner.

"It's great to see you again Danny, I just wish it was under better circumstances." Kate greeted.

"Okay back to work." Sarge interrupted the happy reunion, "Here's the sketch." Sarge added, handing a paper to Danny .

"Is this who I think it?" Danny questioned looking up from the paper.

"You know this woman?" Kate inquired. "We ran it through facial recognition and didn't get any hits."

"She's Angelo's sister. Sofia Lopez." Danny explained.

"You guys go bring her in for questioning." Sarge ordered. "I know it's early in the morning, but I want my officer back."

"I'm driving." Danny declared glancing at Kate.

"Wouldn't think different." Kate agreed. She had learned early on in their partnership that Danny always drives

They rode quietly to Sofia's house. It wasn't really a time to discuss how their lives had changed in the past years. Danny felt Kate's concern for him. He was pretty sure she had noticed the dark circles under his eyes and his distracted movements.

They arrived at the house and quietly got out of the car and walked up the steps to the front door.

He heard the rage in Sofia's raised voice.

"NO! I won't do that! I won't help you anymore you stupid son of a bitch." She was screaming.

Danny carefully knocked on the door, nodding to Kate and she removed her gun from it's holster. Something was definitely off.

The voices inside went silent.

"Who is it?" Sofia called out.

"It's Detective Reagan, I have a few more questions for you." Danny answered.

He heard a muffled male voice, he couldn't make out what he said. Then a shriek of pain and fear came from the house. Danny slammed the door down and rushed through the house. He was horrified when he saw Sofia lying on the kitchen floor in a pool of her own blood, her body twitching. Her throat had been slit. Kate rushed to her body trying to stop the bleeding. Danny sprinted out the back door to try and pursue the attacker, but whoever had done this had escaped without a trace.

"This is Detective Lansing, we need a bus at this location." Kate spoke hurriedly to the dispatcher.

Sofia was fighting for life, but she was bleeding out.

"Parents," She gasped out. "Our Parents-" she began shaking violently and then she stilled the light of life fading from her eyes as her body went completely limp.

"This was Angelo." Danny muttered. "It had to be!"

Maria pulled her knees close to her. She winced when she accidentally moved her wrist. It had been hours since she had last seen Angelo. She was confused, he had her and she couldn't escape, what was he waiting for? He hadn't waited with the others, why was she so different. Her stomach ached with hunger and her lips were parched. She shivered in the cold, the thin gown he had dressed her in didn't give her much protection from the chill in the damp basement. What did he want her for? If he wasn't going to use her, why had he kidnapped her?

She heard his steps on the floor above. She examined the things around her hoping something would help her escape but the floors and walls were barren. She wanted to talk to someone, to anyone, she was lonely. She knew he was trying to manipulate her into caring for him again. She shuddered at the thought of being with him again. How had she ever fallen in love with him in the first place?

She laid her head back on the lumpy flat pillow he had supplied her with. Without realizing it she drifted off into sleep. She was awoken by a hand on her shoulder. She jumped away when her eyes focused and saw Angelo looking down at her. His dark empty eyes terrifying her.

"Shhh." He said softly. "I didn't mean to disturb you, you just look so beautiful when you are sleeping."

Maria shivered. How long had he been watching her? She glanced over him and saw that she had some red on her gown and then she saw his hands. They were covered in what looked like blood.

"Angelo is that blood?" She exclaimed sitting up and then cursed when she yanked her wrist against her handcuffs.

"Oh, don't worry it's not yours." He shrugged.

"What did you do?" Maria demanded .

"Why are you so concerned. You should be happy we are together again." He said with a smile caressing the side of her face. She tried to back away but hit her head against the bed frame.

"Why do you fight it Maira?" He questioned. She sensed his frustration and knew she needed to tread more carefully if she didn't want to make him angry.

"What do you want from me?" She asked her lip trembling.

"I want you to love me." Angelo whispered. "Love me like you used to. We were so happy then." He pressed a kiss against her lips.

"No!" She exclaimed pushing him away with her free hand.

"You will love me again." He assured leaving without another word.

She shook with rage and shame. She couldn't stand him touching her, let alone kissing her, but she couldn't do anything to stop him. She tired to rub away the blood he had gotten on her face. Whose blood was it? She wanted to cry, to scream, but most of all she wanted to get away from here.

Hope you guys liked that chapter!

Love Eliza