"Morning," Andy said, walking into the precinct the next morning. "Sorry I'm late, I had to have a short conference with Theo's teacher about something."

"No problem, Andy," Lt. Rodriguez stated. "You're just in time. I have a homicide I need for you and John to check out."

"Sure. Where is he anyway?"

"I don't know. I was hoping you would know."

"No. Uh, maybe he's just overslept again. I'll swing by his apartment on my way to the crime scene." **

About ten minutes later, Andy arrived at his apartment and knocked on the door. He waited for a few moments and didn't get any response. "Junior?! You awake? Come on, open the door!"

He then knocked a few more times, and still didn't hear a sound from inside. He then got an unexplainable uneasy feeling in his stomach and though he didn't want to, kicked the door open and ran inside. "John, are you here?!"

He ran into every room and couldn't find a trace of him. "Shit. Junior, where are you?" **

Jr. awoke slowly that morning, soon feeling the painful effects of what had happened the night before. He then tried to move, but found it was too painful.

"Well, well, look who finally decided to wake up. Mr. Sleeping Beauty himself. Have a good rest?" Jack said.

"Go to hell," Jr. managed to mumble.

Jack laughed following a kick into Jr.'s side. "I'd watch saying things like that if I were you. I'm your only chance to survive. "Now here's your breakfast," he stated, dumping a disgusting looking bowl of what seemed to be oatmeal down in front of him.

Jr. glared at him. "I'm not hungry."

"Well, soot yourself, because that's all you're getting for awhile. So I suggest you take it, no matter how gross it may seem. After all, you have to keep up your strength, don't you?"

He then laughed his head off and walked out of the room, Jr. soon passing out from a combination of tiredness and pain. **

Andy walked back into the precinct a short while later, worried. "Hey, Liu, you got a minute?"

"Andy, what's wrong? Where's John and why aren't you at the crime scene, yet?"

"Look, I don't care, assign it to someone else, because right now we have a problem."

"What kind of a problem?"

"I don't know. I went to Junior's apartment and he wasn't there. And I even went inside and there was no sign of him having been home last night. It's not like him to just not come to work like this and leave us hangin'. Something's up."

"Are you sure? Because he seemed pretty bummed out about this case you guys were workin' on."

Andy shook his head. "No, he doesn't let that stuff affect his work. Now look, I may have only known him a year, but I still know him better than you, professionally and personally. And I know that something's wrong. I just have this feeling in the pit of my stomach."

"Uh, lieutenant?" gay John said from his desk. "Phone call for you."

Rodriguez nodded and grabbed the nearest phone. "Lieutenant Rodiguez. What?! Why the hell wasn't I informed about this first thing this morning?... Well I don't care, from now on I want to be the first to be informed about anything that happens, especially something like this. Now I want a team out there looking for this guy, I don't care how long it takes, understood? Good."

"What's up?" Andy asked, worried.

Rodriguez sighed. "Jack Martin somehow managed to escape last night and he's no where to be found."

"Wait a minute, at about what time last night?"

"Uh, about nine. Why?"

"Because I left at about five minutes till and left Junior working in here on the fives. You d-"

"Oh my god!"

Andy and Rodriguez quickly turned and found Connie looking in horror at the floor. They both looked to where she was pointing and saw a small pool of blood on it.

"Oh my god," Andy replied as he watched in horror, knowing very well that it could be his partner's. **

A few hours later, Andy and everyone else waited in agony, of whether or not the blood was going to match Jr.'s. Rita and Andy were the most anxious, scared to death that they may not ever see him again.

Suddenly the phone rang, and Andy grabbed it before it could even finish the first ring. "Sipowitz."

Everyone then watched him as he sighed and his head dropped. "Yeah, allright, thank you."

"Well?" Rodriguez asked.

Andy hesitated a moment before answering. "The blood we found matches with John's."

"Oh my god!!" Rita shouted out, collapsing into her chair.

Connie ran over to her and held her close as she began to sob.

Andy however, sat there a few minutes with a mad look on his face and got up quietly, making his way into the men's' bathroom/locker room and shut the door behind him. He stood there a few minutes, getting flashbacks of Simone, Sorenson, his wife, and his son and their deaths. He then punched a locker in a fit of rage and started screaming.

"I won't lose you, too, do you understand me?!" he looked up and started shaking. "I won't let you take another one away from me, especially not him!! I will get him back!! You just watch me!! I won't let you take him from me!!"

He then fell against the lockers and silently began to shed a few tears, praying that he would soon find him... Alive. **

Jr. woke up once more later that afternoon, shivering and feeling like he was going to blow chunks at any given moment.

"Hey, Johnny, I got a surprise for ya," Jack said entering.

"Yeah, well whatever it is, I don't want it," he replied weakly.

"Aw, but don't you want to meet my faithful sidekick?"

"I thought I already did."

"Nope. This one is the real brains behind the operation."

"Hello, John."

Jr. managed to look up and almost gasped when he saw who was standing before him. "Kirsten?!" **