Jack heard Lucy's scream on the way down the last flight of stairs and nearly fell down the last steps as he broke into a run. He skidded to a halt at her side, breathless, and the first thing he saw was the blood. It was smudged, as though someone had been dragged but the trail didn't go very far, it stopped only two feet in front of Jack. The pool of blood wasn't big enough to indicate a serious injury but the mere fact that there was blood made Jack feel as though his heart was plummeting into his stomach. Helping Lucy back to her feet, from her sitting position against the car, Jack took out his cell phone,

"Bobby, it's Jack, get the team down here now!"

Almost before he'd put the cell phone back in his pocket, he could hear the sound of shoes on metal as the rest of the team sprinted down the staircase. Bobby was the first to emerge through the heavy door - nearly ripping it from its hinges - and he, too, stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the blood. Tara, who had been right at his back, slammed into him.

"Ouch, I think Tara needs new brakes on those heels of hers."

Bobby made an attempt at a joke as Tara moved to stand at his side,

"Or maybe next time you can warn me if you're gonna just stop like that..."

She trailed off, noticing the blood as well and was fast on her cell phone to get forensics to the scene.

"Well, there's no point in me trying to get any sleep now; I'm going back upstairs if anyone would care to join me, feel free."

It didn't sound like the rest of the team really had a choice so they simply nodded their agreement and followed Jack back to the bullpen while the forensics team scoured the scene for fingerprints and anything else they could use.

The phone on Jack's desk was already ringing when he got to it. He picked up the receiver, gesturing to Tara who picked up her own ready to trace the call if they got the chance.

"Hudson."

"Ah, hello Jack, I thought I'd reach you here when you realized your precious team member was missing. Don't worry, she's fine... for now."

"Who the hell is this?!"

Jack found himself yelling at the strange voice. Though it wasn't completely unfamiliar to him, he couldn't place where he'd heard it before.

"Jack, Jack, Jack, you don't need to know that information but I will tell you this; A woman's place is in the kitchen."

"What?" Jack asked confused, but soon remembered the notes that had been left on other victims. The caller didn't answer him, instead all Jack could hear was a dial tone as the line went dead.

"Tara?"

"Got it, call traced to a payphone, not far from here. Just 20 minutes, in fact."

"That could be twenty minutes too far."

Jack replied, his hope in finding Sue dwindling upon hearing the last of the message. Surely, that meant she was gone.

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