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Summary: Danny and Flack are 'kidnapped' from a crime scene and during that time, Danny is tortured.
Pairings: Danny/Aiden
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A Torturous Hell
She could hear the ragged breathing coming closer as she ran through the dark streets of New York. The more she ran, the closer the breathing came. She couldn't escape from him, she knew she couldn't. She screamed, but no one was willing to help. She ran faster, but so did the feet behind her. She quickly ran into an alley and hid behind a trash can, in the hopes that she could escape her predator. She could hear him walk past her hiding place, but she was far from being safe. He was looking for her. She dared not move, or even breathe for that matter. She could hear his feet stop in front of her hiding place and all of a sudden, she was yanked up. The perpetrator put his hands around her throat and began choking her. She could feel the life being sucked out of her. She kicked and fought, but to no avail. She could see the lights starting to dim. With a last burst of energy, she kicked him...hard and the man hindering her escape let go his hold on her. She started to run, but her last hope of freedom was soon diminished. The perpetrator quickly recovered and with four long strides, he grabbed her hair and pulled. She stumbled and fell, but she wasn't about to give up. Unfortunately, the fall gave the perpetrator the time he needed. Once again, he put his hands around her throat. It didn't take long before she blacked out.
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Danny Messer stepped out of the car into the bright New York sunlight. The streets were a buzz of activity. Pedestrians lined the streets, peeking over the crime scene tape, trying to get a glimpse of the crime that had been committed, while cops were trying to keep them back.
Out of the corner of his eye, Danny spotted his partner, Aiden Burn. With his crime scene kit in hand, he walked up to her, who, at the moment, was talking to Detective Don Flack. It was at this moment, he got his first good look at the victim. She was a very pretty young woman, who was not much older than he. Unfortunately, much of her prettiness had been replaced by cuts, bruises, and scratches.
Danny then proceeded to put down his kit and grabbed a pair of latex gloves, which he put on. He walked up to the victim and bent down to get a closer look. He started processing the crime scene, with the help of Aiden. Meanwhile, Flack was interviewing the few eye witnesses. While Aiden was taking pictures, Danny was two feet away taking a swab of unidentified blood. Danny walked up to Aiden and asked, "The victim didn't have any head wounds did she?"
"No. She just has cuts and bruises," she replied.
Two hours later, Danny and Aiden were ready to head back to the lab with a profound amount of evidence. At the last minute, however, Danny changed his mind and decided to stay at the crime scene a little while longer. "I'm going to see if anyone else can give us a more detailed explanation," he told Aiden.
"Danny, Flack just interviewed the eye witnesses."
"There are houses on both sides of the street. Someone must have heard or seen something that can help us move forward with this case. Maybe they are just too scared to say anything."
"Okay, but have Flack go with you," Aiden told Danny. Aiden had once made the mistake of going to a scene without backup and she didn't want Danny to make the same mistake. "I'll see you back at the lab," Aiden told Danny. Aiden climbed into her car and drove away.
Flack had let the uniformed officers leave an hour or so ago, so they were alone now. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to the two young men, they were being watched from deep within the alley.
Normally, he wouldn't have waited around after killing someone, but he had gotten a tip that Danny Messer would be dispatched. However, he hadn't expected someone else to be with him, but oh well, he'd just have to dispose of that man as well.
Danny was about to knock on the first house, when he heard a scuffling noise coming from within the alley. He drew his gun and indicated for Flack to do the same. Before he could turn around, he was hit from behind and blacked out.