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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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When Danny woke up, the first thing he noticed was a cool breeze against his bare chest. After his eyes had adjusted to the dim lighting, he saw a man standing in front of him.

"Danny Messer, we meet again," the man said in a raspy whisper.

Although Danny was unable to see his features clearly, he knew immediately who was in front of him. "Carlos Anyone," Danny said in an equally raspy whisper. Danny had put Carlos Antone away five or six years ago for drug trafficking and murder. Not surprisingly, his short prison term hadn't changed him much. He still had his sinewy features. His eyes were still dark and forbidding. He had high cheekbones and his nose looked as though it had been broken at least twice. His smile was cold, heartless, and void of any sympathy or compassion that might have been there years before.

Danny slowly turned his head to release the tension in his neck. As he did this, he noticed Flack sprawled out on the floor, about six feet away. He turned his head back to face his captor, who, by this time, was limping placidly around the two young men.

Carlos Antone didn't seem to care that in just a short time he'd be caught. He didn't seem to care that in just a short time, Danny's friend and boss, Mac Taylor, along with the rest of the team, would find Flack and himself.

By this time, Danny noticed that Flack was waking up.

Don Flack woke up to a throbbing headache. He didn't know where he was or what had happened. All he knew was that he was in a hell of a lot of pain. He tried to move his leg, which was at an awkward angle, but it was damn near impossible. He knew that it wasn't broken, there wasn't nearly enough pain for that, so he came to the conclusion that it just must be asleep.

He looked around at his surroundings, but he couldn't draw up any ideas as to where he might be. It was very dark, so he could have been in a warehouse or a basement. He noticed that there was a pungent smell lingering in the air. It smelt like a mix of mold and water. It was not a very inviting odour. Don came back to reality as he heard the faint sound of shattering glass on the other side of the room.