Lazy days had always been on of Danny's favorite things in the world. Just being able to sit around and do nothing at all. These special days were made even better if you wound up with the person you love in front of a TV with the newest action movie playing. Yeah. These were the days he never wanted to end. It was 5:30 and he was sitting on Mac's couch watching "Flight of the Phoenix". The movie was just getting to the good part when there was a knock on the door. Mac answered it.

"Mac. Thank God!" said the frantic woman.

"Miss Brody. What's wrong? Has something happened to T.J.?" He stepped aside to let her in. Danny had paused the move and gotten up to join in the conversation.

"You mean she isn't here?" Miss Brody slumped into one of Mac's kitchen chairs.

"No. I haven't seen her since yesterday. She delivered a package to me," Mac paused, "What makes you thing she's missing?"

"This is Sunday. On Sundays we always go out to dinner or a museum. A girl's night out. Well, I assumed that she had come here while I went out earlier. When I got back to the apartment, some things were out of place. I didn't think anything of it until I realized that she wasn't there and-" she was cut off by Mac's phone.

"Taylor." He said when he picked it up.

"Ah, Detective Taylor. We speak again."

"Who is this?"

"That's none of your business. Now, if you would be so kind as to put Mr. Messer on the line. I'm sure Ms. T.J. would appreciate it."

"What did you do to her?" Mac was angry, very angry.

"Nothing, yet. But I will if I don't speak to Mr. Messer." Mac sighed and handed the cordless to Danny.

"Messer." Danny said, apprehensive.

"Danny boy. I have a proposition."

"What is it, J.J.?"

"I see you remember me. How flattering. But not important. My proposition is this: you either use that smart little brain of yours and figure a way to get my brother outta jail, or Ms. T.J. here is returned in very bad condition. Then, I want a meeting between us. Just you and me, for old time's sake."

"You know I can't get Sonny out, J.J."

"Be creative." J.J. hung up. Danny put the phone back into its cradle and hung his head, locking his hands behind his neck.

"Danny?" no response. Mac tried again, "Danny."

"What?" Danny snapped, "Sorry."

"What does he want?" Ms. Brody's face was pulled taught with worry. He usually bright green eyes were clouded.

"J.J. wants Sonny, and me, or he's threatening to torture T.J."

"Oh no. Not T.J. She's already been through so much." Ms. Brody was crying now.

"Ms. Brody, we will do everything we can to insure T.J.'s safe return. What I need you to do know is go over to my couch and lie down. I'm going to call a friend and figure this out. OK?" Mac said, softly.

"Whatever you say Mac. I believe you." She got up and lay down on the couch. Mac looked at Danny.

"Explain. Now, Messer."

"J.J. is Sonny's brother. They were always tight. There is now way that the bosses approved this, so we know he's working alone."

"Whoa. Wait. I'm lost already. Sonny's file shows no record of a brother. And why you, specifically?"

"They're really step-brothers- that's when there wasn't any record. As for why me," he lowered his voice a bit, "I used to be fuck-buddies with J.J. before I met Sonny. Nothin' serious. It only lasted a few months."

"Why you? Why must you always be the one to get into all this trouble?"

"It's in my blood?" Danny tried. Mac smiled, barely. He moved closer.

"I gotta call Stella. It won't take her long to get here."

"I know. I'll go talk to Ms. Brody."

"Thanks, Danny." Mac gave him a light kiss and a look that said 'Don't try anything stupid.'

"You'll just owe me later."