He couldnt give up. Not now. He was so close. If only the car would slow down just a little bit, he could catch up and pull Jordan into his arms and never let her go. But no. He had to give in and let her go without an escourt. Eventually, he gave up and stopped running. By the time he had made his way back to the curb, seven police officers were standing around, all waiting for the word from Woody on what to do. He acnodedgled none of them but pushed past them all and pulled his cellphone from out of his pocket, flipped it open, and dialed Garrets number.

"Macy." he answered. Woody was silent for a moment, contemplating exactly how to break the news to him.

"It's Woody." he started, trying to buy time before her had to tell him.

"Detective. How can I help you?" Garret asked, wondering what the purpose of the phone call was.

"I've ah...I've got some bad news." Woody said, beating around the bush.

"Just tell me Hoyt. I dont have time for your games." Garret impatiently said.

"It's Jordan. She's been...kidnapped." Woody said. It was the first time that Garret had heard fear in the young detectives voice. Garret stopped dead in his tracks. Whatever he had been expecting, it clearly was not this.

"Where are you Woody?" Garret asked, hoping into the elevator and pushing the down button before he had even been given an answer.

"Valehoe's Bar. Right out front. I'm calling the unit in charge of kidnap right now. Hurry here Garret," Woody hung up before the ME could say another word and called the kidnap until. Both Garret and the unit were there in record time. The man in charge of hostage negotiation, a stout man who looked as though he greatly enjoyed his scotch, walked over to Woody and pulled him over to a bench and sat him down.

"Ok Hoyt. Tell me what happened." he asked. Woody noticed that there was no sense of remorse in his voice, no words of consolation. It was a question, just a blunt question. Woody ran his fingers through his messy hair before talking.

"She arrived at the scene and came around back. She spent, ah, five minutes in the back before walking around the perimiter to look for anything suspicious." Woody started.

"Did she tell you she was going or did she just take off?" he intrupted.

Woody sighed, clearly annoyed with the man. "No she told me she was going. I offered to send an officer with her but she refused." he said simply.

"Ok...then...?" her persisted.

"I'm getting there. I was examining the body when she screamed my name. She started to say help but was cut off. I ran around to the front and saw her being pushed into the back of a car with a gun to her head. I ran after the car for a block and then gave up whe it was out of sight," Woody finished. It was clear to the man that this was chewing the detective apart, slowly and painfully.

"Detective Hoyt, we're gonna do everything we can to find her. You have my word." he said, finally finding words of encourament. Woody looked up into his face, finding no consolation whatsoever. "But you need to tell me about the vehicle she got into. Bescribe it the best you can."

Woody thought as hard as he could back to what had happened. In all honesty, he had been paying no attention at all to the car. His cop nature had gone out the window as he saw the terrified expression on her face. He had been staring intently into it, trying to find some trace of the brave, head-strong Jordan he knew. But he never found it. Only fear.

"Umm...It was a Ford, Taurus I think. Beige. Last letters of the licence plate were 4G5. Temporary tire on the rear right. I want an APB out on it right away." For someone whos cop instinct had gone out the window when he saw her, he sure remembered a lot.

"Hoyt, this isnt your case anymore. I make the decisions from here on." he said roughly. But he did comply. He walked away from Woody and place an APB out on the car. Not ten minutes later, Ron Walkers (the hostage negotiator) cellphone rang.

"Walker." he announced in that same rough voice. "Uh huh. Yes. I understand." he said into his phone. His face fell as he turned to Woody who was sitting with Garret on the bench. "They found the car." he said simply.

"Then where's Jordan? Did they find her?" Woody asked, jumping up from his seat.

"The car was abandoned only four blocks from here. Lets go Hoyt! What are you waiting for?" he barked. Without another second, Woody hopped up and ran to the car, Garret hot on his heels. The three of them got into the car and drove there as fast as they could to the empty parking lot where the car was spotted. When they got there, Woody ran over to the door of the car, put his sleeve over his hand, and pulled open the back door of the car. What he saw nearly made his heart stop. The backseat of the beige Ford Taurus with the temporary back right tire was covered with blood.