Catherine ran desperately across the arid terrain. She frantically searched for Lindsey and called her name. She could still see the headlights of the Denali. The entire ordeal was her worse nightmare.

When Lindsey was barely 5 years old, Catherine had to process a rape kit on a girl about her daughter's same age. As soon as she was done, Cath ran to see Lindsey. Every case involving a child tugged on Catherine's maternal emotions. She had once concluded, that she rather Lindsey died quick and painlessly than be tortured and tormented. Now Catherine wasn't so sure: Her heart ached tremendously for her little girl. So many thoughts flooded her mind.

Catherine didn't want her last words to her daughter to be in anger. Lindsey had been rebelling lately. She was seriously testing all the boundaries Catherine had set. Cath knew that the time she had spent as swing-shift supervisor put a tremendous strain on Lindsey. She could hardly see her daughter. Cath was riddled with guilt.

Lindsey had gotten used to the freedom she while Cath was on swing shift. She found it frustrating to have Catherine come home and baby her again. At least before, Warrick used to come around and lighten the mood every so often. But ever since the old team reunited, mom had been so sour and a drag to be around. It had been almost two months since Lindsey had seen Warrick.

Her mom told her that he had gotten married. Lindsey was sad that he didn't even invite them to the wedding, even though mom keeps saying it wasn't much of a wedding. Lindsey had felt that Warrick was close to her and her mom so it also saddened her that he never even introduced them to the girl he married. Lindsey didn't even know he was dating anyone and she couldn't tell from mom if she had known anything. Lindsey had hoped that Warrick and her mom would become more than friends. The whole situation was very disappointing. And she thought her mom felt the same way.

So Lindsey tried at first to make the best out of things with Mom. But an 11 year old can only take so much. Mom was a grump and Lindsey started to take her home frustrations to school with her. She got into some ugly altercations with other kids which escalated to ugly verbal exchanges with teachers. They were all cries for help. But no one was really listening. Lindsey thought things were really bad but nothing was compared to having some crazy man snatch her away.

Mom had always told her there were sick people in the world and Lindsey was terrified of what this man would do. But luckily she remembered what she had been told many times… Fight. –And that she did. Granted, she should've screamed at the house. Screamed or fought. But it didn't seem real at her house. However, something reminded her when the man pulled off the road.

She had an idea of what was coming and decided she would rather die than something ugly happen to her. Something ugly like she'd heard on the news… the ugly things that happened to girls who were kidnapped. Death seemed like a better substitute.

But Lindsey fought and won. Or did she? She had no idea where she was and was thoroughly terrified. She ran for what seemed an eternity and then panicked and ran back realizing she need to go back the way she came. Lindsey kept a death grip on the gun. –She wasn't going to chance a round 2 with her abductor…

Catherine's cell rang. She called one more time for Lindsey as she reached for her cell. Cath looked at the caller I.D. Warrick.

"Hey"

"Hey Cath. I got this bastard to talk. He says he never got to hurt Lindsey. She got the better of him. Fought him for the gun the minute he quit pointing it at her. She got the better of him Cath.I dont think he's lying. He's bleeding out, he probably thinks he's gonna die. So she's ok.Find her Cath! She's probably scared out of her mind, but he didn't touch her. She's not hurt Cath. Did you hear me? –She aint hurt," Warrick spoke excitedly into the phone.

The news made her heart soar. Cath answered him promptly.

"Oh Thank God! Thank you Warrick. God I cant thank you enough."

"Just call me the minute you find her. I'm waiting on the cavalry to get here then I'll come and join you. But Cath, call me if you find her. I'll come and swoop you both up. K?"

"Yeah, I'll call you. But don't take your eyes off that son-of-a-bitch. I don't want to chance him going anywhere. I'll call you as soon as I find her. Thank you Warrick"

With that, Catherine hung up. She was elated her little girl wasn't hurt. Adrenaline now joined the emotions that had swarmed Catherine's system. She was choked up, overwhelmed with the entire ordeal. The unknown was a terrible thing. With all that Cath had seen on the job, the unknown had been choking the life out of her. But she believed Warrick. He was so adamant; she could tell that he really believed what he was saying, not a feeble attempt to give her hope. Catherine called her daughter's name frantically.

"LINDSEY! LINDSEY!"

Her voice hoarse from the strain of use and strain of emotion. She was desperate to find her little girl. Catherine called once more when she heard a small voice tell her to stop. She flashed her light over and saw Lindsey. Cath ran frantically to her, so relieved. She focused her Lindsey's face, never seeing the gun. Catherine ran until a loud bang went off that stopped her dead in her tracks.