Story Title: Revenge

Chapter Title: Paint It Black

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Author: BlondeNeko (fanfiction) / Weisy (livejournal)

A/N: SORRY this took so long. ; I've been re-writing this chapter forever and plus I have school so it's all been very hectic. This chapter may be different (very) from the rest because I spent a lot of time on this one. Oh, I am writing more of "Don" then "Flack" for some odd reason and I just like the way it sounds. :D Also, this may seem very short and I apologize! I'm reviewing and still deciding what else to come for our fellow characters and I needed to get this main information done before anything else. Oh! And THANK YOU TO THE REVIEWS! Each review reminds me of this story and how I should get things into gear and write so thank you for those! They really do help! Oh, shouldn't keep you waiting. ;D

He vaguely heard the voices of humans behind him, vaguely heard his name being called, just only could hear the intimidating voice in his head repeat the same four words over and over again; it's all your fault.

Their voices blend into one, hollow, monotonic voice, ringing in his ears. He felt a hand, a comforting solace, fall onto his shoulder. Don doesn't know who the hand belongs to but it seems to be the only way of keeping him from falling out of reality.

In a way, the hand is keeping him here. It isn't going to let him drift away. It isn't going to let him shed any unwanted tears; it isn't going to let him fall apart. It's the glue that's holding him together.

One by one, the voices disperse, parts of sentences finally for, finally he hears his name again. It's soft but gentle enough to be heard.

"Don."

And when he turned, he finds his supervisor, his peacemaker, his glue; Mac Taylor. The man didn't need to show emotions when they weren't needed and Don mentally thanked himself for that. He didn't want the look of pity, didn't want the look of frustration. Just wanted to see a human face.

"It's my fault." Don said his voice hoarse and soft. He's afraid if he says anything more than the veil of bravery would fall and so would the tears of pain and guilt from the empty blue eyes.

Mac could only give a small, comforting smile and a shake of his head as he removed his hand from the Detective's shoulder.

But Don looked away, he couldn't face this man. Let alone, he couldn't even face the reflection in the mirror. This was his entire fault. All because he decided to check outside of the home leaving Aiden defenseless. He didn't do his job. Don had let the actions of the night before take complete control of his mind, completely forgetting about his duties as a homicide Detective.

Danny and Stella hurried into the home, both faces pale and brows furrowed. Danny's eyes were bright with fear, his hands curled tightly in a fist. To him, Aiden is like a sister and to her he is like a brother. Don had at first believed that the two of them were in denial of any romance building inside between the two but it all had changed with Danny told Don over drinks, (when both were drunk as hell), that Aiden had hooked him up with one of her close friends a couple weeks ago. The rest of that night with Danny had been a blur, except for one part. It was when Danny had done an imitation of Aiden (he couldn't exactly remember what) which made Don laugh so hard that he swore if he didn't have his hand covering his face, the beer would have sprayed out from his nose.

"What happened?" Stella asked, her face flushed, the curls in her hair more vibrant than ever before as she stared at him and Mac. Stella didn't waste time with getting down to business. Not ever.

And Don realized that he couldn't respond to that. How easy it had seemed before to come out and explain your mistake but when someone is kidnapped, and all fingers were pointing at him, he suddenly found that he couldn't speak. Don tried to open his mouth, tried everything he could to answer Stella's question, but nothing come out.

Nothing.

Danny stared at him, studied him, watched him. He was seeing the side of the man he thought he knew. Danny thought that Don would be able to hold his head up high, show them, prove to them that he was a man who is stronger than the pits of hell. Stronger than all of them combined. Danny just pushed his glasses farther on the his nose as he spoke, "don't worry. We'll get this figured out. We'll catch the bastard and save Aiden."

Don looked up, looked at Danny through the glassed lens and straight into his eyes. Somehow those words seemed to make Don see the small light at the end of the tunnel.

A small spark of hope.

Her body felt numb, her head felt like someone had taken a bat and cracked the back of her skull, her throat and mouth felt dry and she felt like if she tried to cry, no tears would be found.

She waited, waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness but it was no use. No matter how many times she blinked or opened her eyes wider, she could not make anything out in the darkness. She could hear voices but they sounded distant.

She tried to move her hands but found that they had been bounded by some itchy rope along with her ankles. The blood had dried across her face and she knew her bruises were bad as they rested all along her body.

What happened after she had hit the floor? What about Don? Where did he go? Why didn't he come and save her?

She tempted to swallow down the thought of Don leaving her to die as she rested her head back against the cold, hard wall. Her mind wandered back to him. Back to the night before she was kidnapped, back to when he told her he would be there for her. But as she closed her eyes and listened to the faint voices around her, Aiden couldn't help but feel a surge of betrayel inside as she realized that even if he did make that promise to her, irony was that he was nowhere to be found.

Betrayed.

TBC.