Story Title: Revenge

Chapter Title: Cling and Clatter

Author: Blondeneko (fanfic) / Weisy (livejournal)

Disclaimer: Same as usual.

A/N: Oh! Forgot to mention this in my last update (apologies!) but if you're an Aiden and Flack fan then go to the Yahoo Group; aiden-n-flack and join :D

He looked at his watch again and Stella took notice of it and sighed, "Flack, it's only been one minute. The machine can only go so fast." She told him as she sat in front of the computer running the print they found at Michelle's—or Aiden's crime scene through AFIS. Don had chosen to pace around the room while he waited. He wanted to catch this bastard, wanting to give him a couple of beatings (which he knew wouldn't happen but it was a nice thought) and lock him up in jail for the rest of his pathetic life.

"I know but that bastard has Aiden somewhere right now and God knows what he's doing to her!" He basically yelled as fellow co-workers in the hallway stopped short when they heard his voice.

Stella's eyes narrowed as she turned around in her seat to look at him. She knew he was right, hell, they all knew it but in order to make this successful they needed to relax and be calm and use their heads. "Flack, either stop yelling at me or go home and clear your head. You know as well as I that we're trying as hard as we can and that this takes time."

"We don't have time Stella."

"We'll make time."

Don stopped pacing and looked at her, his blue eyes shinning more violently then ever before. He wanted to believe Stella, he really did, but right now he couldn't. He had already made one mistake by not protecting Aiden at the crime scene and the least he could do was pull a 24/7 diet until they found her.

"Go home and get some rest. I'll call you if we get anything." She told him, her voice calm and relaxing as she smiled gently up at him.

He opened his mouth to reply with something along the lines of, "no, I have a job and if you're staying up then so am I" but he instead closed his mouth and simply nodded before grabbing his coat. There was no point in arguing. Stella would win anyway.

The letter sat on Mac Taylor's desk, three pairs of eyes stared down at it, reading it over and over again. Somehow it seemed as if they were in a game. Aiden, the hostage and them the cops trying to catch the bad guys.

"Who dropped it off?" Danny asked, his eyes scanning over the words as he shifted uncomfortable in his seat.

"Receptionist said the man looked Hispanic dressed casually. Nothing that made him stand out from the rest of the crowd."

Stella sighed irritably. "I'm going to go look at the video from the lobby then. See if his face rings any bells. I'll let you guys know if something comes up." She said as she quickly removed herself from her office leaving Danny and Mac back with the letter.

The letter read:

To the New York Crime Lab,

I sure hope you all are enjoying yourselves, I know I am! Just the other day I stumbled across a nice looking woman (her name is Aiden but I'm sure you all know that already. You smart cops! ) who seems to be mentally traumatized. How about physically? Oh, you see, I must not say. That is your job to find out.

And I'm sure you're all wondering what the point of this letter is? Well, most of it is because it's fun to do and secondly, I wanted to give you some evidence to help you along with your case. Go ahead and look farther down to see your surprise!

And at the bottom of the letter was a drop of blood which Mac immediately knew it must be Aiden's and so he sent a sample to DNA just incase.

"Sick bastard." Danny growled, tempted to light the damn note on fire but he knew that since it was evidence he couldn't exactly dump a whole gallon of kerosene on it and light it to hell.

"We'll catch him Danny," Mac said reassuringly as he bagged the note into one of the evidence bags he seemed to carry around. "I'll go and find out where this paper and ink came from."

Danny bit the inside of his cheek as he watched Mac leave the office and he then realized that he was left with nothing to do. He could of course go and follow Stella with her evidence but he knew that if you got to close to her when she was deep in thought, it was best to stay away. "Alright, I'll go check on Don." He said, mostly to himself as he removed himself from the seat and pulled his car keys out from his pocket.

Don was near his fourth bottle of beer when he suddenly heard a knock on his apartment door and his brows furrowed as he reached over and turned off the television with the remote. His gaze glanced over to his digital clock before back at the door. Who could possibly be knocking at his door at this hour?

Sighing, he peeled himself off from his couch and placed the bottle of beer on one of his side tables before shuffling his feet towards his door. "I'm comin'," he mumbled as he unlocked the door and pulled it open.

Danny Messer.

"You look fucked." Danny stated the obvious as Don shook his head and ran a hand through his dark hair.

"Thanks Messer but what the hell are you doing here?"

Danny smirked. "Just checkin' up on you. What? Friends can't do that?"

"Danny, listen, I know that you're being kind and all but I really think that the only friend I'll be staying around right now is that whole bunch of beer hibernating in my fridge."

"Oh? Now you're sharing."

"No way in hell. You grab your ass and get back to work."

"I'm not going anywhere except to your fridge. You never tell a man how much beer you own when you know how much of a stressful day at work he's had." Danny said, his lips curving into a smirk as he crossed his arms across his chest.

Don stared at him before stepping aside and sighing. "Do you know how badly I hate you right now?"

Danny smirked as he walked in and patted Don gently on the shoulder. "You love me and you can't deny that. Now, where is your fridge?"

TBC