Title: Revenge (Part 9)
Author: Jen – weisy (livejournal) privateradios (fanfiction) Yes, currently all my new fics are on that new Fanfiction username. The only reason why I'm still posting as Blondeneko is because this story is on this username. You can find all my new stories over on privateradios.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: They're answered with silence and Stella sent Mac another glance, this time filled fear.

A/N: Not really pleased with my writing in this chapter. :x Not sure why but I've been on this horrible writers block and my apologies if this chapter isn't what you're all hoping for. I'm not abandoning this story; I just don't know where to go with it.

They approached the door, bodies pressed to the wall on either side as glances are sent as their form of communication. Mac is in front of Danny, his hand resting on the butt of his gun, his eyes moving to Stella who is across the doorway. She returned the stare and Mac nodded, moving his free hand to the door before knocking.

"Mr. Spiel?"

They're answered with silence and Stella sent Mac another glance, this time filled with fear.

And so, Mac knocked again. "Mr. Spiel? NYPD. Open up."

Danny stood behind Mac, his body language showing that of a nervous and anxious man ready to head inside and save his friend. "Mac," he whispered, his eyes moved towards the door as he wetted his lips "c'mon. Let's just barge in. Aiden could be bleeding to death in there and we're out here playing hide and seek."

"Calm down Danny." Mac assured the younger detective as he took one step closer to the door. "Mr. Spiel?"

Silence answered them.

Danny growled as his grip on his gun tightened. All he wanted to do right now was barge in there and rescue Aiden. He didn't want to stay out here and play games with this guy but, he knew his words wouldn't change Mac's mind because unlike Danny himself, Mac knew what he was doing.

And then, before the three of them could react, the door flew open and gunshots began to erupt from inside the apartment. Bullets whizzed by Mac and (thanks to his training in the marines), Mac was able to peel himself quickly off the wall and return gun fire. He knew he should have at least took a quick chance to see who was firing but right now Aiden's life was on the line and time wasn't exactly on their side.

Following Mac, Stella and Danny quickly made their way inside, guns drawn, hearts pounding through chests.

And as Danny looked forward, the sight that was there in front of him made his mouth go dry and his heart stop. There was their shooter, Mr. Spiel, arm wrapped around Aiden's neck as his gun was pointed to the side of her head. Mac was a couple feet in front of him, gun lowering by the second as Stella's own grip on her gun tightened.

Aiden was a hostage at this moment and anything that didn't go as plan could end up with her dead.

"Mr. Spiel," Mac began, lowering his gun as he tried to work with the other man, "put the gun down."

"Never!" Mr. Spiel yelled as Aiden whimpered silently, his grip tight around her small frame.

Mac swallowed hard. "That's a cop you have there Mr. Spiel. If you kill her, you will be spending a whole lot more time in jail than you already are now." And at that being said, Mac took one cautious step forward. "Let her go."

Mr. Spiel began to shake, his fingers on the gun slipping as he glanced from Mac to Stella to Danny, his voice cracking as he spoke. "I can't let her go. C-can't." And to prove his point, he clicked the safety off and Danny saw the fear flash through Aiden's deep brown eyes.

Mr. Spiel wasn't joking.

And before Mac had the chance to say anything else, Stella fired from behind him and the bullet hit Mr. Spiel right in the chest, sending the man backwards as Aiden fell forwards, Danny bolting in between Mac and Stella to catch her.

"You all right?" Danny asked as he held securely onto Aiden, Mac and Stella heading for Mr. Spiel before the man could get up and attack. He brushed a strand of her brown hair away from her forehead as she looked up at him, nodding slowly.

"Yeah…" she wrapped her arms around Danny, the only thing that was really holding her together at that moment "…but I was so scared, Danny. So scared."

His features softened as he pulled her closer and closed his eyes. "You're all right Aid, you're safe."

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"Where is she?" Don Flack demanded as he stepped into the Hospital, his face full of emotion as Danny made his way over to the other man. "Where is she?" He asked again, this time looking at Danny.

"She's resting."

"Can I go see her? Is she all right? Did they catch the bastard? Did-"

"Don!" Danny interrupted, his eyes meeting the other man's, "everything is fine. You can go and see her if you want but the doctors said they're gonna have to keep here for a while. She wasn't really in the best condition. Said something about weak stomach and muscles. Seemed like the guy really had the worst in for her."

Flack didn't say anything. Instead, he brushed past Danny and made his way down the hall determined to find Aiden. He may have not been there when they rescued her but he was sure as hell going to be there when she woke up.

A part of him couldn't help but blame himself for her abuduction because if maybe he had just stayed with her, he could have arrested the guy before any damage could have taken place. He also felt angry at himself for not looking harder for her. Flack really believed if he had searched harder they would have found her quickier and she wouldn't have suffered as much as she did.

When he finally found her room, he slowly opened the door and pushed it open, his eyes landing on her fragile frame in front of him. He felt his heart drop as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Flack could hear the constant beeps of the machine as he moved closer to her bed, his eyes never leaving her. When he had made her way to the side of her bed, his hand reached out and grabbed hers and closed his eyes.

She was safe and here with him and that was all that Flack wanted.

He could feel unshed tears forming behind his eyes as he reopened them and looked down at her, her chest rising and falling to the pace of her heartbeat. "Hey…" he said softly, finding himself lost for words as he cautiously sat down on the bed not wanting to disturb or hurt her as he did so, "I've…I've missed you." And at that moment, Flack couldn't help but let the tears fall.

She was safe.

TBC