AN: 62 reviews! Wow! Well, I thought that maybe I should clear up some of your questions:

(hifromME!) yes, usually a wedding band is on the left hand, however, you have to remember, she has a cast on her left arm and arm casts cover her hand. I'm sorry if I didn't stress that as much as I should :\

(Kerdiwen89) I thought of the title of your story when I wrote that part lol

Thank you everybody for all your wonderful comments! I really am sorry I can't get the chapters out as quickly as I would like, I try to do a chapter a week! I have little time for anything more. However, your comments truly are appreciated, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Lol, Woody is such a child.

You Really Need to Listen to Me

Woody's phone rang again, "Hoyt!" he exclaimed eagerly. Max, Garret and Nigel looked to his stern expression. He spoke in such limited conversation that they could not tell what the person on the line was saying. "Thank you," he ended snapping his phone shut.

Suddenly Woody let out a growl and a scream, attempting at breaking his phone in half in frustration. If the situation were not so serious, Nigel felt he might have laughed at the detective.

"What is it Woody?" Max asked exasperatedly.

"Well," he seethed, "I've just found a bit of information that I could have used a month ago. Mr. Jarvis Poltski changed his name to Mr. Jarvis Angler shortly after his double murder and Mr. Angler has been running circles around me for the past month, leaning on both names when opportunity suited him best." He sat on a stool, his head hanging down, his eyes scanning the floor. "I should have seen something like this, how was I so completely blind?"

"But how?"

"He found an identity on the Black Market. It must have previously belonged to somebody long dead."

"That's why he would disappear as soon as you received a tip."

"Exactly," Woody's downcast expression told the whole story. His guilt and shame was tearing him to bits like demons inside of him. His teeth clenched as he said, "Why didn't I see this? If I would have paid closer attention, Jordan would still be at home…"

"There's no sense eating yourself up inside, Woody." Max offered reassuringly, "Every cop makes a mistake once in a while."

Woody looked up to him with disdain, his eyes were liquid pools of blue blame "Yes, everybody makes mistakes, but when a homicide detective makes a mistake, people die. In this case, it just happens to be somebody close to me."

Max nearly snapped. "Well, in my day, we didn't mope around in self pity; after we made a mistake on a case, we'd go out and do something to fix it. My daughter is not dead yet, I know that much, and sulking around here will do nothing to help her situation." His face turned crimson with anger, "If you're going to give up so easily, I'll find her and bring her home myself. This old dog's got some tricks up his sleeve yet."

Max stormed out of the laboratory. Garret and Woody were about to follow him when Lily burst into the lab, tears preparing to stream down her face. She went straight to Garret, "I was just told about Jordan what's going on?" She was shaking, "I saw Max in the hallway, but he told me to come to you for the details!"

Garret sighed, "She's been kidnapped, Lily. We are going to get her right now."

"We? You mean, you're going?" She asked, her voice quavering; her lip slightly turned up.

"Yes, what's so wrong about that?"

"Well, I mean, Garret, you're no cop."

"Are you saying I can't do this?"

"I'm saying, I think that we only need to lose one medical examiner at a time," a logical expression replaced the almost faucet of tears. Her face showed enormous amounts of concern.

"She's not dead, Lily," Garret responded, his anger intensifying.

"I know she's not dead. Just leave the cop's job to the police," she pleaded.

"Why are you so concerned?" Garret exclaimed.

"Because I care enough about you to tell you when you are being irrational! Garret, you are never irrational, but this is completely insane!"

There was a moment of silence, Nigel watched the argument from the sidelines, and he glanced back down to the map to see if the signal had moved. I just hope he doesn't shut his cell phone off before they find him. He thought. He looked back up to Garret and Lily, The battle of the cosmos right there. Hey, where's our detective friend, Mr. Hoyt. He was right, without any of the three knowing, Woody had slipped away from the scene in pursuit of Max.

"Hey, Garret, it seems that the trio of heroes is down to two," Nigel offered.

"What?" His face turned a deep, angry, purple as he ran after Woody and Max, but it was too late. The hallway window showed what Garret had hoped he would not see, Woody's police cruiser peeling away from the curb with a silent squeal of rubber on pavement.

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Jordan's limbs were not tied in the car; instead, Angler used the masochistic device on her hand to keep her under control. Each time he used it the sensation was no less intense than the last. However, her hand eventually felt numb with pain and it shook uncontrollably.

"Sign it Jordan." He urged, holding a pen to her. He forced it into her shaking hand. "Sign it." His tone was gentle, as if he were urging a child to take its first steps. She refused and the familiar pain pricked her arm. With a sharp intake of breath, her muscles tensed, and she bit her lip.

"Don't you want to recognize our marriage? It's been the happiest day of my life." His tone dripped with lies and his smile was that of sarcasm reincarnate.

She forced down her bitter laugher as if it were bile. I knew marriage wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

"Sign it Jordan," he urged with more force now. The pen hung limply in her fingers, nearly dropping out of her hand altogether. With the pain, her hand clenched. She drew it closer to the ornate paper, the wedding certificate. She tore it in half.

The vein in his temple bulged. He said through a clenched jaw, "Don't worry, dear, I made more than one copy."

He forced another onto her lap but instead of letting her sign it herself, he held her arms and spat into her ear, "Sign it bitch, or I'll leave your dead corpse here."

Jordan was not sure where 'here' was. If she were to die at his hands, she would at least want to know that her body would be laid where somebody would find it, but on this deserted stretch of highway, she could not be sure of anybody passing by soon. She almost tore the sheet again, ready to withstand another bout of torture by her captor, but decided that his torture would quickly lead to something else. She subjugated and signed the flimsy sheet.

"Here." He handed the paper to the priest-coach-accomplice in the driver's seat. He took it, eyeing Jordan through the rear view mirror.

After setting the paper beside him in the front seat, he pulled the car over to the curb and shut off the lights. Jordan could see lights up ahead, like that of a town, the orange hue on a dark cloudy sky. The town was close, maybe a mile away, but for Jordan it was too far to go. The men got out of the car and locked her in, taking the keys and everything else out with them. They went to the trunk and Jordan's heart raced. She looked frantically around her for a way out of her mess. She tried getting her hand out of the pain-device but to no avail, she knew that as soon as she opened the door, Angler and his accomplice would be all over her like a rapist on his victim. She shuddered, Try not to think of things like that Jordan, and don't panic. You'll get out of this. You've been in worse scrapes than this. However, she could not think of one.

Angler opened the car door; he wore a backpack and hiking boots. His friend, with a wrench in his hand, opened the hood of the car, "Now, darling, we can begin our wonderful new life together. Get out of the car." He said, with an evil light in his eye, he forced her into the ditch.