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"I think I've got something that could change that." Mac Taylor's words echoed through Sheldon Hawkes' mind. "Mac…" He paused to quell his excitement. "Are you saying that we may have found where Danny is?"

Mac grinned, which was answer enough. "Let me get the whole team in here, and then I'll tell everybody."

Hawkes nodded. This was going to be great if they could find Danny.

The rest of the team filed into the break room, wondering why their pagers all read 911. Even Flack was there.

"Mac, what's going on? Did you find something new?" Stella asked their boss. After being sent home an hour ago, Lindsay and Stella were both amazed when their pagers beeped at them, telling them to return to the lab.

"I think I may have found where Danny is." He let the information sink in, and all of a sudden there were so many sentences flying around the air at once that Mac only heard phrases of each.

"How did you…"

"What do you…"

"Really? This means…"

"You what?"

Mac held up his hand, signaling for quiet. "Yes, I did find something out that might lead us to Danny." He went on, explaining the information to his eager team. "I ran a search through the database that checked if Ian or Craig Diker had recently had a large amount of money come into their possession, or if they had purchased something large with their credit cards. Nothing came up. Then I decided to search a little broader. I figured that if Ian had rented a car, then he might have rented something else and not used his credit card."

Mac paused for dramatic effect. He knew that they all wanted to know where Danny was, but his flare for the dramatic was kicking in. "It turns out that the same day that Ian rented the car, Craig rented a warehouse in downtown Manhattan- the reason that we didn't catch it sooner is because he used a money order. It wasn't too expensive, and a money order was a logical way to pay. I believe this is where Danny might be."

Lindsay's smile stretched from ear to ear. They were going to find him! They were going to find Danny.

ac was still talking, but for the second time in two days, Lindsay wasn't listening. All she could think of was how she would get to see Danny again. Maybe she would be able to tell him that she loved him.

Mac was finishing his instructions. "We're going to head over there right now, and the SWAT team is meeting us there. We are going to get Danny back, and we are going to do it today."

They pulled up the warehouse, and Lindsay was disgusted. It was on a fishing wharf, and was a dirty gray color. The walls had other stains on them that came from rain, rust, and other weathering. All in all, the place looked like it could fall apart any second.

And then there was the smell. The overwhelming smell of fish made Lindsay want to puke. Fish bloods, fish guts, fish everything; basically, it stank.

The look and the smell was all that Lindsay could think about as she pulled on a Kevlar vest. Usually it would the NYPD that would break in, take care of the suspects and do the sweep through looking for anything important. But today, just because it was one of their own, the police were letting the entire team come in with them the first time through, making sure they got to Danny quicker.

There was an ambulance outside with all of the police cars, getting ready to transport Danny to the hospital…or the morgue, but Lindsay didn't want to think about that.

Finally, it was time. The SWAT team gave the all-clear signal, and they drew forward, guns drawn. There was a side door that they entered though, and when they kicked it down, they announced your presence. What Lindsay saw made her heart drop to the floor.

Danny was tied to what looked like a bar sticking out of the wall. He was hanging limply off of it, and she couldn't see if he was breathing. His glasses, amazingly enough, were still on his face, though cracked and twisted. His face was bloody and bruised, and his lip was swollen to an alarming size. His t-shirt was ripped, and through it, Lindsay could see a bone poking through his skin. He had obviously taken a beating.

But above all that, it was the sight of a man holding a gun to Danny's head that scared her the most. And it didn't look like he was afraid to use it.

The other man, the one with the hair, was now pointing the gun at the intruding SWAT team. "Put your weapons on the ground and step away from the hostage!" A man from the police force yelled.

The man gave a short bark of laughter. "You're too late! If you even try to shoot me, Craig will put a bullet into the head of your little friend here. So you all will put your guns on the ground and walk out of here like nothing happened."

Lindsay panicked. She didn't doubt that the threat would ring true. When they didn't put their guns down though, Craig turned around and said something to his brother that Lindsay couldn't hear. All of a sudden though, Craig pointed the gun instead to Danny's stomach and fired.

Danny felt extreme pain in his stomach, harsher than any before. I've been shot. The thought ran over and over in his mind. I'm going to die.

He couldn't believe that after everything he had been through, he was going to die now. He hadn't been really sure if he was delirious when he saw Lindsay, Mac, Stella, Hawkes, and Flack come through the door, guns in front of them. But then he knew that they were really there when he heard the man with the hair talk to them. He wasn't really sure of what they were saying because he was swimming in and out of consciousness. But then he heard what the man with the hair said to the bald man- the one with the gun to his head.

"Shoot him in the stomach. They aren't complying." And then the pain had hit him and darkness came at long last.

More shots were fired and soon both Ian and Craig Diker were dead, blood pooling out from multiple gun shots. After both had died, Lindsay and the others had run to Danny, untied him and had the medics come in. The crimson stains on his shirt made Lindsay's heart ache, especially since the blood wouldn't stop pouring out of the gaping wound in his stomach.

It was decided that Lindsay could ride with Danny in the ambulance, after much prodding on Stella's part. She held his hand the entire way to the hospital and didn't let go until they wheeled him out through the emergency room doors.

The team had gathered in the waiting room, doing exactly that: waiting. Finally, Lindsay could take it anymore. The silence, the worry, the waiting, the uncomfortable silence, just everything. So she stood up and left to get some coffee, not really caring if the others wanted her to stay.

The cafeteria wasn't that busy; mainly full of nurses on break and people like her that couldn't stand the waiting. She walked to the counter, ordered a coffee and listened in to the many conversations around her. Suddenly, she zoned in on one particular dialogue. A couple of nurses standing near her were talking about a patient that sounded just like Danny.

"…young blonde boy. I would imagine that he would be sweet and caring if I knew him in real life though." An older nurse was saying to her companion.

"Shame though, I don't think he's going to make it- so many broken bones, so many bruises. And his heart!" The young brunette nurse replied.

"What about his heart?"

"It stopped!"

"What?"

"I'm telling the truth! They had to restart his heartsomething likefour times, maybe more." The brunette shook her head. "It was horrible- the doctors aren't sure if he's going to make it."

Lindsay had heard enough. Fighting back tears, she left her coffee sitting on the table and went back to the waiting room with the rest of her team and didn't leave again until the doctor came out.

They waited for a long time. Finally, after many hours a doctor came out. "Mr. Taylor?" Mac nodded and waited for the doctor to continue. "I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting for so long. There were a few complications with the surgery that we didn't expect."

Mac tensed, suddenly worried. "Is Danny okay?"

"Mr. Messer is in the recovery room right now. He's doing much better than he was before. We had to repair his stomach lining where the bullet penetrated and there was heavy internal bleeding. If he was not brought here when he was, he would have been dead in a matter of minutes. He has four broken ribs, two of which punctured his lungs, also causing internal bleeding. One rib also poked through the skin and so we had to add some extra stitches. He has a concussion, which is part of the reason that he wasn't able to remain consciousness for very long. His collarbone is also fractured. He also has very severe bruising to mainly everywhere on his body. We also had to one screw in his collarbone to keep it together."

After processing this information for a minute, Hawkes spoke up. "What complications were there with the surgery, Dr…?"

"Dr. Ricks. When we were trying to control his internal bleeding near his stomach, an old wound opened up and started to bleed more. It seemed to be a stab wound. The bleeding was heavy and we had to give him three transfusions so he wouldn't bleed out. We also had a problem with his lungs- the bleeding and the whole in the lung caused him to…well, in simpler terms, he almost drowned. We had to restart his heart five times during the whole procedure, and at one point he did die, but we were able to bring him back."

Lindsay's mind reeled with all this information. He almost died. If we had gotten there any later, he would have died. All those injuries…how will he ever get better?

"Can we see him?" Lindsay realized that the small, scared, wavering voice was her own.

The doctor nodded. "He won't be awake, but I think that you could go in one at a time. We don't want to overwhelm him with people when he wakes up. I'll let you know if anything new happens." With that, Dr. Ricks walked away to talk to another family.

Mac looked around at the group of semi-relieved faces around him. He saw Flack, looking happy that his friend was found, but sad that he was so injured. He saw Stella, scared for Danny, scared because he was so hurt. He saw Hawkes- whose emotions were always so hard to read- whose faces showed exhaustion. And then there was Lindsay: scared, sad, excited, happy, uncertain, and everything else that came with someone who was concerned about a loved one. Because even Mac could see how they felt about each other.

"I'm going to go in first, and then Flack can come in, Stella, Hawkes, and then Lindsay."

Stella looked at Mac aghast. How could he do that to Lindsay? Suddenly it dawned on her that Mac wanted Lindsay to be with Danny when he woke up. Stella nodded and then Mac left, leaving the rest of the team to ponder their thoughts.

Mac sat by his employee's beside for only 10 minutes. As he left the room, Flack entered and he stopped the younger policeman by the door. "Don't stay too long right now, and if he wakes up, get Lindsay right away." Flack gave a knowing grin and entered the room where his best friend lay. After Flack left, Stella entered, and repeated what Mac had told him. In total, the others took only about 40 minutes with Danny before Lindsay was allowed to go in.

She entered the room cautiously, not wanting to wake Danny up before he needed to. Walking to the plastic chair that was beside his bed, she took his hand in hers, lightly tracing circles on his skin.

"Mmm…that tickles…" His voice was faint and hoarse, but he was awake.

"Danny?" Lindsay tried not to sound too excited, or speak too loudly- she was sure that his head hurt horribly.

"Montana…?" He trailed off when a horrible cough racked through his entire body. "What…what happened?"

She choked back a sob of happiness. "You were taken hostage by the brothers of a man that was convicted a month ago: Ryan Diker. His twin brothers Ian and Craig Diker decided that they needed to put you through the same pain that their brother went through. Your testimony was the one that swayed the jury, you know."

Danny nodded feebly. "I remember…" He stopped, and moaned as pain shot through his body. "Lindsay, I need to tell you something. All I could think—"

Danny stopped, and the steady beeping of his heart monitor suddenly turned erratic and fast. Doctors and nurses rushed in and Lindsay stepped back, the once happy atmosphere now hurried and frantic. Stethoscopes were pulled out, medicine inserted into his IV, and then he was wheeled out of the room, someone performing CPR as they went. Lindsay ran back out to the others, whose looks of confusion were evident.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know!" She stepped into Stella's hug. "All of a sudden, his heart when haywire and they wheeled him out!"

Stella patted her back, and they waited. Once again, they waited.

Well, there we go and I hope you like it. For all of you that are in love with Danny- including me- then don't worry! I promise not to kill Danny. :)

Please read and review, and constructive critism is always welcome!

Charlotte