Mac and Stella reached the parking garage with weapons drawn. The security lights were on and they fell in harsh waves over the prone figure of a man on the ground.

Hawkes was kneeling over him with two fingers pressed to his neck and a grave expression twisting his face. The two CSIs wasted no time in making their way over to the body, scanning the area with their guns before kneeling down.

Stella cursed and met Hawkes' eyes.

Fearful she asked. "Is he…"

He shook his head in the negative.

"Just unconscious."

As if in confirmation Danny groaned and his eyes fluttered open. Hawkes had removed his broken glasses so the three people looking down on him were blurry. Disoriented, he stayed were he was for a few moments to gain his bearings and then suddenly shot up into a sitting position. He almost clocked Mac in the head.

"Lindsay, he's got Lindsay…we gotta stop him! He'll kill her, did ya hear what I said! He's gonna kill her!"

Mac placed a calming hand on Danny's shoulder and tried to get him to focus. His intense gaze bore into the younger man.

"Slow down Danny, who took her?"

Danny couldn't be calmed. He pushed Mac away so he could stand.

"Davis; he came outta nowhere; cold cocked me, grabbed Lindsay..."

He paused as a wave of nauseous over took him. He bent over, waiting for it to pass.

"I gotta get her back, Mac. I gotta…"

He threw up before he could finish, what was left of the burger he had for lunch splattered on the pavement.

Mac, Stella and Hawkes all jumped back to avoid getting sprayed. Curious and concerned Mac stepped forward, careful to avoid the vomit and forced Danny to look at him.

"Danny, take a deep breath. I need you to think and tell me everything you saw. I could mean the difference between getting her back or finding…"

Ice cold terror filled Danny's eyes. He didn't need his boss to finish that sentence because his own brain filled in the gap. It was the difference between finding the living, breathing, beautiful woman he had come to…

He couldn't complete that thought.

No way, no way in hell was that bastard Davis going to take her away from him. Danny pushed away, agitated and tried to concentrate. It had all happened so fast and it was fuzzy.

He wiped vomit off his mouth and stared at the ground.

"Let me think. We was walkin' to the elevator, talkin' and Davis comes at me outta no where and cocks me in the head…I think it was with a gun. I was outta it but I heard Lindsay scream, next thing I know I hear tires squealin."

Danny paused as a wave of vertigo hit him. He reached up and hissed in pain when his hand came in contact with the goose egg on his forehead. He tried to concentrate but it was hard…there was something there, something important.

Mac and Stella watched him, trying to be patient, but their bodies were tense and ready for action. Neither interrupted though, because they were afraid he would lose whatever it was he seemed to be trying to remember.

Danny was pacing and mumbling, unable to make the connection until his eyes landed on a spot of oil in the space across from his line of sight. His head shot up.

"It was the car, it sounded funny. It was beat all to hell and didn't have a muffler, and the smell, it was like burning oil. It was a late modeld dodge, brown with rust spots. It didn't have a plate."

Mac was on his cell phone in an instant calling in an APB on the dodge.

Hawkes walked over to the oil pile that had captured Danny's attention and knelt down.

"There is an awful lot of oil here, more so than what could be considered normal. This car's oil pan is leaking like a sieve."

Stella followed him over and her eyes drifted over the spot.

It's fresh too, doesn't look like he was here that long, maybe a couple of hours."

Danny ran a hand through his hair and glanced at his colleagues.

"I don't care how long he was here. All I care about is gettin' Lindsay back."

Stella looked up at him and paused. An instant later her eyes grew wide and she was looking at him like what she had just thought couldn't possible be true. Danny shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.

She frowned at him and walked back over to where Mac and he stood. She opened her mouth to say something, glanced and Mac and thought better of it.

"Let's get the surveillance tapes from down here, maybe they will tell us something."

Mac nodded and motioned for Hawkes to join them.

"Hawkes I want you to get a hold of Jessica Astor and find out if Davis' cellmate might have mentioned anything else. Danny, you're with Stella, go over the surveillance video and see if there is something there that might tell us something. Dispatch has already agreed to call me if we get any hits on the APB. The clock is ticking, people, let's move."

Stella nodded but Danny responded hysterically.

"That's it! You want me to go look at videos while this bastard has Lindsay. We should try his house or that school he worked at. We can't just sit here; we gotta do something, Mac we can't…"

Danny would have pushed past him in the direction the car had gone if the older man hadn't restrained him.

"Danny," he didn't respond; he just struggled harder. "Danny!" He stilled and focused on his boss.

"We don't know where he is taking her. We need more information and right now the tapes and his cellmate are our best options."

Danny seemed too deflated before his very eyes but he nodded. Mac eyed him concluding correctly that Danny's response was too intense for that of a concerned friend. He knew because this was how he had reacted when Claire…

Mac grasped the younger man's arm and forced him to look up.

"We'll get her back, Danny." The CSI nodded, numb, and followed Stella almost meekly towards the elevator.

Hawkes was still standing next to Mac and they watched him go.

"I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't of been here to witness it myself," Hawkes mumbled and Mac nodded grimly.

"Let's get to work."

Lindsay knew she should be frightened. She knew she should be worried about being alive to see tomorrow, knew that Davis had gone from sociopathic to psychotic, but she was so enraged that her anger was suppressing her fear. She was being dragged along by the S.O.B. and she couldn't even curse at him like she wanted to because he had gagged her. Her hands were also bound which made scratching his eyes out also out of the question.

It was too bad that looks really couldn't kill; otherwise Davis would be the devil's new plaything.

"You shouldn't have messed with me bitch. Now you're gonna pay. You're gonna pay real good," he mumbled and shoved her forward. Lindsay stumbled but caught her balance before she could hit the stone sidewalk.

She wasn't quite sure where they were. He had stashed her in the trunk on the way over and now they were on some seldom used nature path. She could see the tiny building they seemed seemed to be heading for in the distance, but she couldn't begin to guess where it was located.

Davis shoved her again and this time she fell. She cried out in pain and felt her jeans rip and the skin on her knee shred. The bastard grabbed her by her hair and yanked to her feet, causing her to cry out again.

Lindsay felt warm blood trickle down her calf, but she didn't give him the satisfaction of reacting.

"You and Romeo thought you were so fucking smart, but in the end you just weren't smart enough were you, you worthless cunt."

They had reached the small brick building and Davis fumbled for a key. Once he has it free he opened the door and pushed her inside. He followed and turned her to face him, ripping off her gage.

Lindsay spit in his face and Davis hauled his fist back, swung, and caught her across her cheekbone. Stars exploded behind her whiskey eyes and she went down.

"You filthy stinking slut," he screamed. He wiped her saliva off of his face in disgust.

"Better than a murdering bastard baby killer," she said. He kicked her in the side and she dropped into a fetal position clutching her ribs.

It occurred to her that it probably wasn't the best of ideas to go and antagonize him, but she had known the moment that he snatched her in the garage that he was going to kill her. She wasn't going to go down with out a fight.

An image of Danny flashed in her mind and her heart constricted in pain along with the thought that she might never see him again. Lindsay ruthlessly crushed that train of thought. She couldn't start thinking like that because the crippling terror she had pushed back was lapping at the edge of her mind. Is she let it overwhelm her then she would be useless.

She had to keep her wits about her; it was the only way she was going to survive.

Instead she let Danny's image fill her with hope and she let it give her strength. She was going to see him again. She wasn't going down like this, not at the hands of this piece of shit.

"Let's establish some rules, bitch. You don't get to talk cause I got the gun. If by some fucking miracle you get your hands on the gun then you can talk."

He kicked her again but Lindsay was able to absorb most of the the blow with her arms. It still hurt like a mother, but at least he didn't get another crack at her ribs.

"What do you think you're going to get out of doing this? I'm a cop. If you kill me there won't be a hole you can crawl into where they won't find you."

Davis pulled her up by her hair and dragged her to the corner of the room. Lindsay had to bit her lip to keep from crying out.

"It told you to shut the fuck up!" He screamed. "And who said anything about killin' ya. You're my insurance outta here. You're gonna get me a private plane to Mexico where I will send the rest of my time balancing senorita's on my balls on the beach and drinking tequila."

Lindsay glared at him with as much hate as she could muster, which was a lot.

"There is no way they are going to negotiate with you. You're going back to the little 8 by 10 cell and you are going to rot there."

Davis spat and hit her in the head with the butt of his gun. Lindsay fought to stay conscious but she couldn't do it. She blacked out.

"You know what bitch? You talk too much."