Chapter 2

4 HOURS MISSING…

Martin slowly begins to regain consciousness. He moves his head ever so slightly and groans in pain; it is as if someone has taken a jackhammer to his head. Confusion and fear set in – where is he? The last thing he remembers was Dornvald hitting him over the head when he tried to help Danny. Fear grips him as he remembers Dornvald's men saying that Danny was probably dead because he was bleeding everywhere. "Danny!" Martin called out. He groans in pain as he moves his head and searches for Danny. "Danny, where are you!"

Suddenly, the lights in the room turn on and blind Martin momentarily. He squints in pain-it feels as though his eyes are being penetrated by hundreds of sharp knives.

Dornvald storms in and throws a bucket of ice cold water over Martin; he bites back a laugh as he watches Martin gasping and coughing as he tries to escape its bitter chill.

"Wake up you useless, fuckin' pig!" he yelled. He feels his blood boil when Martin ignores him. Balling his hand into a fist, he punches him in the face.

"You son of a bitch!" Martin groaned and spat up a little blood. He refuses to let Dornvald have the satisfaction of hearing him scream. He refuses to let Dornvald see how weak he is. "What the hell do you want!" Martin yelled, biting back tears as Dornvald punches him in the face again.

"You know what I want - I want Paige Hobson," Dornvald said in a cold and calm voice.

"That's never gonna happen. She's already gone," Martin replied confidently.

"You will tell me where she is," Dornvald demands.

"What makes you think I'm gonna tell you a goddamn thing?" Martin laughed – despite the situation.

"Because if you don't…" Dornvald said with an evil smile. He grabs Martin by the hair and forces him to look at him. "If you don't your partner dies! You choose…the girl…or your partner," he yelled.

"If you touch one hair on his body I'm gonna fuckin' kill you!" Martin yelled; his eyes wild with fright and rage. He felt his blood boil when Dornvald simply laughed at his threat.

8 HOURS MISSING…

Jack holds his head in his hands – his agents have been missing for eight hours. They haven't received a ransom demand and it was becoming increasingly unlikely that they would find Danny and Martin alive.

"Have you got anything yet?" he asked, exhaustion evident in his voice.

"No, I can't find anything," Sam said shaking her head.

The moment Sam said that, Jeff, an agent, walks up to them with the DNA reports of the blood found inside the car.

"Jack…" Jeff started in a shaky voice.

"What is it? Are those the results of the blood found in the car?" Jack asked nervously.

"Yeah…I'm really sorry, Jack…but the DNA results came back positive," Jeff said sadly.

"What!" Jack yelled; fear and anger laced into his voice. He rips the report right out of Jeff's hands and begins going over it.

"The blood in the car…is a." Jeff sighed deeply. "The blood is a positive match for Martin and Danny's blood and with the amount of blood…." He trailed off - unable to continue.

Jack runs a hand over his weary face as he tries to hold it together but tears escape his eyes and stream down his face. "Alright," he said clearing his throat. "We need to find Dornvald. If Martin and Danny are hurt we don't have much time. I want every available agent working on this." He watches in vague disbelief as everyone stands around staring at him. "Let's move!" he yelled.

12 HOURS MISSING…

Dornvald punches Martin in the face – whose face is already starting to swell up and is covered in blood.

"Where is Paige Hobson!" Dornvald yelled.

"I told you she's gone! You're never gonna get her!" Martin yelled spitting up blood.

Dornvald steps forward and gestures to one of his goons. He smiles evilly at Martin. "I guess you want to do things the hard way," he said as he throws a bucket of ice cold water over Martin. "Where is the girl?" he yelled. He glares at Martin when he chooses to ignore him. "Give me the cables," he yelled at his goons.

Martin can't help as his eyes go wild with fright as he sees the sparks from the jumper cables coming straight at him. He struggles to get free – but his hands are bound to the back of the chair. "No! You fuckin' bastard!" Martin screamed. He feels a cold sweat run down his face as Dornvald continues to approach him.

Dornvald grins evilly at Martin's fear; he places the jumper cables onto Martin's wet, bare chest.

"Aaaaaaaaagh!" Martin screamed.

"Tell me what I want to know and this will all end right now," Dornvald yelled, as he took the cables away for a few seconds.

"Go to hell!" Martin gasped in pain.

Dornvald laughs as Martin screams in pain when he shocks him again. "So you think you can handle the pain. We'll see about that," he growled. As soon as he says that, Dornvald lights up a cigar and burns Martin repeatedly across the torso, stomach and arms; Martin screams and gasps in agony from the unbearable pain. Dornvald gets angry as Martin continues to defy him despite the ongoing torture; anybody else would have already sung like a canary and told him what he wanted to know.

"I guess you need a little motivation to get you to talk. Bring him in," Dornvald said evilly. He orders his goons to bring in Danny. He laughs as his goons drag Danny by his arms and savagely throw him on the ground.

Martin's eyes go wild with fright as he sees Danny's body on the floor covered in dark red blood. "Danny! Danny answer me! Come on, man," Martin cried out; his voice breaking with emotion.

"Mar…tin?" Danny tried weakly.

"I'm here, brother," Martin said as he tried to hide the fear and emotion from his voice. "Don't worry, man, you're gonna be okay."

Dornvald delivers a kick to Danny's ribs, causing him to gasp and cry out in pain. He smirks and waits for Martin's reaction. He hoped that Jack Malone would know how much he was enjoying this.

"Danny, nooo," Martin screamed. "You son of a bitch! I'm gonna fuckin' kill you!" he added yelling at Dornvald.

Dornvald and his men grab Danny and viciously throw him onto a table that's in the room.

"I told you it was either him or the girl. You chose the girl; now he's going to die. But first we're gonna have some fun," Dornvald growled. He shoots Martin an evil smirk before he rips off Danny's shirt. Discovering the gunshot wounds to Danny's shoulder and stomach, he jabs his fingers into Danny's wounds and then afterwards pours salt into them.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaagh!" Danny screamed. He gasps as tears stream down his face. A welcoming darkness surrounds him; he doesn't fight it but instead allows it to engulf him.

"Daneeeee! Leave him alone! I'll tell you what you want; just…just leave him alone!" Martin screamed, as hot tears stream down his beaten and blood soaked face.

Dornvald smiles evilly at Martin and orders his goons to throw Danny to the floor. He then unbinds Martin's hands from his back and throws Martin to the floor.

Martin crawls toward Danny's unconscious body. "Danny! Danny, come on, bro!" he called out; his voice breaking with emotion. "Don't you die on me." He grabs a hold of Danny's body and holds him protectively against his chest. "Just keep fighting, Danny. You're gonna be okay," Martin cried as he puts his head on Danny's and begins to cry as he rocks back and forth.

"Aww now isn't this sweet; the two lovebirds holding each other," Dornvald said sarcastically, laughing as his goons laugh with him. He grabs a camera. "Say cheese, lovebirds," he laughs as he takes a picture of Martin and Danny beaten and covered in blood - Martin holding on to Danny's unconscious body.

16 HOURS MISSING…

Jack is sitting at his desk with his head in his hands when there is a knock at the door.

"Come in!" he said gruffly.

"Umm…Jack…this package just arrived for you," Jeff started nervously, holding a package in his hands.

Jack quickly rushes over to Jeff and takes the package from him. He carefully opens the package and begins to cautiously inspect the contents; finding them to be a videotape and a picture.

"Oh my God! Who the hell brought this here!" Jack blurted out, as his eyes widen in horror as the shocking image of Martin holding on to Danny's body appears on the picture. He feels as though all of the air has been sucked out of his lungs as he sees that both of his agents are completely covered in blood.

"It was delivered by a courier service. What's wrong, Jack? What is it?" Jeff replied nervously. He had to know what was happening but in all honesty he didn't want to know judging by his friend's reaction.

Jack ignores his query and quickly proceeds to put the tape into the VCR. To Jack's disgust, it is Dornvald who is on the tape.

"Jack Malone. By now, I'm sure that if you're watching this video, you've seen the wonderful picture of your agents bloodied and beaten. That is just a small taste of what will happen to them if my demands are not met. You have eight hours to give me $100 million and Paige Hobson. If you don't, your agents will pay for their intrusions and yours with their lives. You never should have meddled in my affairs; now your agents will pay the price," Dornvald said with a sadist smile. He looks at his watch and taps it. "Tick-tock. Time is running out. I'll contact you with further instructions on where to make the drop. If you try anything-if you try to track or even capture me I won't hesitate to kill your agents."

"When I get my fuckin hands on him, I'm gonna kill the son of a bitch, slowly, and he's gonna regret the day he ever messed with my agents! Nobody fucks with my team! Nobody!" Jack screamed.

"What do you want me do, Jack? Whatever you need - even if I have to make it look like an accident. We gotta get that fuckin' bastard. We gotta find Danny and Martin," Jeff said in a cold tone – ready do anything he could to help his friend.

"You can bet your ass that we're gonna get that bastard. Come with me," Jack yelled. He didn't care what people thought. He didn't care about his job – he just wanted his agents back – alive. He storms into the bullpen. "Alright, listen up! We just received a ransom video from Dornvald. He has Danny and Martin – by the look of things they do not have much time left! He said that we have eight hours to give him Paige Hobson and $100 million dollars or he's going to kill them." He paused briefly as he watched everyone's reactions. "He's not getting shit! We can find them but I'm gonna need everyone's help here," he continued. Watching everyone nod in agreement he began to issue orders.

"Sam?" Jack called.

"Yeah, Jack?" Sam replied anxiously – barely able to contain her emotions.

"Sam, I want you to track down the courier who brought the package and find out who sent it in. I want you to find out everything you can: name, description, when they sent it in. You know the drill. Go!" Jack ordered softly. He takes a deep breath as he tries to get a grip on his emotions.

"O-Okay, you got it, Jack," Sam stammered, as she quickly left the office.

"Jeff?" Jack called.

"Yeah, Jack. What do you want me to do?" Jeff replied.

"I want you check the envelope, the picture and the tape. See if you can lift any prints. If you get any prints run it through all the criminal databases; see if we get any hits. Got it?" Jack ordered.

"Yeah, Jack," Jeff replied quickly. He watches with concern as his friend sighs and runs his hands roughly through his hair. He puts a hand on Jack's shoulder. "We're gonna find them, Jack. I promise you that and when we do, Dornvald and anybody else who's working with him is gonna pay the ultimate price. They're gonna regret the day they ever messed with two of our best agents. I swear to you, Jack," he reassured.

Jack hates to be touched but at a time like this he is certainly glad that he has the support of his agents; especially a great agent and friend like Jeff Carmichael who he's known for 10 years now. He nods and finds a small smile for Jeff.

A huge thanks to fans1024. Also, a huge thanks to all of you who have R and R'd so far. Thanks for your support. Let me know if I should continue this fic.