I don't own them, but it's fun playing puppet master!

Judy sat outside in Bookers car, nervously watching the building, willing for some sign that her friends were all ok. She looked at the clock. They had only been gone 10 minutes. How was that possible. Tom had said to give them twenty minutes, but something about the silence surrounding the building made her extremely uneasy. Making up her mind she reached under the dashboard for Bookers phone and dialed the Chapel.

"Fuller" came the voice of her captain.

"Captain, we have a situation"

"What is it Hoffs?"

"Hanson and Penhall found Crane."

"Where?" he said urgently.

"The docks. It's an old storgage unit near the main street. They went in with Booker about ten minutes ago".

"Booker! What's he doing with them?"

"Doug and Hanson felt going through proceedure wasn't nearly fast enough"

Fuller smiled to himself, proud of his boys but feeling anxious,"Keep an eye on them Jude, and don't do anything until I get there."

"Hurry Captain, I've got a bad feeling about this. It all seems too easy."

"I'll be there, sit tight!" he said reasurringly before hanging up. She remained sat watching the building, her nerves becoming more stretched by the second. Then a noise from the back of the unit made her jump from her seat. Her heart sank and pulse raced as she watched seven men walking out the building, three large men carrying the still, inert forms of Tom Hanson, Doug Penhall and Dennis Booker slung over their shoulders across the empty lot to a van parked nearby, the one carrying Doug struggling under his considerable weight. Her head snapped to attention as she heard the familiar sound of Harry Ioki's voice dritfing across through the darkness, as he was led to the van at gunpoint demanding to know where they were being taken and that someone attend to the free flowing wound on the back of Hanson's head.

Imediately she reached once agian for Bookers mobile to inform Fuller of what was going down.

"I'm following them Captain."

"Don't let them out of your sight , keep me posted as to where they're headed and I'll follow with back up".

"Already there Captain." she said starting the engine, making sure the headlights were off.

"Oh and Judy, don't do anything until I get there. Understand"

"Sure thing Captain" she replied knowing full well she had no intention of just sitting back when her partners were in trouble.

When Tom came to he found himself in a small room surrounded by familiar figures. Doug was laying close by, a gash across his forehead and his hands bound behind his back. He showed distinct signs of having put up a fight. "Good old Doug" Tom thought as he noticed the handfull of hair still clutched in Penhall fingers. Dennis was huddled unconcious at the far end of the room. He too had his hands bound, infront this time, as their assailants obviously didn't see him as being as much of a threat as the larger Doug Penhall. Harry was sitting in the corner, his dark eyes looking over the other men in the room in turn. As he saw Tom's eyes were open he gave him a warm smile that seemed to say, "Gald you've come to join the fun" all animosity forgotten at their relief on seeing each other, so far reletively unharmed. Looking around it took Tom seconds to realise they had been moved. His eyes roamed the dark room, it was roughly the size of a shoe box he thought to himself as he looked around. The room was dusty, comlpetely bare and the only light came from a tiny window situated in the skylight of their makeshift cell, casting a pale wan light on the faces he saw.

"How you doing Iokage?" Tom said grinning, then grimmacing as he felt the pain in his head, curtousey of the same crowbar that did Booker. He put his hand to the back of his skull only to feel the sticky matted state of his blood soaked hair.

"Better now I've got company. You couldn't stand me having all the fun could you, Hanson? Maybe next time you could think up a better rescue, cos, you know I've had better." Harry answered with a half smile.

Tom answered this with his most charming smile. "Where are we?" he said his hand still pressed against the rising lump on his skull.

"I don't know. Couldn't see much from the back of a dark van." he said raising an eyebrow. Ignoring his sarcasm Tom made his way over to where his partner lay unconcious. Trying to stand he found the world spinning before his eyes and neausea rising in his stomach, so decided it would be better to crawl.

"Doug?" he said softly as he gently rolled his partner over. He moaned as Hanson got him on his side, the effects of the chloroform begining to wear off. "You ok man?"

"What happened?"

"Well you know I said nothing was gonna go wrong?"

"Yeah!"

"I lied!" he said, unable to stop a smile spreading over his face as his relief at hearing his friends voices overcame any anxiety for the moment. He began undoing Dougs restraints as Harry did the same for Booker.

"Tom, you look awful" Doug said looking into his pale face as he helped him to his feet, and examined the wide open wound on the back of his head.

"I'll be ok in a minute" he answered, still struggling to stand straight while keeping the neausea down. "How's Booker doing Harry?"

"He looks in bad shape guys!" Harry replied, concern evident in his heavily accented voice. They had noticed years ago that Harry Ioki sounded very vietnemeese when stressed. They often made jokes about this over the years but at the moment it didn't seem so funny.

"What happened?" Tom asked as he looked over at Dennis, reassured by his regular deep breathing.

"After they hit you over the head me and Booker tried to overpower them. Didn't work obviously!" Doug said as he lowered Tom to the foor so he could lean his back against the wall.

"Obviously" Tom said rolling his eyes.

"Old Dennis isn't much better than you in a fist fight"

"Hey!" Tom replied indignantly "They jumped me from behind!"

"Why do people always stick me in these damn tiny rooms with no windows" Doug said trying to keep up the good humored banter while the familiar feelings of the walls closing around him and the panic began rising. Tom, seeing the look in his partners eyes put his hands on both of Doug's shaky shoulders.

"How you doing?"

"I gotta get outta here Tom."

"It's ok. Look at me!" he said trying to draw Doug's attention. "Just talk to me man, try not to think about it."

"Some heroic resuce huh?". Tom smiled weakly at Doug's attempt to make light of the situation. "That really doesn't look too good." Doug said gently turning Tom's head slightly so he could see the deep gash in the back.

"Don't worry about me. Head wounds always look worse than they are." Tom replied, secretly relieved that Doug had focused his attention to something other than his phobia. "You don't look too good either." he finished pointing out the cut on Dougs forehead.

"Hey at least I was facing the guy.". Doug's smile vanished as he looked at Tom with distressed eyes. "I can't breathe" he said.

"Just take slow deep breaths."Tom told him, then as he saw Doug's eyes moving over the room he once again grabbed the larger mans shoulders. "Hey, look at me not over there. OK?"

They heard a moan from the corner of the room where Harry sat with Booker, who was begining to come round. He had a split lip, bloody nose and Harry would bet a years wages that his left eye would shortly turn from that lovely shade of red to purple.

"What's happening over there Harry?" Tom shouted,still maintaining eye contact with his paniced friend.

"He's starting to come to."

Hanson looked directly into Dougs eyes and said calmly but firmly, "I'm going over there to check on Dennis, I'll be back in a minute. Just keep taking deep breaths" then with a sly smile and a touch of mischief sparkling in his chocolate eyes said "Hey, try singing, it'll make you feel better and, who knows, within seconds Crane will probably throw you out himself."

Doug smiled weakly at him and nodded his head, still breathing so heavily it sounded to Tom like he was well on his way to hyperventilating. Hason slowly made his way over to Harry and Booker, his still throbbing head and the constantly moving floor slowing his progress, as well as the dry retching that was threatening with nearly every step. When he eventually made it to Harry's little corner of the room, he let himself fall heavily to the ground beside Booker and examined his injuries. Dennis' nose was a bloody mess but it didn't appear to be broken, the same couldn't be said for his left arm which was bent at an extremely awkward and unnatural angle. What concerned him further was the football sized lump that had formed on his forehead and the swelling around his left eye, he wouldn't even be able to open it if it got any bigger.

"Harry, I need you to deal with Booker. Doug's starting to lose it and I can't keep him calm and be over here at the same time."

"I can cope. Stop trying to do everything Tom, go see to Doug." Harry said kindly

"Hanson?" Dennis said suddenly

"Yep. Were all here?"

"What hit me?"

"A brick wall, pal!" he answered lightly."Here, put that to his nose, try to stop the bleeding." Tom said handing Harry the rag he had been using to keep his long bangs away from his eyes. "Sorry I don't have any ice Book" he said patting his shoulder. Then he said quietly to Harry "Keep him talking, that's a nasty bump, he may have concusion" before returning to Doug.

"How's he doing?" Penhall asked, his voice still shaking.

"He'll live."

"How the hell did he know we were coming?"

"I have no idea. But we'll have plenty of time to think about that once we're outta here." he said, his eyes scanning the dark room for any possible exit. "I can hardly see a thing. Hey Dennis you got a light?"

"Funny time to take up smoking Tommy!" came Bookers groggy reply.

"Listen, you got one or not?"

"Yeah, in my pocket."

"Harry! Can you get it?"

"Yeah, hang on." There was the sound of shuffling and groaning from Booker as Harry tried to manouver him without knocking his broken arm. Then came a frustrated curse from Harry.

"What's going on Iokage?" Tom yelled begining to get more impatient as Doug was becoming more distressed.

"I'm going as fast as I can". What little light had been pouring in the room had now disappeared as the moon was swallowed by clouds and none of them could see anything beyond their own noses.

"Tom? Where are you?" Came Dougs shaky voice through the darkness.

"Right here, man." he replied searching for his friend in the darkness to reasure him, finally finding him and putting an arm around his shoulders. "Don't worry, we'll be outta here soon." Just as Harry was finally able to wrestle the lighter from the pocket of Bookers jeans and get it lit the door to the small room was opened and bright light streamed into the room searing their eyes.

"Oh I wouldn't make any plans just yet gentlemen" Raymond Crane sneered as he stood in the doorway with his lackeys. "I have such a fun evening in store!"