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Over the course of the night, John had really only managed to report her car missing. It hadn't taken long for him to run through the lot and see her car not there. That meant she hadn't been taken right away, or that whoever her captor was had taken her somewhere in her car. Either way, he could put an APB out on her car and hopefully it turned up something. He'd told Bo and Balsom that, in case they were faster than the APB.

"John?" he heard Bo's voice at his door and turned.

"Yeah?"

"I found her car at the hospital"

"the hospital?"

He nodded, "It sounds like she went to visit Asa" he said.

"And after?"

"No one knows" Bo said.

"Damn it" he said.

"You get anything from forensics about the picture?"

"nope" he said, "No prints, can't place the background, can't see the label on the needle"

"Damn" he said, and then looked at John, moving a pin to the hospital, and not taking his eyes off the map or her picture, "How you holding up?"

"I'm fine" he said, immediately.

"John" the tone in his friend's voice made him turn, "really"

"It's been 24 hours we've been looking" he said.

"yeah"

"24 more since" he paused, "since she stormed out and I didn't follow her"

"She's Natalie, John. You know as well as I do if she was storming out, you couldn't have stopped her. I bet she didn't want you to follow her. That's why she went to the hospital"

"Oh, I think she did" he said.

"What happened, anyway?"

John looked at his friend. He usually didn't ask questions about him and Natalie, and he knew Natalie preferred it that way. That way she got to keep her uncle and he got to keep his friend. That being said, he was pretty sure Bo was asking out of professional need, and he was pretty sure there was a good chance he and Bo weren't going to be friends after this anyway.

"Natalie wouldn't want me to-" he started, "but, um, she was mad that I worked through the night and, um, things escalated and I told her that nothing was more important than the case. She basically told me to go to hell and she left"

"That was the last thing you said?"

He nodded, his eyes going to her picture again.

"You must be beating yourself up"

"I –" he tried to take the emotion out of his voice, "I just got to find her"

"You will" he said, "and you know, she's Natalie, she can handle a lot"

"Not if she's drugged up" he said, his eyes going to the syringe in the picture again, "I told her this would be different, and, nothing changed. I got busy with a case and someone took her to get to me"

"We don't know that yet" he said, but John knew it was mostly for his benefit, "Do you think it's Truman?"

He looked up. That was exactly what he thought, but he didn't have any idea that he was right.

"I think it's gotta be, right?" he said.

"The notes do seem to be directed at you, and that's the biggest case you've worked on"

"And he has his things about your family"

"Lieutenant?" they heard, and they both looked up, "we got another note"

John basically snapped it out of the officer's hand.

She wasn't the one they were supposed to find.

"What?" he whispered, and then handed it to Bo.

Bo looked puzzled as well.

"This doesn't make any sense" John said, "It's not like the other notes"

"No" he said, "but I think you were on to something about the Buchanan family"

"What?"

"You didn't see the bottom" Bo said, "Ransom one million dollars and the BE jet"

"But she found you" John said.

"Maybe this guy doesn't know the whole story"

"Truman doesn't need the money"

"No, I guess not" he said.

"'the one they were supposed to find'? Bo, I don't - are there just random Buchanan's out there?"

Bo shook his head, "Anything is possible, honestly. Pa's had children show up before. But no one since Natalie-"

"So this guy, whoever it is, has something on my dad's case and is potentially a long lost Buchanan"

"Or" Bo said, "I guess it's possible word got out and someone's trying to make a quick mill"

John sighed, picked up the note, "I guess I'll ask forensics to work this up. Maybe something will show it's a different person, we can write it off as a fake" he said, bagging it.

"Do you think it's fake?" Bo asked.

"I don't know" John answered honestly, "I don't know what to think anymore"

"When was the last time you slept?"

John stopped at his office door, and turned back, "It doesn't matter"

"She wouldn't want you running yourself into the ground"

"No, she wouldn't" he said, "but I haven't slept without her in months, anyway" he said, "I'm going to look around the hospital"

"Why are you avoiding Michael? He's your little brother! He's so easy to get along with"

"That's your relationship with Mike" he said.

Natalie gave him that look. The look that said what he said wasn't enough. He rolled his eyes.

"Will you put your looks away and take your shot" he said.

She rolled her eyes and put her focus back on the table, "he was Michael's father, too, he deserves to know"

"I know that" he said, "but what am I going to say, 'I let the guy who shot at dad go, turns out he only kind of shot him'?"

"He'll understand" she said, "Police work is messy"

"It's not police work, its personal"

Natalie sighed when she missed her next shot.

"I know. You're doing everything you can. Michael knows that"

John lined up his shot. "I just want it all to be over"

"We all do" she said, and her eyes went to the door, seeing Claudia and Nash walk in, and she knew her feelings were not hidden on her face.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She simply nodded at the bar, where the two of them stood ordering drinks.

"Keep it cool"

"He kidnapped Jess"

"And she doesn't want to press charges, so what are you going to do?"

"How do you know that?"

"I listen on occasion" he teased, "your turn"

She lined up her shot, "Maybe you just want me to be nice to your other girlfriend"

"Natalie"

She moved to her next shot, "I mean, you didn't strike me as the type to be into the skinny blonde slut, obviously, I mean I look nothing like-"

He grabbed her wrist, stopped her from making another shot, "that's not my type" he whispered, "so far as I'm concerned, ain't another woman in this bar half as pretty as you"

He parked his car in the hospital lot. Memories like that really haunted him these last two days. How many other moments had he let pass by without telling her, making sure she heard what she deserved? And he'd told her this time would be different. She'd made him promise. She let him get away with murder for the sake of his case and he'd done so without looking back. She deserved so much better.

He found her car easily in the parking lot. It wasn't hard, considering it was bright red. He stood next to it for a moment. Her books were in the back, which probably meant she hadn't planned on staying long. Probably just to visit her grandfather and then head back to work. He played with his keys, toying between using her spare key to open the door and look around himself and leaving it uncontaminated for when he called CSI to look it over. He had a key, so it wouldn't have been breaking and entering, and his fingerprints were probably already in there anyway.

Screw it. He opened the door. He didn't adjust her driver seat knowing how mad she got when he did, so he kept the door open. He sat still in the driver seat for a moment. The car smelled like her, and he felt his pulse slow a little as a response, probably the first time he'd had a normal heart rate in two days. He saw her make up bag in the passenger seat. She'd been so mad, he wasn't surprised she packed up her things to stay the night elsewhere. He quickly poked in all the cubbies in the center console, finding nothing out of the ordinary.

He sighed, relocking the door and walking in. He placed the call to CSI to search her car, giving the location of it.

He didn't know where to go in the hospital, but he knew he had to look. He started walking aimlessly, ending up staring at Asa's door.

He wanted to go in, he wanted to ask the old man questions, see if she'd said anything that would give him any clue. But he knew Asa likely hadn't been awake when she'd gone to see him, and even if he was awake now, he hated cops and wouldn't answer any questions he had anyway. He'd leave that for Bo.

"Johnny?" he heard behind him.

"Hey Mike" he said.

"What are you doing here?"

"Work" he said, finally turning away from the door, "I got to keep-"

"I heard about Natalie. It's all over the news" he said, watching his brother's reaction, his eyes avoiding him at all costs, "Is it true?"

"Yeah" he answered simply.

"You okay?" Mike asked, but he already knew that was a dumb question.

"I'm fine" he answered, automatically.

"Really?"

"I'm getting real sick of people asking me that question" he snapped.

"Well, I don't believe you're fine. You weren't fine before this and she was what was keeping you sane"

"What do you want me to say, Mike? I don't have a lot of options. If I'm not fine, I have to step down, if I step down –"

"I get it" Mike said, "look, she's my friend, I want her found, too, I want you looking for her" he said, "What got you here?"

"Bo found her car in the lot, CSI is on it now, he thinks she might have gone to see Asa, I'm just trying to find –" he said, "anything" he knew he probably sounded desperate.

"John, I know how you feel about Natalie" he said, "this must be hard"

"You don't know the half of it" he muttered,

"What?"

"I think – I think she was kidnapped by someone who knows something about dad's case"

"To get you off the case?"

He nodded.

"I'm sorry, John"

He shook his head, "It doesn't matter right now, I just got to find her" he paused, "Hey, um, were you here the day before yesterday?"

"Yeah, day shift"

"Did you see her?"

"Sorry, Johnny, I didn't"

"Was Truman on that day?"

"Yeah I think he was"

John nodded, "He here now?"

"I'm not sure"

"Well, I know where I'm headed next" John said, taking off.