A/N: I'm posting a day early this week because I'm having out-patient surgery on Friday when I normally post. So I'll be off line for a while. It's just exploratory because I've had some health issues recently. There may be some disruption in posting for Breaking Point and Chaos. I appreciate your patience. Thank you SWWoman for getting this to me so quickly. You're the best!

Breaking Point Chapter 11

Joss sat in the back of the black Crown Victoria Sedan looking out of the window at nothing but darkness. They hadn't made it back to the city yet so the lights were few and far between. It would be dawn in a few hours, and she contemplated her situation as she gazed out at nothing. She felt nothing. Other than disgust with herself for letting these idiots grab her before she could even draw her weapon, she was numb to everything around her.

Joss had been standing watch, leaning against the wall beside the window when she heard the explosion. She moved and took her position crouched low beneath the window sill, looking out for any intruders. She thought she heard a noise behind her and was about to turn when a man's large hand covered her mouth and an arm circled her waist, lifting her from the floor. Instinctively she threw all of her weight forward; throwing the man off balance, and making him loosen his grip. Joss's feet hit the ground and she rolled to a standing position in front of her attacker. Joss couldn't hide her surprise; it was the blonde gunman who was supposed to be handcuffed in the gym!

"You're a feisty kitty, aren't you?" He said with a lecherous grin. "I have to hand it to Donnelly; he sure has good taste when it comes to his pussy." His grin grew wider at her obvious distaste at his remark. "Too bad I don't get to sample the goods…." He trailed off as a thought occurred to him. "Come here sweetheart and give us a kiss." He said smoothly as he lunged for her.

While Blondie had kept her attention, his partner snuck up behind her, and for a second time Joss had a hand over her mouth and was lifted off her feet. She didn't have a chance against two very large men. They subdued her, took her gun, removed her earbud and opened the window, forcing her through where she came face to face with Nicholas Donnelly.

Donnelly didn't say a word to her, just nodded at Blondie who reached for the camera one of the other men had with him. He wrapped his arm around Joss, held the camera up, and took a picture of himself kissing Joss on the cheek. The camera spit out the photo and after it had developed, Blondie wrote something on it then went back inside, returning after a few minutes.

It was then Donnelly turned to face her, and without warning, hit her across the mouth with a backhanded fist.

Joss staggered backward but didn't fall. Righting herself, she looked at Donnelly fearlessly and said, "John's going to kill you." She spat blood on the concrete floor. "But before he does, you will beg for death." She said ominously, her dark brown eyes cold.

Donnelly hit her again, this time knocking her unconscious where she woke up in the backseat of his car.

"You know Joss, I didn't want to believe it when Kara told me you were still a cop. I had to check it out for myself, in fact. I was so….disappointed," his voice shook with anger and something else she didn't want to define when he finally spoke to her, "when I saw it there, in black and white, with my own eyes."

Joss looked at him showing no fear and shrugged her shoulder, then turned back to the window. "Somebody had to stop you from hurting women, Donnelly. It might as well be me." She said nonchalantly.

"Well, as it turns out, it's not going to be you after all, is it? You're going to regret what you've done Joss, believe me. I don't like being lied to." He said with the most evil smile she had ever seen on a man, and it made her shiver. "As for your boyfriend, I'm not too worried about him. I'm sure Kara will take very good care of him when she reads my message telling her where to find him." Donnelly chuckled at her devastated face.

Please, John, find me. She prayed silently, stealthily activating the tracker chip embedded in her wrist with the push of her thumb.

John walked pass them all heading for the common space to gather his gear. He had one thing on his mind and that was rescuing Joss and killing the bastards who took her….starting with that blonde guy. Donnelly would get his, of course, but Blondie had put his mouth on Joss and for that John would kill him with his bare hands. John's mind was in turmoil with images of what they would do to Joss once they reached their destination; images of what they could be doing now. He shook his head, purging the visions from his mind to concentrate on what he had to do. He could hear the others running to catch up with him, but, with his long strides, that wasn't easy.

He had already reached the door and walked in when he felt a hand on his arm. It was Shaw.

"Before you go all kamikaze and get yourself and Joss killed, why don't you slow down, think for a minute, and let us help you?" She said bluntly.

John looked down at her, she wasn't even as tall as Joss, but he'd bet she was lethal. Her dark eyes were cold steel and the grip she had on his arm was strong. He looked up as he heard the others arrive and Shaw let go of his arm as if she didn't want anyone to see her touching him.

"John, please….wait." Harold panted, out of breath from trying to catch up with him. John stood in the middle of the common space as everyone filed back into the room. Just then, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he hurried to pull it out. He pushed a button and to everyone's disbelief, he smiled.

"Good girl." He said softly as he looked at the phone. He could see her tracker blinking on his screen, telling him exactly where they were and where they were going. Obviously they were still in transit. Hopefully that meant that they hadn't harmed Joss yet. Looking back up at the group an evil grin turned up the corners of his lips and his eyes, if possible, grew even colder.

"What is it John? What is that?" Harold asked curiously. It had to have something to do with Joss for John to look like that.

"Joss and I had trackers embedded underneath the skin of our left wrists so if something happened to one of us, the other would be able to locate them. Joss just turned hers on which means I need to go. Now." He replied to Harold, walking over to get his rucksack, looking through it to see what he needed before he left.

Shaw sighed loudly but John ignored her. It was Harold who spoke though. "John, let us help you. We have skills and resources you can use. We can set up a plan instead of rushing in blindly." Harold said.

John spun around and was in Harold's face before Harold knew John had moved. "Joss doesn't have time for me to sit around and make Plans. She's in danger, Now. She could be…." John's voice broke and he turned away as he began to lose control, the images returning with a vengeance.

Once again John felt a hand on his arm, but this hand was gentle with understanding. He turned to look at Harold with unshed tears watering his eyes. "I can't lose her, Harold. I know I walked away, and I was a fool to do so, but I had already planned to apologize and beg her to forgive me. Now…." He trailed off as his control slipped a little more.

"John, we won't let you lose Joss." John turned then, and looked at Harold fully because he heard cold, hard conviction in the man's voice. Looking up, he scanned the face of each of them and they had the same conviction written on their faces. As he passed each one, they nodded as if to confirm what he saw.

"Why? Why are you so determined to help us?" John asked feeling confusion and hope at the same time. He didn't understand….any of it.

"Without taking the time now to explain everything, suffice it to say, it's what we do." Harold responded enigmatically.

John stared at Harold for a moment. He knew there was more to the story, and he also knew that Harold wanted to tell him but couldn't because of timing. Harold had planned on talking to him and Joss from the beginning, but because of his infantile behavior was unable to. Making up his mind, John nodded once at Harold and the group.

"Okay, I'll accept your help with one condition….I get Donnelly and Blondie." John said with a slight smirk.

Everyone seemed to sigh in relief and smiled slightly. Then Harold sobered and said, "Well then, let's get to work. John, may I see your phone? I want to take a look at that application you have to track Joss."

John handed Harold his phone and Harold looked at it, pushed a few buttons then set it on the table beside his keyboard. Harold sat down and started tapping keys, and within a few minutes Joss's tracking light with her coordinates was flashing on the screen.

"Did you just hack my phone?" John asked half amused and half disconcerted.

"Yes I did. Is that a problem, Mr. Reese?" Harold replied with a small smile.

"No Finch, it's not a problem." John answered, shaking his head still amused, less disconcerted.

"It looks like they're headed back to the city, still on the expressway." Harold mumbled to no one in particular. He then switched to another screen that displayed a list of addresses. "These are all the properties listed under Donnelly's name in and around the city. I found them while I was researching him earlier." Harold said, speaking louder so the group could hear him. They all gathered around him to see the information on the screen.

"We can rule out anything around the city since they are going toward the city itself." John observed.

"Yes, but that still leaves a good many properties for him to take her." Harold replied.

"He would want to take her somewhere that a large group wouldn't draw attention. I'm sure he will be expecting me, so he will have plenty of armed men around to protect him." John said as he swallowed hard. "He will also need privacy….for whatever he has planned for Joss." He finished grimly, his jaw clinched. Nobody said anything. There was nothing to say.

Harold switched back to Joss's tracker to get a better look at what direction they were going. It looked like they were in the city now. Harold tapped a few more keys and the screen zoomed in to bring up Joss's location and the surrounding streets.

"It looks like they are going north on Whitaker street…." Harold trailed off as he switched back to the list of addresses.

"There." John said, pointing out an address on the screen. "That's where he's taking her. We can't waste any more time, we need to move now." He commanded standing up straight from his bent position over Harold's shoulder.

Shaw looked at him steadily. "So what's the plan, Kamikaze? Just bust through the door, shoot up the place, and rescue the damsel in distress? You said yourself, Donnelly would be expecting you, and would have armed men surrounding the place. Remember your training soldier." She said with conviction and John heard her.

She was right. All he would do was get them all killed if he went off halfcocked. Without any expression, he nodded his head to a fellow soldier, thanking her for reminding him who he was and how high the stakes were. Shaw simply nodded back.

"Okay, let's make a plan. We have some mayhem to commit." John said and he thought he saw a small smile twitch on Shaw's lips.

Kara looked at the message on her phone and smiled. Finally, a break. She thought. Now all she had to do was get there before John ran off to rescue his girlfriend. Knowing John, he wouldn't waste any time getting to Joss and killing Donnelly. Kara had no doubt John would kill Donnelly. In a way, she felt sorry for the guy because she knew how lethal John could be, especially when he was angry.

Donnelly had been a good partner in crime and semi-decent in bed. Their taste for pain and pleasure during sex had been their connection. She had tried to introduce John to this more adventurous side of sex but he didn't want any part of it. Oh well, he was still a damn good fuck regardless. Just thinking about what he could do to her body made her wet and needy. It's too bad she had to kill him. Maybe she could talk him into one more time, for old times' sake. She smiled again.

Rising from her seat at the bar she made her way to the door. Time to get to work; there was no rest for the wicked. She slid into the seat of her car and then punched the coordinates into her GPS Donnelly had sent her. Traffic was light this time of night so she had no problem getting out of the parking lot onto the street and then onto the expressway.

Kara made plans in her head while she drove the forty-five minutes out of the city to the warehouse Donnelly had described in his text. She must be at the right place because there was a gaping hole in the side where Donnelly had set an explosion. Kara had parked her car on the street and walked down the long driveway, not wanting to alert anyone to her presence by driving up to the building.

Walking stealthily up to the building, she slipped inside the hole left by the explosion. She hugged the wall of the warehouse as she made her way to the enclosure at the far end. Once she reached the enclosure she stood up straight, no stealth needed. Donnelly had described cars parked outside, but there were none here, she had missed them. Dammit. Pulling out her phone she called Donnelly.

"Hey, I just thought you might want to know, he's on his way….yeah, I'm at the warehouse now and nobody's here so you can expect more people than just him….alright, I'm headed that way myself. I'll be there in less than an hour….don't kill him, he's mine….I might get some use out of him before I kill him." Kara disconnected and started walking back to her car.

What she didn't know was someone was there. Harold was no use in actual combat so he agreed to stay behind and monitor Joss's tracker and the coms. It's a good thing he did because he overheard everything Kara said.

Tapping his earbud he called John who picked up immediately.

"John, I just had a visitor….no, she didn't know I was here….yes, it was Kara….listen, she called Donnelly and told him you were on your way there….no, her tracker hasn't moved, she's still at the same address for now, if she starts moving I'll let you know….John, good luck." Harold disconnected laying his phone next to his keyboard. He looked at Joss's tracker again and realized it hadn't moved….at all. Not a single inch. Harold felt panic begin to rise up inside him.

It could mean anything. They may have her bound somewhere and she can't move or walk. Yes, that's it. No need to panic. If there's no need to panic, why do I feel like I'm suffocating? Harold thought with overwhelming dread…..

A/N: What's going on with Joss's tracker? Could be nothing...could be something...See you soon...