It had been a long day at work for Ismira Anderson. She had wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep. Instead, her hands were in zip ties behind her back, and her ankles were in similar restraints. Her headache and she was sure her waist-length, sunny blonde hair was caked in blood. They had pistol whipped her when she shouted, drawing the attention of at least two androids. If they didn't hear her, she was dead.

"Did we get the right one?" A male looked over his shoulder at her, his green eyes furious, sporting a darkening shiner. She had cracked him a good one on his nose before the other two had grabbed her from behind. His pale skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, his hands shaking on the steering wheel.

"I think so." This one was bald, his brown eyes cold, completely different from Connor. Even his brother, Niles, had warmer eyes than this man. "She is Anderson's wife, right?"

The driver nodded, turning back to the road. "If she wants to open her mouth, give her some of the Red, it'll shut her up."

Ismira kept quiet, despite the questions burning in her throat. She knew what Red Ice would do to her, how it would affect her mind, not to mention what she would do if she got high. She just hoped Gavin and Hank heard her…

"What the hell do you mean Izzy is in trouble?!" Niles rushed after Gavin. "She went home!"

"No," Hank snapped. "She called for help!" Hank was frantic; Connor was in a meeting with Stern in her office, and he was loathe to tell him he and Gavin let his wife get kidnapped while she was three months pregnant.

"Look, Izzy can take care of herself." Niles followed after his partner and his brother's best friend. "Hank, slow down!"

Hank burst into the parking garage, his eyes immediately scanning the cars. "Her car is still here." Hank approached the SUV, apprehensive to what he would find. He was about to look at the driver's side of the car, when he stepped on something. Looking down, he saw her keys, the house key covered in a splash of still warm blood. Her bent down to grab them when he saw her purse just under the car beside hers.

"Oh shit." Niles paled, but his eyes were riveted on the back window of the SUV. In red window paint, there was a message written: We have her. We will be in contact soon. "Connor is gonna flip."

They made their way quickly up to the bullpen, and rushed up to Captain Stern's office, the woman scowling darkly at them. "What are you three doing in my office," Stern snapped, her eyes heated.

"We have a… situation." Niles's eyes looked at Connor, and then to Captain Stern.

"What kind of situation, Detective?"

"Ismira was kidnapped." Hank gave Connor a grim look. "Gavin and I heard her call out for help, but when we got to the parking garage, they were gone."

Connor's eyes widened and he turned to gape at the Captain. His face paled, and his hands clenched on the chair's arm rests. "She was…" He gulped, the gold ring on his left hand dull.

They all jumped when Connor's phone blared. "Hello?" His voice was hollow.

"If you want to see your wife again, you will be at the docks in two hours. Alone. Or she dies. What with her pregnancy, you may want to listen to us." The line disconnected before Connor could get a word in edgewise.

Connor squeezes his phone, his knuckles white. His normally warm, kind brown eyes were cold and furious. He stood stiffly and Niles recognized the look their father got when he was angry and drunk. Connor was ready to kill to get his wife back. "Did you trace the call?" Connor whipped around to stare Hank and Gavin down with his cold eyes.

"Yes. The signal was moving however and the number is registered to a burner." Hank was concerned; he had never seen Connor his livid. He was so angry, his stress levels dropped to zero after it had jumped to 94.67% when they told him about Izzy.

"That means they are either going to continue to move or are still on their way to their final destination." Connor speared Gavin a look. "The security camera?"

"There was group of two males, Richard Blanche and George Nathaniels. They drove off in a black 2019 Chevrolet Express, registered to a Leean Franklin." Gavin's green gray eyes flicked between Hank and Connor before he finished. "You two arrested them both a year ago for possession of Red Ice with the intent to sell."

Hank knew that as soon as Gavin said the names. Connor cursed. "Captain I need to get out there and find my wife." His voice was firm and confident. Niles saw the Lieutenant his brother was before his son, Cole, had died. Connor had been 21 when the boy was born and he was the light of Connor's life. Connor would get his wife and unborn child; he would break if he didn't.

"Fine, but you aren't leading this. You are far too close to this case. Niles, you are too close as well, but you are the only other one I trust to get this done right." Amanda stood. "Connor, I know how scared you are. But you have to be patient and think clearly." She walked around and hugged the man. "Please bring out girl home."

Connor forgot that Amanda had babysat Ismira when she was a child. Amanda thought of his wife as her own daughter, especially since Ismira's parents died when she was 19. "I'll try." He patted her back. "One way or another."

Out in the bullpen, Niles immediately put an APB out on the van and notified all patrol cars to look for the perps and Ismira. "Please be advised: the perps have one of our own, Detective Ismira Anderson. She is pregnant, so if you see them, do not engage. Report back and just watch. We aren't risking her life."

Nearly 15 minutes later, the radio crackled to life. "Dispatch, this is patrol car 542. We have eyes on Blanche and Nathaniels. They have the Detective with them. She looks like she was injured but otherwise she's livid."

Connor shot up, and snatched the radio before Niles could. "Car 542: What is your 10-20?"

"We are at the Trenton Mclouth Steel Plant."

"10-4, 542." Connor slammed the radio on the charger. "ALLEN!"

Niles reached out and grabbed Connor's arm. "You need to calm down. Getting worked up will not help Izzy, Con."

Connor stared at Niles, his nostrils flared. "Those men said they would make me pay when they got out of prison. I never thought they would go after Izzy or even myself. I thought they weren't going to get out of prison after they killed a little girl in a car accident while they were high on Red Ice and drunk out of their minds." Connor's eyes glittered with tears and guilt. "This is my fault."

Allen walked up, his gear already on. "We're ready to roll. We've been waiting on the call. This isn't your fault, kid." Allen gripped Connor's shoulder. "We may not get along, but Ismira has been a good influence on you and is my sister. We'll get her back." They weren't really related, but they grew up together and were best friends, so it was close enough.

"Let's go get armed." Niles motioned for Connor to lead the way to the armory. "We'll join you in five. Keep the engines warm."

Donning the heavy Kevlar, Niles grabbing a rifle and an extra clip for his pistol, Connor with a shotgun, Hank and Gavin with AKs, they were ready. Connor was silent, his face hard. He was terrified of what they would find. He was eternally thankful the two men were high off their heads and didn't realize how careless they had been.

30 minutes later found them silently exiting the van and surrounding the warehouse. They had decided that they would survey the situation and, depending where the perps were, they would either storm the place or throw smoke bombs in and storm the place with the heat vision goggles.

Hank and Gavin scanned the old Steel Plant and found them on the bottom floor. "They are gathered around something, smoking. Izzy seems to be in the corner about 30 feet from them. We cannot detect any weapons on them," Hank transmitted the information to the ear pieces the officers carried.

"Get ready to move it, silent." Allen ordered. "Move."

Every step felt like an eternity to Connor. He was both so close and so far from the love of his life and his second child. He had to save them, to hold them again, to know they were safe.

As they got into position, they heard the perps speaking. What they said made Connor see red, but he held his position.

"We still have an hour… Want to have some fun with her?" Blanche turned to study Ismira, his pupils blown wide and the whites bloodshot. He was shaking and sweating, his movements jerky and twitchy. "She's pregnant anyways, so it doesn't matter if we come in her." He laughed, starting to move towards her.

"GO GO GO!" Allen's voice boomed, echoing in the empty plant, startling the men and Ismira. The officers rushed in, guns pointed at Blanche and Nathaniels. "GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES! HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!"

"Iz," Connor ran to his wife, dropping to his knees, cradling her bloody hair. "Thank God."

"Con, honey, I'm ok." She sounded weak. "Just cut these fucking zip ties, please. They are way too tight." Her hands were numb, but she could thankfully still move them. Hank approached and sliced through the thick plastic with the pocket knife Connor had given his for Christmas last year. "You heard me." She rubbed her wrists and smiled at Hank and Gavin when he approached.

She suddenly burst into tears, turning to Connor's chest and wrapped her arms around him. "You're safe, my love. You're ok." He kissed her hair, his eyes squeezed tight.

He took her home after the paramedics cleared her. Connor and his wife listened to the beating heart of their child while cuddling on the couch. It was then as he held his wife in his arms and heard the proof that their child was ok and alive, that he finally calmed down and relaxed.