Doc waited till he was out of Sally's sight to punch the gas, his old racing engine still having some good get up and go. He slid to a stop atop the ridge overlooking the Butte, not sign of the red sports car. He drove down to the track, observing the ground. Tire tracks in all directions, he sighed heavily, he didn't know what he had hoped to find. His eyes then caught something, he looked closer. Treads, deep treads. He eyed the ground, following it as it tire treads lead up to the road and vanished. His fear had been confirmed. McQueen was kidnapped.

Doc raced back to town, he slide to a stop in front of Holley and Mater.

"You two with me now."

He led them into the clinic,

"Wait right here, do not move."

Doc angrily stared at them as he pulled out of the clinic and head for the Radiator Springs sign. McQueen was missing and he intended to find out why.

….

Holley looked at Mater who seemed unphased by Docs reactions.

"Um Mater, he seems really angry."

Mater looked at her with a shrug,

"Meh well, that's Doc."

Holley looked around the clinic again, she could hear the life support systems on Finn. Something was wrong and not just in the other room.

….

Doc pulled up on the sleeping Sherriff, the old police car seemed to have the ability to fall asleep anywhere, anytime. Doc smirked slightly as he nudged the car, heck the old cop had fallen asleep during a tune up one time.

"Sheriff"

Doc spoke, trying to wake him. The old car was out like a light. Doc backed up, the only thing that seemed to wake him was…Doc looked around him as he planted his tires and revved his engine loudly. Sherriff jumped; his siren chirped.

"What in the blue…Doc?"

Doc nodded his hood,

"I need you back in town stat, we have a situation."

Doc began to drive as Sheriff came up long side of him.

"What's wrong?"

Doc told him what had happened with Finn ending with,

"McQueen was kidnapped. Not sure when or even how or why."

Sheriff blinked as they drove, his radio crackled.

"Sheriff to Sergeant Stacy, come in Stacy."

The radio was silent for a moment before another voice answer.

"Sergeant Stacy, I read you."

Sheriff stopped pulling off the road as he spoke to the car.

"Stacy, I need an APB put out for Lightening McQueen, he's been taken. I also need a team out here in Radiator Springs. We don't have much to go on but maybe your boys could dig up something with all that fancy equipment they got. Copy?"

"I copy, I'll have a team out there within the hour. ABP will be posted within the next 30 mins."

"Thank you, Stacy, over and out."

Sheriff looked over at Doc, the old racecars face with filled with worry.

"Don't worry Doc, we'll get him back."

Doc nodded slowly, though at this point he wasn't convinced. He took Sheriff into his clinic as he demanded an explanation of everything from Mater and Holley.

"Tell me everything from beginning to end and not a single detail is to be left out."

Holley glanced up at Mater,

"Sir, I can't protocol states that…"

Doc inched forward his face close to hers, his eyes narrowed.

"I don't care what your protocol states, a car in there is dying and another one has been captured. Protocol or not you best talk."

….

Holley finished explaining Miles Axelrod, Allinol, and Zundapp. Doc and Sheriff were both thinking as a loud beeped outside caught their attention.

"Sheriff?"

Sheriff listened to his name being called,

"Sounds like Stacy."

Sheriff pulled out of the clinic coming to meet the car. The Chevy Tahoe smiled at him.

"Sherriff, I brought the boys. Now where did this carnapping take place?"

Sheriff looked behind her at the 7 other cops plus a large semi hauler with their equipment.

"Out near Willies Butte."

Doc was parked behind Sheriff and followed him when they made their way out to the Butte.

"As far as we know this is where he last was."

Stacy turned to her team.

"I want any and all information you can gather from this scene and Reeler…"

A young looking office pulled forward, a Dodge Charger.

"Yes Ma'am"

He pulled up, the other cops eyeing him.

"This is a crime scene not a stage so keep you theatrics to yourself got it."

Reeler twisted his face,

"I won't cause a problem."

He fell back into the formation with the others as they began looking. Stacy looked over to Sheriff.

"Young kid, fresh out of the academy."

Sheriff smiled,

"Weren't we all at one point?"

Stacy looked next to the old Mercury,

"Hudson Hornet, right?"

Doc looked over to her,

"That's my make and model."

Stacy smirked,

"I meant the…"

Doc just sighed,

"You can call me Doc, everyone else does."

Stacy nodded her hood.

"So, what's the motive here, do you know?"

Sheriff shook his head,

"Not sure, no ransom has been called so best we can figure is revenge."

Stacy cocked her eye up,

"Revenge? McQueen's got that kind of enemies out there?"

Doc shook his head, telling her all they knew from Holley and Mater. Stacy nodded,

"Yeah I remember reading that story on the news."

The sun was almost fully set behind the mesas now as the crew pulled out flood lights to work by. Nothing had been found except for track which lead to the road, the ones Doc already knew about.

Stacy pulled up from the track back up the ridge.

"My boys have found something."

She lead them back down,

"See there, those marks in the dirt.:

Doc and Sheriff leaned in.

"Drag marks, if McQueen was taken, he was drug and from where the track lead it would appear, he was then loaded on a Semi. Only problem is we don't know where or how or why. We have a feed set up to the nearest traffic cams scanning every truck that came from his area."

Doc was staring hard at the ground as Sheriff spoke up.

"Scanning them?"

Stacy nodded,

"Priors, records, names, heck the scans now days can even tell us when they left their last job site."

Sheriff nodded impressed; he noticed the void look on Docs face.

"Doc why don't you head back to town and get some rest. I'll stay out here the night."

Sheriffs face warned the old racer not to argue as he turned without another word and headed back to town. Stacy pulled up to Sheriff.

"He's really worried for this kid."

Sheriff chuckled,

"and to think a few years ago the kid could have fell off a cliff and he wouldn't have batted an eye."

Stacy sighed with a smile,

"I remember someone feeling that way about me once."

Sheriff looked over to her,

"And look how you turned out."

Stacy shrugged,

"I would be on the other end of the law if it wasn't for you."

Sheriff smiled,

"You father was a good friend of mine and a great cop; he saved my life. I owed it to him to make sure you stayed out of the prison cells and had a good life."

Stacy nodded,

"I guess I was a bit rebellious as a teen."

Sheriff raised his windshield,

"A bit? I wouldn't call street racing and drug dealing a bit."

Stacy looked over to him,

"Oh, come on Sheriff you never did anything rebellious as a kid?"

Sheriff shook his hood,

"nope."

Stacy twisted her face up in a knowing smile,

"You do remember that I was 14 when Daddy died, he told me stories about the two of you in school."

Sheriff eyed her playfully,

"Don't you have work to be doing?"

….

Doc slowly drove back to town, his body nearly touching the road as he drove up into the clinic. Finns condition had not changed or better or worse as he made a few adjustments for the night. Truth be told if he was a betting car, he would put money down that this British Aston Martin wouldn't make it by weeks end. Doc drove over to the corner of the room, he wiggled his body slightly as he got comfortable, his body sagged. He was exhausted, he felt hopeless. There was nothing he could do to get McQueen back…nothing.

….

McQueen fought sleep; he couldn't let himself fall into a venerable state. He listened trying to hear anything he could only to hear the whine of the planes engine. He twitched his front tire; no doubt the town had realized he was missing by now.

He felt the plane tip downward, they must be landing. He looked around the container, waiting anxiously as it moved again. He felt the container being lifted as the airbrakes of a semi sounded, he was tired of being trapped in this stale box he wanted out. He braced his front tires and began revving his engine loudly. He felt the truck and a hard right as a small panel on the side of the container opened.

"Bad choice racecar."

McQueen's tired eyes went wide as a smoke grenade was thrown at him, it bounced off his fender with a ding as the smoke released. McQueen couldn't cough through the covering over his mouth as he felt himself slip into unconsciousness.

A few hours later McQueen woke, he blinked slowly as his vision cleared. He was in a large glass cell of sorts, he looked around. Computer lite the dark room, lab equipment, and other devices were scattered around him. He moved forward, realizing his tires were free. He lifted his right front tire to bang on the glass.

"hey! Let me out!"

He called, his voice echoing back to him. A light flicked on causing McQueen to cringe from the brightness. He looked as multiple cars piled into the room.

"Velome. Now ve have important business to discuss. Finn McMissile has been presumet deat as no vone has heardt from him. My broder still remains in prison, your boss, zhe future of our kindt. Now, Ve have taken Lightening McQveen, the police are confused as to vhy. He is but zhe first. Now zhat we have zhere attentions. It is time to make our move, If McMissile is truly deadt. Zhen we must get out message to zhem again. Zhese two cars…"

McQueen watched as Holley and Maters images appeared on the screen. His eyes went wide.

"…are zhe only two cars who can free my broder. And zhey vill do so or begin loosing more of their friends zhen just him."

All eyes turned to McQueen,

"Besides, zhis car avoided death from my broder. I think it is only polite to allow my broder the opportunity to kill him."

The other cars laughed and cheered as the speech ended and the mumbling began. McQueen backed into the dark corner of the cell. He was only the first? What was that supposed to mean?

….

Doc stretch as he woke, a shiver running through his systems as he yawned. Finn was still alive?

"huh"

Doc hmphed to himself, surprised at the Martins resilience. His quiet morning routine was disrupted as Stacy flew through the doors.

"Sheriff is gone!"

….

The Previous Night:

Sheriff called it a night for himself and the others, no sense in hunting for invisible clues in the dark. He had bid them all goodnight as he headed back out to his sign, when the sky was clear, and the weather was warm it was the best place for sleep. He pulled in next to the dimly lit signed, his body sagging as his eyes began to fall shut.

Sheriff hood jerked up, he thought he heard something. He crept slowly out from behind the sign looking up and down the road to find nothing. He started to back up when he felt his body surge with electricity, he yelped as the current took him out.

….

Doc was stunned,

"Sheriff? Are tou sure he isn't sleeping somewhere?"

Stacy nodded,

"I tried to radio him and got no response, when looking for him and couldn't find him. I found this out near your towns sign."

Doc gasped slightly,

"Sheriffs radio antenna?"

Stacy nodded,

"I think…he's been taken too."