A/N: I know its been like six months and I'm sorry but, my laptop broke, I was in and out of hospitals all summer and then school and just overall busyness (that looks like a fake word right but it's not. Who knew?). But hey theres an update now right?

Chapter 5

Previously:

"Well I guess they don't care too much about you boys. Do what you wish." he said with a wave of his hand. And stepped out the door. Suddenly the men along the wall advanced and Jay and Sean shared a look of terror. Both gulped and tried to protect their heads.

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Jay shielded his head and waited for the first blow. But it never came. Slowly he removed his arm from his face. As this was being done he looked around and found that 2 guys were standing at each of his wings and to his left there was a mirror image of the same thing except it was Roman who was surrounded and he was lying on the ground not sitting in a chair. Jay was puzzled by the men's reluctance to hit the policemen because their kidnappings had been -by the looks and pain of them- pretty brutal. The he heard it the faint, faint pleading. It seemed as though someone was begging the man to whom the voice belonged to for the men not to hurt Jay and Roman.

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"Please, please will you just, just don't hurt anyone. We both know you would be making a big mistake." Voight pleaded into the phone. Him, Antonio, and Mouse's efforts to call back the kidnappers had gone south but they had called him back, presumably to watch as they beat the officers senseless.

"We both know that I've already made the big mistake. So why not have a little fun, while we're at it?" The voice said maliciously.

"No, please you don't want to do it. There are things we can do. Just let them go and maybe you don't go away for life." Antonio took his turn to try and plead with the man.

"You, know what. I already went away for life but our Justice system obviously isn't too good at tracking down it's offenders right, You should know Mouse after all you are a killer aren't you?"

That was it Antonio couldn't stand the man making references about how people had killed for the country that this dirtbag had lived in. He was upset about how Jay and Mouse had given up so much, their friends, relatively lives, family. And a dirtbag was insulting them and thinking of them as below him. It made Antonio sick.

Mouse stared at the floor, sick to his stomach. The last time he had seen Jay that hurt, that obviously hurt was years and years ago.

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10 years ago

Once again Jay had gotten himself stuck. Jay didn't lead his unit but nearly did. Their Commander was rude and didn't seem to care about his men. Mouse was just a baby Ranger at that time and Jay didn't have to much more experience. Mouse had been on a recon mission when all of a sudden two men came out of nowhere. Both were wearing traditional Afghan garb and spoke spotty english with a heavy Dari accent. Using hand motions Mouse tried to communicate to them that he was an American soldier and to just go back to their villages. Unfortunately for him the men were not villagers as his original assumption had been. When the words "American Soldier" left Mouse's mouth he found himself smacked over the head with a metal object that he assumed was shrapnel from an IED or other war item.

Mouse came to in a dingy one room hut that probably belonged to someone in the nearby village. His ideas were confirmed when he saw an older man lying on the ground, with his eyes open and a bullet hole in his head. Slowly he looked around trying to keep his vision from blurring. He saw 2 men standing in the corner arguing Mouse was unsure what they were saying but he heard a quiet voice from the corner of the hut.

"Pst, pst Mouse, hey Mouse buddy." Mouse slowly turned his head too see the owner of the voice was Jay.

"Jay" Mouse said breathlessly and a bit too loudly. Immediately the quarreling men turned around and stared at him.

"Who….Who you speak?" One of the men asked obviously using what little English he knew while the other quickly swept the room looking for an intruder. Jay caught Mouse's eye and gave him a sorry look as he stepped out from his little corner and started to shoot at the men. They returned fire and soon the only sounds heard was the sound of Jay's M240 clicking because his magazine was empty.

Jay slowly made his way over and checked the pulse of both Afghan men before Mouse noticed that something was wrong. Looking closer he saw at least 4 bullet holes. 2 in his right leg, 1 in his shoulder and 1 in his abdomen.

As Jay got to Mouse he was moving very slowly. Cautiously Mouse tried to stand warding off the nausea that was surely coming. Mouse knew that he definitely had a concussion. As he got to Jay the soldier collapsed and Mouse hurriedly grabbed his radio and tried to call for help. Suddenly there was yelling outside. Someone was calling his name. "Mouse, mouse, mouse!"

Mouse looked around relived that what he had been seeing was his imagination. Then he saw the looks on Antonio and Voight's faces, and became not so happy. "Mouse what was that?!" Antonio asked in a hushed but hyper voice.

"Nothing Detective just uh….. reminiscing about time with the Rangers." Mouse quickly attempted to cover. Antonio just quietly smiled and reminded himself to ask Jay about that, before he caught himself and thought I'll definitely have to ask Jay, if I can get him back alive. Voight noticed both his detective and tech guys faces slowly shift into a daydream like state until he cleared his throat snapping Antonio to attention and making Mouse raise his arm in a half salute until he realized what he had mistakenly done.

A voice suddenly piped up "This was all great fun and all but now I have to go because while we were chatting my men accidentally finished off one of your men. Toodle-loo!"

Voight and Antonio swallowed as the man behind the voice deliberately showed them the scene on the other side of the camera. As he moved away, out of frame all three men on the other side nearly fell into tears. "Let's catch this psycho." Voight said with determination that all three men felt rock into their core. This man had killed someone close to them, one of their own. And he was definitely not getting away with it.

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Kim Burgess slowly became aware of her surroundings. She saw light beyond her eyelids but something was keeping her from opening them. There was a hand there, it was not hers she knew that for sure. Which left the mystery, whose was it? When her hearing kicked back in she could make out voices of the ringing in her left ear.

"Gosh Jim why did ya have to rub your hand all over her face, there's gotta be DNA all over it now." one of the unidentified people said.

"Well Alex I just hate it when their eyes are open ya know. Besides maybe the DNA will match you. Ya never know." The other who Kim assumed was Jim said.

"Jim just because we're twins doesn't mean the DNA will match." The man Kim assumed was called Alex said exasperated.

Mustering her strength Kim said in a hushed raspy voice "DNA does match with identical twins but not fraternal, however you do get a familial match. But as long as you haven't been arrested or assaulted your DNA probably isn't on file making a match impossible." She finished breathing heavily and able to see as the hand was frantically removed as she began to speak.

"See idiot your DNA will come up, we're identical." Jacob said happily.

"Well neither of us have been arrested or assaulted so our DNA isn't on file idiot" Alex stated triumphantly while whacking his brother in the arm.

"Wait. You're alive, You're actually alive, as in not dead, your heart is beating and your lungs are processing oxygen to send to your brain….." Jacob said suddenly recognizing that Kim had spoken.

"Yeah I am alive, where am I?" Kim asked cutting right to the chase, if these guys meant harm she wanted to know right that instant.

"Oh well, we found you by the river and we, uhhhhhh. Well we thought you were dead and well…" Alex stuttered.

"We didn't want them to use you for dissection. We thought a cop needed a proper burial." Jacob said sheepishly.

"What?!Dissection?!" Kim exclaimed.

"Yeah, some dude from the med school goes around collecting all the junkies bodies so the students can look for COD. Whatever that is?" Jacob answered Kim's question.

"COD…..Do you mean Cause of Death?" Kim questioned the young man.

"Yeah, it's not like anyone with eyes couldn't tell what they died of though, they're mostly all drug overdoses."

"Mostly…?"

"Some of them are questionable. Ya know, like they don't look like a druggie but there they are dead on the waterfront with that high expression on their face." Alex chimed in.

Kim wanted to know more but at that point she really didn't need him to go into detail for risk of her throwing up whatever she still had left in her. "Call the 21st" She mumbled to neither of the twins specifically before she felt the pull of darkness take hold and her last sound heard before she went out like a light was the unmistakable sound of a person tripping over multiple things, taking down a land with them, and then proceeding to fall on a pile of other things.

A/N: I hope you guys liked it. I'm just getting back into this story so it may seem out of place. I completely forgot where I was going with this story when my laptop broke because I didn't write it down like everything else I forget on a daily basis. But Happy New Year! I will have a chapter up next week and Please Review!