Stockholm Syndrome
Sticking his head through another door, Jack felt the tension within him increase with every empty room he found. If anyone should have been taken, it should have been him. He was the squad leader, he could escape easily, locked doors not a problem for him. It shouldn't have been Syd, hell it shouldn't have been anyone, but Syd disappearing like that, right under their noses… it was more than personal and he wouldn't feel right until they had her back safely. It had taken long enough to find her as it was; without her morpher they'd had no way to locate her and they'd had to do things the old-fashioned way, the time-consuming, peace-of-mind-devouring long way.
Finally, about to give the wing of the damp building up as a lost cause and hope that one of the others found her, he stuck his head through the last door and felt all his tension shatter into pieces at the sight of one Sydney Drew, alive and, outwardly at least, well. He stepped through the door and pulled his communicator out, flipping it open. "Guys, I found her. You'll have to get in the old-fashioned way though."
"Is she alright?" came Sky's voice, concern evident in his tone and Jack flicked his eyes over Syd in another brief examination. So far she hadn't seemed to register his presence.
"Physically, yeah. I don't know about the rest. It's like she doesn't even know I'm here."
"We're on our way," Z said firmly and he almost pitied anyone that tried to get in her way.
He closed the communicator and slipped it back in its holder. "Syd? You okay?" Listless blue eyes turned to him and his chest tightened at the dullness evident there, so completely opposite to Syd's usual vivacity. A quick study of the room showed it to be empty of anything she could have used as a weapon to escape, even the furniture seemed to be plastic and other soft materials; nothing she could have absorbed the properties of to help her face off… whatever she'd had to face. The room was a trap. The perfect trap for someone with Syd's genetic mutation. Whoever was behind this had done their homework. "Syd?" he tried again when he got no response. "It's Jack. You're gonna be okay, we'll get you out of here, alright?"
"Where is he?" Syd's voice was rough, like she hadn't used it for a while.
"Not here. You don't have to worry about him anymore, Syd. We're not gonna let him anywhere near you."
He barely managed to dodge the punch aimed at his head, and he stared at her in shock as she tried again.
"Syd, what's the matter with you?"
"Bring him back!" she demanded. "I want to see him!"
"He's not here," he repeated, again ducking out of her way as she came after him. "Syd, stop it." When it became evident that she wasn't going to listen, he ended up wrapping himself around her, pinning her arms and trying to ignore the blows aimed at his stomach. It seemed like forever before she stopped, her body shuddering as he cradled her gently. Cautiously he lifted a hand to her head, brushing his fingers through untidy hair that Syd would normally throw a fit about. "You're going to be alright, Syd," he said quietly, placing a soft kiss into her hair. "You'll be alright."