A/N: I have to say, I was bummed by the lack of comments I got with the last chapter. If this story's not good, or boring could someone at least tell me? If so then this can be the last chapter. I'm working on a few other stories right now, a couple of which I'm having serious writer's block on. So if this should be one of them, I'd like to know. But I am having an interesting time with it, and I can keep it going better than the others.

I don't own these people. Dick Wolf does.

Captain Danny Ross looked around the crowded Emergency Room frantically. It had only been an hour since he heard about the bombing on his car radio. A few hours later, while he tried to get some paperwork done before the week started, he got a message from Eames's father saying that his daughter and her partner were in building.

"They have recovered everyone, dead or alive, from that building" The former cop sounded frantic, "Except Ally and Bobby."

Immediately, The captain left One PP and made a mad dash to the scene of the bomb. The building was luckily pretty far from the other buildings in the area, so it caused minimal damage to its surroundings. But all that was left of an over fifty year old structure was dust, rocks, and metal.

"Captain Grant!" Ross called as he approached the burly head-honcho of the Recovery Unit.

"Ross! What are you doing here?" Grant demanded looking up from his clipboard. "This is a secured area!" Danny nodded and held up his hands.

"I know! I know…but I needed to come down here and see for myself that my detectives were really missing." He said quietly, as he surveyed the disaster before him. Grant sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"The…The Chief of D's told us to focus on what caused the explosion…first and foremost. Then we'll be able to investigate their disappearance." He whispered. Ross rolled his eyes and nodded.

"I know you guys have bigger fish to fry…but can't you tell me something? Anything?" He pleaded. "They're my detectives Mitch. They're two of the damn best detectives in New York. And they're missing. Something needs to be done."

After a moment's hesitation, Grant relented. "All we know is, that three different hospitals sent out four ambulances each, and that only three ambulances were reported coming into Bellevue in Manhattan."

Danny scrutinized his brother in arms face for a moment. "You're telling me that someone hijacked an ambulance?" He demanded quietly. Mitch nodded and jerked his head towards a large truck to their right.

"They also suspect some men in biohazard uniforms who were hovering in the back alley with the buses. Those men weren't supposed to be anywhere NEAR the victims, and yet, there were some seen climbing in and out of one of the ambulances."

"Why weren't they reprimanded?"

"There was too much going on to worry about protocol." Grant shrugged, "Personally, I found it strange that there were biohazard teams here as early as they were. Those guys aren't usually allowed to sift around until we're able to remove everyone that we can."

Ross contemplated his words, before giving him a brief nod and shook his hand. "Thank you Captain. I appreciate this." With that, he turned and headed towards his car. Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed his third best detective. "Logan! I need to see you at One PP in a half-hour!"

IIII

My nose itches Alex thought to herself as she slowly approached consciousness. She went to scratch it, but was stunned when she realized she couldn't mover her arms…or her shoulders, or anything below her neck. Feeling a familiar panic coarse through her, she opened her eyes and looked around.

She was in the meat locker. She could feel an oxygen mask over her mouth, which brought her some form of comfort. At least they're not COMPLETELY primitave. She slowly sat her head up to see the man from before focusing on something on her torso. Confused, the small detective looked down, and what she saw made her begin to shriek in terror.

Her chest was cut wide open. Right below where her heart was, there was a gaping hole. This so-called doctor was mending the hole in her lung while she was awake. He was completely ignoring her screams as continued to cut into her.

Suddenly, she became aware of a small ache coursing up her legs and arms. She looked down to see sloppy stitches on her wrist and calve. She then began to feel pure agony in her abdomen and chest. He was operating on her without any form of medication, except for the drug that was preventing her from moving.

Help me Bobby…Please.

IIII

Pacing his small room frantically, Bobby could feel emotional pain coursing through him. He needed to see Alex. He needed to hold her, and know that she was okay. But he was locked in.

He could hear the faint sound of someone screaming on the other side of his wall. And the fact that it sounded feminine, terrified him to no end. "LET ME OUT!" He shouted banging on the door. "I feel FINE! Let me go! This is unlawful imprisonment!" The screams next store grew louder and louder.

"ALEX?!? CAN YOU HEAR ME SWEETHEART?" He yelled once more pressing his ear to the wall as he cried. "Baby…don't be scared…" He began to murmur as he sunk down to his knees.

IIII

After coming in and out of consciousness a few times, Alex looked down to see the doctor was finally sewing up her chest, and the oxygen mask was gone. Please let him be done…Please let him just leave me in an ally after this…

"Happy princess?" The man snarled hovering over her and stroking her sweaty, almost frozen, hair. "All fixed."

IIII

Goren was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a metal clanking coming from next door. Scrambling clumsily to his feet, he rushed to the door and peered out the small window near the top of it.

After a moment of shuffling coming from the hall, he saw something that shattered him to the core.

Alex, looking pale, feverish, and like she was in sheer agony, was sitting in a wheelchair being pushed by a man who nearly exceeded even his height. She was leaning forward and to the side, practically falling out of the chair. A nurse rushed forward and pushed her upright, eliciting a cry of pain from the small detective.

"ALEX!" Bobby screamed banging on the door once again. "TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF HER! ALEX!"

Eames turned her head weakly in his direction. He could see her blue lips forming his name. 'Bobby'. Goren smiled weakly and continued to bang.

"That's right sweetie! I'm right here!"

The doctor turned to glare through the window before continuing to push Alex down the hall and out of sight.

"NO!" The large detective roared slamming his hand into the window, effectively shattering the glass. "BRING HER BACK! DON'T DO THIS! LET…LET H-HER G-GO!" He began to break down as he sank back down to the floor.

What the hell did they do to her? Where are we? The same questions, along with a thousand new ones ran through his mind as he cried into his arms. He must've been sitting there for an hour or so before the door swung open nearly hitting him.

Goren climbed to his feet again, and stepped back when he saw the man who was pushing Alex in the wheelchair. "Who the hell a-are you?" Bobby choked backing further and further away. The man gave him a sour look, before turning and going back into the hallway.

"That's none of your concern Robert. Now follow me." Goren quickly dashed behind him in the hall in hopes of being able to jump him, find Alex, and get them the hell out of there. "How do you feel?"

The man's harsh voice distracted Bobby from his planning. "M-my head hurts…and my shoulder…B-but other than that I-I think I'm okay…" He murmured looking into the rooms as they passed them, searching for his partner.

"Do you feel any dizziness?"

"A-a little…B-but that's n-not that uncommon for a-a head injury…"

The doctor turned and glowered at him, but continued walking, "You think I don't know the symptoms of a head injury detective?"

"I was just saying…"

"Silence, you'll need your strength."

Goren went to retort, but thought better of it before closing his mouth. Finally they arrived at a door similar to his, only there were bars instead of a window at the top. The man turned and smirked at Bobby.

"Do you think you'll be able to behave in here?" He queried unlocking the door and letting it swing open. The large detective dithered before entering the room. But when he saw his partner lying on the bed in the corner, he rushed forward.

"Alex!" He gasped dropping to his knees by the bed and grabbing her hand. The small woman moaned and opened her eyes. Goren was devastated to see pain still filled her chocolate orbs, even after she just woke up.

"She's recovering from some tricky operations detective." The doctor growled from behind him. "You'll have to excuse her if she's a little less then receptive of your arrival." Goren turned and stared at the man in shock.

"Wh-what operations?" He demanded not letting go of Alex's hand. "Y-you cut her open? You bastard!" He went to stand up, but the doctor held up his hand to halt him.

"Another word and I'll put you in the other room again." He warned before give him one more glare and slamming the door shut.

Once they were alone, Bobby turned to his diminutive partner. "Alex? Honey? I need you to look at me." Eames whimpered and moved her head slightly towards him, but her eyes were staring right above his own. She was having trouble focusing. "Oh god…what did they do to you?" He choked holding her head between his hands.

She was freezing. Her skin was clammy, and her lips were tinted blue. Goren slid his hands down her shoulders, to grab her hands again, but stopped when she cried out in pain.

He looked down to see stitches marring her right wrist. They were swollen, and colorful, purple, red, and blue surrounded the thick threads. Skimming his eyes down he saw that her left leg was in the same condition. But what brought the most worry into his gut, were the stitches across her chest, just below her sports bra.

Letting out a strangled sob, Bobby leaned down and kissed his lover's forehead in desperation. Whispering it, more to himself rather than to her, he repeated his earlier question, "Oh god, what did they do to you?"

A/n: Okay, so unless I get some form of feedback, this could very well be the last chapter. I mean I could keep updating for my own enjoyment…But I write these for you guys, you know. If you can, give me SOME form of review to let me know people are reading. T'would be nice.

Love,

Laura