Disclaimer: You know who owns these characters? ME! I own them! They're mine and I play with them how I choose…

…Please don't sue me Mr. Wolf…'twas only a joke.

"Detective, what've you got?" Ross demanded approaching Logan's desk. Mike sighed as he hung up the phone.

"All that Bellevue could give me was that the tracker they had on the bus was damaged at the site. So they don't even know what direction it went in."

"Captain Ross!" A sharp voice barked from across the squad room. Ross looked up and groaned inwardly. A very anxious man in a sweatshirt and jeans was approaching them. He had scruffy hair, and the makings of a five-o-clock shadow on his cheeks.

The captain bit back a sigh and addressed him, "Mr. Eames, I told you we'd call you." He all but growled rubbing his forehead.

"I know captain, and I apologize. I know how hard you guys are working to find Alexandra and Robert, but I think I may have a lead." His eyes were shining with desperation and hope. Ross looked at Logan who scrutinized the ex-cop sympathetically and pulled out a pen and notepad.

"What've you got sir?" He asked gesturing towards the chair next to his desk. John sighed in relief and sat down. His large hands wrung around each other as he spoke.

"A man…A doctor…from Ally's childhood." He stuttered, "He was her pediatrician. Dr…Shuyler...S-H-U-Y-L-E-R…He had an office down near the World Trade Center…Nice guy…Loved my kids. Him and Alexandra really hit it off…" He swallowed and tried to smile but failed.

"When she was hardly two, Alex contracted a bad infection in her lungs…we had to take her to a specialist…She had pneumonia every winter, she was so weak. Finally Schuyler said he'd make house calls, because we were having trouble affording the specialist on my salary. He only charged us what we would normally have paid for him. We thought it was because he was just a nice guy who loved Ally…"

"But?" Logan prompted, already having a feeling as to where this was going. John sighed and looked at the floor in shame.

"We didn't know until…much later…that he was…he was touching her…and…and…. She was just a child. She was only five when it started. She didn't understand. When she was fifteen we were going to take her baby sister Mackenzie there, and she had a panic attack. She begged us not to take her to him. After she told us what he did…we tried to press charges. But it was too late. And since no one else had brought up a complaint, they just assumed it was nothing more than a corrupt cop trying to score more money from the government."

Ross sighed and nodded. "So the bastard got away with it." He muttered looking at Logan who was finishing up a note contemplatively.

"Has he had contact with Alex lately?" He asked looking up at the older man. John shook his head and rubbed his eye.

"No thank god. But…. he did stop Mackenzie on her way to class last week. He…he tried to get her to go with him…but she grew up in a family of cops so she knew better." He snorted a bit before continuing. "He did giver this though…" He pulled out two zip lock bags with an item in each. "She was wearing her gloves when he gave them to her, and she put them in a bag as soon as she got home, so there are no prints except his on there."

Mike smiled sympathetically at the man before taking the bags. Inside one was a picture. It was Alex and Bobby outside of what appeared to be a bar. He had his hands on her shoulders and she had her nose pressed up against his nose. The detective flipped it over to see in large black letters the word 'WHORE'.

"He knew about their relationship." Logan replied handing the bag to Ross before looking at the other bag. This one held a business card. On the front it read:

Arthur L. Shuyler

Pediatrician, M.D.

Next to his title was a picture. The man had a square face, piercing blue eyes and black hair styled into a crew cut. On the back was a phone number, and scribbled under it, 'Call me my sweet.'

"I know he has something to do with this." John insisted rubbing his forehead. "I don't know how…but it has to be him…" Ross nodded and placed a hand on the man's shoulder.

"It's definitely something we'll look into." He assured him with a soft smile. "But right now, we need you to go home, and wait for us to call you." John nodded and stood up slowly.

"Thank you captain, detective." He walked towards the elevator and turned around once more before leaving, "Please find them Danny…" He choked, and then he was gone.

IIII

The halls were eerily empty as Bobby rushed through them. Alex lay trembling in his arms as he made his way to the front doors. He could see the night sky outside as he got closer and closer. "Hold on sweetie, hold on."

He pushed through the heavy metal doors and nearly stumbled at the rush of cold air that hit him. Holding his partner closer to him, he let his eyes adjust to the dark before the fell upon an ambulance parked half-hazardly in a patch of grass to the right. He took a couple of cautious steps towards it, before realizing it was their best bet, and then began running towards it.

Opening the back first, he placed Alex on the cot in the back and made sure it was locked securely to the floor. "Sweetie, I'm going to strap you down alright?" He whispered pushing her bangs back off of her forehead. Eames nodded shakily and closed her eyes as he buckled her in. "Stay awake Alex, just a little longer!" He kissed her forehead before climbing into the front.

He almost laughed aloud when he saw the keys were still in the ignition. Saving me the trouble of hotwiring it. He thought with a small semblance of gratitude. He started up the bus and backed out away from the building that had been their hell for almost two days.

IIII

Logan sighed as he hung up his phone, "Falicci can't get away." He grumbled looking up at his captain, "She's on a cruise ship in the middle of the ocean, she won't be back for a couple of weeks…at least."

"Did you expect her to jet back here?" Ross muttered sitting down at the observation room table and looking at the picture again. "Did you…know…about them?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Mike said after a moment's hesitation, "I mean, they worked together through all hours of the night, they're on the same-weird-wavelength." Ross sighed.

"I always had a feeling…but I just kind of made it a don't ask don't tell situation." He admitted looking around to make sure no one was listening.

"That was probably for the better." Logan agreed taking a sip of his coffee and then opening a file. "Ah…I forgot to tell you, we got some surveillance photos from the gym." He handed the file to Ross.

The captain examined the black and white photos eagerly. The first few were of Goren and Eames in the gym, including a couple of them kissing and hugging. Ross coughed and shoved these particular photos towards Logan. And the last couple were of different areas of the building. "These are practically useless." He growled tossing them back down. "Their of the gym and the lobby before the explosion, there's nothing unusual, no one out of the ordinary. What's the point?"

Logan shrugged and continued to go through some of the gym's files. "None of this is useful." He agreed resting his head on his palm. "The only useful lead we have is Mr. Eames's…don't you think we should look into it?" Ross sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"I know…I know. I just feel that we should look into every possible lead we have. We can't only rely on a frantic father."

"A frantic father who's also a cop. A cop with reliable evidence that was handled as such. It deserves a shot." The detective countered standing up. "You look into what you want, I'm going to look into this Shuyler character."

Before he could leave the room, the captain's voice stopped him, "You'll need someone to work with Logan. I can't go out on the field with you and leave the squad room unsupervised."

"I have someone at the FBI offices in the Bronx I can call…they kind of owe me a favor." He gave him a smirk and headed towards his desk.

IIII

Goren grunted in frustration as they hit another dead end. They had been maneuvering through the thick woods for almost an hour, and all he had achieved was getting them thoroughly lost.

"Once again, I've proven to be a…a less than reliable d-driver." He tried to joke as he backed up into a clearing so he could turn around. He heard Alex grunt a reply as he pulled back onto a dirt path. "Want to sing a song to pass the time…Alex?" He heard her grunt again. "Stay awake you hear me? Sing baby!"

The sound of faint humming came from the back, telling Goren that she was alert enough to obey his order. Swallowing a bout of gratitude, the large detective began to hum along with her.

IIII

"So Mackenzie Eames is a junior at NYU, she's got the same Eames build, only she's not as 'vertically challenged' as Alex." Logan said as he put a picture of the youngest Eames girl up on the board next to all of the other Eames children, including nieces and nephews.

"How is all of this relevant detective?" Ross sighed. After sitting through a lecture on the entire Eames clan, his patience was wearing thin.

"Because captain," Logan all but growled, "The moment this Shuyler character came in contact with this family again, all of them became possible targets. Even the mother, especially the nieces, and MOST importantly Mackenzie. He already expressed interest in the girl by asking her to go with him, we need to watch after all of them."

"Detective, all I care about as of right now, is getting Goren and Eames back safely." Ross said standing up and walking out of the observation room. Logan rolled his eyes and turned back towards the 'family tree'.

"Excuse me," A soft but firm voice stopped the captain as he headed towards his office. He turned to see a woman with dark curly hair approaching him.

"May I help you?" He asked trying to keep his exhausted voice friendly.

"Yes, I'm looking for Mike Logan."

"Are you the officer from the FBI?"

"Yes, I was told by Logan that you guys needed help on the case."

Ross scrutinized her for a moment before leading her towards the room he'd just left. "Logan!" He barked pointing at the young woman. Mike looked up and smirked.

"Barek. Good to see ya. Pull up a seat." He said gesturing towards the table. Barek ignored the offer and made her way over to the board.

"Oh good, you're making a family diagram. That'll be an effective way of keeping up with them…" She continued to examine the progress he made. Neither of them noticed Ross rolling his eyes and leaving the room yet again.

IIII

Goren nearly jumped out of the ambulance in pure joy when they made it out of the woods onto a real road. There was still a half a tank of gas in the bus, so they had plenty of time to get to a safe location. "Alex! Keep singing!" He yelled for the eighth time in twenty minutes.

The small detectives weak humming started up again as Bobby drove as fast as he could down the long stretch of road.

IIII

"You needed to see me detective." Ross said as he wandered into the observation room. Logan held up a stack of papers triumphantly.

"There have been three buildings on the outskirts of the mountains rented out to a man by the name of Lewis Shuyler. We're taking a wild guess that Arthur L. Shuyler is using his middle name in hopes of evading the cops."

Ross took the papers from Logan and looked through them carefully. "There has to be something wrong with this guy if he can't come up with a better alias." He muttered. "I'll call the D.A and issue a search warrant on all three locations."

IIII

"B-Bobby…" Eames's weak voice called out as Goren reached another fork in the road.

"What is it honey?" Bobby cooed trying to conceal his frustration. He chose to go right, but pulled off to the side so he could get up and check on his partner. Heading to the back, he could see that her skin had become even paler, and that her lips were almost navy blue.

"I'm c-c-cold…" She choked her eyes welling up. Bobby began to search the cabin frantically. Finally after opening one of the top ones, he found a stack of dark-orange wool blankets. Pulling them out, the bumbling detective wrapped them around her small shaking form.

"Better?" He said sweetly kissing her forehead over and over. Alex nodded and relaxed back onto the cot. Bobby went to stand up, when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He heard Alex gasp his name right before he blacked out.

A/N: Okay so this is the most I can get into one chapter without making the story "choppy". I hope it's not too jumbled up. I didn't want to involve Mr. Eames too much in the investigation because I don't feel that a father should have to investigate what Alex and Bobby have been through. Barek is my best friend (figuratively speaking of course) and I wish that she never left. Because…that would've made life grand.