Okay a part of me just wants to post all the remaining chapters so that i get rid of them from my Docs file, but that would remove all elements of suspense and surprise. Luckily, there's not much more to go and hopefully within the next month or two I shall post the remaining chapters.

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SEVENTEEN

"The final, 3428 pages." Mac said as he entered the bullpen carrying a box.

"3428!?" Danny, Kelly and Michael exclaimed.

"Yes, that is the correct number and I'm not going to say it again for fear I'll pass out. I did some more hacking and I think I might have found a way that Malone contacted Rodriguez. Any way I still have about six computers I need to look over for Homeland Security, so I'll leave you too it." He said waving at them as he left.

"3428. That's impossible." Michael exclaimed walking up to the box.

"That would explain why it is now three hours after we first saw the files." Danny chuckled at Michael's appalled look.

"What came about of that warehouse?" Kelly asked.

"I'm glad you asked. After the VCU went through it, the place was sold and guess who bought it? Michael Malone." Danny said holding up the record of the transaction. "Michael is Jack's middle name, and there are a number of other properties he owns under that name." Danny smiled.

"So are we heading over there?" Kelly asked.

"I talked with Viv about it whilst you were getting a refill. We can't until we have decent man-power." Danny sighed walking over to the box and collecting another stack of paper.

"This is worse than paperwork." Michael moaned, taking his stack to the conference table." Danny and Kelly both laughed lightly at him.

"What's decent man-power?" Kelly asked.

"More than we currently have." Danny sighed.

Vivian was standing in her office looking out into the bullpen. The phone was still on hold with upstairs and had been like that for too long now.

"Thank you for holding, Paula Van Doren's office." A chirpy voice said.

"I need to speak with Ms Doren on a matter of urgency." Vivian rubbed her head.

"I'm sorry, but Ms Doren is currently in a meeting with the Deputy Director and won't be available for another hour." The chirpy voice responded. Vivian gritted her teeth.

"Well could you please put me through because I currently have two agents probably being seriously attacked right now and one of them happens to be the Deputy Director's son. I don't care if I intrude on their meeting." She shouted hoping to make her point.

"One moment please." The chirpy voice said again, putting Vivian back onto hold and forcing her to listen to a series of Christmas carols, where the choir singing them wasn't the best.

"I'm sorry but Ms Doren will not be able to take this call. I'm sorry." The chirpy voice said before hanging up.

Vivian slammed the phone down on her desk, before storming up to meet with Van Doren in person.

Danny looked up in time to see Vivian shaking her head and storming in the direction of the elevators. "Why are bureaucracies so hard to communicate with?" He sighed going back to the pages in front of him.

"Because if they were easy to communicate with then we wouldn't be paid as much." Kelly sighed, rubbing her eyes.

Martin once again woke up to darkness, this time remembering why. After the guy who kicked him had left, Jack had returned, and appeared keen to kill, knocking Martin unconscious. He was unaware how long he'd been out of it for but estimated a couple of hours.

He tried to listen for the sounds of screams, knowing that at least that way he knew she's be alive. The ongoing silence filled him with a cold fear. He watched as the door opened again, hearing the muffled whimpers made his fear decrease slightly.

The man placed a glass of water, just out of arms reach. "I'll tell you something, I'm going to make you a little deal." He said as Martin reached for the glass, not caring if it was poison, just needing something to make his throat not feel so dry.

"I don't care what you want me to do, just leave Sam and my family alone." He struggled to reach the glass, a part of him knowing that he couldn't reach it but still not caring.

"We'll let you go." He said simply.

"Even I know that nothing in this business is that easy." Martin mumbled, giving up.

"Suit yourself." The man said, punching Martin again and moving the glass further away from him.

Sam had stopped screaming whenever one of the men raped her. Instead she cried throughout the ordeal. She lay curled up in the fetal position, against the wall, the light turned off when a man she hadn't encountered entered the room. He walked up to her, dropping a razor beside her before walking out, this time leaving the light on.

She didn't bother looking at the blade, knowing she wasn't going to kill herself. 'If the want me to disappear they can do it themselves. Nothing can hurt me anymore." She thought to herself.

She didn't know how long she'd been awake, but knew that her energy had been sapped from the constant rapes and beatings. She felt her eyelids droop and quickly she was asleep.

"Sometimes I wonder." Vivian spat as she re-entered the bullpen.

"Well we have found three possible locations that they could be holding Martin and Samantha, each one looking promising and we're just waiting on the order." Danny sighed continuing on with his work.

"What else have you found?" Vivian sighed leaning over Martin's vacant desk.

"I just got something." Kelly said, straightening and double checking.

"What?" The group looked up at her hopeful.

"There was a case about three months ago. It was reported that the words 'See you in Reno J" were written on the body of a two month old baby. Check this out." The team stood and walked around looking at what she was looking at. "This is the property list for Julian Aitkin, a known associate of Rodriguez, but he lives in Miami and was imprisoned a week ago for Drug smuggling. He owns a warehouse downtown, which he named as a holding store for coke, amphetamines, heroin, you name it, he kept it all there. NYPD, on recommendation by MDPD looked into it and cleaned the place out.

"Now for some reason I was looking over the file from the NYPD," she rolled her chair back to her desk, grabbed a file and handed it to Danny, "and they reported that 'Reno' was written on the main door to the building. I think this is where they're holding them." She finished still standing looking at Danny.

"Luckily I just managed to organize extra men for such a thing. I'll let Van Doren know we need those numbers now. What's the address again?"