Mac sat at his desk in his office. Lindsay's emergency contact information sheet was in front of him. He'd been delaying the call all day, but he decided it was best to call. Mac picked up his phone and dialed the number of Lindsay's parents. He checked his watching, making sure he wasn't calling at an inappropriate time for them. The phone gave a dial tone and processed the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Gregory and Andrea Monroe?" Mac asked.

"Yes it is. May I ask who this is calling?" Mac assumed it was Lindsay's mother.

"This is Detective Mac Taylor of the New York Crime Lab." Mac answered.

"Detective Taylor! Oh yes, Lindsay's mention you several times." Andrea said.

Mac felt his chest ach hear the words. "Mrs. Monroe, I'm calling regarding some…upsetting new…about Lindsay."

There was a pause on the other end. "Is…is Lindsay…is she dead?"

"Truthfully Ma'am, I don't know." Mac answered.

"Why don't you know? What's happened? Where's Lindsay?" Andrea cried.

"Again Mrs. Monroe, I don't know where Lindsay is. I have reason to believe that Lindsay has been abducted, but my team and I are doing everything in our power to find her Mrs. Monroe." Mac explained.

"Oh my god. Greg! Greg, get in here!" Mac could hear Lindsay's father enter the room. Andrea briefly explained the situation. The phone shifted into Gregory's hand.

"Detective Taylor, this is Gregory Monroe. I want to know if you can find my little girl"

"Mr. Monroe, I promise you that neither my team, nor I will rest ,until we've found Lindsay." Mac answered.

"I guess that's all we can ask for. Thank you for telling us Detective Taylor." Greg said. And the call ended.

Mac dropped the phone from his ear and slowly placed it back on the receiver. He leaned forward, placing his forehead in his palm. A small tap came from his door, causing Mac to lift his head. Stella entered the office holding the test results in her hand.

"What did you find?" Mac asked.

"The water tested positive for Rohpynol. And the concentration of it was enough to take down a grown male, let alone someone Lindsay's size. Lindsay probably had thirty seconds to a minute before she collapsed." Stella said.

"Which explains why he could easily take Lindsay from her apartment, without disturbing anything. What about the box?" Mac continued.

Stella smirked, "Hannah Maison's murder weapon. The killer sent it to Lindsay."

"But why wouldn't he take it when he took Lindsay?" Mac asked.

"Because he didn't know where it was. The glove we pulled from the scene, came from Lindsay." Stella finished.

"Lindsay left us a trail to follow. Get that necklace printed and run the results through AFIS." Mac ordered.

"Already did. It came back to a Brenan Hudson. And get this, Mr. Hudson worked as a security guard for Novica Jewelers, Skylight Research Facility, a minimum-security penitentiary, and he started as a New York cop. He had access to everything he needed to put his plan into action." Stella explained.

Brenan Hudson. This was the man for sure. He fit every category in this case, but one. "But what's the motive? Why Dina? Why Hannah? Why Lindsay? What do these women have in common?"

"I don't know Mac. But I think I need to mention Danny in this." Stella said.

"Danny?"

"He's taking this harder than all of us, Mac." Stella explained.

Mac nodded and stood from his desk and grabbed his jacket. "Call Flack and tell him to meet us at Hudson's apartment."

"On it." Stella said. She turned and exited Mac's office.

Mac followed Stella out into the hall. She had pulled out her cell and was calling Flack as they moved toward the elevator.

"Mac!" Mac turned. Danny was hurrying down the hall. "I heard Stell may've found our guy."

"We're looking in on it. Stay here." Mac ordered.

"Mac I can help." Danny protested.

"No you can't Danny. Look at you. You're partner was just abducted and you're in no condition to go out. Help Adam try and track down Lindsay's cell phone." Mac said.

Danny stood in the hall, watching Mac walk into the elevator with Stella.

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Mac pulled the car over in front of Brenan's apartment complex. In front and behind him, several patrol cars pulled up. Every climbed out of their vehicles and ran through the front door. Mac, Stella, and Flack ran up one stairwell while others took the second. Adrenaline pumped through their veins and they ran up the stairs to Hudson's level.

The officers form the second stairwell met them in front of Hudson's door. Mac and Flack took the lead. Flack kicked in the door and entered the apartment. Mac followed behind him.

"Brenan Hudson NYPD!" Flack called.

Mac walked into the next room, finding no one.

"All clear." Mac called. He placed his gun back in his holster and walked out of the room.

"The bastered's gone." Stella said.

"Now the question is where did he take her?" Mac asked.

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