Author's notes: OK, I'm kind of playing hooky….I should be grading papers, but I want to write. I feel the need to finish this story up. Should be only one more chapter to go!

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Danny flipped his cell phone closed and looked at the detective driving the car, "Head back to the mission. Seems the Father's got someone there who wants to talk to us."

Checking his mirrors and pulling a u-turn, Detective Mitchell glanced at Danny, "Someone has seen our junkie?"

"No, but someone who wants to talk to us about the shooting." Danny watched out the window as they made their way back to the store front that served as the mission. Pulling up to the curb, both men hurried back into the building to find a frustrated looking priest.

"I'm sorry Detectives. He and Ash were just here. Then Ash went out to get a breath of fresh air, she was acting like she was upset with him. Then he asked me to call you and he went out to talk to her. I called you and went out to get them, but they were gone."

"Its ok Father," Danny felt frustrated, a possible lead might have slipped away. "What does Ash and her friend look like? We will try to find them."

The older man nodded, "Ash is about 5'6" and has blonde hair, pretty for a street girl. Her friend is tall, maybe 6'2" or 6'3", black hair and blue eyes."

Danny felt a surge of hope, "Did her friend tell you his name?"

"Yes, she brought him in last night, he looked really rough. She called him Danny." The Father looked unsure of what else he could tell the men.

Jumping back in, Danny's voice betrayed his emotions, "Danny? You're sure it wasn't Donny or Don?"

"No, I'm sure it was Danny." The priest could see the excitement in both men. "Are you thinking you know this person?"

"Mitchell, do you have some of the APB flyers in the car?" Danny turned to his partner.

"Yeah, I'll run and get one." Mitchell hurried to the car.

Turning to the priest, Danny explained to him what his suspicions were. Mitchell returned with a flyer containing a picture of Flack on it.

Looking at the photograph momentarily, Father Joseph looked up at Danny. "Yes, this is the man Ash brought to me."

"Thanks Father, if they come back, do whatever it takes. But don't let them leave." Danny pulled out his phone and punched the number for Mac. It looked like things were starting to look up.

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The tall, lanky man caught up with Ash quickly as she continued her run down the sidewalk. His back and side were screaming at him to stop, but he kept up the pace, trying to find the breath to question his friend. "Ash what is it?"

"Can't explain it right now. He'll kill us both if he catches us." It came out as gasps as she thundered along, swerving down a side street, her eyes looking for a safe haven. Not chancing a look back, Ash was afraid of what she might see.

Ricci cursed under his breath as he chased the two down the street. Not used to a lot of physical exercise, his lungs burned with the exertion. He briefly thought about pulling out his gun and trying for a shot, but quickly dismissed the idea. Too many possible witnesses, Frankie said for it to look like an accident. For now he would chase them, in this neighborhood there was bound to be some place without a lot of eyes.

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"Mac, we've had a sighting of Flack. He was at the mission over by West 87th, the priest that runs it said he was there last night and today. He's with a girl and they were there not 15 minutes ago."

Mac breathed a sigh of relief, Flack was alive. He quickly relayed that to Stella who was looking at him expectantly. But where was he now? "Any thing about why he might not have called us to let us know where he was?"

"That's the hell of it Mac. The priest said Flack was calling himself Danny. We're trying to run something on the girl right now. See if she and Flack knew each other before. We only know her first name and a few details, but Mitchell is seeing if anything flags in the system."

"Ok, Stella and I will be there in 20 minutes. I'll get as many squad cars as possible to start combing the area around there." Mac thumbed the button and ended the call. A moment later he had the watch Captain for that precinct on the line and putting out an order for as many cars as possible to find his missing detective.

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Ash cut down another side street and then slipped into the adjoining alleyway. She turned to see if Danny was following her when her feet suddenly shot out from under her. Landing hard on the brick alleyway, the breath was knocked out of her.

He saw her fall and hurried to where she lay. "Ash, are you alright?" He could see that she was struggling to get her breath back. Putting an arm underneath her, he helped her into a sitting position. His concentration was fully on the blonde when he heard footfalls and heavy breathing. Turning quickly he saw that their pursuer had caught up with them.

Ricci pulled his gun from his holster and aimed it towards the pair. "Take it nice and easy and nobody is going to get hurt."

Ash's eye's widened and gasping in deep breaths she replied to the gunman, "I find that hard to believe. Frankie doesn't seem to be a forgiving type."

His heart still racing, Ricci laughed. "You've got a good memory, too good if you get my drift. Had you just stayed under the radar I think Frankie might have forgotten about you eventually, but no. You turn up with a NYPD detective." Ricci then looked at the dark haired man kneeling by the blonde. "Detective Flack, you have been causing me a lot of trouble."

He could see Ash looking at him with something akin to shock on her face. His blue eyes rose to meet the eyes of Ricci, confusion was evident in them, "You know me?" There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"Yeah, my buddy Paul Walker had a run in with you yesterday and I had to get involved. Then you end up with Ashley here and that brings up a whole new aspect to our relationship." Ricci waved his gun at the couple, "Now, I want you both to stand up and slowly we are going to head back to my vehicle. I'll have my gun on you and any funny business and I shoot the girl. But not to kill, just so that she feels it and suffers first. Understand?"

His blue eyes closed and he searched his mind with this new information, watching images that his mind couldn't fully comprehend. Aiden, giving him a Christmas present, a laughing woman with a tangle of reddish-brown hair walking up a set of stairs, playing basketball with a shorter man with round glasses, a serious faced man in a suit and a tie, and others was flashing by so fast that he felt dizzy. He snapped his eyes open and was aware that both Ash and the man holding the gun were staring at him.

"Danny? Are you alright?" Ash's voice was concerned. "Danny?"

He shook his head, "Don."

Ash was confused, "What?"

"My name is Don."