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Shadow

Red. Pulsing. The heat was almost unbearable.

The anger, on it's own, was enough to send everyone running for the high hills and never return. Ross didn't quite know what to make off it.

Slowly he walked towards the interrogation room where Bobby was coming out of, closing the door and speaking to a uniformed officer. Getting closer Ross could hear the end of his sentence "...want you to put Gage in the interview room."

"Detective?" Ross asked, in a questioning tone of voice. Bobby looked up at the sound of his Captains' voice and nodded.

"I think Declan could help..." Ross held up his hand to stop Bobby from speaking; it worked.

Ross shook his head, "I don't think so. But that's a conversation for later. Right now, however-" Ross looked towards his office. "-I have someone in my office who needs to speak to you." Bobby frowned, he looked towards Ross' office but couldn't tell who was in there. Whoever it was, was male and was sitting down. His body language was agitated and Bobby looked torwards Ross, a puzzled expression on his face. "Now."

Bobby nodded slowly and turned towards the officer he'd been speaking to, "I still want you to move Gage." The officer looked towards Ross who slowly nodded, allowing them to follow Bobby's order. Bobby smiled, a small smile, and not a friendly one. It was just meant to say 'thanks'. Bobby didn't feel particular friendly and he wasn't in a 'good' mood either. Everything was falling apart and he could tell it was his fault; even now as they walked towards Ross' office he could feel the blame surrounding him like a fog; intangible but it felt real enough to him. He'd let her down, the one person in his life who'd excepted him for who he was, and he'd let her down. He felt the guilt and he knew it was true. No one could convince him otherwise.

Walking into Ross' office however, the guilt was replaced with confusion and the recognition as the man turned towards him, standing up and immediately speaking. "You. Son. Of. A. Bitch!" The harsh words were punctuated, as Mike's finger prodded the air with anger and a taste of hate; all directed at Bobby. Bobby's face twisted as he realised what he'd forgotten. "My girlfriend is kidnapped by a psycho serial killer and you just fail to mention it to me!" Despite his anger, the hurt was obvious and Bobby couldn't blame him.

"I-I'm sorry." Bobby knew it was pathetic even when the words were spoken by him but what else was he meant to say. He couldn't bring Alex back, he wished he could take it all back but he couldn't.

"You're sorry?" Mike asked, incredulously. Ross closed his office door and walked around them, in a circle as if the thick atmosphere could be seen as a bubble surrounding the two men. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't split you in half?" Bobby didn't see what good answering that would do. He did feel as if he were to blame and he did feel that Mike was well within his rights to do that despite the fact that that just wasn't true. Bobby just couldn't see it anymore.

"If I had known that the two of you were-" Ross' sentence just ended as Mike began shaking his head and rubbing it at the same time. Ross figured Mike already knew that so he stopped speaking the obvious and decided to get down to business; blame wouldn't help anything at this point. "Gentlemen, this isn't helping." Both men looked at Ross as if he were alien and Ross tried to ignore it, continuing on, "We need to focus on finding her and getting that information out of Gage."

Mike looked at Bobby and then back at Ross, who was now standing near his desk, "Gage?" He asked, confused.

"Yes. The suspect." Ross replied, only to have the fact argued over.

Bobby shook his head, "We don't know that for sure."

Ross sighed, "He was caught with her cell phone in his possession. Her car keys were in his room." Mike looked between the two of them and although he was still puzzled as to who this Gage was, he didn't care.

"We're charging him right?" Mike asked.

"Yes." Ross replied at the same time Bobby said, "No."

"Oh, this is just fantastic." Mike commented, full of sarcasm and looking directly at Bobby. "Why not?"

Bobby sighed, he began pacing the room again, trying to vent his frustration in a physical but non-violent way, "Because if we charge him he may have a - a psychotic break and then he won't-" Bobby rubbed his face, "He won't help us find her."

Mike snorted, "Beautiful." He muttered, sarcastically, turning away from them both and trying to calm himself down. Turning back to Bobby he said, "Let him break. I don't care." Obviously the calming attempt hadn't worked, his voice was threatening to rise again as the anger welled up inside.

"We can't do that! We need to find her!" Bobby matched Mike's anger with his own.

"Look," Mike said, lowering his voice a notch, "It's him. He won't help us find her." He turned to Ross, "We're wasting our time. This is a waste of time." Mike shook his head in frustration and headed for the door.

"Where are you going, Detective?" Ross asked, forcing Mike to turn back to them for a moment.

Mike sighed, taking hold of the door handle, "I'm gonna join one the teams looking for her. I refuse to sit on my ass!!" Mike swiftly opened the door and slammed it behind him with a satisfying bang. Bobby closed his eyes as Mike's figure disappeared from the squadroom. Trying to steady himself, he hadn't expected that and it hadn't been his fault that he'd forgotten but now he had something else to blame himself for. When Bobby opened his eyes he saw Ross looking at him with a concerned expression.

"Talk to Gage then. Let's find her."

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Bobby opened the door to the interview room, speaking immediately as he entered. "You're daughter's here." He said to Declan as they faced each other, referring to Jo Gage.

Declan was not concerned with that, "Why haven't they charged me?" he asked, looking directly at Bobby, who looked to the floor not wanting to make eye contact.

"I told them that you might have a pyschotic break and we'd lose you." Bobby replied, almost monotone.

"Ha." Declan was impressed, slapping Bobby on the arm. "Good play." He then dived straight into what needed to be discussed. "New theory. Eames is alive." As he spoke he turned away from Bobby and rubbed the hair on his face.

"Based on-" Bobby's voice almost raised, he stopped himself. Still caught in the stress and high emotion of the previous conversation with Mike; in fact the entire day was still with him. He closed the door behind him, not wanting everyone to hear this. "Based on what?" he asked. "Where is she?"

"Exactly." Declan replied, almost cryptic but he did continue. "Sebastian leaves his victims to be discovered. The whole NYPD is looking for her, she should've turned up by now." Bobby felt that slight glimmer of hope but he suppressed it; that was wishful thinking and he couldn't succomb himself to that.

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Alex had been left alone for a long time; too long even. So much for thinking it would be over soon. She couldn't be sure but she knew enough to know that morning had come and gone, and that alot of hours had passed. She'd heard the phone ringing many hours ago so she guessed it was sometime around mid-day. She thought about what everyone was doing outside, enjoying the weather and living their life. She thought about Mike. Did he meet his partner? Is he looking for her? The thought about seeing him again made the image of his face burn itself to her eyes.

Since she'd taken the blindfold away from her eyes she'd realised why she could no longer hear the woman screaming; she was no longer there. And the reason there were no footsteps or the sound of movement anymore was because there was no-one there to create any. The only sound that remained was the squeaking swinging sound from the hook she was hanging from. Dangling, like a piece of forgotten life. She had to get herself out of there so that she was remembered. Looking around the room she noticed a door; a way out. Now all she needed to do was get to it.

Looking up; she saw a way.

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Mike Logan drove around the city. He'd met with a few of the teams looking for her and so far they'd got nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Mike's frustration was rising like the temperature of a heat wave and it was threatening to become hotter. Mike's driving style matched his mood, it was jolted and the car was being pulled around corners rather than smoothly turning them.

He couldn't believe that he'd spent the entire morning sitting down, waiting for someone who didn't show, when Alex was going through some kind of hell. He refused to even consider the possibility that she were dead. No. She was alive and he'd find her.

He had no choice but stop the car for a moment to take a breath before he ended up crashing it and putting himself into the hospital. Sighing, he looked toward the police radio and wished that someone would call over to say they'd found her. That clearly wasn't going to happen, all he was getting from the radio was reports about gang fights and the usual problems along with the annoying static.

Of course, he'd wondered if he should tell John Eames what had happened but he didn't want to be the one to face that but he also knew that her father wouldn't be able to help. His cell began ringing and he quickly picked it up, sighing when he noticed it was just a message from his 'new' partner; Megan Wheeler. The message simply said:

I'm outside at the meet point. Where are you? Wheeler.

Mike, firstly, couldn't believe it was a text message, and secondly, couldn't believe it was now. After all, she'd had all day and she chose now...

The radio suddenly crackled back into life with something Mike found particularly interesting. "We've got a call about a female NYPD officer being found alive." Mike carefully listened for the location and immediately flicked the switch to his sirens and pushed on the accelerator; hard.

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What Mike saw at the scene was chaos and confusion to him but to the professionals it was them doing their jobs. Emergency services all around. An officer tried to stop him from crossing into the scene but Mike lifted up his badge and they let him in through the tape. Seeing someone who looked like they were in charge. "Hey." The man looked at him with a questioning face. "I'm Detective Logan from Major Case."

"We haven't called anyone in yet let alone Major Case." The officer quickly argued, as Mike held up his badge.

"Whatever." Mike said, not wanting this discussion. "What's going on?"

The man sighed, not appreciating the attitude. "We've got to dig her out." Mike looked at him for a moment, considering what he meant by that. The man looked away from Mike, so he followed his line of sight to see officers of the FDNY and NYPD around one area, near a wall whilst workers were using road diggers to cut into the ground. Mike quickly rushed over towards them, not caring if the man had a problem with it.

Everything really was chaos. He couldn't see her. All he could see was people he didn't really want to talk to and people who were trying to get to her but where was she? Mike could feel his blood pumping in his ears and his heart racing. He scanned the whole area and he saw nothing.

Nothing.

Not until he scanned the area for a second time, more intensely and more desperately. When he spotted fingers coming out of a grate he thought he was dreaming it. He had to do a second take. That doubted lasted less than a second before he rushed over towards them to see her, to speak to her; to confirm it. He was on the ground, kneeling, before his brain had even been consulted. "Alex?" His voice sounded hoarse.

The fingers in the grate stretched in response to the voice speaking her name and Mike softly touched them. "Mike?" Her voice echoed and he could tell she was a big cavern or room. He looked into the grate but he couldn't see her, all he could see was white. He held the fingers tighter and smiled, despite the fact she couldn't see it. Her fingers were covered in blood and he could see the blood around her wrist. He tried desperately not to imagine injuries on the rest of her.

"Yeah." He replied, still hoarse. "It's me." Alex's fingers curled around his and Mike felt the relief hit him like a wave. He could hear heavy breathing and he knew it was her. He didn't know what to say to her to help her right now and he figured there wasn't really anything that would help. Words usually failed him and when they did come they were pretty much useless so he just held her fingers, as her grip tightened onto his.

With his spare hand he pulled out his cell phone and, with what was left in him, he dialed the number he knew off by heart.

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Ross quickly came rushing out of his office. The conversation he'd just had still flowing in his mind, he rushed into the interview room where Bobby and Declan were 'discussing'. "Goren. Call came in from Logan." Bobby stood up and look at Ross expectantly. Ross nodded, "He's got her."

"Is she alive?" Declan asked, wondering if his theory had been correct.

Ross nodded, noticing how relieved they both looked and knowing that it was for two different reasons. One cared about her life, the other cared about his own career. "W-where are they taking her?" Bobby asked, rubbing his face as he allowed the relief to flood his body as the need to see his partner started to overcome him as well.

"They're taking her to Kings Hospital as soon as they free her." Ross replied. Bobby opened his mouth to speak but Ross stopped him, "No need to ask. Go."

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TBC