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What happened at the end of the previous chapter..

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"Alex Cole got away didn't he?"

Mac simply nodded and started to look away.

Ignoring the pain as best she could, Jo quickly leaned towards him and touched her lips to his. "It's okay," she whispered shakily.

Their eyes locked for a long, immeasurable moment. Then slowly, he drew her closer and deepened the kiss. Her lips tasted so sweet and luscious and soft. God he'd missed her so much.

She became so lost in him and the pain and hurt disintegrated into nothing as the kiss became more demanding between them, so intense. Yet he was so gentle as his tongue caressed hers in a hungry, passionate dance.

Finally he pulled away and gazed into her deep, brown eyes. "It will be. I'll make sure of that."

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A couple of hours later, Mac half heartedly slammed the vending machine with his fist and waited. Still it wouldn't drop. It was well and truly stuck. He didn't want the damn sandwich anyway. He stepped away, muttering under his breath and started down the corridor back to Jo's room.

Several seconds later he heard someone kick at the machine. Mac was in no mood to be pleasant, so he whirled around and was about to charge back up there and shout at the sonofabitch who was trying to steal his sandwich, when he saw it was Don. He placed his hands on his hips and cast him a stern stare as Don grabbed the sandwich.

Don turned toward him with a smug look on his face. "You don't punch it. You kick it."

Mac shook his head at him and released a long, weary breath. "Have the damn thing. I don't want it anyway." He turned around and continued up the corridor.

"Mac?" Don sighed inwardly and jogged after him. He caught up with him around the corner and handed the sandwich to him. "Take it."

Mac ignored Don and continued walking.

"You need to eat . . ."

Mac cut him off by snatching it out of his hand and chucking it in a bin on his way passed..

Don muttered under his breath and watched Mac disappear up the corridor.

A minute later, Mac was standing outside Jo's room staring through the glass door at her.

She'd been so tired, but had refused to close her eyes, She'd managed to keep herself awake for about an hour and a half, before finally crashing around 45 minutes ago. He was relieved to see her still peacefully sleeping. He suddenly became aware of footsteps and swore under his breath as Don slowed to a stop beside him.

"How is she?" He asked quietly.

"She's gonna be okay, but she's not ready to answer any of your damn questions yet Don. She needs rest." Mac replied in a low, fierce tone.

Don turned angrily toward him. "That's not why I'm here Mac! I came to see how she was doing!"

Mac gazed steadily at him for a couple more seconds, before looking away. "Fine." he muttered.

Don released a long, pent up breath and glanced back into her room. "We've got the bloody road blocks up again. Still no sightings. We couldn't find Ed, Aran or Lucas."

Mac's fists clenched at his sides.

" . . . And God knows how many more of those bastards got away from Roseville." Don hesitated, before turning back to Mac. "Does Jo . . . remember anything?"

Mac sighed heavily. "She had a flashback when she was in the basement back at Bell Drive, but that's about it."

"I'll talk to her in the morning. May be she'll remember something after she's had some rest."

Mac whirled around and and stepped towards him. "No you wont!"

Don frowned at Mac's sudden outburst. "Look. . . I know you care about her a lot and I don't like the idea of making her remember the crap she went through either, but she might know something that can help us . . ."

"We don't need to question her!" Mac interrupted angrily. "We've got the CSI Team analysing the evidence and half the NYPD are searching New York as we speak. We'll find a fresh lead soon enough."

Don paused for a couple of seconds as he stared back at Mac. His frown deepened. "What were Jo's injuries?"

"I've told you already!" Mac answered in an agitated tone. "She has two cracked ribs, but other than that. . . just. . . superficial wounds. She was dehydrated and as you already know, she's suffering with short term memory loss from the drugs."

Unease crawled up Don's spine. "You know I'm gonna be getting a copy of Jo's Medical File right?"

Mac swallowed hard and dragged a hand through his hair.

"Mac?"

Slowly, he turned back and met Don's anxious gaze. He forced out a long, unsteady breath and stared down at the floor. "They. . . did an internal examination. . . She was . . . raped."

Don's heart stalled in his chest as he stared wide eyed at him. My God. No.

Mac gazed back at Jo as the rage and grief clawed through his heart. "I don't want her to remember that Don," he said quietly.

For a long time Don was unable to do anything but stare back at Mac in shock.

Finally he managed to force himself to start focusing. He moved unsteadily to the seat at the side of the corridor and sunk down into it. "Okay." he said breathlessly. "I get that you don't want her to remember that, but she's suffering with short term amnesia Mac. She will remember."

Mac stared back at Don. "She could have been unconscious when he raped her, in which case she wont remember."

Slowly, Don gazed back up at Mac. "If that's the case and you don't tell her, she'll still end up finding out. It's gonna be documented in the case file." he said quietly.

Mac cursed inwardly and turned back to Jo. I can't tell her.

Don stared across at the wall in front of him, and paused for several seconds before he asked the next question. "Do we know who did this to her?"

"I had Tom Woodgate run a DNA Test. The results just came through." Rage ignited in Mac like a fireball and once again his fists automatically clenched at his sides. "It was Lucas Rohr."

Don closed his eyes and rubbed at his forehead. "Jesus Christ." he whispered.

Mac took a few unsteady breaths and tried to calm himself down. He needed to change the subject quickly before he ended up burying his fist into the wall. "How's it going interviewing Colin Smith?"

Don sighed heavily and tried to pull his mind back together. "He knows nothing more than what he told you back at your office earlier. He was transported to a safe house in West Orange a couple of hours ago."

Mac heard approaching footsteps and looked up to see Lindsay walking down the corridor towards him.

She looked through into Jo's room. "She's resting. That's good." Lindsay turned back to Mac. "I'll stay with Jo while you go home for a few hours and get some sleep."

"I'm . . . fine. I'm not leaving her right now." Mac answered quickly as he reached for the door handle.

"Mac. There are Police units surrounding this hospital. Alex Cole can't get to her here. She's safe."

Mac gazed back in the room at Jo. What he needed to do was find Lucas Rohr and kill the bastard, but where the hell was he and Alex Cole hiding. Pure, focused rage slammed through Mac's heart and his grip tightened on the door handle. You'll both be begging me to kill you, once I've finished with you! . . . He was torn from his dark thoughts by Lindsay's gentle voice speaking his name. He turned back and met her anxious gaze.

"Are you okay?" she asked, the concern flickering in her eyes.

"Yea. I'll . . . be back in a couple of hours."

A wave of relief swept through Lindsay. "Jo will be fine. You just come back when you've had something to eat and plenty of sleep."

Don raised his eyebrows at Mac as he simply nodded at her, turned, and walked quickly back up the corridor. He glanced quickly back at Lindsay. She was now smiling up at him.

"I managed to get Mac to go home. Isn't that great?"

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Mac bolted around the next bend and glanced quickly around, before exiting the door to his left and heading down the back stairwell.

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Lindsay frowned when she saw Don's face change. "What's . . . wrong?"

Don swore under his breath. "He's not going home. He's going after Lucas Rohr."

"Lucas Rohr?" Lindsay asked confused.

"Why . . . Lucas Rohr?" came a shaky voice from behind them.

Don and Lindsay spun around and saw Jo clutching at the door handle with her other arm wrapped firmly around her ribs.

Don's eye's widened. "What are you doing out of bed?" He started to move quickly towards her.

Jo staggered back and raised her voice at him. "Don. Why Lucas . . ." she stopped talking immediately, when a different kind of pain shot through her body. She froze to the spot, the fear slamming through her heart. She quickly looked away and a tear circled her eyelid.

Lindsay stepped in front of Jo and immediately saw the sharp despair and sadness flicker in Don's eye's. When he tore his eyes from Jo and met Lindsay's, words weren't needed. She knew already.

Her heart sunk and pressure began to build behind her eyelids, but she choked back the emotions and forced out a steady breath. "I'll take care of Jo. You go find Mac." She replied softly.

Don shifted his eyes back at Jo. She had now moved further into the room and it looked like she'd been attempting to shut the door on both of them. Lindsay however, was already squeezing through the door into her room. He took several steps backwards and swallowed into an aching throat, before turning quickly and sprinting up the corridor after Mac.

Lindsay shut the door and slowly met Jo's gaze.

Jo closed her eyes and looked away. "Lindsay. Please leave."

"I'm not leaving you alone." she replied softly. "You're in pain. You need to get back into bed Jo."

She choked back a sob. "Lindsay . . ."

Lindsay moved towards her and took her into a hug. "It's going to be okay." She whispered.

Shakily Jo brought her arms around Lindsay and clung to her for several minutes, as the tears rolled freely down her cheeks. Finally she pulled away and met Lindsay's gaze. "I need . . . you to do something for me."

"What do you need?"

Jo released a long, shuddering breath. "I need to see my Medical File."

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Don charged out of the hospital and glanced quickly around. "Mac!" He shouted. Dammit. There was no sign of him. He ran to his car, dived in and floored it out of the main entrance of the hospital, onto the busy road. He grabbed his phone and pressed speed dial as he weaved through the busy traffic, looking for Mac's car.

"Gary. Have you found Lucas Rohr yet?"

Gary Winters pressed his phone to his ear and moved quickly out of the noisy precinct. "The road blocks are still in place, but we haven't found any of Cole's gang. They're long gone Don." He frowned. "Why Rohr anyway?"

Angrily, Don pressed down on the horn at the person driving their car erratically in front of him. "I need several units out. We need to find Mac. If he locate's Lucas or Alex he might . . ." Don stopped himself and pushed out a long, pent up breath. ". . . He's out of control. I don't know what he'll do."

Unease crawled up Gary's spine. "What the hells happened?!"

Don braked at the intersection and tightened his grip on the phone. "Mac left the hospital a few minutes ago. I'm on third Avenue. Just get as many patrol cars as you can out on the streets and find him!" Don hung up and furiously slammed his phone back on the hands free device. He glanced around for Mac's car once again, but could see it no where.

How the hell did he get out of the hospital so quickly. Don's eyes suddenly widened. . . Crap! . . . He went out of the back exit!

He quickly flipped on the siren and reversed the car, narrowly missing slamming into the vehicle behind him, then he turned the wheel sharply, his tyres screeching across the asphalt and floored it back up the road.

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They grabbed the balaclava's and pulled them over their heads. Louis steered the van onto Tenants lane and accelerated up the road. He brought the radio towards him. "Alex. The bad news is, we still haven't been able to get into Colin Smith's apartment. There are Police everywhere."

Alex grabbed the radio and swore loudly as he hurried unsteadily into the bunker.

Louis continued. "The good news is, Mac's finally left the hospital. We're several Vehicle's behind him. Pyrce and the others are ready to cut him off. You want us to kill him right?"

"No! I want him brought here you Idiot!" Alex commanded furiously.

Louis rolled his eyes. "I thought you wanted him dead?"

"I've changed my mind!"

Again? Louis sighed heavily. "Why?"

"I've just had some Intel come through. Brody Atkins broke into the Police Database. The vase is sitting in a safe at the damn Station."

Louis turned to Lucas and raised his eyebrows. "So how's bringing Mac back to the bunker gonna get you the vase back?"

Alex muttered under his breath, walked into one of the large room on his left and sunk down on the sofa. "Jo will do anything to get Mac back. We just lay low until she walks out of that hospital. Then I'll contact her and tell her to bring the vase to me, or he dies. . .Now hurry up and catch him! And don't screw up!"

Lucas grinned viciously as he stared back out the front windscreen at Mac's car. That sounds like a very good plan, especially when I get to see Jo again.

Alex dropped the radio and hissed in pain as he pressed a hand to his shoulder wound. He glanced back at the door. "Gordon! What's taking you so long?! I'm bleeding out here!"

Gordon Field came hurrying into the room several seconds later, nervously clutching the medical kit in his hand. "I need several minutes to prepare for the procedure sir."

"Make it snappy!" Alex growled. "I need to be stitched up and out of here in ten minutes."

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Mac glared back out of his rear view mirror at the black van and hesitated for several more seconds. He cursed inwardly and snatched his phone from his pocket.

Don swore under his breath, and glanced back at his phone thinking Gary Winters was calling him back to grill him for more information. His eyes widened when he saw Mac's number show up on the screen. He quickly reached out, pressed down on his phone and screeched his car to an abrupt stop. "Mac! Where the hell are you?!"

"I'm turning into Collier Street. There's a black van several vehicles behind me. . ." Mac stopped mid-sentence when he saw the van draw out from behind one of the cars and start speeding towards him.

"Crap!" Don slammed his foot down on the gas pedal and took off up Sixth Avenue. "I might take several minutes to get to you!" He grabbed the radio and tried to get through to Gary.

Mac looked back out the front windscreen. His eyes widened when another black van rounded the corner and screeched to a stop right in front of him.

He swore loudly, slammed his foot on the brakes and yanked back on the steering wheel, but it was a split second too late and he lost control of the car.

His tyres left the ground and he ended up holding on for dear life as his car flipped over, rolled across the road and slammed into a street sign, before coming to a shuddering stop.

He heard Don's voice and tried to get to his phone, but a sharp, burning pain shot through his body and darkness began to encircle his vision.

Before he knew what was happening, his door was wrenched open and he was violently pulled out of the car. He tried to fight them, but the darkness slowly engulfed him and he sunk into unconsciousness.

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It's A SHORTER CHAPTER TONIGHT SEEING AS CHRISTMAS IS COMING AND I'VE HAD TO GO CHRISTMAS SHOPPING AND WRAP UP ABOUT 20 PRESENTS TONIGHT! I THOUGHT THAT YOU GUYS MIGHT WANT A SHORTER CHAPTER RATHER THAN NO CHAPTER AT ALL.

NEXT CHAPTER UP TUES OR WED NIGHT :) I THINK IT MAY BE ACTION AND ANGST FROM NOW ON.

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