The concrete was cold so was the gun pointed at her head. His foot was on her back: heavy and gruff like a boot. Every breath she took felt like she was being buried under sand; after she exhaled it left her with less oxygen than before.

He was screaming at her, but she didn't hear him. She was in shock and couldn't understand him. It was as if she was wearing ear plugs that muffled out his voice.

All she could think was she shouldn't have done this. Looking for evidence alone was always a bad idea, especially with no gun. It was in the car. No one knew where she was. The Major Crimes division left for the day six hours ago, and they won't be back till Monday. It was a late Friday night. Rusty wouldn't be home until Saturday because he was staying at a friend's house. Only now did she remember she had a date with Andy. He's probably wondering where she was.

Sharon was terrified of what her attacker would do, but she couldn't let him know that.

Another whack to the head with a blunt object (more than likely his gun) made her aware of her surroundings again. She finally heard what he was saying. "Don't you dare move bitch, or I swear to God I'll kill you! Right here. Right now." His voice was shaky like a reaction to nervousness. Although he felt muscular and big with the force he was applying with his hits, the attacker's voice would crack every now and then which lead her to believe he was a teenager.

He turned her around and yanked her up by the arm. Her shoulder felt like it was dead, and after a while, pain came through. Sharon realized it was possibly pulled out of the socket, but she couldn't be sure since she wasn't a doctor. "Keep your ass movin'!" The young man yelled at her with his gun to her back. He pushed her toward a chair in the corner of a windowless room. She sat and he took her hands and cuffed them behind her chair with her police cuffs. Next, her attacker tied her ankles together with tough, sturdy nylon rope. Like any other criminal, he put duct tape over her lips to keep her from screaming.

The man backed away, but his gun pointed at her with one hand. He spoke to her again, voice still shaky, "You deserve to die." A tear slid down his cheek. He didn't care because he kept talking without moving. "All I wanted was justice for my cousin. He was like my big brother you know. But no, you decided to help that other bitch get away with it. Since she's not here, I might as while have you." He put both hands on the gun tightly, ready to pull the trigger. Sharon embraced herself for the harsh impact.

In one sudden movement, the door flew open. A shadow of a woman stood there. She walked a little closer to Sharon, and knelt down a bit. She appeared to be in her late fifties. "Do you remember me?"

The phone rang and rang. Louie was too tired to answer. He was ready for the weekend. Provenza set his jacket on the kitchen chair. He just arrived home after a long shift and then going to the bar. The first thing he did was pop his knuckles, back, and neck. Then he grabbed the tv remote and sat on the couch with a Heineken in hand. The phone was still ringing.

After letting it go five times he finally answered. "Lieutenant Provenza speaking, what the hell do you want?" He chuckled. Louie was lucky it was Flynn who called because anyone else who he answered to like that might just hang up.

"Provenza, I need you to call the team. Captain's gone." Andy was standing to her car down the vacant damp alley.

"What do you mean she's gone? She can't be gone! How do you know?" He was starting to get hysterical.

"Well, I'm standing next to her car. In an empty valley outside of the Monte's Bar. She is no wear to be seen."

"How do you know it's her car?" Louie was getting up to put on his shoes and jacket.

"I was outside of the bar waiting for her, and I called her. Ironically I heard the cell phone go off, and I turned around and saw her car. I walked toward it to see if she was in there. She wasn't, but her keys and gun were. I walked inside the bar to see if she slipped past me. A couple of other off duty cops I knew helped me look, and we found nothing. That was about two hours ago. I'm calling it in Louie. She's missing." Andy tried to speak as monotonically as possible to hide his emotions. It took him a second to realize that he admitted to waiting for her.

Louie was grabbing his keys and grumbling under his breath. He locked his door and turned do the hall. In a frustrated tone he said, "By God Flynn, you better be damn right she's missing! Your making me miss the game!" He hung up and started to call all the team members. Provenza told then the basic details about what was going on. All he said was that she was missing and everyone needed to be at the scene ASAP.

Andy called the lock company to see if he could unlock the car door since the keys were inside dangling in the transmission. The man who owned the company came quicker than Andy anticipated since it was almost midnight. He was short and plump; he was probably younger than he appeared. His hair was a dirty blonde. It was straight and greasy too. He had a baby face; no facial hair either. "Which car needs fixin'. There's so many 'roun here." The man spit dip near Flynn's shoe. It grossed Andy out and kind of ticked him off for spitting so close.

Andy replied back with a snarl. "Right this way, sir." He pointed toward Sharon's car. None of the team members were there yet. A few patrol men had come an hour ago and were out looking for witnesses. Flynn saw a group of them gathered at the corner. Andy slowly made his way toward them. As he got closer the stopped and simultaneously turned to the detective.

"Find anything?" He asked hoping they had information on the Captain's disappearance.

"Ah nothin' sir just the fact that someone saw and I quote 'a young hoodlum black boy.'" The officer looked up at Flynn. "Look sir, are you sure this is even her car?"

Andy pulled out his phone and called Sharon. Her phone started ringing. It had an echo that traveled though the alley up to them. "Wouldn't you say that was her phone, rook?" He sounded cocky and irritable.

"Yes sir" The man bowed his head like a shameful puppy.

"Then get your ass looking for her!" They all scurried to help wherever it was needed. Andy's phone went off a little while later. It was a text from Rusty.

"Hey have you heard from Sharon? She won't answer my texts."

Andy looked at his phone and just stared. Lord have mercy on his soul.