Thought I'd finish this up tonight. Thank you guys for the lovely reviews. Sorry for the long updates. I've been busy with replacing old chapter with corrections and additions, but thank you for keeping with this story.

For this chapter *I do not own any of these characters*

The night came slowly or at least she thought it was night. It seemed the young man whom hit her over the head with excessive force was gone, but not for long. Every time he left, she counted. He came back the previous time at three hundred, seventy-eight seconds. She divided it by sixty, and realized he was gone for a little over six minutes. Last time he came back was close to six minutes. Sharon was hoping the attacker was keeping a pattern as to how long he was gone.

She was approaching six minutes and thirty seconds when he came back it. He barged in with a plate. It was a red paper plate that had a floral print on the outer edges. The plate had food on it. The smells filled her nostrils. There was a tuna sandwich and rice. On a regular basis Sharon would have not chosen to eat those, but she hadn't eaten since Friday afternoon because she was about to have dinner with Andy before she was taken. This terrifying nightmare had seemed to pass into Saturday night. "Eat." The man commanded to her like she was a dog while he tossed the plate on the ground towards her.

By now, he had already untied her hand from the back of the chair, but her feet were still bound together with the nylon rope. The tape had also been painfully removed. There was so much pain she would have felt but she had to block it out. If she didn't she wouldn't be able to survive this mess.

Sharon slowly bent down to reach the plate. She was very weak from not having anything to eat or able to move around. Raydor never noticed that her hands were shaking until pieces of rice were flying off the plate.

There was no fork or spoon so she picked up the rice with her hand. The tiny pieces fell through her fingers and onto the ground. Some reached her mouth and disappeared into her empty stomach.

The man looked at her. She knew him and the woman. She audited them for the Chief's second to most remember able case. The case that put everyone through hell for weeks. It proved that she would help and protect the Major Crimes Division through any and all cost. The Baylor case.

She was staring at the fishy sandwich about to take a bit when he interrupted. "He never deserved what he got. Ya know?"

Out of an apathetic moment she continued her dive into her non-choose able sandwich. When it was half way gone, she set it back on the plate and dropped the plate onto the floor. Sharon was full. Her attacker saw she was done and tied her back up. He put a new piece of tape over her mouth because the old piece wasn't sticky enough to keep her quiet.

After he was done, he sat back down across from Sharon. He just stared at her about to say something until, "JAMES!" A woman yelled. It was Turell Baylor's mother.

He got up and walked toward the shed door. James opened it, and shouted, "YES, AUNTY?!" They waited a few seconds. She never replied, so he walked a few feet away from the building. He retried his previous action [but] cupping his hands around his mouth, but still no reply.

Once he brought his hands to his sides, she saw her team in the kitchen window. They were talking to Mrs. Baylor. Sharon began to jump around in the seat. She squirmed and tried to get free, but couldn't. James took notice and slammed the door which left Sharon in the dark while he went to his aunt.

"What is all of this about?" She asked with an attitude.

"Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Baylor, but Captain Raydor went missing last night. We were wondering if your nephew has seen her." Their heads turn when James walked through the slide door.

He was wondering why they were all staring at him, "What?"

"Mr. James where and what were you doing last night?" Toa questioned impassively.

"Uh, I was here with her." He pointed his aunt.

They eyed each other trying to figure out their lie to tell. Defensively the woman uttered, "Yes, he was here helpin' me clean up this old place."

"Okay mam, thank you for the help." As routine of a cop, Provenza handed them a card and said to call if they have anything. The clan showed themselves out.

"Does anyone have a feeling that they're lying?"

"Well Flynn, do you think that any suspect would confess on the first question? First off they're the Baylor's. Secondly, you're a cop, you should know by now that people tell lies." Provenza replied in a that-was-a-dumb-question type reply. "I don't think your hunch is working."

"You haven't even given it a try yet," Flynn walked back up to the house and knocked on the metallic door.

"What do you want?" Mrs. Baylor answered rudely.

Andy was starting to second guess his hunch like Provenza had previously which was: The license plate number was registered to Turell Baylor, but since he was dead who could have taken it? Since James was the only close person to Turell then why not ask him? "May I look around outside?"

Little did James know that before he tied Sharon up (while he was busy talking to his victim), she had found a piece of glass. Right at that moment she was cutting herself loose. If the pattern kept up he wouldn't be back until three minutes.

She cut away the nylon rope on her feet. When she stood, she lost her balance from the weakness in her legs after sitting for a day. She fell.

Andy didn't have his flash light so he couldn't see. He rounded the corner into the back yard. He couldn't see a thing in the pitch black darkness. She stumbled over a few sticks. He came to a conclusion there were trees some point he heard a door open, but he wasn't close to a house. He heard some twigs and sticks breaking, and pulled his gun out of his holster.

Sharon crept slowly out of the shed, afraid she might run into something or worse. Run into someone. But there it was, "Who's there?"

She could tell the voice from anywhere, it was Andy Flynn. Instead of yelling out his name, she creeped closer and whispered it. "Andy is that you?"

Flynn was stunned. He replied with a yes. Andy walked slowly closer to the middle to embrace her, but just then (out of nowhere) James came up behind Sharon. He hit her over the head with his gun once more thus knocking her out.

James turned his gun toward Andy. Flynn was faster and since his gun was not holstered down, he pulled it up into face with James' gun. "Put the gun down, right now!" Andy yelled from four feet away. He looked over to Sharon in a dim light. There was crimson liquid streaming down her face. She wasn't moving either. Andy was worried she was dead.

A gun clicked. Everyone close by had a hand over their mouths. In one snap of a broom, a man was lying on moist ground. Lifeless; dead.

I know most of you get upset with the fact I leave cliff hangers. Sorry not sorry. I just can't help myself.