Okay…I will never say one more chapter ever again, especially not with this story. You'd think I would have learned my lesson by now.

Surprise, surprise…no resolution yet. It is coming but I'm hoping that if I don't say when, it will happen sooner rather than later. Hope you enjoy it.

If the look on Sam's face was any indication, Oliver wasn't going to like it.

"I got out in time, but had to catch a ride with one of your 'friends'. Have to say, I really like the looks of my insurance policy here. Hope I won't need use it; guess that will be up to you. I'll be in touch."

"If she loses that van, Peck will have my head." Boyd muttered to himself.

Oliver could feel the anger radiating off Sam in waves and he couldn't help but wonder if Boyd had a death wish. Did he really not realize how close to the brink Sam was? One wrong move and the man had to know he would be picking up parts off the floor. Didn't he?

Oliver guessed not as he watched the detective try to snatch his phone back from Sam. Seriously?

Sam shot him a menacing glare, breaking the look just long enough to hit the redial button before holding the phone next to his ear and resuming his stare. The look in his eyes dared Boyd to just try and take it away from him.

Boyd finally seemed to be wising up as he settled back and left Sam to his own devices. But when the call again went unanswered, both Sam and Oliver could see the 'I told you' on the tip of Boyd's tongue. Oliver could only hope he had enough sense to keep it to himself though. Sam appeared to be on the verge of strangling the detective as Oliver heard him mutter something under his breath about the fricking van and where Boyd could happily park it.

Normally, Oliver would get more of a kick out of the detective's discomfort, but now was not the time. "Sam! We have more important things to worry about."

Boyd looked somewhat relieved and started to nod his thanks when Oliver finished his thought. "You can kill him later…after we find out what he knows."

"We're wasting time." Sam growled, as he pounded a text message into the confiscated phone.

"Easy!" Boyd instructed, clearly confusing his priorities once again.

"Just be happy it's the phone and not your face." Oliver retorted shaking his head.

Sam threw the device down onto the seat; he hated feeling useless. He needed something to happen and he needed it to happen soon. "I want that chopper."

"Do you really think that's going to do any good?" Boyd argued. "It's been how long now? Jennings, when did the guy get the drop on you?"

"As soon as McNally called it and he heard the sirens."

"See." Boyd crowed. "So that was what…at least a half hour ago?"

"You'd know the time better than I would." Jennings insisted, after all he had been knocked out for at least half that time.

Boyd checked his watch. "Almost forty minutes now; I doubt the guy's even driving anymore. He's probably already stashed the van and..."

Sam didn't want to hear the rest. "Are you sure you're not just worried it will come out of your budget?" He challenged.

"Sammy."

Sam closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. His voice, though calm, was full of menace. "That's what my 'friends' call me."

Boyd smartly chose to shut his mouth and sit back in his seat again, clearly getting the message: 'And you're not one of them'.

Oliver decided it was time to become the voice of reason; they needed at least one in the vehicle and there didn't seem to be an abundance of candidates. "He's right Sammy; it is probably too late for the chopper, but we still have to get out a BOLO."

Before Sam had a chance to agree, Oliver had already picked up his radio to call dispatch and get everyone on the lookout for the missing van. After a brief internal debate, he also asked them to include Officer McNally in the lookout.

The response was almost immediate but unfortunately it wasn't to report Andy's whereabouts. It was all of her fellow rookies trying to find out why they needed to look for McNally and what the heck was going on.

Sam, though, was paying little attention to Oliver's conversations. His eyes were shooting in every direction as he scanned each street, alleyway, driveway, and parking lot that they passed.

"It's not going to just magically appear you know." Boyd sneered, still smarting from Sam's earlier remark.

Fortunately for him, his grumbling was cut off by Best's booming voice coming over the radio and drowning out everything and everyone else. "Fifteen-nineteen, what's your twenty?"

"Five minutes out sir." Oliver responded.

"My office, five minutes." Best countered, allowing no room for detours.

"We'll just take Sammy…I mean Swarek, to holding while you go see Best then." Boyd offered with false generosity, as if he were doing Shaw a great favor.

"The hell you will." Oliver disputed; there was no way Boyd was going to worm his way out of talking to Best. He made his bed and now he was going to sleep in it, even if Oliver had to drag him in kicking and screaming.

"Fifteen-nineteen?" Frank addressed again, waiting for confirmation of his order.

"War room might be better, sir." Shaw suggested. "I'll have company." He explained, expecting full well that by the time they got there, the Sarge would not be alone either.

"Roger that." Frank agreed, trusting the senior officer's judgment.

She had one hand on her gun and the other hand on the release. She had just popped the latch and was about to open the door when it fell away in front of her. Her gun may have been in her hand but when she lost purchase on the door, she found herself off balance and it was quickly knocked away.

"Get back in." The man ordered, pushing her back with his own gun to her chest.

Unarmed, she had no choice but to comply. "Get in the driver's seat." He ordered as he followed her through the maze of electronics at the back.

"Where's Jennings?" She demanded.

"Your friend? He's taking a little nap right now, and you and I, we're going for a little drive."

Andy eased her way in behind the wheel as her captor, Nate, maneuvered his way into the passenger seat. The keys were still in the ignition so Andy simply turned the engine over and popped the van into gear. She took a quick look to the left wistfully noting the flashing lights and the bright spotlight that acted like a beacon telling her exactly where Sam was right at this very moment…and he was so close.

…they were so close. Trust her to get into trouble doing exactly as she was told. Safest place for her…ha! The McNally luck strikes again. She'd probably never hear the end of it; though she didn't know what would be worse, Sam's over protectiveness or Shaw's teasing.

She let out a sigh as she turned the vehicle to the right and added to the unwelcome distance between them. This was not how this night was supposed to end.

As she approached the entrance gates, she turned to Nate. "Where do you want me to go?"

While he pondered her question, she continued to take quick glances at him trying to take in as much information about him as she could. She was also trying to note anything she could use as a weapon and whether or not there was any way she could switch on the radio without his knowledge.

"I don't care where you go; just drive till I figure it out."

Well if he didn't have any direction in mind, Andy knew where she wanted to be. She passed through the gates and glanced left and right before pulling onto the roadway that would lead her away from the docks and closer to what she hoped would bring safety.

Andy continued her journey without so much as a word; the last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself. She quietly navigated her way closer and closer to the barn and with each passing block she felt the tension easing from her body.

So far, Nate had been distracted by his thinking and his phone as he typed out a quick text message. She leaned over to see if she could see who he was sending it to, but he moved the phone further away and she didn't want to press her luck too far.

When the phone rang, Andy looked over at him but he made no move to answer it. She raised an eyebrow in question, though he ignored that too, choosing instead to stare at the machine as if it might hold the answers to all his questions. Clearly he wasn't used to flying by the seat of his pants. Not like someone else she knew.

After a few minutes, he lost interest in the phone and started staring out the window to scope out possibilities. Andy immediately sucked in a quiet breath, hoping he wasn't too familiar with the area. But as per usual, luck wasn't with her…well not the good kind anyway.

Nate flipped his head from side to side, quickly taking in the familiar landmarks before shoving the gun into her side. "Nice try sweetheart."

"Hey, you're the one that said you didn't care where I went so…"

"Well, I care now, take your next left. Do it!"

Andy sighed in disappointment as she followed his instructions; she had just spotted the lighted sign of Fifteenth Division, and was now forced to leave it behind. She glanced at her watch realizing that Sam and all of her friends were probably still at the scene and likely had no idea the predicament she had managed to get herself into. No one would be looking for them for awhile and that bothered her more and more the further she got away from the station.

She knew the second they passed from the boundaries of Division Fifteen to those of Twenty-Seven and only hoped that Jennings had found a way to let everyone know what happened.

The phone rang again. "Aren't you going to answer that?" Andy wondered aloud, no longer worried about being discreet.

"It's not important." He dismissed.

"Are you sure?" She asked. "Cause that person seems to think so." She reminded trying once more to get a look at the screen.

"I said it doesn't matter!" He barked before his phone sounded off again; this time though it was an incoming text. 'Answer your damn phone.'

He scoffed as he read it; there was no way he was taking that call…at least not yet. He needed to think first, figure out what he wanted, how he could get out of this mess. Maybe then he would be ready to talk, but it was going to be on his terms.

As he glanced out the windshield he realized where they were and suddenly knew where they needed to go, somewhere they could hide and give him time to think. He pressed the gun back into Andy's side and gave her directions that took them into an industrial area and up to a warehouse.

Nate knew there was no way he could leave the van outside; if they weren't looking for it by now, they would be soon enough. So when they approached the building, he ordered Andy to stop in the middle of the lane. Pushing her out the driver's side and following immediately behind her, he directed her into a man door at the end of the building.

They had barely made it inside when he jerked her to a stop and pushed a red button on the side of the metal wall. Andy watched as a pulley system squealed into life and began lifting the garage-type door opening them up to the outside. As the gap widened, Andy could see the van directly in front of her and as expected, she was instructed to get back in.

They pulled the van into the warehouse and Andy was about to exit the vehicle when she was ordered to stop.

Although Nate knew he wanted to be here, inside the cover of the building, he still was not sure what to do with his 'insurance'. The warehouse was too big and he liked having her contained to the small van; it gave her less chance to get away. And right now, he needed her; she was his ticket to staying one step ahead, at least that's what he kept telling himself.

Andy watched as Nate inspected the entire van going through every nook, cranny and cubby-hole in the front seat, before proudly brandishing a set of handcuffs. He looked at Andy with a smirk and for a second she worried about what his plans were once he got her into the restraints. Luckily though his plans were simple; he just wanted time to think without having to worry about her escape.

He quickly attached her to the steering column and then exited out the passenger door. He hadn't even made it to the front of the vehicle before realization seemed to dawn on him and he threw the door open once again.

He leaned in to grab the keys out of the ignition. "Just in case you get any ideas." He sneered as he pulled a switchblade from his pocket.

Andy's eyes widened. She hadn't given him any reason to hurt her; she'd done everything he'd asked. And if he wanted to, he could have just shot her. Unless he wanted her to suffer, she thought as the blood drained from her face. She was trying to stay calm, but she had no idea what he was even capable of.

She felt an all consuming relief when all he did was cut the wire to the radio and offer her a satisfied smirk. But she waited for him to shut the door before she allowed herself a moment to relax. She had to stay calm if she was going to get out of this mess; she had to do whatever she could to help them find her…and they would find her.

She looked at her watch. They had to know by now that she was missing. But what about Sam? Would they tell him? Would they even be allowed to tell him? And would he be out looking for her? She was pretty sure she knew the answer to that one, well if he had any say about it. But then again she didn't have a lot of faith in Boyd's generosity and he was the one in charge of the op. If it was up to him, he would probably try to keep Sam in the dark. But surely Oliver or Jerry would find a way to tell him. Wouldn't they? Or Traci?

Andy knew she was totally over thinking it but she couldn't help it.

She needed Sam. His presence always kept her calm, helped her focus, and made her feel safe, even before they were whatever they are now. He was there when it mattered; he said it himself. And so she knew he would come. Her friends would make sure that he knew and he wouldn't let anything stand in his way, including Boyd.

He had made her a promise that night in the club and she was going to make sure he had the chance to keep it. They started something during this undercover and she'd be damned if she was going to give that up without a fight.

With renewed ambition, Andy watched her captor as he paced back and forth in front of the vehicle periodically meeting her gaze. She studied his movements for quite a while hoping to detect some sort of pattern to his actions so she could adjust her own accordingly. After about fifteen minutes, she thought she could make her move. She waited for his cursory glance before she leaned her head forward to try and remove her earring. Her first attempt ended in vain though as she realized that she could not get her hands close enough for them to work together.

She straightened in her seat waiting for her next opening; it wasn't going to be easy though. She was going to have to remove the back with one hand, while preventing the front from working itself loose and falling to the floor before she could get a hand back on it. Even then she didn't know if she would be able to maneuver herself into a position to use the earring to open the cuffs, but she was going to try.

At her next opportunity, she shifted her body down careful to keep her head tipped as far back as possible to hopefully hold the stud in place. She used her right hand to pull at the back of the earring wiggling it further and further down the stem. She had just managed to get it free when she heard Nate's phone ring once again.

She straightened up as quickly as she could careful to lean her head back; she watched him glance at her before looking at the display on his phone. His eyes widened and she could see him swallow anxiously before he pushed the answer button. She briefly wondered why he suddenly felt inclined to answer.

When she heard him acknowledge the man on the phone with a quick "Boss", she knew why he answered, but she was still confused. There's no way the Boss should have been free to call him unless something went wrong, but how could that be; they would have had them surrounded. Unless this was his one phone call, but surely to goodness the man would call his lawyer, but then who was calling before? Andy's mind was racing a mile a minute as she tried to put all the pieces together; the biggest one falling into place when he addressed the caller by name.

"…Mr. Vicero."

Holy crap! This guy was pulling double duty. That can't be good.

Nate had been trying to figure out what to do, not only with the pretty cop but with himself. Could he finagle his way out of this one? He knew he couldn't get arrested again; there's no way he would get off twice and he was already on probation. But now he'd basically kidnapped a cop and he didn't think there was any chance that Boyd could keep this one under wraps even if he did let her go. Though he was surprised how quickly the last charge went away.

It really didn't look good for him staying in Toronto though and while he contemplated where else he could go, his phone rang once again. He looked down preparing to reject Boyd's call once again when a different name flashed on the screen. Vicero.

Word travelled fast through the underbelly of society and he wondered just how much the man had already found out. He swallowed the lump in his throat and pressed the green button. "Boss."

"Where the hell are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone knows that when a bust like that goes down, we circle the wagons and take stock."

"I know, Mr. Vicero…I just…"

"You just what?"

"I…uh…"

"You did hear about the bust right?"

"Yeah."

"And you've worked for me for how long?"

"Three years."

Vicero had been in the business long enough to know when he was getting the runaround. "Are you coming or not?"

"I…uh…"

All of the sudden the light went on for Vicero as he remembered the dubious events of the last few weeks. "Where are you?"

"I'm…" He looked around trying to figure out how he could answer truthfully without the boss putting it all together.

"Are you a cop?"

Nate almost laughed, but he knew that would not be well received. "No!" He answered adamantly.

"Are you in jail?"

"No." He answered with a little less force.

"Are you at the dock?"

"Nope." He shot back quickly, knowing any hesitation would be a dead giveaway.

"Were you at the dock?" Vicero tried again.

"I thought maybe someone should keep tabs, maybe..."

"How did you know?"

"What?"

"How did you know?"

"How did I know what?"

"You said you're not a cop, but I would bet money that you knew they were coming tonight. I think that's why you made sure we didn't try and go in. So how did you know? Are you in bed with the law? Are you a snitch?" Vicero's voice was rising with each accusation. "That's it; isn't it? That's why our buyers have been a little too popular with the cops lately. It wasn't a fluke; it was YOU."

Vicero was convinced he was right and he was pissed. He should have figured it out sooner; he should have known there was a snitch in the ranks when the buyers kept dropping like flies. Shit! This was exactly why he wanted higher up in the food chain; selling singles to flaky buyers was too risky. There were too many people involved and you never knew if or when one of them was going to turn on you.

When he heard about the bust tonight, he thought he might have gotten his chance to move up, but if the cops had a snitch in his ranks, things were about to get pretty dicey and he didn't like that one bit. Someone was going to have to pay.

"You're a dead man." He vowed, and then he was gone.

Andy watched the look of sheer panic cross over Nate's face as the phone dropped from his ear; she had only heard snippets of his side of the conversation, but she could easily guess that Vicero was not happy with his answers.

She just didn't know what that meant for her, but she was hoping to find out as she listened attentively to Nate's ramblings. "I have to get out of here. But where do I go? Do I take the cop with me? Do I leave her here? My car…my car is outside; I can just drive away and never look back. But what if Boyd has an APB out on me? Shit! I can't take the car. Maybe I should bring the car in here. But I can't stay…"

Andy's eyes shot to the top of her head as she heard the man mention Boyd. What the hell was going on here? And who the hell's team was this guy even on?