"I said, turn off the truck!" He said with anger as he pressed the cold metal of the gun harder to the flesh on Danny's forehead.
"Alright, just chill." Danny said in a shakey tone as his hand reached down to the ignition.
"Slowly, don't be acting like a hero." He said as he opened the car door. "Put your hands behind your head." He ordered as the truck's engine died.
"Who are you?" Danny asked as the man forcefully removed him from the truck.
"Don't speak. You'll live longer." He said pushing Danny hard against the truck. Hitting the truck with such force, the air left his lungs, as the man began to pat down his body for any weapons, almost in military fashion.
"You're lucky day Detective, now don't try anything stupid." He whispered into his ear as the gun pressed under his chin.
"What do you want?" Danny pushed his luck, and was rewarded by a harsh punch to the kidney. Yelling out in pain, only caused another blow, this time to his jaw. He tasted blood, as he coughed and sucked in air, he spit out the fresh blood from his mouth.
"I told you, don't fucking talk!" He whispered, as tears formed in Danny's eyes. "Move." He ordered kicking the back of his legs as the gun still pressed against his neck.
"Where are we going?" Danny asked again, knowing the pain that was coming. Without answering the man grabbed him by his hair, punching him again and again in the face until his knees began to give away.
Loosing his patience completely, he pulled Danny angrily across the road, throwing him into the open back doors of the van. Danny was dizzy, his face was cut and bleeding, he was fighting consciousness but he refused to let it loose.
"We're going on a little trip." He said before taping his hands together with duck tape and closing the door.
Lindsay arrived at Danny's building, the cool air brushed her face as she walked into the front door of the lobby. Searching her key ring, she found the key to Danny's apartment, when things ended she attempted to give it back, but he refused to take it from her, he knew she might need it one day.
Once on Danny's floor, Lindsay suddenly felt guilty. It had been so long since she had been there, she had forgotten the sense of home she felt when she came here, she missed the way Danny felt like home. With her heart full of sadness, she knocked on his door, but no one answered.
"Danny, it's me. Lindsay. Open up." She called, but no one came. Putting her ear to the door, she heard no movement inside, so she opened the door with the key she kept.
His apartment was a mess, it looked as if he hadn't been there in weeks. His couch cushions were thrown about, the dishes in the sink where everywhere, and his bedroom was a freight.
"Oh Danny." Lindsay said looking around. When she came to the closet, she noticed his travel bag was missing, and most of the clothing from the hangers were missing. Seeing his New York Yankee's t-shirt on his bed, Lindsay picked it up. Bringing it to her face she pressed it against her nose, letting the smell of him fill her senses. Tears stung her eyes, as she realized Danny had run away from her.
"I'm sorry." She said as her phone began to ring. Clearing her throat, she answered.
"Monroe." She tried to hide the hurt in her voice.
"Hey Lindsay, it's Mac. Is he there?" He too was nervous, she could hear it.
"Nothing, it looks like he's left. His overnight bag, and a bunch of his clothes are missing. I think he really just went away for awhile." She explained, knowing there is more to the story.
"Well, going AWOL isn't the way to do it." Frustration present.
"I think he's just going through some stuff and needs some time. Maybe it'll just be for a couple days." She lied.
"Yeah, come back to the lab. We'll deal with him if and when we have to. See you soon." Mac said as he ended the call.
"Yeah." She said to herself as she sat on Danny's bed.
Suceeding in staying awake, Danny lay across the hard floor of the van. He body ached, fear ripped through his muscles keeping them firm. Keeping his gaze on the man in the driver's seat, realization come over him. No one would know he is missing, he told Mac he needed time away. Dread came over him as the tears burned his cuts on his cheeks, he was going to die at the hands of a mad man, and there was nothing he could do.
"What do you want with me? Who are you?" He yelled out to the man driving.
"I knew I should have taped that mouth of yours shut." He said coolly, looking back at his victim on the floor of his van. "Don't worry about who I am. The answers will come."
"Did I put you in jail? Is this some sick form of revenge?" He yelled, blood coated his lips. He spit to rid his mouth of the blood. "What do you WANT?" He continued, he needed answers.
"I told you..." he attempted.
"No, I want answers!" Danny yelled, fear was pushing him to something else, bravery.
"You want answers, huh?" He asked, as the van suddenly pulled off the street. Turning into an alley way, the man got out the van and slammed the door. Danny braced himself for a fight as he opened the back door, kicking the man with all his strength, he fell backwards. Moving as quickly as he could he forced himself up and jumped over the man, luckily with his arms taped in front of himself he had better balance, and he kicked the man on the ground in the stomach before he turned and ran.
It's hard to be quick with a head injury, Danny learned fast as the man got up and began to chase. He was faster then Danny anticipated, tackling him to the ground wasn't hard and he fell forward with the man on top of him. He struggled as the man turned him over, hitting him with his taped hands he suddenly found himself unable to breath as his hands closed around neck. Gasping for air he fought, scratching the man's face and hitting him over and over.
"I told you to shut up!" He said and he leaned closer to Danny's face, as his struggle began to weaken as his eyes began to close. Suddenly he let go, as Danny sucked in large amounts of air gasping for breath, the man stood up. Reaching down and dragging Danny up by the hair.
"Ah!" Danny yelped, as he pulled him back to the van. Pulling the duct tape out and taping him securely around the feet, arms, and mouth.
For a second the man stopped and looked at Danny, who had tears in his eyes threatening to fall.
"Look kid, I can't promise you'll make it, but if you behave you might have a chance." He finished before pushing him to the floor and closing the van door.