Something didn't feel right, Mac couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Danny wouldn't take off the way he did, something was eating at him to run. The thought of suicide sat in the back of his skull, but he refused to believe it. Sitting at his desk, he thought about where he could be, and why. Racking his brain seem to be getting him no where.

"Mac, you wanted to see me?" He heard from the doorway.

"Hey Don, I have a problem. I need you to put an A.P.B. out on Danny's truck." He said plainly, not wanting any arguments.

"Whoa, what are you talking about?" Flack entered his office and leaned forward on his desk.

"I got a message from Danny, saying he needed some time and he didn't know when he would be back. Lindsay checked out his place and he's gone." Mac was worried, but hid it well.

"Then I'm sure he just needs some time, I don't think I should put out a missing person on the guy." Flack was nervous by the look in his co-worker's eyes.

"Just do it, please." Mac said as his phone began to vibrate on the desk, reading the message he stood up. "I have a scene. Let me know." He said walking past Flack and out the door.

"Sure." He said defeated as he left the room.

His head was spinning, he was tired and thirsty; his lips were bloody under the tape holding them shut. He tried to pretend he wasn't scared, but the truth was he was terrified. From what he knew, the man had no motive what-so-ever to kidnap him, up until that point he was cold and empty.

Danny felt the van begin to slow as the sun was blocked out by a wall.

"Home, sweet, home." He heard from the front seat as the van stopped and he got out. The back door opened once again, but this time, Danny sat still. "Get up." He said, but he couldn't move, the tape around his legs and arms made it impossible. Reaching forward the man grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up.

Yelling against the gag as pain ripped through his skull, he felt some of his hair rip.

"Shut up." He said without emotion as he pulled him from the van, letting him drop painfully to the ground landing squarely on his back, knocking the air from his lungs. "Whoops." He said with a laugh as Danny struggled to breath, once again.

Pulling a knife from his pocket, Danny began to struggle against the tape as tears fell from his eyes.

"Calm down." He said angrily as Danny moved to get away from him. Grabbing his legs the knife cut through the tape around his legs, before Danny could move, he sat on his legs putting his weight on them.

"Now, listen to me and listen good. I am going to kill you, but not yet. I have some work to do first, but if you stop struggling this will be easier for both of us. Understand?" He said pushing the knife to his throat, but not close enough to cut his flesh. "Understand?" He repeats, leaning closer. With his mouth still taped, Danny gave a nod. "Good. I'm going to take the tape off as soon as we get upstairs, if you behave. Got it?" Once again, Danny gave nod. "Good boy." He said standing up.

Once he stood over Danny, he reached down and pulled him up, this time by the shoulder. Pulling the gun from his coat, he pressed it against Danny's chest. "Turn around and start walking." He said, as Danny did what he was told. Fear stuck in his back like the cold metal of the .22 that the man held between his shoulder blades.

Walking through what looked like an abandoned warehouse, the CSI in Danny came alive, looking at things that could help him if he found a way to escape. Taking notes of boxes and hallways and lights, he nearly tripped as he came to a dusty cement staircase.

"Pay attention." He pushed the gun painfully into his back, walking up the stairs Danny realized how injured his body had become as the aches and pains shot through his legs and up to his stomach.

The door at the top of the stairs was dark, creepy. Danny felt dread as the man stopped in front and wrestled with keys, once the door was open, he pushed Danny through into the total darkness of the room. "Wait here." The man said in total darkness, even if he wanted to run, he couldn't see a thing. Closing the door behind him he was gone, Danny's knees shook from his weight as he began to drop. Before he hit the ground, the lights around the room came on, they were bright, and the change burned his eyes.

"What are ya fallin' asleep on me kid?" He said as he came back into the room. Kneeling down in front of Danny, he began to slowly remove the tape. "Now don't start screaming, no one will hear you out here anyways." For some reason he was being gentle not pulling too hard at the tape.

Once the tape was gone, Danny spit out the blood that was sitting on his tongue. Looking up at his capture, he became less afraid.

"Water?" He sucked in air, as his lips sat dry. "Please?" He asked, as he sat back on his heals, feeling weaker by the second.

"Yeah, why not." he replied as he cross the room to what looked like a kitchen, bringing back a cup of cool water. "Here." He said as Danny took the glass with his hands still taped together. The cool water almost burned his cut lips as he swallowed it down, gasping from his bruised throat.

"Thank you." He said once the liquid was gone.

"Don't thank me yet." He said taking a seat on a wooden chair near the door, leaning back he kept the gun aimed at Danny.

"I know, I've asked already, but seriously, what the hell is going on?" Danny was tired, he had yet to sleep and had taken more beatings in the last couple hours then he has in his lifetime.

"We're waiting on a call." He said plainly, as he rocked the chair back and forth.

"What do I have to do with it?" He pressed on.

"In time." He wasn't giving anything away.

"Was it me? Did I do something to you? I don't know who you are." He tried for answers, knowing he wasn't getting anywhere.

"No, you didn't. You've never seen me before, I think. Like I said, we're waiting on a phone call, so just relax." For some reason, he didn't seem as menacing here.

"Relax? You're kidding me right? You have a gun to my head, you've already tried to strangle me, and I'm pretty sure you cracked a couple ribs. Relaxing isn't much of an option." Sarcasm rolled off his tongue.

"Have you always been a comedian?" He snickered, laughing at his pain.

"Only if I have a good audience." He said as a wave of dizziness his him, as he brought his head to his hands.

The crime scene was a break and enter, Mac thought about Danny's situation the whole ride to the scene, something wasn't right, he just couldn't place it. Entering the scene he found most of his team hard at work.

"What'd we got?" He announced as he put his kit down and began placing gloves on his hands.

"Hey Mac, twenty-eight year old female. Andriana Forbes, found gagged and beated, sent to St. Mary's hospital. There are definite signs of forced entry the place as been trashed, and she lives alone so prints should be fun." Stella announced walking up to her collegue.

"Did you do overalls?" He asked, still looking around the scene.

"Of course." She smiled, she took a beat before continuing. "Mac, Lindsay told me about Danny. You don't think he's alright do you?"

"Something is off; it's not like him. But thats another convseration for another time, we have a crime scene to clear." He said getting down to business.

"Yeah. I'll... um, I'll go to the hospital and see if I can get some photos of her wounds. You need anything else?" Stella put a hand on Mac's arm.

"No, go ahead." He said as he set to work.

"Where were you going?" Danny's kidnapper asked.

"What?" Danny snapped back, annoyed.

"When I grabbed you, you had a bag. Where were you going?" Danny got the impression he was making small talk.

"I... I don't know." He answered, shaking his head.

"What do you mean you don't know?" He laughed.

"I mean, I don't know! I was... I was trying to get away." He answered as well as he could.

"From what?" He sounded confused.

"What you are a fucking kidnapper or therapist?" Danny yelled out, his head was aching.

"OK, no small talk. Got it." He said standing up from his seat and walking closer to where Danny sat on his knees. Squeezing his eyes shut, Danny leaned forward, willing his head to stop pounding in his ears. "I want you to know, that if I wasn't making sure good money off of you, I wouldn't do this."

"What?" Danny said looking up finally, finding the man standing over him.

"You are a cash cow. If I do what I'm told, and do it right, I'll be making 150 thousand in cash. So if you think that I am acting like I have a lot to loose, you'd be right." He smiled down at his victim.

"Whose paying you?" His body shook. "I have no way out, do I?"

"No, not really. I don't get paid until they have blood." He said looking at the gun in his hand.

"Great! That's just great." Danny said as he began to breath anger.

"Dude, calm down. Don't get all pissy on me." He said, putting his hands out defensively.

"Calm down? You're going to kill me, and I'm supposed to chill! Fuck you!" Danny spit out.

"Yeah, I guess I'd be pissed too." He said getting up and walking towards the phone. "Come on man!" He said in frustration.

"What's your name?" Danny asked.

"Why?"

"If you're going to kill me, I should at least know your name." He said, wiping the blood from around his eye with his sleeve.

"Derek." He answered. "And this wasn't something you've done. That much I know."

"Gee thanks." He said sarcastically as he feet began to go numb, so he moved his position.

"Hey, stay on your knees." He ordered. Danny sagged, unable to reajust. "Are you deaf or just stupid? I'm holding the gun, so do what you're told." Walking towards him fast.

"I guess I'm stupid." Danny said as his eyes fluttered, exhaustion taking it's toll.

Closing his eyes, he suddenly felt the gun pressed against the side of his head. "Get on your knees." His tone was sincere, and angry. Danny looked up at him and found himself staring down the long metal of the gun.

"You won't kill me yet, you're waiting on a phone call." He smiled in a cocky way, knowing he was right.

"Is that right?" He said before moving the gun to the side of his ear and firing off two shots.

"AH!" Danny yelled falling forward. The blast knocking his sound away, the popping and ringing in his left ear stung. Holding his head to his arm, he moaned in pain as his head pounded.

"I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you." He said moving back to his seat by the door. Danny leaned his head against the wooden floor before him as tears stung his skin, he couldn't hear anything but ringing as he sat back, on to his knees like he was instucted.

"It's going to be a long day, Detective." Derek smiled as he put feet up on a near by box to get comfortable. "Mostly for you though!" He finished with a laugh.