"Something about this crime scene is not adding up." Hawkes said looking around. "The girl is in University, she has no money. It just doesn't make sense. Why would someone make it look like a robbery?" He questioned as Mac stood next to him wondering the same thing.

"You're right, it's just not adding up." He agreed as his phone began to ring. "Taylor?"

"Hey Mac, It's Don. You were right, somethin' is definitely going on with Danny." Flack said, he sounded nervous.

"What happened?" He said turning and walking out of the crime scene.

"Uniform found his truck, some teenagers went for a joy ride, pulled um over on the West side." Flack took a second before continuing. "Mac, Uniform said he found blood on the drivers side."

"Do they know anything? Where is Danny?" He raised his voice, unintentionally. Hawkes looked up suspiciously.

"They said they found the truck on West 79th street with the keys in the ignition, that's outside Danny's building. I have been trying to call him all morning, and there is no answer. I'm putting out a missing person on Danny, something is going on Mac." He said nervously.

"Alright, I sent Lindsay there this morning she should be back at the lab by now. I'll get her there for processing." Mac said as he shut his phone and took a deep breath. Turning around he found Hawkes eyes staring at him.

"Mac, what's up?" He knew something was off.

"Danny is missing." He said bluntly. Three words caught him off guard.

"What?" He said taking a step back in shock. "What happened?"

"Flack found his truck, there was blood present and he's not answering his phone. I got a strange message from him this morning, but... I don't know. Something is sitting weird." Mac said not once looking at his co-worker, as his mind switched to CSI mode.

Suddenly a phone began to ring, Hawkes and Mac took turns looking at their own phones, niether of them had a call. Looking around the apartment Mac found a phone sitting among the mess. Placing gloves on his hands he picked up the phone, flipping it open, he heard a voice.

"Detective Taylor, I've been meaning to call you all morning." The voice said happily.

"Who is this?" He said without emotion.

"Just an old friend. By now you have probably realized that Detective Messer won't be coming into work today, you see, he's a little tied up." Something about his tone, told Mac that he was more then tied.

"What do you want?" Mac asked, as he and Hawkes listened to the conversation.

"In time you'll know all the sexy little details but for now, I call the shots."

"I want to know that my Detective is still alive and unharmed. I want proof." Anger was rising.

"Oh, that might be a problem. Our friend can be... let's say rough, but he is alive. I will have him call you with proof, until then I hope you enjoy the present I left you in this fine upscale student apartment. G'day." He said ending the call.

"What does he mean present?" Hawkes said.

"Get out of here. NOW!" Mac said as he and Hawkes began to run from the apartment.

By the time they reached the door, the explosion had began, throwing debris in their direction. Loosing his balance Mac was throw, hitting a wall.

"Shouldn't be too much longer." He said staring at the phone.

"What do they have on you?" Danny asked, talking kept him awake.

"What?" He said giving him an angry look.

"Do you really think they are going to pay you? They'll probably kill you as soon as your job is done." He said shifting his knees to get comfortable.

"I doubt it." He said looking at the phone.

"What makes you so sure? You've done all the dirty work, it'd be easy to pin this whole thing on you."

"You are assuming we'll get caught, trust me. It won't happen." Derek said, shifting around and leaning his elbows on his knees.

"I've been doing this job long enough to know that you'll get caught. You've been sloppy." Danny smirked.

"I know what you're doing. You're trying to scare me so I'll let you go." He rubbed his neck nervously.

"Whatever works. I'm telling you, this is going to fall through." He continued.

"Well if that's the case, I'm already going down for murder, what's one more?" He said with a smile.

"What? Who else have you killed?" His feet were numb.

"Don't worry about it." He leaned back again.

"Listen I know you're gun happy and love any excuse to break my cheek bone, but I can't feel my lower body, can I move?" Danny asked honestly. Derek looked him over, took a second before answering.

"Fine. But don't try anything stupid." He said waving the gun.

"What the hell could I do to threaten you? My ass is numb!" Danny said sarcastically.

Instead of beating him, Derek laughed. "Good point." He said with a chuckle. Danny moved from his position to sitting flat on the floor, his hands were still taped tight in front of him. Once positioned he let out a deep breath of relief as the phone began to ring.

Derek jumped and answered it. "Yeah?"

Danny watched from his seated position.

"Already?... OK forty minutes, then I make the call? Why forty?... Alright alright! Fine! I'll do it!... I Said I'll do it!" He yelled as the call ended, slamming it down on the receiver.

"Wrong number?" Danny smirked.

"Shut up!" He said as he began to pace. "Fuck!" He yelled out.

"Having a bad day?" For some reason Danny had a new wave of courage and decided that making a joke of his abductor was the way to use it.

"Do you listen? I said SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He yelled.

"No you just said 'shut up' you added the rest." He smiled.

This time Derek looked down at Danny, his menacing gaze caused goosebumps to form over Danny's body. As if making a decision Derek crossed the room and hit Danny as hard as he could with the gun, across the face. Succeeding in finally breaking his cheek bone.

Falling backwards, time moved slowly, it felt like he was moving in single frames as the back of his head hit the floor. He tasted blood, he felt the warm stickiness of his own blood coat his face, his eyes were heavy.

"Try mouthin' off now." He said leaning over him, he grabbed the front of Danny's shirt pulling him off of the ground. "Now, say you're sorry, or I'll start breaking you're teeth off one by one." He shook Danny's barely conscious body.

"SAY IT!" He screamed in his face. Danny could barely lift his head, as Derek shook him.

"I'm... sorry." He said as blood lined his lips, his eyes fluttered, he was tired.

"Good." He said dropping him to the floor.

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