Flack pulled his badge off of his belt loop as he walked into the crime scene. Firefighters had arrived and were doing their part to put out the fires. Mac and Hawkes sat on a gurney as paramedics looked them over for wounds, cuts and bruises but they seemed OK.

"What the hell happened Mac!?" Flack asked looking up at the blow apartment.

"It was a set up, Danny's been abducted. They are calling within the hour for proof of survival." He answered adding a hiss of pain as a paramedic began bandaging up the cut on his forehead.

"Jesus. I have Stella processing the truck and Lindsay went back to Danny's to see if she can find anything. Who are these people? What do they want?" He put his hands on his hips.

"I don't know, but whoever they are, they planned this. I don't know how well." Mac got off of the gurney and began to walk with Flack. "This cell phone is our only connection to Danny, I need to run a trace and see if we can find the origin of the call. I'm heading back to the lab." He said looking for his keys. "Damn it! My kit and everything was in the scene!" He said angrily.

"Don't worry about it, we'll get you a lift. How's Hawkes?"

"Fine, just some stitches. I gotta get to the lab, he could call any time."

"Alright." Flack said giving him the keys to his own car. "Go."

"Let me know if anything comes up."

"I will." Flack said, taking a second they looked at each other realizing how bad the situation was unfolding. They both knew there wasn't going to be a happy ending, they just didn't know for who.

Lindsay searched as hard as she could for any kind of evidence in his apartment, she couldn't find any. There was nothing to suggest he was taken from his front door.

"GOD DAMN IT!" Lindsay yelled at the top of her lungs and kicked a table. Looking down at the mess she made, she found a photo of her and Danny smiling up at her. "I'm so sorry." She said as tears welled up her eyes. Holding the photo close, she felt her phone begin to vibrate.

Clearing her throat, she took a second and answered.

"Monroe."

"Hello Beautiful." The man stated.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" She asked as she stood up from her position.

"No, no, but you will. I have someone who would like to say 'Hello'." He said in a menacing tone, "Say Hello Detective." She heard shuffling in the background.

"Lindsay don't do anything he says!" Danny yelled out.

"I said Hello, idiot." He said away from the speaker with the distinctive sound of slapping.

"Danny!" Lindsay yelled as her heart began to beat painfully against her chest. "What do you want? Please don't hurt him!" Lindsay begged as tears finally fell down her cheek.

"Maybe. I have some requests, and I need them attended to, as soon as possible. If they are done then I will see about releasing Detective Messer."

"I'll do it, if I have your word that he will be released." She said firmly, staying strong for Danny.

"I can't promise that, Ms. Monroe, but what I can promise is that Detective Messer will be in a lot of pain before he dies if you don't do what you are asked."

Lindsay's body shook with fear, taking a second to clear her head, he continued.

"From the history I can tell you care for this man, I don't think you would like him to live through hell because you ignored my requests. Kind of selfish, don't you think?"

"What do you want?" She said after taking a second.

"Oh you're still there, how comforting." He let out a deep breath. "I need a small favour, just a little one. You remember a couple weeks back there was a murder in midtown of a high priced attorney?"

"Yeah, Jason Forbes. What about it?" She asked.

"You are going to find all of the evidence collected in that murder case and destroy it." He was blunt, his tone menacing.

"Are you nuts? That's a federal case!" Lindsay was in shock.

"You're correct. I have no doubt the accused will be sentenced to death, most likely lethal injection. Which is exactly why this is important. I need you to collect and destroy. If anyone, I mean anyone, finds our about our arrangement I'll put a bullet straight through lover boy's heart. Are we clear?"

"There is no way I am going to get clearance to get near that evidence. Not a chance." Lindsay put her hand to her forehead in a panic, she was at wits end.

"Well, you have six hours to get it done. So you better figure it out. Good luck Ms. Monroe." He said as he ended the call. Lindsay stared at her phone in disbelief, six hours to destroy evidence on a case she didn't work or have any connection to in any way. She was screwed and she knew it.

Danny sat on the floor listening to the conversation, there was no way Lindsay would be able to pull this off, even if she had clearance. She was too good a cop, and too good a person to let someone get away with murder.

"So that's your plan huh? Destroy the evidence, kill me and run off into the sunset?" Danny said, as pain throbbed throughout his body.

"Something like that. Besides, that's just part one." Derek answered sitting back in his chair. "Ten minutes." He announced looking at his watch.

"What happens in ten minutes?" Danny asked, as he felt the cut on his cheek.

"We call your boss so you can say goodbye to your friends." He said folding his arms across his chest.

"What are you talking about, you said she has six hours to destroy the evidence?" Danny stared at the man.

"She does." He smiled.

"What are you doing?" Fear stabbed his chest.

"This isn't about you! OK, it's not about you, or her, or the murder of Jason Forbes. It's bigger then that." Derek said standing up, he began to pace across the wood floor. "Do you really think the NYPD cares about one beaten cop? They couldn't care less about you! You see Danny, I'm different then your everyday psychopath. Those people have something to loose. It doesn't matter whether I live, you live, you're little girlfriend lives. I don't care about the money. I don't care about the 'Respect' of human life. When you have lost everything, survival doesn't mean anything. Which is what you are going to learn today." His eyes were dead, there was nothing but hatred behind them.

"You're going to kill everyone aren't you?" Danny asked, but in truth he was afraid of the answer.

"Yes, I am." He took a beat. "But it's not just me. I'm just part of it, I'm part of it because I don't care anymore."

"What happened to you?" Danny asked, trying to get closer to the man.

"Something you'd never understand." He looked away, "Two minutes."

"Who is doing this? Who are you working with?" Danny asked again.

"No one you care about. One minute." He answered looking at his watch.

"Give me answers! Please?" Danny pleaded.

"Time's up." He said picking up the phone as he began dialling.

Danny watched as he stood patiently rocking back and forth on the phone, waiting for someone to answer.

'Taylor?' Mac answered.

"Detective Taylor, how are you today?" He asked cheerfully. Danny noticed how his tone changed as the conversation began.

'Who is this? What do you want?' He asked as calm as he could.

"My name is Derek and I am holding Danny Messer, against his will." He smiled at his victim sitting on the floor with his wrists taped.

'I want proof he is alive, put him on the phone.' Mac demanded.

"Feel like talking Danny Boy?" He said putting the receiver down on the table and walking toward Danny. Grabbing Danny by the hair, forcing him to his feet.

"Ah!" He yelped as he was practically dragged him across the floor.

"Talk." Derek said holding the gun to his neck, the phone with the other.

"Mac?"

'Danny, are you alright?' Mac asked in a hurried tone.

"Not really." He said looking at his capture at the gun pressed to his throat, already covered in bruises.

'We're going to find you, answer with yes or no. Do you know where you are?'

"No." He answered, looking into Derek's eyes, not knowing what he would do next.

'OK, listen we have everyone on this. We will get you back. I promise.' Mac said.

"Mac, check on Lindsay!" He blurted before the phone dropped and Derek slammed him painfully into the wall. Pinning him face first, he began to beat him with his fists in his back and abdomen. "No! Stop, please stop!" Danny screamed as tears began to fall down his face, he couldn't hide his pain any longer. When the beating stopped Danny slid down the wall and began to sob.

"As I was saying Detective Taylor, I have a few requests." Derek said, out of breath.

'Let him go, and we'll talk.' Mac said, after hearing the beating he was now terrified.

"I have some fucking requests. Do them and Messer might survive this phone call!" He screamed as he raised the gun and cocked the weapon.

'What do you want?' Mac gave in.

"That's what I thought." He said, as he lowered the gun.