Mac sat with his knee bouncing up and down as Adam did everything he could to trace the call. The call being recorded, Mac waited patiently as he made his requests.

"What do you want?" Mac asked.

'I'm glad you finally came around. I need everything done in the next six hours or you will know what it's like to listen to a friend die. Do we understand each other?' Derek asked in an angry tone.

"Yes we do, tell me what you want?" Mac said desperately.

'I want one million dollars in unmarked bills, and I want Robert Harris released from prison with all charges dropped.' He said plainly.

"I'll see what I can do." Mac rubbed his forehead.

'No, you'll do it. Or...' He said as he heard Danny scream out in pain.

"Alright alright!" Mac yelled as he jumped up from his seat, Adam stared at him in shock.

'My colleagues will call you for a drop location, stay close to the phone.' He said as he ended the call.

Mac dropped the phone on the table and put his hands on the back of his neck.

"We're screwed." He said looking up at Adam.

"We were close, I almost got the location. We know he is in Queens." Adam explained.

"Almost isn't good enough, Adam!" Mac yelled as he stood up and picked up his blackberry.

"Who are you calling?" Adam asked as the computer went through more information.

"Lindsay, Danny told me to check on her." He said as he dialed her phone number.

'Monroe?' She answered.

"What's going on?" He said getting to the point.

'I can't talk on the phone Mac, I'll be in the lab in five minutes. Get the team together.' Lindsay hung up before Mac could ask.

"What the fuck is going on today?" Mac said throwing his hands in the air, Stella walked into the A/V lab behind him.

"I think I have an idea." She said spreading papers across the desk. "Last week District Attory Jason Forbes was found stabbed to death in his Upper East Side apartment, this morning his daughter was found nearly beaten to death in her mid town apartment."

"Not half, she's dead." Hawkes said entering the room. "Doc called about ten minutes ago, blunt force to the head." He said standing beside Mac.

"We've got bigger problems then that." Mac said putting his hands on his hips and facing the team. "Danny has been abducted."

"What?" Echoed around the room.

"Flack and I have been working on it, we suspected foul play, and then we got a phone call with demands. Who ever took Danny is behind these murders, and they don't play nice."

"No, they don't." Lindsay said entering the room. "I've been called by the person that took Danny, he wants me to destroy evidence in a federal murder case."

"Let me guess, Jason Forbes." Stella said.

"Exactly." She said looking down at her feet. "If we give into the demands or not they are going to kill Danny."

"She's right, we have to work on finding Danny before the deadline." Hawkes said as he looked through the files for a clue.

"And what if we can't?" Lindsay said looking to Mac for answers.

"We don't have a choice." Mac said firmly to the team. "Danny's life is depending on us."

He felt like the air was being sucked out of the room, his broken body was draining him of the energy he had left. Danny felt the broken pieces of his rib dig into his skin as he lay on his side, gasping for air.

"You don't sound good." Derek said, from his seated position by the door.

"I... can't... breath." Danny gasped out, squeezing his eyes shut hoping the pain would pass.

"Sit up." Derek ordered.

"I can't." He breathed deep, trying to relax but failing.

"It'll help you breath." Derek said crossing the room, grabbing Danny by the sleeve of his coat he pulled his body off of the floor, pushing him into a sitting position. "Better?" He asked, kneeling in front of him.

"Why... do you care?" Danny asked through his ragged breathing. As his lungs seemed to inflat better in his new position.

"I don't, but you can't die before the deadline." He said as he moved back to his seat.

"Wonderful." Danny replied. "Who are you doing this for?"

"I'm sick of talking, take a nap or somethin'." He replied as he picked up an old magazine and began to read.

"Not likely. Did they kill your family for something?" Danny pressed.

"Shut up." He said calmly as he flipped through the pages.

"Or is it your brother you are destroying evidence for? What have you lost?" Danny asked more, he was quiet, his body ached, but he needed answers.

"Shhh..." Derek said finally looking up at him.

"No, I want to know who I'm dying for." Shifting slightly for better comfort. "Who am I dying for?" He said this time louder, opening the cuts that lined his lips, he suddenly tasted blood again.

"You don't learn do you?" He said dropping the magazine.

"Listen, I get it. I disobey I get beat, I'm not afraid any more I just want answers. Please?" Danny begged as Derek stood up and walked towards him. Pulling the gun out from his waist band, Danny flinched, instead of breaking another bone in his face, he pulled a wooden box closer and sat down on it, still holding the gun to Danny's chest.

"I had a son about your age; his name was Joseph. He died a couple months ago, shot like a sick dog in a parking lot in Jersey. Point blank in the back of the head." He looked down at Danny's broken body and suddenly felt guilty.

"I'm sorry." Danny said sincerely.

"Why, you didn't know him?" He said defensively. "The people that had him killed, did it to send a message to me. They killed my boy because I owed some money."

"Who? Who did you owe money to?" He moved, holding his chest as he did.

"Jason Forbes." Derek answered coldly.

"The district attorney?"

"Yes, he doesn't have a clean jacket, he was a ruthless son-of-a-bitch. When I found out it was him, I did the only thing I could think of, I stabbed him in the heart. I stabbed him, and I looked him in the eye as he choked on his own blood and I told him why he was dying. When he was gone, I stabbed him again and again, I don't know why I did it. But I did."

"Did it didn't make you feel better?" Danny said looking up at the man, blood dripped off of his chin.

"For a moment." He answered honestly. "Until they had youngest boy arrested for Murder One, they framed him against me. They told me if I came forward they'd kill him anyway."

"Who else are you working with?" Danny asked as he spit blood out to the floor beside him.

"Daniel some times it's better to be left in the dark." He said leaning forward and patting him on the head.

"Why do I have to die?"

"Danny we all die. You are dying to save my son." Derek smiled.

"Let me go, I'll make sure you get out of town. I'll help you! Just let me go!" Danny pleaded, sitting forward he hissed at the pain in his chest.

"No." He said again, standing up and moving back to the door.

"Why not?" He pressed on.

"I told you, the answers will come." Derek said sitting back down and once again began flipping through the magazine when the phone rang once again.

"Yeah?" He Answered, he had no emotion in his tone. Danny felt his body begin to shake. "I got him, I told you not to worry about it." His anger was rising. "Has there been one problem with this plan yet? Yeah that's what I thought. I'm getting your money so do what I say and things will work out."

He was distracted, his back was turned; Danny took a deep breath, looking around the room. 'You can do this.' He thought to himself. As quiet as he could he began to move, standing too a lot of effort, especially attempting to do so without crying out in pain.

"You don't seem to trust me, do you?" Derek said on the phone, still not noticing Danny behind him.

Making to the door as quietly as he could, he turned the knob, his hands we still taped together made it difficult to move.

"HEY!" He heard from behind him, no longer worrying about silence, Danny threw open the door making a dash for the stair case.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Derek screamed as he dropped the phone and took chase. Saving his air, Danny ran as fast as his weak legs would take him. Making to the top of the stairs, Derek caught up grabbing at his hair as they lost their balance. Rolling in a heap down the long cement steps, Danny banged and cracked his body as he went.

"Jesus!" Derek said, landing at the bottom with a huff.

Danny felt cold, he could barely move, his chest was tight. Gasping for breath he saw Derek not to far away, with what energy he had left he began to crawl away.

"What the fuck?" Derek said standing up, hissing at the pain as he limped towards Danny. "What the fuck are you doing?" He said reaching down, grabbing Danny by the hair.

"Ah!" Danny screamed bringing his hands to his head, as Derek pulled him to his feet.

"Get up, you stupid son-of-a-" He screamed, but was cut off by Danny kicking him in his damaged knee. "Ah!" He screamed as he fell to the ground. "I'm going to enjoy killing you!" He said grabbing his injured knee.

Danny limped away, painfully and as fast as he could. Getting a head start helped, reaching a large wall, he hid as he began to bite through the tape around his wrists. His badly beaten body was beginning to fail him as he leaned against the wall listening for his attacker to give chase. When he heard nothing, he placed a hand on his aching abdomen, only to find blood.

Danny looked down, pulling up his shirt he found a large gash above his hip bone, blood was dripping freely over his fingers as he pressed on the wound, moaning as he did. A tear escaped his eye, as he pulled his shirt back down, keeping a hand on his bleeding stomach.

"Where are you, bitch!?" Derek screamed as he limped through the warehouse. "I'm going to find you, and when I do only god can help you!"

Danny knew then, if he didn't get out of there, he was going to die.