"Where are we at?" Lindsay asked Adam sitting down beside him.

"I'm getting closer, it was a land line. If he had called from a cell phone and he left it on, we'd be knocking at his door right now." Adam explained as he worked.

"We have to find him Adam." She said sadly, looking at the computer monitors in front of her.

"We will." Adam said, putting a hand on her wrist, he smiled. Lindsay tried her best, but she knew she wore he worry well.

"Lindsay, did the man on the phone say anything else?" Flack asked as Stella and him looked through old case files.

"No." She got up and moved towards them. "I don't understand, why can't we fake it?" She asked.

"Because even if we were to get temporary release of Robert Harris, the media would be all over it and there is no way this city is going to hand over a mil for ransom." Flack explained.

"What if we don't get it from the city? There are other ways!" Lindsay was becoming desperate.

"We have to be realistic here Linds, there is a good chance that even if we get the money, they'll kill Danny before we get to exchange it." Stella said with pain in her voice.

"We can't just give up." Lindsay said fighting back tears.

"No one is giving up, we just... we just don't want to get our hopes up." Flack said, sitting down, his feet could no longer hold the truth.

"Whoa, I think I got something!" Adam said excitedly from the other side of the room.

"What? What is it?" Lindsay said running back to him.

"The person who called Mac the first time came from a cell phone belonging to... ah, a Mr. James Marshal." Adam said looking up the number.

"James Marshal?" Flack said, taken back. "As is Jim Marshal? As in Judge Jim Marshal?"

"Oh my god." Stella said looking around the room. "Danny has been kidnapped by a Supreme Court Judge?"

"Wait I don't understand? If a Judge, with many hands on the law, is the person behind all this, then why didn't he just get Robert Harris released himself?" Lindsay said, "He could have easily got that evidence destroyed."

"He did." Mac said entering the room. "I just went down to lockup, apparently a lawyer had all of the case files and evidence picked up this morning. This guy was sending Lindsay on a wild goose chase, he wanted her occupied. I don't know what the hell is going on."

"What are we going to do?" Stella asked, looking at Mac.

"Adam- I want you to track down where that number called from, I don't care how you do it. Get it done, call NASA if you have to. Lindsay- I need you to go back to DNA and see if they found any blood at the scene that wasn't Danny's or our Victim. Flack and Stella, we're going to talk to Mr Jacob Robinson and see what he did with this evidence. This is all hands on deck, not other case until Danny is home. Got it?"

"Got it." The team said in unison as they made their exits.

Knowing his position was not going to be safe for long, Danny began to sneak through the warehouse, ducking behind boxes as he went. The sounds of Derek yelling were getting quieter as he moved through the dusty boxes and crates. His side pulsed with pain every step he took, air was in shorter supply as he willed his body to keep moving. The blood from his wound was beginning to dry, coating his stomach and hands with a warm stickiness that made him ill. He was a mess.

Seeing sunlight, relief washed itself through Danny's entire body as he looked over his shoulder to make sure he was still alone. Speeding up his limp he made it to the broken window, looking out he found himself next to water, from the bridge down the river, he knew it was the Hudson. The broken window made his escape a difficult one, shards of glass stuck out from the frame. Breaking it would be too noisy, so Danny began pulling large pieces of glass off of what was left of the window. Once removed, he found himself enough space to push his broken body through without further injury.

Pulling his wounded body up to the windows edge, his muscles shook violently. He felt as if he had gone ten rounds with a cement wall, he did not want to see his reflection knowing it would only strike more fear into his heart as pain racked his body. Lifting himself higher he felt sharp pains biting him with ever twist and turn, he couldn't help but let out a soft cry of pain as he pulled his shoulders through.

"Almost there, come on." He said, willing himself to continue. Once his shoulders were through, the hard part was over, outside the window he found large wooden crates nearly even with the windows edge. Rolling out onto the crates, he sucked in a deep breath as he rolled onto his back. Filling his lungs with oxygen he felt his body gathering energy, breathing deep to keep his heart in check, he shook. The sun was bright it burned his eyes, focusing in the light he had no idea what time a day it was, or how long he's been missing, he did know he had to run.

Forcing himself into a sitting position he moved his way off of the crates, his feet hit the ground and his knees shook as he began to jog along the side of the large warehouse. Reaching the end he stopped and peered around the corner, only to find a black Lincoln pulling up to the side of the building. The windows were tinted and he could not see who was in the car, he had no plans on sticking around to see who they were. Turning on his heal, he began running in the direction he came from as fast as his feet would take him.

Lindsay paced back and forth across the DNA lab as the tech worked feverishly for results. Her feet were beginning to hurt as her stepped seemed heavier, everything seemed heavier. The only thoughts were of Danny floating around her head, she planned on killing whoever was responsible for his pain, she wanted to hurt them, she wanted them to feel everything she was feeling.

"Got it!" Felix said, the new DNA tech.

"What?" Lindsay said, noticing she had been biting her nails as she paced.

"DNA on Danny's car, there was another male present." He explained, pulling the paper out of the printer.

"Who?" She said grabbing it from his hands roughly.

"Ouch!" He said, nursing a fresh paper cut. "No exact match in the system, but I do have a partial match to someone who is." He said sucking on his finger.

"I'm not in the mood for this, who?" Lindsay said angrily.

"Seven marks in common with a Robert Harris, possibly his father, who was charger with Murder One last month." Felix said with a smile.

"Oh my god!" Lindsay said pulling Felix in and kissing him roughly on the cheek. "Perfect! Good job!" She said before turning and running out of the room.

"You're welcome?" Felix said with confusion as he continued nursing the small cut on his hand.

Mac, Stella and Flack were past being professional, walking into the the large gray building that held most of New York Cities most profitable lawyers, the flashed their badges before barging into the large wooden doors of Jacob Robinson's office.

"Mr. Robinson, I have some questions." Mac announced before the door stopped swinging.

"I beg your pardon?" The older man asked as he sat comfortably behind his desk.

"Why did you have the evidence in the Jason Forbes case pulled this morning?" Flack said with a menacing glare.

"I don't think I need to be answering to you." He said with indignant as he stood from his desk. "Please get out of my office." He declared as he walked towards the door.

"We aren't going anywhere until we get some answers." Stella said as she shut the doors behind her.

Looking at the detectives that surrounded him, he stopped and took a breath. "What would you like to know?"

"My detective, Danny Messer, was kidnapped this morning outside of his apartment. What do you know about that?" Mac asked still as angry as when he answered.

"I know noth-" He answered, before being cut off.

"Bullshit. We know you signed out the evidence, which we were contacted about to have destroyed. Who are you working with?" Flack's eye were red with anger.

"Please sit down Detectives, we have a lot to catch up on." He said returning to his chair.

"We don't have time! We have four hours or they are going to kill him! What DO you know?" Mac spat.

"I have evidence against Jason Forbes and the corruption that has been going through the supreme court for the last decade. Jason's murder was the one stick of proof I have against him. I have been trying to take that son-of-a-bitch Jim Marshal down for years. I signed out the evidence because I have reason to believe that Robert Harris was framed for the murder to cover up something worse that has to do with his father and Forbes." Jacob explained as he went through some files on his desk.

"Whose father? Harris?"

"Yes, his name is Derek. He owed Forbes some money, when he couldn't pay he had his son murdered. To clear it up he told Derek that if he paid him a million dollars, he would let him live. Things got a little ugly when Derek stabbed Forbes in the chest."

"How do you know all this?" Stella asked.

"I have my resources, I work alone. You see, I don't want to die." He smiled at Stella.

"I gotta say, this is pretty courageous and stupid." Flack said.

"You're right, but when I was younger, I signed up for this job it is because I believe in Justice, I believe in the better good, and it's one Judge like Marshal that will take pay offs from cops, mob bosses, and low lives just so he can have a summer house in Miami. I'm sick of these bastards." He said angrily.

"You have to help up find our guy." Mac said leaning forward on his desk and looking him in the eye.

"I'll do what I can." He said with sincerity.

His lungs hurt from running, his body battled against him as he fought to keep going. The warehouses were never ending as he dodged between train cars and boxes and old cars as he looked for a road, or a phone, or a person he could use to get help. Finally stopping, he found his hands shaking as the salt in his sweat burned the cuts that covered his body in various spots. His breathing sounding more and more like a wheeze as his broken ribs pushed against his skin.

"God help me." He said between ragged breath as he heard the sound of crunching gravel close by. Jumping behind a large train car, he listened carefully, waiting for someone to come into view.

"What the fuck? Where is this guy!" He heard a familiar voice scream from the car, as it drove through the cars.

"You're the fuck up, that let him get away!" He heard a new voice. Danny slid down to the ground sitting so no one could see him.

"I told you, we'll find him. Stop running your mouth and get out and start lookin'." Derek said as he stopped the car. Danny heard the sounds of feet on gravel, and his nerves stood up on alert. If he had to run again he wasn't sure how far he could make it.

"Here kitty, kitty, kitty." Danny heard the second voice whispering as the crunch in the gravel got closer. Looking around for anything he could use as a weapon, he noticed a metal pipe not to far away. Reaching for it was harder the he imagined, his ribs were broken, he kept forgetting as he pulled the pipe in keeping it ready for an attack.

"Where are you?" He said once again, Danny noticed that his tone was more then terrifying, he even sounded like a murderer. He wasn't far off now, he could hear him breathing. "Come on out and play, I won't even hurt you." He said as Danny slowly stood up, flat against the train car.

"Gotcha!" The man said jumping around the corner as Danny swung the pipe as hard as he could, hitting him across the skull with a sickening crack. He went down easily, Danny was sprayed with his blood as his head hit the gravel.

"Oh fuck!" Danny said dropping the pipe, looking at the man on the ground before him. "Oh, no, no, no!" He panicked. Kneeling down next to him, he took his pulse, he realized he had killed him.

"Jesse?" He heard Derek scream.

"Shit, shit... Damnit!" Danny said as he scrambled to get to his composure. Looking down, he saw that he had dropped his gun when Danny hit him. Picking it up, he looked it over, it was loaded. Patting him down he found a life line; in his back pocket he found a cell phone. Stuffing the phone in his pocket, he got up and began to run once again. Away from the body, away from Derek and away from his death.