"Mac, you take the south entrance in, Lindsay and I will cover the north." He said into his phone as Flack pulled onto the gravel road of the old shipping yard in Queens.

"Got it, SWAT standing by with EMS." Mac announced, turning his attention back onto the road before him.

The gravel crunched under his tires as Mac and team pulled up to the road, from a distance Stella could see cars coming towards them.

"Mac look!" She said, pulling her gun from her holster. Mac stopped the truck, with Police cars blocking off of the exits, they took cover by the doors of their own vehicle. "Mac they're not slowing down!" Stella yelled across the car.

The black Lincolns sped towards the police, not showing any signs of stopping or slowing.

"Fire when ready!" Mac yelled, taking over the situation. With their vests tight to their chests and their heart in their hands they stood, waiting and ready. As the cars got closer the hairs on the back of Mac's neck stood tall, pretending he was not afraid, he thought only of helping Danny. "Fire!" He announced as the swarms of cops began firing at the dangerous cars as they bellowed towards them.

Taking out their tires, they began to swerve. The first car fishtailed and turned slamming into an empty train car; the back of the car jumped up as the collision was made. The second car continued straight for Mac's truck Stella and Mac jumped out of the way just as it stopped in front. Silence took over as the men in the car slowly got out of their vehicle, hands over their head.

"Help me!" A man said exiting the back seat of the car, he was well dressed he had blood on his hand.

"Hands above your head!" Stella yelled, walking towards the men who pulled their guns and dropped them to the ground before them.

"I have been held captive, thank you for finding me Detectives." The man said walking towards Mac with his hands out as if being saved.

"Judge James Marshal you are under arrest for Murder, Conspiracy, Fraud, Larceny, Bribery... shall I go on?" Mac said placing the cuff on his wrists.

"I don't know what you are talking about, I am a victim!" He yelled in outrage.

"Don't! Don't stand there and act innocent! Where is Danny Messer?" Mac screamed in his face, he was over playing it safe.

"I don't know what you are talking about." He said with his nose held high.

"Well guess what, we have proof of your corruption and you are going away for a long time. If I find out you laid one hand on his, so help me god I won't sleep until you get the needle." Mac said whispering in his ear. "Get this piece of shit out of here." He said pushing him toward a cop in uniform.

"Stella!" He said pointing back to the truck. "Let's go!" He finished as they jumped in the truck on their way to finish the job.

The road towards the warehouses was rough, Lindsay held on as Flack drove as fast as humanly possible. Finding Danny was now the only option, the demands were impossible and there was no other way to get Danny back alive, if they didn't find him. She knew what she had to do, as she opened her cell phone and called the lab.

"Adam, are we close?" She asked with a hurried tone.

"You are pretty much in the exact same place Danny was when we got cut off." Adam announced as his computers beeped. "Keep going South, there is a warehouse that has had a lot of activity in the last couple days."

"Adam says stay on this road." Lindsay said to Flack who had his eyes carefully on the road.

"You should be close." Adam said, as he tracked Lindsay's phone.

"I see it! It's right ahead." She said as she ended the call. As they got closer to the building, their heart rates sped to a fast halt. Stopping out front, they jumped from their truck pulling their guns off of their holsters as they did.

Running towards the warehouse with their guns aimed at the entrance, waiting for anything, they noticed movement as a man walked through the front doors, gun hanging loosely at his side.

"Drop your weapon!" Flack yelled, pointing his own gun at his head.

"Now, now Detectives. No need to get upset." Derek said coolly as he waved the gun around.

"I will blow you away, bitch! Drop the gun!" Flack said taking a step closer, afraid for his own sanity.

"Let me see... No. How about I tell you how this ends? How does that sound? Hum?" He said with a smile looking from Flack to Lindsay. "You have a decision to make, and it's not an easy one." Derek said taking a step to the side, away from the door.

"Stop moving, Drop the gun!" Flack said as Lindsay stood with her gun raised, he hands shaking as she did.

"We can stand here for a couple of minutes and I can give you a run around. Take my time, make my exit. All the while your friend lays on the cold cement floor slowly choking to death on his own blood. Alone. OR. You can let me walk away and save your friend from a very lonely death." He said holding his gun in his hand.

"You're lying." Flack shook with anger.

"Am I? Do you really want to gamble with Danny's life?" Derek asked as he took another step.

"I said don't fucking move. Where is he?" Flack said taking a step towards the building.

"Second floor." Derek said, looking at Flack for a decision. Flack looked at Lindsay and back at Derek.

"Get out of here." Flack said, dropping the aim of his gun.

"Good luck Detective." Derek smiled as he walked to his car parked not too far away.

Flack and Lindsay did not hesitate as they ran into the dark warehouse, looking for Danny. The cement staircase felt like a thousand feet high as they ran as fast as they could to the door at the top.

"Linds, wait." Flack whispered before she opened the door, he pulled his gun out, ready for any surprise attacks. Once he was ready she opened the door, Flack entered first gun drawn awaiting a surprise, looking down he found the surprise his heart was not ready for, Derek was not lying.

Danny lay on his back, blood pooling on the ground behind him, his lungs were flooded, his heart raced. He coughed and wheezed as air found it's way between blood in his throat.

"Flack!" Danny gasped as he choked, barely hanging on.

"Oh god, Dan." Flack said, putting his gun on his belt as he ran towards his friend.

"Danny!" Lindsay screamed, dropping to her knees by his head, he could barely open his eyes; the swelling in his cheeks so dark with bruises she barely recognized him. "Danny, help is on the way. Keep breathing." Lindsay said as calmly as she could as Flack picked up his radio and began yelling instructions as he pressed his hands on the gun shot wound on his chest.

"Linds-" Danny said as blood seeped out of his lips and nose.

"Don't talk Danny, save the air." She said holding his head up on her knees so air could make it's way down his windpipe. "Where is the ambulance?" She said turning to Flack.

"We don't have time, we gotta move him. Now!" Flack said pushing Lindsay out of the way as he picked Danny up by the shoulders. Lindsay automatically went to his legs and lifted him off of the ground as they pulled him out of the nightmare that was the warehouse. Flack looked down at Danny as his eyes rolled back into his head, no longer able to stay conscious as life leaked out of his chest. "Come on, Dan. Not yet, stay with us!" Flack yelled as he carefully maneuvered himself down the stairs, holding his friend, praying they made it to the hospital.

Once outside, they found that help had arrived. The ambulance stopped as Mac and Stella opened the door, helping Flack and Lindsay load him into the back. As his legs dropped to the gurney, Lindsay stepped out. Flack sat with him as the doors closed and the ambulance drove off to the hospital.

Watching the ambulance disappear down the road, Lindsay's body shook. Looking down at her hands and stomach, she found herself covered in blood. Danny's blood. She felt a hand on her shoulder and found Mac standing behind her.

"He has a good chance, Lindsay. You did good." He said with encouragement. His smile told her something else, he was pretending it was going to be alright, but she knew better.

"OK." Lindsay said, she was in shock. Looking up at Stella she turned and walked back towards the side of the warehouse, dizziness took over as she threw up with one hand leaning on the wall.

Stella and Mac looked on as Lindsay was sick, they knew there wasn't anything they could do for her. Not yet.