A/N: UPDATED UPDATED UPDATED (does happy dance). This chapter is told from Flack's point of view.

Don't own them, never will, original characters belong to me, song belongs to Dido, haven't we been through this already?

Reviews always welcome and very much appreciated.

I've still got sand in my shoes
And I can't shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you
But, why would I want to
I know we said goodbye
Anything else would've been confused

But I wanna see you again

Sand in My Shoes- Dido

I barged into Mac's office, about ready to rip his head off. I was the one who had given him my casebook when my partner, Dean Truby, went down as a dirty cop. Because of that Clay Dobson's conviction was overturned, and he was back out on the street. He'd already killed one girl, Emma Pierce, and now he was after another girl. He'd kept her hidden, and it was almost impossible to find her.

Clay Dobson had a vicious M.O. He would keep these girls, petite, brunette, a lot like my wife Angela, hidden, and when he was ready to kill them, he would cut their eyelids off so that his face was the last they saw. Emma Pierce's head, he'd wrapped in packing tape to make it nearly impossible to identify her, and I couldn't help but be furious at the fact that at any moment I know that it could have been Angela if I wasn't careful.

"Are you having fun saying 'I told you so'?" Mac asked me.

Oh if you could only understand just how much I wish I could split your lip open right now Mac.

"No," I answered. "But do you realize how close Angela could have come to Clay?" I bit my lip. "Angela's a brunette, she's petite, that's Clay's preference, and above all she's deaf! If Dobson got his hands on her do you know what would happen?"

"I don't have…"

"She's deaf, Mac! She wouldn't be able to scream! He'd kill her and then taunt me with her body!" I could barely control myself. "If we don't get him it's not only this girl, but my two girls could be next."

"Two?" Mac answered. "Angela and…"

"Angela and Charlotte, Mac. Who else would I mean?" I nearly shouted. "He won't just stop at Angela; he'll go for Charlotte too." I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. "I worked too hard and for too long for my two girls to see that shit bag kill this girl and then go after my wife and daughter."

"He hasn't even touched those two," Mac tried to reason with me. "How do you know he would do it?"

"Oh believe me, he would," I answered. "He knows I'm connected to you Mac, he won't stop until we make him stop." I fought the tears back. "I gave you my case book and that got his conviction overturned. If he does anything it's on my head, and I'm shit out of luck."

"All of the convictions through Truby will probably be overturned, Don. Dobson's was just first in line."

"You know, that's great…" I replied, sarcasm dripping through my voice. "Just imagine how many murderers and child molesters we're going to have out there thanks to that case book."

"Hey!" Mac brought me back to reality. "We'll get him, and we'll lock him away for good this time."

"How are we gonna get him?"

"We find this girl, and then we corner him."

I went home to Angela and my daughter that night, and I held her as tight as I ever had before. I was never going to let anything happen to either of them. If Clay Dobson came anywhere near Angela or Charlotte I'd kill him with my bare hands, job and badge be damned.

Angela could tell something was wrong. Before we went to bed that night she asked what this guy was capable of. Of course, I had never hidden anything from her, so I told her the truth. I told her that she was his type; brunette, petite, and because she was deaf she was more vulnerable. I told her that Charlotte was vulnerable because she was a little girl, and since they were connected to me I worried for their safety.

"If you like, we could always stay at my mother's for a while… until this guy is off the streets." she signed.

That wasn't a bad idea. "How far from New York does your mom live again?"

"She's in New Jersey." Angela signed to me.

"Good, that's far enough. How's about packing Charlotte and yourself a few bags and heading out there as soon as is humanly possible?" My sin language had become progressively better since I'd married her. I was able to communicate with her in full, complete sentences, unlike before, when my sentences were choppy and slow.

"Now?" she asked. "Don, are you out of your mind?"

"I want you and Charlotte to be safe…" I insisted. "Dobson is dangerous, and if he gets a hold of you we're both done."

"I won't leave you here alone."

"You're the mother of my child, Angela. You're my wife! Please, make sure you and Charlotte are safe. First thing tomorrow I'm going to drive you two to Jersey and you stay with your mom. Please?" I begged her. "I never want anything to happen to you. If I lost you I don't know what I'd do." I brought her lips to mine and kissed her.

"Okay," she caved in. "Tomorrow we'll go to my mother's."

She packed her things and Charlotte's diaper bag, and early in the morning, the three of us drove to New Jersey.

"Daddy, I don't want you to go!" Charlotte begged me as I kissed Angela goodbye and gave my thanks to her parents for taking them in on such sort notice.

"Charlotte, honey, it's only for a little while."

"Daddy no go!" she insisted, wrapping herself around my leg, making it physically impossible for me to move.

"Charlotte," I bent down and kissed her forehead. "I promise, it's only for a little while. Daddy will be back tonight." I pried her off my leg, walked back to the car, and pulled away from the driveway.

I was left with the image of my little girl crying in her mother's arms.

The tears sprung to my eyes as I drove back to New York. If Mac and I didn't get Dobson this girl was done, and Angela and Charlotte would be next.