Don woke up at around 3 a.m. to find the bed empty next to him. It had taken Kate an hour to calm down before she finally fell asleep. He stayed awake for another hour, watching over her, before he drifted asleep as well. In her sleep, he could see her frowning, and she tried to toss around but Don was able to hold her against him.

He shot out of bed, grabbed his gun by the nightstand, and went out to the living room. If he had fallen asleep and she was hurt in any way, he'd never forgive himself. In those few feet from the bedroom to the living room, a million different scenarios ran through his mind. She got up to get some water, stepped on her ankle the wrong way, fell, hit her head, and she's dead. She went to go to the bathroom and the guy after her kidnapped her. He couldn't stop them from coming.

That's why he was so relieved, and a little pissed off, to see the glow from the television and Kate sitting in front of it, perfectly fine. He sighed, placed his gun on a nearby table, and walked behind her, not sitting near her or touching her.

"I thought somethin' happened to you," he said softly so he wouldn't scare her. She didn't budge. "You feelin' OK?" he asked, not moving from his spot. She nodded.

Realizing she wasn't going to say anything, he went and sat next to her. She didn't have that strange stare on her face like she did earlier, it was more relaxed. He brushed some hair off her face, and noticed that when he did, she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. He appreciated this response, hoping it meant they'd be back to normal soon. "What's the matter?" he asked, stroking her cheek softly and brushing his fingers against the bandage on her forehead. "Couldn't sleep?" She simply shook her head. "You havin' nightmares, or.."

"I don't want to talk about it," she said quickly.

He just nodded, and let his hand drop. "So what you watchin' then?" he asked, turning to the TV.

"You don't have to sit here with me. Go back to bed. I'm fine," she said.

He stretched his arms behind him, putting one arm around her shoulders, and said, "I'd rather stay with you, if you don't mind."

She slowly nodded. "I guess so. But, at least go change into something more comfortable," she said, tugging at his tie. He smiled, and agreed, kissing her temple and going to search for clothes of his that he knew he had there. Finding a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt he remembered from when he came over after playing basketball with Danny, he put them on and went back out into the living room. Kate was now curled up on the couch, her throw blanket across her lap, and looked up when he came in. He smiled at her, and she actually smiled back. She leaned forward, indicating he wanted his arm around her, which he happily obliged, and he gently pushed her against him, kissing her temple again.

They sat there watching an old re-run of some show on TV Land, and it felt just like old times. Kate played with his fingers that rested on her thigh, and he played with her hair. Kate looked over at Don, who smiled back at her before turning his attention back to the TV. Kate sighed, thinking about what she wanted to talk about, but trying to find a way to bring it up. "Don, can I talk to you about something?"

"Absolutely," he said, turning the TV on mute. He'd been waiting for this.

"OK, um, this is hard for me," she said, nervously. Don took her hand, and said, "It's OK, take your time." Kate took a breath, and looked very seriously at Don. "I need you to be honest with me. Did you do something horrible that would make someone want to hurt me just to get to you?"

Don looked at her, confused. "What?"

"Did you do something terrible, something you would've never told me if I hadn't been attacked?"

"No! Of course not," Don said. "You don't believe me?"

"You're a cop, Donnie. Things happen, I understand. But I think I should know why someone wants to kill me because of something you did."

"I've never done anything that wasn't for a good reason. You know I wouldn't do that."

Kate nodded. "I thought I did. But if you did something, I'd understand why you wouldn't be talking about it. Hell, I didn't even know you got blown up that time if it hadn't been for Lindsay calling me."

"Well its not like I could've called you myself, Kate, I was lying in a hospital…"

"Dying! You were dying and no one told me, so forgive me if I'm not exactly completely trusting of your cop buddies."

Don sighed and looked at her. "You've been through a rough time. Why don't you just go to bed and try to get…"

"Don't ignore this!" Kate yelled, getting more aggravated that he was dodging the question. She had moved to the far end of the couch, away from him, and was about to say something else when the phone rang. "Hello?" she yelled into it.

"Up early I see."

It was him. Kate's face dropped, and Don noticed, rushing to her side. She brushed him off, wanting to listen to the man who attacked her. "Having nightmares, precious? You have no idea how happy that makes me."

"What do you want?" Kate asked.

"I want justice. I want Donald Flack to lose someone he cares about, just like I did."

Kate looked at Don, who was looking concerned at her. "He hasn't done anything to you," she said.

"Oh, but he has. But don't worry, precious, I won't forget about you. You're gonna succumb to me and we'll watch Flack go down together, huh?"

"No, you're wrong. You'll never get to him or me you sick son of a bitch," Kate yelled, and hung up the phone, slamming it down on the table.

She started crying again, and Don instantly wrapped her in his arms. "Baby, it's OK. It's gonna be OK, I promise you."

"He wants to hurt you Donnie," she said, clinging to him. "And he wants me to watch."

Don shook his head, tears coming to his eyes as well. He held her as close as he could, rubbing one hand down her back and the other against her hair. "That won't happen. I promise you, I won't let that happen. OK? Nothing's gonna happen to me, and you're gonna be fine. I'll make sure of it." He kissed her head a couple times, before just holding her and letting her cry.

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Sam Flack knocked on her friend's door with her elbow, her arms currently holding a bag of donuts and a tray of three coffees. It took a second before Don opened it.

"Thanks for coming, Sam," he said, taking the coffee and letting her in.

"It's no trouble at all. She's my best friend. I just hope she can drink coffee on those pills the docs have her on."

Don smiled, putting the coffee on the counter and said, "I think it'll be fine." He then made his way into Kate's bedroom, grabbing his jacket off a nearby chair.

She was curled up in bed, and he took her comforter and placed it over her shoulders before kissing her forehead. "Baby, I'm leaving," he said quietly. "Sam's gonna stay with you, OK?"

Kate nodded. "When are you coming back?" she asked. After the phone call, she didn't let Don out of her sight. She would only fall asleep if he held onto her and promised not to leave.

"Soon as I can, OK? I promise."

She nodded again, and tugged at his tie for him to come closer. She kissed him, and ran her fingers through his hair, before letting go, and whispering, "Be safe." He nodded, kissed her again, and left the room.

"She had a rough night, I don't know how much she'll sleep if at all," he explained to Sam, who was sitting on Kate's couch. "I got a couple officers coming over in about an hour or so, and please make sure she eats something." Sam nodded, and Don thanked her again before hugging his sister, taking a coffee, and leaving.

Sam was settling herself in on the couch with her coffee and a donut when Kate crutched in, wearing jeans and a tank top instead of her sweats. "Hey babe," Sam said, walking over to her friend, and giving her a hug. "How you doin'? Donnie says you ain't too hot."

"I'm OK, Sam, thanks. Did you bring me something?" she asked, looking toward the counter.

"You bet. French vanilla latte and chocolate glazed donut, just like you like."

"I love you." Kate went over to go to the counter, but Sam stopped her. "I'll get it," she said, "You go sit." Kate thanked her, and sat on the couch.

"Your phone's on the table," Kate said, eyeing the familiar red phone.

"Yeah, I know, thanks for telling me where I put something," Sam joked.

Kate laughed. "Just watching your back, babe."

Sam went to go warm up Kate's latte, but accidentally dropped it. "Oh, crap," she said. "I'm sorry." She got a towel and started cleaning it up.

"You drop my latte? Well, take some money out of my purse and go get me another one," Kate said, smiling at her friend.

Sam hesitated. She didn't mind going to get another coffee, but Don had told her not to leave the apartment. And the cops weren't there yet. "Um, how about in an hour or so?"

Kate realized the problem instantly. "Samantha, go. Seriously. It'll take you ten minutes, I think I can hold my own."

Sam entered the living room and looked uncomfortable. "I know, but, I'd feel better if someone were here…"

"Samantha Flack if you don't go right now, and take enough money to get yourself something, I will never speak to you again," Kate said, smiling to let Sam know she was joking.

Sam sighed. "OK, fine. But I promise I'll be quick. Don't open the door to strangers or nothin'."

Kate laughed. "OK, mommy, I promise. My purse is over there. Oh, and can you hand me my phone? I want to check my messages."

Sam took some money out of Kate's wallet, and gave her her phone. "I'll be back in ten, doll."

Kate laughed at the nickname, and looked at her phone. She had a text from just about everyone that worked with Lindsay, even Mac. Kate wasn't even sure Mac knew how to send a text, but she appreciated it anyway. After responding to her texts, she put her phone in her pocket, and turned the TV on.

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Sam walked through the apartment door 20 minutes later. Kate wasn't in the living room, but the TV was on. "Sorry it took so long, the line was insane." There was no response. "Kate? Hey, where are you?"

Sam put the bags she had down on the counter, and went around the apartment. Kate wasn't there. "Kate?" she asked again.

That's when she noticed it.

The front window in the living room was open slightly, and a flower pot that sat next to it was on the floor. Sam didn't need to be a NYPD detective to figure out what had happened.

Her best friend had been kidnapped.