A/N: THANK YOU ALL!
Mac stood facing the four mobsters – shotgun in hand, finger on the trigger. Beside him Stella had opted for a similar stance, they had them cornered, as soon as Hawkes got back with backup this day would be over.
'Boss.' A voice behind Mac startled him into turning around. An unconscious Hawkes lay in the elevator his head bleeding slightly. It took most of Stella' self control to stop her from dropping the pistol in her hands and running to his side.
'I found this one trying to get some backup.' The Irishman spat on the floor at Hawkes' feet.
'Jackie's on his way.' He smirked pulling a gun from under his jacket he pointed it at Stella. Mac stiffened. Now who was cornered?
Lindsay was sat in the back of the van. Every jolt sending blinding pains up and down her side. She had an overall on and a tight fitting gas mask digging into her face. A gun was pressing into her back, it was beginning to be a permanent fixture.
'Listen up sweetheart.' She turned her head slightly to the side. The tape over her mouth made back chat impossible and breathing even worse.
'You're our bargaining chip. And just too let you know one step out of line will have serious consequences. That pretty boy of yours won't look so pretty with a bullet through his brain now will he sweetheart. She started to squeal – anyway of protesting was good enough for her. Her brow was covered in sweat and her hair was tied tight into a bun a baseball cap over the top. There was no-way anyone could recognise her. They'd snuck her out the back as the police and Flack had shown up, into a getaway van most likely already waiting.
The van braked sharply to a stop, she could hear the crowds outside and couldn't help but wonder where Danny was. As the door slid open all she could do was pray he was okay.
The crowds grew louder with anticipation as the second company van pulled up. Whispers whipped round the buildings employees. They were getting more and more extravagant as the seconds ticked by. They ranged from a massive gas leak to a massive fire. Each time Danny laughed them off in line with his personality, but a horrible feeling at the pit of his stomach welled up as the van opened. Two people stepped out. They stood awkwardly close together. The crowds parted for them as the sea parted for Moses. Danny stood to one side pulling Peyton and Sid back with him. His more sceptical side monitored there every movement. Every step, every breath. He noted how the smallest of the two, walked awkwardly, favouring there right side to there left. He recognised the movement, the small wisp of honey coloured hair that had fallen loose. The icing on the cake was when he saw the shoes they were wearing. Beige, and slightly raised. They were the shoes he'd bought Lindsay for her birthday last month. He shouted her name loudly. Startling those surrounding him. He saw her stand up straighter in the overalls she wore. He pushed the man in front of him away and ran through the crowds. All the while shouting her name. He reached the steps with Peyton and Sid close at his heels and watched as the two masked figures walked through the entrance.
'I'm sorry sir. You can't get through here.' A bigger man than Danny blocked his passage to the building.
'Get outta my way, ya big lummox.' Danny went to carry on walking when a stong hand pressed against his chest.
'I wouldn't recommend that if I were you.' Danny looked in the direction the man pointed in. The sun reflected of a bystander, who was hardly innocent. A pistol was nestled in his coat pocket.
'Now scram.' Danny stumbled down the stairs and into Sid as he was pushed away.
'LINDSAY!' He yelled loudly. Peyton helped Sid pull Danny away from the crowds.
'Danny what on earth was that?' Peyton asked as Danny frantically searched the building that stood before them.
'Lindsay. They have Lindsay. The warehouse. They must've grabbed her from the crime scene.'
'Oh god.' Peyton placed a hand across her mouth. This was all going wrong.
Lindsay felt elated when she heard Danny cry out her name. How'd he know?
'Keep walking.' A voice in her ear but a lid on her happiness. She wasn't going to be responsible for getting Danny hurt. Not if it cost her all she had in the world. She found it hard to breathe behind the stuffiness of the tape and mask. Her head pounded and her shoulder screamed in agony with every step, but more was at stake then just herself, from what she had gathered everything she ever cared for was about to be whisked away from beneath her.
'Jackie boy. Do you have the goods?' Lindsay felt a breath of fresh air as the mask was removed. She could see Mac and Stella pointing a gun at her and the man holding her. Beside her Hawkes was nursing a cut forehead a gun pointed at his head. Things couldn't get much worse than this…..
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