Apologies for not putting this up yesterday but I wasn't feeling to good and slept for most of the day, but here is the chapter, I hope you enjoy it :)

Flack walked into the bare room and looked around, he noticed the chair and the two cups before he spotted the mattress on the floor with Danny curled up on it. "Danny?" Flack called as he went over and knelt next to his friend. He could see Danny's nose and cheeks were badly bruised and swollen and there was a blood seeping through a make shift bandage on his arm. Flack gently shook Danny's shoulder "Danno, wake up"

Danny's eyes slowly flickered open and he looked around the room before his eyes fell on Flack. "Flack?" he croaked.

"Yeah, Danny, it's me, I've come to get you out of here" Flack smiled as he helped Danny to sit up.

"What's the point?"

"Because you don't want to stay in this grotty room forever"

Danny shrugged "I've got nothing to go back to Flack"

"You do, you've got all of us, Lindsay and Lucy"

"Lindsay's dead" Danny replied flatly "Owen killed her"

Flack frowned "No.. no, Danny, Lindsay's alive and she's waiting in a car just outside for you with Adam and Hawkes" He couldn't understand why Danny was saying these things. Danny wasn't normally one to believe such fabricated lies. Surely with all his years in the crime lab he would know that Owen was lying to him.

Danny shook his head "You don't have to lie to me, Flack. I know she's dead"

"I'm not lying" Flack insisted.

"Yeah, you are. You want me to come out of here, give you all a statement of what happened. I can't though Flack, I can't give you a statement because I can't go over the story of her death again or go over the fact that I've lost my little girl" Danny was positive Flack was lying, he'd seen it done many times before. They would lie to a suspect or a victim, get what they want out of them and then dump the truth on them like a ton of bricks and he refused to be sucked into these lies, refused to believe that his wife was alive just for it to be ripped away from him again later.

"Lost Lucy? No you haven't, she's just down the corridor, Danny, I heard her crying" Flack rubbed the back of his neck, he'd been certain it was Lucy crying, but what if it wasn't? what if it was just another random child that Owen had kidnapped. He should have gone to check, made sure it was Lucy and then he could have brought her to Danny.

No, I mean she's not mine, Flack. Lindsay slept with Owen just after I slept with Rikki, she knew I cheated and she seeked revenge"

"Owen's been lying to you, Danny. They've got all the proof back at the lab, he's been making up fake documents to confuse you"

"Flack, please just stop, okay? I've lost everything and I don't need you to try to make it better for me. Nothing is going to get better, my life is going to go back to the pathetic existence that it was before I had Lindsay and Lucy."

"Danny, will you listen to yourself? You're talking a load of rubbish. Lindsay isn't dead, she's outside and Lucy, beautiful little Lucy is yours. Everyone can see that with her Messer grin and those blue eyes"

"Owen's got blue eyes"

"But he hasn't got that Messer grin, Danny"

Danny just shook his head and let the tears fall again down his cheeks "Why did this have to happen to me?"

"Come on" Flack said helping Danny to stand up "Let's get you out of here and get your arm and nose looked at"

"No, Flack. I can't go, I've got to stay here" Danny replied sitting back down on the mattress. He'd decided a while ago that he'd be much better off here. He could stay there until he died because he was sure it would be a better last few days than what was waiting for him on the other side of that door; a life without Lindsay and Lucy.

"What? Why?"

"Because it's the last place that I held Lucy in my arms, I feel close to her here" Danny admitted.

Over in the other end of the basement Owen had let Jo and Mac into the little room where Lucy was being held. Jo felt her heart-break when she saw the three-year old curled up in a corner, sobbing. Her hair was mess with half of it stuck to her face, her clothes were dirty and her feet were bare, she held her little arms around herself, trying to keep warm.

"Lucy?" Jo whispered as she went over to her. She knelt a few feet away from her, knowing if she got any closer all she'd want to do was pull the little girl into a cuddle and tell her everything would be okay.

Lucy pushed the hair from her face and looked to see who had called her name "Auntie Jo?" she said in barely a whisper.

"Yeah, sweetheart it's me, it's Jo" Jo smiled warmly.

"You founded me" Lucy said as she began to shuffle towards Jo.

"No touching" Owen bellowed, waving his gun in the air as a reminder.

Lucy quickly shuffled back into the corner and curled back up at the sight of the gun "No, no gun" she sobbed.

"It's okay, Lucy. He won't use it" Jo reassured her as she moved slightly closer.

Owen laughed "That's what you think. I'd use this without even thinking twice if I had too"

"No" Lucy sobbed "No guns"

"Why did you have to bring that out? You can see she's scared" Mac asked with anger in his voice.

"She needs to learn that guns aren't scary" Owen replied. "Cos being with me, she'll be round them a lot"

"I want my Mummy" Lucy cried loudly.

"Your Mum's dead, deal with it" Owen told her.

"She's not dead! How can you lie to her like that?" Mac asked.

"I'm not lying, her Mum's dead and the sooner she realises that the better"

"I want my Mummy" Lucy cried over and over.

Jo looked at Owen and then back at Lucy. She couldn't do it, she couldn't as a mother, stand back and watch this little girl cry, so going over she scooped Lucy up into her arms and held her closely "It's okay, sweetie, I've got you, your safe" she whispered soothingly.

"Don't you touch her" Owen stormed over to Jo and held his gun up to her head.

"Don't even think about it" Mac said holding his gun up to Owen "You shoot her and I'll shoot you"

"You wouldn't do that" Owen sneered as he turned around to face Mac "You wouldn't let poor innocent Lucy be exposed to all that bloodshed, have her grow up with the same horrific memories that her Mother had"

"If it meant I'd be getting rid of you then I would" Mac told him.

"I've watched you a long time Mac Taylor, along with the rest of your team and I know you love this little girl. You probably don't love her as much as you love your work but I bet she comes a close second and you'd do anything to protect her. You wouldn't want her growing up with the awful flashbacks that her Mother suffered from. I know you know the ones I mean because you must have been there once or twice while Belle... sorry I mean Lindsay went back there, back to that day that her three friends were taken away from her forever."

"You're right, I'll do whatever it takes to protect her and if that means getting rid of you from her life then so be it"

"I'm one of the good guys though" Owen laughed.

"No, you are one of the most evil people I know"

"Would you care to repeat that?" Owen asked holding his gun up to Mac's forehead. "Because if you do it'll be the last thing that ever escapes from your mouth"

While this exchange was going on, Jo had managed to calm Lucy down. She then picked her up and shuffled to the door on her knees, both men were so engrossed in their argument that neither of them had noticed her carrying the three-year old out of the room. Once in to the corridor, she stood up, resting Lucy on her hip, she ran, ran to the stairs that her and Mac had come down about twenty minutes earlier, she ran up the stairs, but stopped half way up when she heard the sound of a gunshot.