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A/N: Here's the next chappie!! Thanks to all who reviewed. As always, please R&R. My muse loves the attention. :D I also do not own Taylor, Maddy or any characters from Without A Trace. Much love goes out to Aphina and Axellia for betaing this for me! 5 review rule. Once I get 5 reviews, I'll update!

Chapter 42.

Ten Hours Missing

When Martin and Sam got back to the office, they found everyone working at a feverous pace. Jack looked up as they walked in. "Got anything?"

Martin sighed as they sat down. "A little. Her fiancé, Detective Messer, told us that she has a hit out on her life, from Javier Montoya. He's the leader of the Los Dios drug cartel."

Sam took up the story from there. "He also said that she might be regaining some memories of being kidnapped as a child."

Jack shook his head. "Did the crime lab send anything over?"

Danny Taylor was the one who answered. "Not yet. They said that they will get to it when they can, but top priority right now is finding the bomb. Her entire team is out in the field right now, looking for the bomb."

"Vivian, Elena? You get anything from her finances?" Jack asked.

"None whatsoever. No unusual deposits or withdrawals. She's clean," Vivian responded with a shake of her head.

Martin sighed in exasperation. "We are going to find her. She's an FBI agent! We have to find her."

"We'll find her, Martin," Jack said calmly and he started looking over the evidence. "Don't we have access to her case files? I'm sure that her supervisor will work with us." He turned to look at Danny. "Danny? I need you to go meet with Agent Michaels, also see what we can learn at Montoya from the drug task force."

Danny shook his head in agreement as he walked out of the office.

When Taylor ran into the hospital, she was out of breath. It was only when she slowed down that she realized that she had forgotten to tell Stella about the C4. "Damn it," she muttered under her breath while pulling out her cell phone. As she walked into the lobby, Stella picked up her phone. "Hey Stella. It's Taylor. I forgot to tell you something."

"What?"

"He said that the key was in the C4. I hope to hell that means something to you, because it doesn't make any sense to me."

Stella thought for a moment. "I think it might. Thanks, Tay."

Taylor murmured goodbye as she hung up and then asked the nurse where is could find Cruz.

When she got to the room, she found Angell pacing outside of it. "Hi, Jessica."

Angell looked up in confusion. "Taylor? What are you doing here?"

Taylor thought for a moment, knowing that Angell didn't know about the ghosts. "Just checking up on you, to make sure that you are okay. Everyone at the lab is in a crazed panic."

Angell sighed. "Just tired. I keep waiting for him to wake up, so that we can get some information about the bomb, but he just keeps crashing. They've brought him back from the brink so many times," she said, with a hint of sadness in her voice. "I hope he lives."

Taylor watched the different emotions crossing her face, realizing that the pretty detective was attracted to the unconscious agent. She felt sympathy well up in here. "It'll be okay, Jessica…" she trailed off as the monitors began to ring with warning bells and a team of doctor's ran into the room.

Angell, trying to hide her tears, turned away and walked down the hall to escape from the sight. Taylor looked around for Cruz, knowing that he would appear to her, so she was not surprised when he appeared next to her.

"I don't have much time," he said quickly. "There's a warehouse, on the docks. I don't know where, but that's where they made the bomb. They should be able to stop it, if they find that. The bomb is scheduled…" he trailed off as the doctor's got his heart to beat again.

"Damn it," Taylor muttered under her breath. "I've never wished death on anyone, but I need this information." Taylor gritted her teeth together.

In the hospital room, the monitors began to sound the alarm again. "The bomb is scheduled to detonate at eight p.m. tonight. You have to hurry!"

Taylor turned to the spirit. "I understand. You need to get the hell back in your body and live, for Christ's sake!"

Cruz smiled at that and glanced at the detective pacing the hall. "I know."

Taylor smiled as she saw the attraction for Angell written on his face. "Go. We'll find the bomb."

Cruz nodded as he disappeared for the final time.

Stella and Lindsay were still going over Cruz's clothes. "You know what, Stell?" Lindsay asked. Without waiting for a response, she continued, "All of this trace is leading back to the docks."

Stella nodded her agreement as her cell phone rang. "Bonasera. Hey, Taylor. Okay. Um. Yeah, I'll pass the message along. Thanks, Tay. No, the FBI Missing Persons Squad is handling looking for her. Okay. Bye."

Stella turned towards Lindsay. "You're right. The docks and we have a little over twelve hours before the bomb goes off."

Lindsay looked at Stella. "How do you know that?"

"Cruz," was all that Stella said as she walked out of the room and towards Mac's office. She didn't knock when she got there, she just walked in. "Hey, Mac. Lydia. We have a lead. Somewhere on the docks is where the bomb was made. Also, Cruz gave us a deadline. Bomb is set to go off around eight p.m. this evening."

Lydia looked at her. "Cruz woke up?"

Stella looked at Mac. "Briefly. He's unconscious again," she lied. "I hope you guys know of someplace on the docks where Montoya likes to hang out, because the evidence isn't showing us a specific location."

Lydia nodded. "There are a couple of piers that Montoya uses. I'll get a couple of teams together, so that we can raid them. I want members of the crime lab on each team, so that we can process the evidence as we get it. Time is precious now."

Danny lay on their bed, hugging Cory's pillow to him, trying to come up with something to help him find her. Finally, his exhausted mind shut down and he drifted off into oblivion. When he awoke, only three hours later, his mind was still foggy with the half memories that had surfaced in his dreams. He thought back to the conversation that he had with Martin and Sam, feeling a wave of anger rising at Flack for not telling him about the bomb.

Climbing out of the bed, feeling energized by the anger that he was feeling. He quickly grabbed some clothes and began to get dressed. If they won't let me near the evidence, he thought, then I can at least go to the scene and see what I can find!

Taylor walked into the FBI Headquarters, feeling a bit of trepidation. She questioned the front desk to see where she needed to go, and soon was standing in front of an active group of people. She drew in a steadying breath and walked into the room. "Excuse me," she asked after clearing her throat. "I'm looking for the team that is working on the Cory Reid case."

The older gentleman raised his head. "I'm Jack Malone. How can I help you?" Jack asked, staring at the familiar looking black haired woman standing in front of him.

She smiled at him. "Taylor Turner," she said as she stuck out her hand.

Jack's smile faded as he recognized her name. "Ms. Turner, I decline to comment on an on going investigation," he said as he tried to brush her off while turning and walking away from her.

"Wait!" Taylor yelled. "I have information for you. It might help with your investigation!" Taylor tried to run after the man, who was ignoring her, but found her way blocked by two men. "Please, I can help," she begged of them.

The Hispanic man looked at her with a little bit of sympathy. "We don't discuss open cases with reporters unless it's needed."

Taylor looked at him in astonishment. "You mean, you really believe that I am here for a story?" She rolled her eyes and began to mutter under her breath, "Of all the stupid, asinine ideas! Lord, give me patience." She looked back at the men. "Okay. I'll admit that I am a reporter, but I never write about ongoing cases. If you've read my columns, then you should know that."

Both men looked at her with skepticism in their eyes.

"Really, I promise that I am not here for a story. I'm friends with Cory," she pleaded.

The brown haired man is the one that responded to her. "I understand, but unless we have proof then we can't do anything."

Taylor almost growled in frustration. "Okay. What if I have Danny vouch for me?"

"I can't vouch for you," the Hispanic man said.

"Huh? I mean her fiancé, Danny Messer." She looked at him. "Your name is Danny, too?"

He laughed. "Special Agent Danny Taylor. This is Special Agent Martin Fitzgerald."

Taylor rolled her eyes. "This is going to get confusing." At both men's blank look, she continued, "I'm Taylor, Cory's fiancé is Danny, you're Danny and then you have Danny's boss, Mac Taylor. See what I mean?"

Both men laughed. "Yeah," said Martin. "Why don't you get in touch with Detective Messer and have him vouch for you. Then we should be able to convince Jack to let you help."

Taylor nodded, feeling a little relief as she pulled out her phone. Quickly, she dialed Danny's number, but exhaled in frustration when his voicemail picked up. "Messer! It's Taylor. Look, I have some info that might help find Cory, but the FBI doesn't trust me when I say that I'm not doing this for a story. Can you please call…" she trailed off as she looked at the two agents standing before her.

"Have him call me," Martin said.

"Can you please call Martin Fitzgerald and let him know that it's okay to talk to me?" She sighed as she hung up the phone. Messer? Where the hell are you?

Cory shifted uncomfortably on the bed, her head still spinning. She knew that she was being drugged, but given the choice of being drugged and of starving to death, she was taking the lesser of the two evils.

Suddenly, the door opened and light flooded the room, causing her to close her eyes in pain. In her drugged state, she was no match for the two men who roughly pulled her to her feet and led her out of the door.

Shaking her head slightly, she tried to clear her head. She managed to focus enough to realize that they were not taking her to the bathroom, like they had the previous two times they had collected her. Instead, she ended up in a small room that had the windows blacked out.

None to gently, they pushed her into a wooden chair and tied her up with rope. "What are you doing?" she asked, slurring her words slightly.

The two goons didn't answer. They just stood by the door, making sure she didn't escape. After about five minutes, the door opened and an older Hispanic man with salt and pepper hair walked in. "Ah, Agent Reid. We meet at last," he stated.

Cory stared in shock as her brain sluggishly tried to process where she knew the man from. Finally, the light went on in her head. "Montoya, you son of a bitch. How the hell did you get into the country without my knowledge?" she spat out with venom lacing her voice.

Montoya just laughed as she felt the pinprick of a needle entering her upper arm. Cory struggled against her bonds, but her weakened body was in no shape to fight the effects and she slipped into unconsciousness again.

AN: I know. I'm evil. (:p)

Soccer-Bitch - Wow! You've been busy! I stayed up until 5am Sunday morning and then had to be at church at 11am and then I didn't go back to bed until almost 1am this morning! I need sleep. (:p) I hope you liked this one, too.

CSI Junkie - I'm glad you feel attached to them. I feel like they are part of my family! But seriously...You are right to be worried about Cory. Things are going to be very dicey for her. This story arc doesn't end until chapter 48 or 49, so hopefully you'll be interested!

MauradingKnight - I'm glad you reviewed! To answer your question...Yes, she'll have at least 1 more premonition and some explaination of why she can see ghosts. The reason she doesn't have more is that the premotitions that she gets are for huge events that affect many lives. So, I don't want to overwhelm the plot with too many. I may have 2 more premonitions since I'm thinking that I want to do another sequel, which will focus on Hawkes and Lydia. But, I have no clue yet! Make sense?

Axellia - I'm still blushing!! Thank you. They really did flow out (of course, a lot of this plot has been in my head for a year so it had plenty of time to steep) but I found it really hard to write the WaT characters. Maybe that's because I don't watch it very much anymore. Huh. I hope you're feeling better!!

Aphina - I know. I did that on purpose b/c she is such a good friend to the team and I don't know what Danny would do if she was seriously harmed. Since you were the 5th review...Here's more!!