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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. Okay, due to the fact that the show just revealed that Angell's name is actually Jessica, so occasionally, I'll be referring to her as either Jessica or Jess. Just to let y'all know!! Many thanks to Axellia and Aphina for betaing this!!

Chapter 47.

Sixty-Six Hours Missing

Taylor stretched, popping the tension out of her back for the fifth time.

"You should take a break," Danny said without looking up.

Taylor turned and looked at him. "Are you?" she asked in incredulity.

"Naw," he replied. "I'm not going to take a break until I find her."

Taylor smiled. "Then neither am I." With that comment, she began to skim the ninth newspaper. She felt her eyes begin to cross and she continued to read about the Stock Market. "Geez. If I read one more word about stock price fluctuations, I may go mad!"

Danny chuckled a little, understanding her. "At least you have stock. I'm reading some crap from the society pages!"

Both grew silent as they tried to find any hint of where the diner was that Cory was found in. Finally, after a couple of hours, Taylor drew in a sharp breath.

Danny looked at her, in expectation. "You find something?"

Taylor furrowed her brow, nodding. "I think so. Here's a blurb buried on the eighth page. "Missing Dallas girl found in abandoned dinner on Webster. Two year old Corrine Reid, abducted in October from a park in Dallas, Texas was found safe and sound yesterday at the abandoned McAllister Diner on Webster St. Her suspected abductor, Alejandro Guerrero, escaped capture by the FBI and is still at large. Her parents, Harold and Alexis Reid, refused to comment on the matter." Hm. That's all." She turned to Danny. "Do you know where that is?"

Danny turned to the computer and began punching in the keys. "I will in a second," he said grimly.

Mac directed the team to begin to work at a feverish pace as soon as Alexis left the building. He knew that they had a ten hour deadline to find Cory before Montoya killed her. With panic and worry spurning them on, the team and Lydia tried to make some sense of the evidence that they had.

Finally, five hours later, Taylor and Danny came running up to Mac. "Mac!" Danny yelled breathlessly. "I think we might have it. Taylor found where Cory was found the first time. It was a diner in the Bronx. A year after Cory was found, it was renovated into a meat market and it's been abandoned for the last year."

Mac nodded and picked up his phone to call Lydia.

Lydia had just finished coordinating all the raids on the know properties owned by members of the Los Dios cartel. Every team leader had checked back in saying that there was no sign of Cory. Sighing in her frustration, she put her head on the desk. What would Cory do in this situation, she kept asking herself.

She was gnawing on a fingernail when she received an email from Alistair Murphy, Cory's Interpol contact. Sighing, praying for good news, she opened the email. Skimming though the email, she found that they did not have any news on Cory, but he promised to have agents posted at De Gaulle Airport to follow Alexis.

Lydia pursed her lips as her phone rang. "Sanchez," she answered.

"Lydia. It's Mac. We have a lead on Cory. The diner where she was kept as a kid was turned into a meat market on Webster St. It's been abandoned for about a year now. How soon can you get a team together?"

Lydia felt a glimmer of hope flutter into her chest as she mentally went through the team list. "Give me an hour. I've got people coming back in from raids. Let me pull some together to make a team."

Mac nodded as he replied, "All right. Let's meet at Webster and 166th. The location is just north of there."

"You got it. I'll contact Jack and his team, too," Lydia replied as she hung up the phone.

Alexis calmly walked onto the plane, trying to keep her emotions in check. She knew that unless the crime lab managed to pull off a miracle, she would never see her oldest daughter again. She began to replay the last conversation in her head, berating herself for the way she had told Cory about the affair. She kept trying to second guess herself, trying to figure out if she could have changed things.

How was she supposed to know that her ex-lover was actually the leader of a dangerous Colombian drug cartel? She sighed as she settled into her seat, snapping the seatbelt into place. I made my bed by having that affair, she thought to herself, now I need to lie in it.

She closed her eyes, not expecting to sleep, but wanting to avoid conversations with any other passengers or the crew. The vibrations of the engines lulled her, but her mind refused to shut down. Lost in thought, she never realized when the plane took off.

Lydia, Mac and Jack stood in a group together, just outside of the communications van. They had their heads bowed in deep conversation as they tried to plan the raid.

"All right," Lydia said. "Jack and I managed to get the blueprints sent to us. Look at this." She pointed to the two entrances to the shop. "There are only two doors, but there are a multitude of windows that allow easy access to the street. The plan is to take two teams through the door, but leave enough people out on the street to catch anyone who tries to escape."

Mac nodded. "NYPD can take care of that for you. If Cory is in there, then the more manpower that we have, the better. Montoya is out for her blood and has been for her entire life."

"Agreed," said Jack. "Let's split up into teams."

Quickly the assembled agents split into two teams, while Flack directed the uniforms to begin surveillance on the building. He also made sure that Danny was tucked safely into the van, listening to the chatter on the radio. Once completed, he joined the team that Lydia was leading. Mac was with Jack's team.

Grimly, they strapped on their vests and checked their guns. Lydia made eye contact with everyone on her team and once she had received a nod from each one of them, made a motion to begin to creep up on the building.

Once at the door, she carefully tested the handle, unsurprised to find that the door gave her no resistance. She cautiously opened the door; Flack preceded her into the building. Once inside, she resisted the urge to sneeze at the cloud of dust that enveloped them.

"Clear," said Flack as they cleared the front room and the bathrooms of any signs of life.

"Jack? Do you have anything?" Lydia asked through her mike.

"We're in what appears to be a storage room. We've found a bed with a mattress and signs that someone was being held here. There are chains attached to the bed frame. Mac is calling in his team to process the evidence right now."

Lydia and Flack looked at each other, their hearts plummeting. "This can't be good," she muttered as they made their way back to the room.

Stella and Hawkes made their way into the room. Both of them made mental notes of what they saw. The dirty mattress, with the chains attached to the bed frame was the only thing in the barren room. With a nod, Stella walked over to the bed and inspected the chains. "I think I see blood on these," she said as she knelt down. Competently, she snapped open her kit and withdrew a swab. She ran the cotton around the cuff and then dropped some phenolphthalein on it. "Positive for human blood," she said with concern in her voice.

Hawkes' head shot up at that. "There is nothing else in the room. It looks like someone was kept on the bed, but until we get the DNA tests back, we won't know if it was Cory for sure or not.

"Hawkes?" Mac asked as he walked into the room. "You found Scopolamine in the syringe at the abduction site, didn't you?" Hawkes nodded. "I just found a bottle of it, in the next room over. I think it is safe to say that this is where she was being held, but where is she now?"

Hawkes looked around the room. "Maybe the evidence will tell us something."

As expected, Alexis didn't sleep on the trans-Atlantic flight; she was too worried about if the lab was going to find Cory before she landed. Nervously, she picked at imaginary lint on her pants, trying to keep from going crazy.

Finally, the announcement came on stating that they were about to land. She buckled the seat belt and prepared to land in De Gaulle airport. Once off of the plane, she turned her cell phone back on and dialed Mac's number.

"Taylor."

"It's Alexis. Have you found her yet?"

"We've had some leads. We did find the diner where she was held as a child, but it looks like that they only kept her there for maybe a day. Stella and Hawkes are processing the scene and we hope that it will lead us to where she is being held now. Any sign of Montoya?"

Alexis sighed. "I just got off the plane, but not yet. I'm worried. I don't want to be here, but it was the only way to give y'all the time you need to find my daughter. Before he kills her." Alexis lowered her voice, allowing a hint of panic to creep into her tone. "You don't have much time, Detective. Please find her."

Mac could feel her fear radiating through the phone. "I will, Alexis. I promise," he said trying to reassure her.

"Thanks, Mac. I'll call back when I can," she said before disconnecting the call. She walked through customs and went to claim her baggage. She kept her cell phone in her hand, expecting a phone call from Montoya, so she was surprised when she heard her name being paged. She walked up to the counter only to find a man waiting for her.

"Madame Reid? I am Michel. I will be your driver. S'il vous plait let me get your luggage," he said.

Alexis nodded numbly, allowing him to take her things. Quietly, she followed him out to the waiting Mercedes limousine. He opened the door for her and she slid in murmuring, "Merci beaucoup" When she settled in, she noticed a man sitting in the seat across from her. "Bonjour

"Bonjour, Madame Reid. I am Etienne. I will be your guide. May I offer you a glass of champagne?"

"Thank you," Alexis said as she accepted the glass. "Where are we going?"

Etienne smiled. "I am to take you on a tour of the city before taking you to your hotel," he stated.

Alexis looked at him, on edge. She decided to play Montoya's game for the moment. "All right. What do we get to see first?"

Etienne topped off her glass of champagne. "Michel? L'Arc de Triomphe, s'il vous plait

Alexis looked out the window at the passing cars as they drove into the city, her eyes growing heavy, before finally falling asleep.

Etienne watched her battle the sleep and carefully extracted the glass from her hand, slowly pouring his own untouched glass of champagne out the window when they stopped.

Lydia was still at the scene, watching the CSI's process when her phone rang. "Sanchez."

"Agent Sanchez, this is Alistair Murphy. I have some news for you."

Lydia felt her heart speed up at the tone of his voice. "What's wrong?"

"The surveillance team lost Alexis. She was greeted by a driver at the airport, and got into a waiting limousine, whose license plate was unfortunately covered by mud. They lost them in traffic. I've contacted the hotel where we had found her registered at, and the only thing we found was her luggage and cell phone. I'm sorry, Agent Sanchez."

Lydia began to curse under her breath. "Thank you, Mr. Murphy. Call me if you find anything out."

Mac looked up. "Bad news?"

She nodded. "The surveillance team that Interpol had on Alexis has lost her. She's in the wind, Mac. The time frame just got even tighter. We will have no idea of when she meets up with Montoya."

Mac closed his eyes and drew a steadying breath. "We'll find her, Lydia. We have to."

AN:Here y'all go! Remember...5 review rule!

Maddy - Trust me...I'll keep writing suspense. It suits my writing style perfectly. They complained? How cold was it? They are predicting ice for us tonight and then 72 on Monday! Crazy weather. LOL. I'd forgotten that Mardi Gras was coming up. Is it still crazy and insane in NOLA during then?

Soccer-Bitch - Thanks! Are you talking about me or Cory? I do it with hours of research and a muse that is out to kill me (I just started a new story), but I have plenty of help from Axellia and Aphina who I bounce ideas off of.

Aphina - I love the purple bunny. I think that C is rubbing off on me...It's the rabbits that were a inspiration for the purple bunny! You were very productive!! I like Alexis showing her love for Cory. It makes me feel really bad on what I have planned for her! I'm working on 56, but I'm so tired that it may be a couple of days before I get it to y'all.

CSI Junkie - You're welcome! I like the sequel (at least what I have planned for it so far) and am setting it up in this story. I've laid the clues out there and I think my villian will be the most evil yet. (grinning). I'll keep you posted on when it's going to start.

Evans12 - Thanks! (and whoo-hoo...I love new reviewers!) I hope that I keep you intrigued. I love this part of the story!