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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. The song title belongs to The Cranberries. Many thanks to Aphina and Axellia for being my betas!

Chapter 49.

Zombie

Danny ran into the hospital with a feeling of déjà vu coming over him. He breathlessly stopped in the waiting room, seeing Mac, Jack, Flack and Lydia waiting for him. "Any news?" he asked trying to suppress the panic in his chest.

Mac looked at him. "Not yet. Hawkes is in there with her right now."

"What happened?"

Lydia was the one who answered. "She was injected with an unknown drug. She wasn't conscious at the scene, but she was alive." She looked up and closed her mouth as Hawkes walked up behind them. "Sheldon?"

"She's alive. She's severely dehydrated and it looks like she hasn't eaten in a couple of days."

"What drug was she injected with?" Jack asked.

Hawkes got a hard look on his face. "It was a combination of Scopolamine and morphine," he growled. "That's the reason she wasn't aware. When those two drugs are mixed, it causes a reaction called twilight sleep. Basically, it puts the person in a zombie like state. They are aware of what's going on, but can't react to it."

Danny's eyes opened wide. "Oh God," he muttered.

Hawkes shook his head. "But that was everything. They are keeping her until the drugs wear off and then they want to get her hydrated. She should be out of the hospital in a couple of days." Wearily, he walked over to Lydia. "I really want to catch this bastard. One of the side effects of Scopolamine is amnesia, so she probably won't remember a lot."

Lydia shook her head. "So do I, but he's off the grid. Interpol lost him in Paris and we can't seem to find him. He hasn't gone back to Columbia and we can't find any record of him coming back to the States."

Mac and Jack looked at each other. "Is Alexis in danger of being killed?" Jack asked.

Lydia shook her head. "Honestly, I don't know. We don't have a lot of info, other than he's in love with her. Based on just that, I would think that it's unlikely. He doesn't want her dead, he wants her with him."

Danny looked around, feeling torn between wanting to find out what he could about Alexis and wanting to be with Cory. "Hawkes," he said finally. "Can I see Cory?"

Hawkes smiled. "Yeah. Let me take you to her room."

Danny walked into the room. He looked at Cory lying peacefully on the bed and sighed as he sat down. "Bella? You spend way too much time in here. If I didn't know any better, I would say that you enjoy being in the hospital."

He picked up her hand and held it lightly between his own. Feeling a sense of relief at the warmth he felt, he leaned back and closed his eyes, falling asleep for the first time in three days.

When he awoke, he momentarily looked around confused. Glancing down, he realized that Cory's fingers were moving. "Cory?" he whispered hoarsely.

Cory blinked before turning her head. "Danny? Where am I?" she managed to get out.

"Queen of Mercy. What do you remember?"

Cory looked at him, blinking her eyes. "About what? What happened?"

Danny sighed, thankful that Hawkes had warned him about the memory loss. "Three days ago, Montoya kidnapped you."

Cory looked at him in shock. "What?"

Danny just shook his head. "What's the last thing you remember?"

Cory thought for a moment. "I had to cancel on Taylor because I was going to meet Cruz." She paused. "He'd been shot! Is he okay?" Her eyes opened wide. "Oh, God! The bomb. There's a bomb on the subway!" Her voice was laced with panic.

"Lydia got your message and they found them before they detonated." Danny smiled. "He's fine. It was touch and go for a moment, but he's going to be okay. Angell is with him."

Cory smiled. "They would make a good couple," she said softly.

Danny just shook his head, relieved that Cory seemed to be recovering well. She yawned, and looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry. I'm just so tired," she said.

"That's okay, bella. Go to sleep. You've been through a rough couple of days.

When Hawkes and Lydia left the hospital, they were both mentally and physically exhausted. Lydia yawned before looking at him. "I can't decide if I'm more hungry or tired," she said wearily.

Hawkes nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "Me too. What do you say we pick up some takeout and then go back to my place?"

"Sounds like a plan," she replied with a small smile.

As they drove to his place, after picking up the Chinese, Lydia kept replaying the last seventy-two hours in her head. "Ya know, Sheldon…I feel really sorry for Cory. She's been through so much and I don't want to tell her that her mom is missing now. I don't know how much she can take until she breaks."

Hawkes thought about it for a few moments. "I know, but she's strong and with Danny by her side, I think she can overcome anything. I'm just worried about Alexis. I hope she's okay."

Lydia nodded as she unbuckled her seat belt to walk up to his apartment. Once inside, she shrugged off her jacket and put it in the closet, before walking to the kitchen and grabbing some plates.

Hawkes followed her into the kitchen, watching the homely scene that she made. "Lydia?" he asked tentatively. "Why don't we move in together?"

Lydia turned in shock, almost dropping the plate that she had in her hands. "Are you sure? Are we ready for that?" she asked.

Hawked grinned, happy to have caught her unaware. "Yeah. I've been thinking about it a while."

Lydia grinned, the smile lighting up her chocolate eyes. "Then, yeah, I'd love that."

Mac sighed wearily as he left the hospital. He was happy that they had found Cory, alive and relatively well, but the previous three days had taken a lot out of him and his team. He smiled as he thought back to how much of a rock Stella had been for him. Not only had she played peacemaker between him and the Feds, but she had kept him thinking positively.

He grinned as a thought came to him. He changed his direction and started to head for her apartment instead.

Stella walked slowly up to her apartment, wanting nothing more than to sleep for twelve hours straight. Mac had called her earlier to let her know that Cory was safe and that he was going home to sleep. She opened her door wearily, only to find candles burning and soft music playing. She sniffed the air in appreciation. "Mac?" she called out softly.

Mac walked out of the kitchen, a hand towel thrown over his shoulder. "Hey, Stel," he said before giving her a kiss.

Stella returned the kiss with passion before pulling back and looking at him. "I thought that you were going home to sleep," she said in confusion.

Mac shrugged. "I was, but I realized how much you've kept me sane these past couple of days and I wanted to thank you. Why don't you go grab a hot bath, dinner should be ready in about an hour."

Stella looked at him, her love her him shining in her eyes. "Have I told you lately how much I love you?" she asked before kissing him again.

"I love you, too," he said simply.

When Flack and Lindsay arrived home, Lindsay sat down on the couch. "I'm so tired," she complained.

Flack smiled. "Linds? You really need to start to pace yourself," he said with a chuckle as he joined her on the couch. He placed his hand lightly on her stomach. "You're going to have to slow down a little since you're pregnant."

Lindsay sighed as she leaned into him. "I know, but I'm only a little over two months along. I didn't think that it would hit me this hard." She sighed in contentment as Flack rubbed his hand soothingly over her stomach, feeling the weariness ebb away. "Mac says that I'll have to go on complete lab duty once I'm three months along," she said while pulling a face.

Flack laughed. "At least you won't have to go outside in the cold! But I think it's a good idea. I don't like the idea of you roaming around a crime scene right now."

Lindsay sighed, his thoughts mirrored her own. "Neither do I." She decided to change the subject. "So, have you thought of any names?"

Flack looked down at her. "Honestly, no. I kinda want to wait until we find out the sex of the baby."

Lindsay grinned. "How do you know that I want to know before the baby is born what it is?"

"Please tell me you do!"

"I don't know, yet. It would be nice to be surprised and there are reports out there that say that having an ultrasound can be harmful to the baby. I just want everything to go okay. I don't want to take any unnecessary risks."

Flack nodded. "I see what you mean, but I want to know. When are we able to find out?"

"Eighteen to twenty-two weeks, and I'm about eleven now. So in about two months, we can find out."

Flack yawned. "Okay. I think I can wait that long." He looked down and saw her eyes fluttering shut as she was trying to fight off the sleep. "Sweetheart, let's go to bed."

Lindsay nodded her agreement as she slowly stood up and they made their way to the bedroom.

Alexis stared up at the ceiling on the boat, hopelessness overwhelming her. I can't believe Cory is dead. I just can't. I don't feel like she is gone. Closing her eyes, she hoped for the first time since she was ten that she could see the future. Her eyes shot open at the sound of Montoya yelling in Spanish.

She listened carefully, trying to remember her Spanish so that she could translate until her brain caught up with her. With hope rising in her chest, she realized that he was screaming at the person who had just told him that Cory was alive and expected to make a full recover.

Sobbing in respite, she felt the relief wash over her and she began thanking God for watching over her, but she knew that it was going to make the atmosphere between her and Montoya even more strained.

AN: Many thanks to Wikipedia, where I got all of my information on scopolamine and it's interaction with morphine. So...you guys have any suggestions for names for Flack and Lindsay baby? I don't know if it's a boy or girl yet, so just review and give me options!

Soccer-Bitch - I'm glad you likes the chapter! Our weather is tempermental right now. We've gone from high in the eighties to highs in the thirties and back to highs in the sixties...well it just keeps changing. But it is Texas, where the only month where you have predictable weather is August, so I should be used to it!

Aphina - After so many chapters of not knowing (really, I didn't expect it to go on that long!) we needed some positive news. Especially with what's coming up! I do love Montoya. While Ortiz still holds a spot in my heart for bad guys, Montoya is definitely the craziest villan. Not the most evil, my next one is that. I know...I wanted to curse him too! I'm having so much fun with this story. Now I need to go write 58 (of my story)...

Maddy Bellows - Enjoy Mardi Gras!! You can definitely make a more thorough review after Tuesday. I'm okay with that! I'm glad I had you on edge. I had myself on edge writing that part.

CSI junkie - I promise that I'm not killing Cory. If I had wanted to do that, I would have done it when she was shot (which I really did consider doing). As for Alexis, I feel bad for her, too. Of course, I know what's coming up with her (which will lead into the sequel) and let's just say my new bad guy is just evil. (grinning), I love writing him, though.

Bec0512 - Thank you! I put a lot of time and effort into this, whether it be doing research or just bouncing ideas off my betas. Thanks for the review!