Sooooo sorry about the delay! I was filming a couple episodes of NBC's new TV show "The Event", so things got a little crazy. Anyways, I hope to keep updating regularly, but my college classes start Tuesday, so we'll see.

Her abductor pulled the blade away from her skin as she quieted down; the only sounds escaping her lips were a few unintentional whimpers.

"Now, jus' stay quiet and do as I say an' you'll be fine." The guy closed his pocketknife and shoved it into his jean pockets. His hood had slipped off his close-shaved head, revealing his face. He looked no older than sixteen, though his muscular frame suggested a few years older. He looked around the vehicle nervously, licking his dry lips.

"What do you want from me?" Despite her best attempt, Meredith's voice quivered and her fear was laced within her words. She felt small, weak.

"You." He said simply, sending shivers down her spine at the sheer possibilities. He rolled up his sleeves, and for the first time she noticed the blood on his hands.

"Are you hurt?"

He shook his head then wiped his nose with his arm, pointing at the rear of the moving van. "Nah, he is, man. He needs your help."

Meredith hesitated to take her eyes off the boy before her, for fear of what he would do. But curiosity got the better of her and she turned her head and caught sight of a kid curled up in a fetal position. He was whimpering, and she wondered why she hadn't heard him sooner. She cast a glance at her abductor again before she scooted across the floor, wincing as she applied pressure to her banged up wrist.

"Can you help 'im?"

Meredith reached for the kid, probably the same age as her abductor. Her hand felt something thick and sticky, she identified it immediately as blood. "Can you turn on the light?"

"It's busted," the boy responded. "But I think we've got a flashlight 'round here somewhere. Yo, TJ, you got a light?"

The driver, or apparently TJ, turned his head towards them, the van swerving across the road as he did. "Dude! No names! She'll tell 'em cops!" He slammed his fists on the steering wheel in frustration. "Shit!"

The boy hung his head. "Sorry man," he apologized. "Do you have a flashlight? The doc needs one."

TJ sighed in irritation as he reached over into the glove box, fishing out the object.

Somehow the boy's lack of professionalism seemed to relax Meredith. Neither seemed to know what they were doing. That was a good thing, wasn't it?

"Here." TJ tossed the light into the backseat, then her abductor handed it to her.

"Thanks," she said without thinking. What the heck? Thanking her kidnappers? She shook it off and turned on the LED light, shining it on the wounded kid. It was worse than she first thought. His body resembled that of the kid she had seen earlier that night in the hospital. Knife wounds pierced his stomach that was now completely covered in blood. Too much blood.

"Well?"

She looked at him. "You have to take me back to the hospital. This boy needs help that I can't give him."

"Yes you can. You's a doctor, ain't ya?"

"Yes I am," she confirmed, her voice no longer weak and quivering. "But I can't do anything in a van. I don't have any medical supplies or equipment."

The boy looked unsure what to say. "We got some towels 'round here somewheres…"

"You don't understand; he needs blood. He needs stitches. We need to make sure no vital organs were disturbed. Please, you have to take us back."

"No!" TJ hollered from the drivers seat. "We ain't goin' back. We ain't goin' to jail."

Meredith shook her head. "I won't say anything, I promise. You can just drop the two of us off; I promise he'll have the best care available. I'll stay with him the whole time."

"You think we're stupid?" TJ asked. "If we take you back, the cops will be all over Oli—… him. They'll send him back to juvie. No, we ain't doin' that. You want to go free, you save him. Ya hear me? You save him."

Her heart rhythm sped up again as she realized the impossible scenario she was in. She took the old abandoned, smelly towels her abductor handed her and stripped off her labcoat, instantly staining it as she applied it to the now screaming boy's torso. "If you won't take me back you have to at least get me something to work with. He's going to bleed through this coat and those towels will give him an infection. I need to stitch him up, now."

TJ, who Meredith had no doubt was the leader in all this, nodded his head. "You tell us what we need and we'll get it for ya."

"You're going to steal supplies from a hospital?" The doctor asked, hope rising within her.

"Naw," the other kid said with a slight smirk. "We're gunna jack a gas station."

"You said you got a look at the license plate?"

Derek nodded at the police officer. "Yeah, it started with Z83 and I think it ended with a 4." He ran his fingers through his hair nervously. "Please, you have to find them, they have my wife."

"And you're sure she was kidnapped?" The cop looked up from his notepad, quizzical.

"Yes! I've told you all this three times! They pushed her into a van and drove away. What more do you want from me? Call it in and find my wife!"

The cop held his hands up in surrender. "We're just trying to get all the facts, sir. The more information we have on these guys, the better chance we have of finding your wife."

"Just do it already! I told you everything I know!"

"Derek?" Cristina hurried over to his side, looking alarmed. "What's wrong? Do we have a case? Where's Meredith? She dumped her patient on me and left. Did she—"

Derek took a moment to calm himself down. He would be no use to Meredith the way he was. "Meredith was kidnapped, Cristina."

"What?" The doctor asked in disbelief. "Mer?"

"Yes. I don't know why, I don't know by whom, they just threw her in a van."

"When?"

Derek glanced at his watched. "Twenty-nine minutes ago."

Cristina turned towards the police officer, who was speaking into his radio. "Why the hell aren't you out there looking for her?"

The cop turned his back to her as he continued talking into the radio. He let them know what was going on and asked for backup before turning back to them. "We'll need to see the security tapes you all got."

"Yes, of course, anything we can do."

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