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Morgue - 17:11

Lanie was chatting with fellow medical examiner Sidney Perlmutter about a case when the automatic doors to autopsy opened and in walked a petite blonde woman.

"Oh god, is that a dead person?" the familiar female voice asked, sickened.

Both M.E's turned their gazes towards the blonde woman, who seemed frozen in spot near the doors; her bright blue eyes were widened looking at the young woman on the table.

"No, she's practising. Pretty good, don't you think?" Perlmutter answered, dripping with dry sarcasm.

Lanie turned her attention from the blonde and glared at her co-worker. He just shrugged it off. Sidney wasn't a people person. That fact had been pointed out to him several times over the years. He worked with death for a reason.

Lanie rolled her eyes at the older man before turning her attention back towards the blonde woman, who seemed to be a little zoned out. Lanie began walking towards her.

"Jenny, what are you doing here?" anxiety filled her voice. "Nothing's happened to Ryan or Javier, has it?" Lanie asked, stopping a few meters from the pretty blonde.

Jenny managed to shift her gaze from the body and towards female M.E, seeing that her presence has caused some panic."No, sorry I didn't mean to scare you," Jenny assures her. "I was actually wondering if we could go grab a coffee and talk?" the blonde woman asked.

Lanie softly smiles at her; she was touched by the thought. "I don't drink coffee but after this week, I could go for something a little stiffer. Just let me change and I'll be right with you," she answers, as she heads in the direction of her office to change from the pink scrubs.

Jenny smiles at her, calling out. "I'll wait in the hall."

Rick's Loft – 17:15 – Surveillance Room

All the monitors in the Surveillance Room were active with life. Rick was monitoring them, while also watching his laptop screen which is connected to Brook's laptop via webcam.

The author had his eyes focused on the middle screen which showed the kitchen to where his girls were congregated. His mother, daughter and best friend are all seated around the breakfast bar, chatting. Since Kate had discovered the room, he had to promise not to listen in on their conversations and she promised not to tell Alexis and Martha about the secret room, but she didn't say he couldn't observe them without the sound.

Rick was mesmerized by how amazedly his partner got on with his mother and daughter. But that was just it, ever since they first met; Kate has just seemed to fit into his readymade family. She seemed to be the only missing piece.

The writer knew that Kate wasn't as affectionate as him or Alexis but he loved the way that in her own little ways. She let him know how she felt, even with a simple touch. Even though she hadn't bought up the 'I love you' conversation, he knew when she was ready to discuss it; his beautiful inspiration would let him know.

For now Rick was just happy that Kate was letting him into her heart.

Storm Safe house – 17:17 – Unknown Location

Donavan arrived at the safe house just after five in the afternoon. His men had spent the last three hours trying to get the three bothers to talk. But all three were being stubborn; all three were in separate rooms, all unaware that they weren't the only one that had been taken.

Donavan wanted to keep them apart for a reason. He didn't want them knowing about one another until he was good and ready. The room that that the former marine and Lieutenant Brooks were in at the moment, was an interrogation room that looked like a normal white room. There was a white table bolted to the ground, along with four white chairs bolted to the floor because of previous experiences. There was a hidden white camera in the corner of the room that got a bird's eye view.

The Lieutenant was sitting down at the table across from Grant's oldest son, Matt. Wyatt had his legs crossed on the table and was slightly leaning back in the chair.

The room was completely white because after a while of sitting in it, it drove people insane, being in a completely white room for a long period of time.

For the past ten minutes Donavan had been in the room, he had been standing in it. Just staring dead ahead at the younger dark skinned male.

Donavan knew everything he needed to know on Grant's three sons. For instance, Matt - the eldest was thirty six, divorced and currently un-attached. He has been a detective for six years now at the 16th Precinct. He works in the Missing Person's Unit. Matt is one of the top detectives.

Wyatt was playing monopoly on his phone with the sound up loud. The Lieutenant was an Australian like Donavan. He was with the Australian Naval Seals and he also could read body language and micro expressions. At the moment he is on Decomp, which is short for decompression. That's what they call their breaks between missions.

Wyatt ran a hand through his medium length dark blonde curls. After landing in jail, he tossed his phone on the table, annoyed. His blue eyes shifted from the phone and rested on the bulkily bald younger man sitting across from him. He was at least four years younger and resembled Tyrese Gibson.

Wyatt was still a little stunned to what had happened today. This morning he had lost a really good friend, but he couldn't let it show. He had to remain in character, emotionless.

Diaz and Rick had both been in the same unit as himself when they were back in the corp. Together. The three were known as the three musketeers by their squad leader, Donavan Storm.

Even though he was a scout sniper, Donavan also trained marine sniper units out in the field, from 1988 – 2002. Before he retired from the corp, he then opened Storm Security and moved back to Australia.

"You find missing people, right?" the lieutenant asked, casually. Getting no response from the detective, he pushes on. "Well how about you help us find your father, he's not technically missing but we'd appreciate the help, detective." Wyatt answered, flashing him a cheeky grin.

A minute passed with no response. This annoyed the blonde Seal extremely. Wyatt was finding it difficult to remain calm and not reach across the table and strangle this detective. He removed his feet from the table and sat properly, fusing his fingers together and glaring across the table.

"Matt, where is your father?" Donavan finally spoke, determined.

Once again the detective didn't say a word. Donavan pushed himself off the wall and walked towards the table. The former marine strongly disliked it, when people didn't answer him.

"I asked you a question boy, now you will damn well answer it!" raising his voice as he reached the table and slammed his hands down on it.

Matt flinched slightly.

Matt had no idea who these men were and what they wanted with his father. Since his father was an important person in the New York police department, the detective knew it was best to keep his mouth shut no matter what.

Sidewalk - 17:20

The two young women were walking along the footpath, passing local businesses, cafes, etc. It was still pretty light out, passing people as they go since the bar was in walking distance.

Lanie shot a quick text off to Javier, letting him know where she was and who she was with, so he didn't worry.

"I am just a little concerned about Kevin, ever since the captain's death and his boss got shot; he has seemed a little on edge." Jenny explained, agitated.

Lanie slipped her phone back into her jean pocket, then turned and faced the petite woman.

Both women stopping in front of a cafe, Lanie placed her hand on the woman's shoulder. "Jenny, this last week, we've all been ..." Lanie began, but stopped when a tinted black van pulled up beside, wheels squealing. The side door then opened and two large men dressed completely in black, jumped out in ski mask.

The two men grabbed the women and began shoving them towards the van. Jenny screamed at the top of her lungs. Lanie was trying to fight back. Even though the medical examiner was scared to hell, she wasn't going down without a fight. She lifted her heel boot and dug it into her captor's boot. He must have been wearing something hard because he didn't even flinch. Instead he brought the fork of his elbow towards her neck, pressing her head forward and tightening the grip, basic sleeper hold.

Lanie was feeling light headed after a few seconds, she tried struggling from his grip but he was too strong and everything was going black.

Storm Safe house - 17:23 - Unknown Location

Both Donavan and Wyatt were beyond pissed off by this point. Both highly trained men have dealt with gathering information from heartless human beings before and never lost their cool, but this time it was personal. One of their own had been murdered, patience were short.

"Matt, if you do not start talking immediately, then I cannot be held accountable for my actions," Wyatt calmly explained. "Or His," the blonde lieutenant warned as he gestured towards Donavan.

"Or what!" the detective provoked.

Donavan remained calm. He wasn't going to let this punk get under his skin.

"I'll put a bullet through your heart like your father did to my friend" Wyatt answered coldly but determined. "So where is he?"

Matt looked at the two men confused. What the hell was he talking about?

"Who the hell are you? And what the hell makes you think that my father killed your friend?"

The Lieutenant looked the detective dead in the eyes, his voice solemn. "Lieutenant Wyatt Brooks of the Australian Naval Special Operations Unit," his eyes darkened to a deep blue as he stood up from his seat and leaned forward. "I was standing four meters away when a bullet from his gun penetrated my friend's chest," Wyatt answered with pain in his voice.

The male detective began shaking his head in disbelief. "No, my father is a good man, respected man. He hasn't fired a shot in years," the detective began, slowly raising his voice. "I don't know where you're getting your information, but my father is not a murderer!" he defended.

Donavan could see the respect that the son held for his father, it was the same respect Rick had for him. Knowing that Grant had kept his sons from his dark secrets, like the former sniper had expected, but his sons were not little kids anymore. They deserved to know the truth about their father and the monster he truly was.

Donavan turned and faces the camera, he than signalled. A few moments later the door opened and walked in two younger men that were mini versions of Dallas Grant himself. Walking in behind them were two built body guards.

Matt stood up when his two younger brothers entered the room, followed by two unknown men. Nathan and David hurried towards their big brother and stopped beside him, unlike Matt, they were only police officers.

"What the hell is going on here?" the oldest Grant asked, stepping in front of his brothers, protectively.

"Do you know how much time you jack holes will get for kidnapping three law enforcement officers? Do you know who our father is?" David, the youngest brother shot his mouth off.

"Your father is the reason you're in our custody," Donavan informed the smartass cop.

Rick's Loft – 17:41 – Kitchen

A knock came from the front door.

The three women in the kitchen were chatting animatedly away when they heard the knocking at the front of the loft door. All three turned their eyes towards the other side of the loft.

The brunette's gaze turned from the door, landing back on the Castle women and informed them. "I'll get it."

Kate slid of her stool and began walking out of the kitchen and through the loft, towards the door.

Rick met the injured detective as they both walked through the lounge area, coming from the direction of the study. He was so tempted to grab her hand but since he knew who was on the other side of the door, he hesitated.

As they reached the door, Kate looked at her partner curiously. He had apprehension written all over his face. She watched as he reached for the door handle, slowly turning it and pulling the door open.

12th Precinct - Bullpen

Detectives Ryan and Esposito walked towards their desks. Javier picked up his phone and began checking his messages.

The two had just come from interrogation, interviewing another dead lead on finding Dallas Grant. After reading the message from his girl, the Hispanic detective looked across at his partner, a little concerned. "Our girls went out for a drink at Sunset, the bar near Lanie's workplace."

Kevin looked at his partner, curious. "What's wrong with that, Bro?" The blue eyed detective could see his partner was worried about something. Javier was about to answer when he spotted Karpowski jogging towards them, looking panicked.

"Guys, Lanie and Jenny have been abducted!" she began. "It's all over the news," she finished, leaving both male detectives frozen where they stood.

What seemed like an eternity, but in reality only forty five seconds.

After getting over the shock, the Hispanic man grew furious. "What do you mean, abducted?" Kevin looked like he was going to faint. Both Detectives looked at the female detective, awaiting an answer.

"About twenty minutes ago, some kids where recording their stunts on their skateboards, a black van pulled up and the kid's phone was directed down the street to where the girls were talking. Two large men dressed in black hopped out of the van and grabbed them. Lanie tried fighting them off but then the guy put the sleeper hold on her ... the plates were removed. The techs are checking traffic cams to track the van," the Latino woman informed her co-workers.

Kevin placed his hand over his heart; it was beating so damn fast. Javier looked across at his partner, stunned. Finding it hard to breathe, himself. His chica was missing, had been abducted.

"Show us?" the Irish detective managed to ask.

Rick's Loft – Open Lounge Area

Rick, Kate and the Captain were all standing inside of the loft, a few metres from the door.

Martha and Alexis were spying on them from the kitchen area.

The two partners were standing beside one another; their side's practically glued together, not touching but not far from it. The brunette had a hand placed over her wound. It was taking everything in Rick's will power not to pull his girl in his arms, though if Kate knew he thought of her as his girl then she wouldn't be too pleased.

After a long tension filled moment, the brunette finally asked, suspicious. "Captain, why are you here?"

Kate could feel Rick's hand brushing against her own, knowing that he desperately wanted intimate contact. But Kate didn't want her boss knowing yet, especially if she was in cahoots with her uncle.

Nicole was studying the detective and her writer. The older woman knew there was definitely something going on between the two. And that wasn't just coming from the gossip she heard at the precinct, their body language said it all.

The younger brunette was looking at her almost fearfully. This confused the older woman. What was she afraid off?

"I just wanted to check in on you, you've had quite a rough week and I ..." the captain began answering before she was cut off by the sound of her cell phone ringing on her hip. She looked at the two sets of eyes on her. "Excuse me" she said as she turned her back to them and answered her phone.

Both Rick and Kate were watching the captain intently until the detective's phone also began to ring. The brunette turned her gaze towards the kitchen bench to where her phone is. Not having to go for it because the red headed teen picked it up and jogged it over to Kate.

Kate smiled softly at the teen as Alexis handed her the cell. Dropping her gaze to the screen, she grew curious, flipping the phone open as she answered directly.

"Beckett ... what ... when? ... Oh my god ... do they know where? ... Get over here now ... see you soon," Kate answered before shutting her phone.

Kate's heart began racing, her mind following it. A thousand thoughts going through it, was this really happening?

"Kate? Kate can you hear me?" Rick asked. His hands now on her shoulders, he was standing close enough to her that he had heard the conversation because Javier was practically yelling into her ear.

The writer was shocked with what he had heard but he would freak out later, right now Kate needed him to be strong since she looked like she was about to fall apart.

The detective could hear his voice but her brain wasn't processing the words at the moment. Her best friend and Jenny had been abducted. Dallas had them, Kate just knew it. Her heart was practically pounding through her chest, that she was getting dizzy and Rick's voice sounded muffled. Next thing she knew it. Everything around her was going black.

Rick was now highly concerned. Why wasn't she answering him? As soon as he saw her slightly swaying, like she was losing her footing, Rick pulled her into his arms and that's when she collapsed. Her legs gave away. Luckily he caught her.

"KATE!" Rick exclaimed.

Alexis was standing beside her father, her crystal blue eyes widened with panic. "DAD!" she exclaimed.

Rick carried Kate 'fireman' style over towards the couch, Alexis in tow behind him. As he gently laid her down, kneeling by her side and looking down at her pale complexion.

Martha joined her granddaughter's side at the end of the couch pulling her into a side hug, both looking fearfully down at the detective. "Richard, Darling, what happened?" Martha fretted.

Rick's blue eyes were filled with apprehension. He was looking down at his beloved detective trying to remain calm, gently brushing the hair from her face. "Come on Sweetheart, wake up. Kate, open those beautiful eyes for me," he whispers softly.

The Captain walked over towards the lounge, looking down at the fainted injured detective and writer. "Lanie Parish and Detective Ryan's fiancé have been abducted a little over twenty minutes ago," Nicole announced.

Momma Castle and Little Castle gasped.

Rick already knew that, his main focus was on his detective. As one hand brushed her face, his other clutched her hand, squeezing it. "Come on, Beautiful. Wake up," he pleaded.

Kate's eyes began to flutter. She had heard Rick's voice echoing in her mind. Her eyes finally fully opened and looking down at her, is Rick. His stony blue eyes filled with fear.

"I'm fine, Rick," she assured him, raising her hand and brushing his cheek. A moment passed before the phone conversation hit her, why she fainted in the first place. She sat up too quick causing pain to rip through her. "Lanie and Jenny," she hissed in pain.

Rick was trying to stop her from getting up any further. "Kate, lay back down," he gently ordered.

The detective shook her head. "No, I have to find them," she answered.

Rick knew he couldn't stop her from getting up, so he helped her to stand. "Kate, you're still healing, we'll find them. I'll call Storm. Ryan and Esposito are on their way over, we'll find them," he assured her.

Rick was holding her up for support. Kate turned and glared at her new boss, anger fell over the detective, her hazel green eyes burned with fury.

"Where are they? Where has he got them?" she demanded.

Nicole looked at the furious detective, puzzled. Why was she blaming her? She placed a hand on her hip. "I beg your pardon," the captain answered.

Kate took a few steps forwards, Rick still supporting her, moving with her. She blinked away the tears that were stinging at her eyes. "Your uncle shot me, and then murdered Diaz. Now he has abducted Lanie and Jenny," the injured detective accused. "So where the hell is he?" she demanded.

The two women standing a metre apart.

Nicole stood tall, her eyes widened and her expression stiffened. "Are you accusing New York's police Chief of Department being the sniper behind all of the corruption involving your mother's murder?" she fired back.

"I am not accusing, I know! What I don't know is if you knew!" Kate glared, folding her arms.

Safe House - 18:02 – Unknown Location

Donavan had just filled the son's in on what their father has been up too, all three denied all of it and saying that he was full of it and should stop accusing their father of such betrayal. The two bodyguards had to hold back the two youngest hot headed cops a few times, even though Donavan and Wyatt could have taken them down within seconds.

His cell began chirping. Donavan unclipped it from his pant belt and then looked at the screen. An unknown number was flashing on the screen. Donavan was cautious about answering unknown numbers. He answered it anyway.

"Storm" he barked. The voice that answered back he would know anywhere.

"Storm you should have stayed the hell out of this!" the older man shouted into his ear.

Donavan turned his back to the group. "No, I should have stopped you back then! You crossed the line when you shot Kate," he yelled back.

"The girl had to go. She was getting too close to discovering the truth. If she had just minded her own business just like her mother should have, then none of this would have happened!" Dallas's voice answered with anger.

Donavan was fuming. "Bullshit, if you hadn't started this then none of this would have happened. This is all your doing and I promise that I will take you down Grant, like I should have years ago." The former marine promised.

"Dad?" Nathan shouted from the other side of the room.

Donavan knew that Grant had heard that. He turned around and glared at the younger cop. "Did I ask you to speak!" That was a rhetorical question.

"Don't be an idiot. Now return my sons, they have no part of this. This can all go away, all you have to do is hand over Kate and this can end with her. I'll then return the detectives other halves unharmed," Grant's voice flowed.

Donavan's eyes darkened. Who did he have? Anger displayed in his features and he curled his fist into a tight ball.

"You know that I will never hand Kate over. But if you harm those women, if there is one mark on them, then I will send your sons back to you piece by piece. Mark my words Grant. This ends with you! Just like it should have decades ago," he promised.

Silence filled the phone conversation for a long minute before Grant spoke. "You have an hour to return my sons, otherwise the precious Medical Examiner and the Blonde will become casualties," he demanded.

Donavan's eyes turned to ice, as he looked at Grant's offspring. "They didn't come with a 'return to sender stamped' on their heads." He said, his voice dripping with dry sarcasm.

"Drop them off at Washington Square Park in front of the fountain," he ordered. "Rick has to make the trade; otherwise the girls won't make it home."

Anger fuelled the former mariner sniper. Knowing he had to buy time. "It is gonna take more than an hour to have them shipped from their current location," Donavan lied.

"21:00 sharp and remember that I have an eagle eye, so don't try to be the hero, Storm." Grant answered before the line went dead.

Donavan cursed under his breath. Then hitting speed dial two and waiting for the person to answer.

"Grant just signed his death certificate," he informed his son as he walked from the room.