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4 hours had passed since Ian had lost the Kia Rio Swarrid had changed into. The perimeter had been set up by then, but there was a chance he had slipped through. Now that most of the action had died down they'd all moved back to the FBI building. They'd sent out pictures of Swarrid and Don out to police stations, hospitals, and even airports across the state.

Liz and Ian were currently sorting out random information that had come in from different sources in the past hours that were related to suspicious activity or gunfire.

Colby had sent Nikki and Suzie home after they were released from the hospital. Suzie had a mild concussion and Nikki had just had deep bruising on her leg. They had been very lucky. (Nikki said she was driving next time.) They hadn't liked being sent home, but Colby had promised to call them if anything came up. An hour after that, Colby had passed out at his desk which is where he currently was. And that was why Ian was grudgingly helping Liz with all the police reports. He would rather be out trying to figure out how he had lost that car. He voiced his complaint to Liz.

"If you wanna go wake up Granger, be my guest. But he is not going to be a happy camper." Liz replied.

"Hmm. Good point." Ian decided paperwork was safer than Colby at the moment.

Larry and Amita were currently pouring over a map of LA that was marked up with different colored markers and sticky notes. They had stacks of paper splayed everywhere that they were referencing and marking the map with.

"There has to be an error in this data." Amita said suddenly. She glanced over at Charlie on reflex to see what he thought, but of course he was still unconscious.

Larry nodded. "I agree. Unless this man invented a wormhole device, there is no way that the vehicle got from point A to point B in that amount of time."

"What does that mean?" Alan asked from across the room.

"That Don is still in the perimeter and probably not too far away." Amita replied as she pulled out her phone.

A thought suddenly struck Robin. "Wait a minute… Swarrid took my phone."

"I think you've mentioned this before." Larry stated quizzically.

"Ya, but I figured he tossed it out the window or took out the battery. What if he didn't?"

"Then you'd know where Swarrid was." Alan said. "And where Swarrid is…"

"Don is." Robin finished.

Colby heard an annoying sound near his ear. He wanted to ignore it and go back to sleep. But then he realized it was his phone. He shot up from his desk and quickly answered with what he hoped wasn't a groggy voice. "Granger."

"Colby, it's Amita."

"Is something wrong?" he asked instantly.

"No, actually. Larry and I were looking over the data you gave us earlier on the perimeter and we came up with an anomaly." Amita replied.

"Okay?" Colby rubbed the heel of his hand across his eyes. He hoped she wasn't going to go into some long math explanation. He wasn't awake enough for that.

"Unless Swarrid's car had rockets attached to it there is no way he could have made it 12 blocks ahead of Nikki and Suzie at the speed they were going." Amita said. "But we did find that if Swarrid left when they said he did and went normal speed the whole way the perimeter would have caught him by now."

"So that means we identified the wrong car and Don and Swarrid are still inside the perimeter." Colby put together.

"Exactly."

"Thanks, Amita." Colby stood and was about to hang up.

"Oh, um, Robin said Swarrid has her phone." Amita interjected.

"What?" Colby asked in disbelief. Why hadn't she mentioned that before?

"She said she thinks he probably destroyed it or tossed it, but it's worth a shot."

"She's right. Tell her thanks." Colby didn't hear Amita's response as he hung up the phone and jogged over to the war room.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty." Liz greeted.

Colby ignored Liz's taunt. "Amita called. She said there was no possible way that the red car we tailed was Swarrid And that Swarrid has Robin's phone."

Ian stood. "That means they're still in the perimeter." He cursed. "I bet you he never even left the hospital to begin with."

Ian Edgerton was dead on. Swarrid had tossed Don in the trunk of a car while he paid off two teenagers with a twenty to stage as a decoy. Then they sat in the parking lot for three hours. He had given Don an ACE wrap for his slashed calf. He couldn't have him bleeding out on him now.

After what felt like forever to Don, the car lurched into motion. He had successfully bandaged his calf and then tried to figure out a way out of the trunk. He didn't have time. The car ride was extraordinarily short. Somewhere around 15 minutes, Don guessed. When the trunk opened he found himself in a basement. In the middle of the room was a chair that was bolted to the floor. In all honesty he thought it looked like a chair the dentist used.

Swarrid gruffly pulled Don out by the front of his shirt and threw him into the chair. His wrists were cuffed to the arms of the chair and a belt was drawn tightly around his forehead, chest, and thighs so he couldn't squirm around or look anywhere. Swarrid then left for a while. He figured it was to move his car and close the garage door he could see the top of. So was this a basement? Or a garage? Both?

Swarrid looked pleased with himself when he returned. "Now, Don, I'm sure you remember what my victims looked like when I was done with them." Don had to keep himself from wincing at the memory. "I assure you that you are going to look much worse. But I'm not going to touch your pretty little face anymore. I want them to be able to recognize you." Swarrid grinned as he saw Don shiver. "That's why I'm going to let them find you." He pulled out Robin's phone from his back pocket. Don recognized it and really wished his short term memory of that event would come back.

"What did you do to her?" He growled.

"Oh, don't you remember, Don? I didn't do anything to her. You did."

Don's face paled. "What?"

"You handcuffed her to Charlie's bed. In that mess it's probably going to be some time before someone finds her, or before she pulls it off herself. You know how painful that is."

Don grimaced.

"Hm... Who should we call first? Alan maybe?" He clicked the phone shut. "I think we should have some fun before we call your dad. What do you think?"

"Go to hell."

A half an hour later they had a plan ready to go. Robin had supplied them with her phone number and they already had a tech guy ready to trace the call. Colby and Suzie were positioned on one side of the perimeter and Liz, Nikki, and Ian were positioned on the other side.

"Ready?" Colby asked everyone over the comm. system.

"Ready." Came from Liz and a few LAPD cars.

"Okay, I'm making the call." Colby announced. Liz let the tech know the call was starting.

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