Lindsay could hear her surroundings. She felt someone dragging her through the warehouse. They lifted her up and threw her into the trailer. She forced her eyes open. Everything inside the trailer was blurry. A few seconds later, Lindsay's eyes regained their sight. Lindsay pushed herself up onto her elbows. Adam was sitting in front of her. Half of his face was covered in blood. There were several large cuts on his face, including the left side of nose, his upper forehead, and under his eye. Adam's bottom lip was split, adding to the blood.

"Looks like we got ourselves another bargaining chip." one of them said.

Lindsay groaned and pushed herself further up. Adam grabbed Lindsay's shoulders and helped her sit up. He groaned and brought his hand back in front of him. Lindsay saw the charred skin on the palm of his hands.

"What did they do to you, Adam?" Lindsay asked.

Adam said nothing.

"Adam?" Lindsay asked.

"They were…they were going to kill me, Linds." Adam said.

"Just tell me, Adam." Lindsay replied.

Adam shook his head. "They wanted my ID, and the pass codes to the parking garage and the crime lab and…" Adam trialed off. He slammed his head into the trailer.

"And what?" Lindsay pressed.

"They wanted to know where their guns and drugs are." Adam answered.

Lindsay gasped. Her heart started racing. This was all a plot to get back their property. The rest of the gang was going to the lab!

"I'm so sorry." Adam said.

Lindsay looked back to Adam, "Hey, I understand Adam." She couldn't blame Adam for telling them. They'd practically beaten him senseless. Lindsay would've done the same thing. She just hope it wouldn't come to that. Lindsay looked at the men standing near the entrance of the trailer. There had to be a way out of this.

"Adam, what do you have in your kit?" Lindsay asked.

Adam looked confused, "What are you talking about, my kits way over there?"

"Never mind that. What's in it?" Lindsay repeated.

"Um…presumptive blood tests…gliff kit, stuff to cast with…uh narco. test kit-"

Lindsay nodded. "Test…good…that's great. That means we have marquis in there that contains sulfuric acid."

"So?"

"Look, just trust me, Adam. I need you…to go…and get it." Lindsay explained.

"What?" Adam asked. Lindsay saw the fear in his eyes as he shook his head. "No. No, I can't. If…if I move…they'll…they're gonna kill me."

"No they won't, cause if they were, they would've killed us already, Adam." Lindsay replied. "They need us as hostages."

Adam still couldn't move. Lindsay moved closer to Adam's side. "Adam, I know you're scared, alright. So am I. But you have to get to your kit. Understand?"

Adam nodded. Lindsay turned quickly, watching the men outside the trailer. She estimated how far it was to the front of the trailer.

"But…but how am I-" Lindsay bolted up from her seat. Her boots clattered against the iron of the trailer, telling the men that she was running.

"Hey, bitch! Get back here!" the screamed.

Lindsay ran as fast as she could through the warehouse. She didn't need to escape them, just give Adam enough time to get to his kit. She pushed herself to go. Lindsay weaved through two sets of chains hanging on stands, leading around the trailer.

Suddenly something rammed into the back of Lindsay's head, sending her forward into a large crate ion front of her. Lindsay collided with the crate, stopping her dead. She groaned on impact.

"Darin' lass, aren't ya?" one said.

Lindsay inhaled deeply. "Just training for a marathon."

The man chuckled before she slammed the butt of his rifle into Lindsay's ribs. Lindsay screamed in pain and dropped to her knees. Her arms wrapped around her chest as she tried to breath. She choked on nothing has she tried to force her lungs to inhale.

"Well get this bitching lass a mic, cause she's got funny in her." he said.

Lindsay choked laughing. "You two assholes…just hijacked a crime scene clean up! You won't get anything out of this…and all your dumbass partners…are going to find…is just how brain dead…you all are."

The man nodded and slammed his rifle against her face. Lindsay head snapped to the side and collapsed on the ground. Lindsay groaned in pain. The second man kicked Lindsay back against the crate. Lindsay could take the bitter metallic liquid seeping down her lips. This wasn't the smartest move she's ever made, but Danny's personality must be rubbing off on her.

"Jackie boy." came a static voice.

Lindsay figured it must've been the second group in the lab.

"Aye."

"Showtime." came the reply.

Lindsay's stomach churned. Not from the hit, but from what he might mean. Lindsay heard footsteps behind her. Then someone grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. Lindsay groaned loudly.

"Alright lassie…you're gonna make a phone call." he said. He held the phone opened for her with the number already dialed in. Lindsay listened to the dial tone and waited for an answer.

"Yeah, Detective Flack?"

Lindsay inhaled sharply as the second man jabbed her in the rub. "Don…it's Lindsay. We uh…we have a problem, Don. We have a big problem here."

Jack took the phone from her. "I've got four officers total. Ya better hurry, cause the little lass here's tryin' to fly away. We'll be sure just to clip one wing a hers."

Before Lindsay knew what he meant, the second man slammed his rifle into her leg. Lindsay screamed as she felt the bones break. She held her leg, trying t keep herself from sobbing at the excruciating pain. Lindsay tried to divert her thoughts from the situation she was known in. She bit her lip, thinking of how scared Danny would be fore her once he knew what was going on.

Someone grabbed her hair, pulling her to her feet. Lindsay groaned as she was forced to stand on her broken leg. They dragged her back to the trailer and threw her in, not caring that her leg slammed into the base of the trailer. Lindsay cried out again, cradling her leg. She looked up at Adam, he nodded slowly, giving her a glimpse of the bottle. Lindsay lowered her head and sighed painfully. Now all they could do was wait for Flack.

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yes i just broke Lindsay's leg. yes i am that mean. people should be used to that by now.

i own nothing.