A/N: white collar black wolf, Guest, Bluesupernewsiecriminalncis,jlmayer and larutanrepus89; you all cracked the code! It was an interesting and challenging chapter to write; for try as I might , I couldn't be ambiguous enough. I only decided who it was halfway through the chapter. Jlmayer, great guess, but this is the night after Danny crashes with Jamie.

Jamie's pov

I arose the next morning, only Mase and I in the room. I turned to my friend after a good night's sleep, but soon was taken aback by something striking

"Mase, you ok? You look a bit ... different."

He shrugged it off

"I'm good, J, no need to worry. Just a bit sleepy still and disheveled from tossing and turning around. You know how I noises won't disturb me in the slightest, but I'm a restless sleeper."

I laughed at that very true statement, even though I was still a bit on edge; but I was obviously unwilling to let it show just yet

"True. I can't even count how many times you fell out of bed and woke up in the middle of the night during college; then in the reunions."

We laughed, recalling those incidents, and still, something did not feel quite right. I just could not place my finger on it quite yet. Or maybe everything was just fine and I was just being paranoid because of Kyle, I was not sure which one it was yet. I shook my head a bit to clear my thoughts and to help me wake up, as I was still sleepy; which could have also impacted my impressions of my best friend this morning, but I was still uneasy. All I knew was I had to be on the tip of my toes and many feet ahead from now on, should my gut feeling be right. I decided to pretend that everything was alright to not set him off at present moment, but to put my chilling theory to the test at the breakfast table; since I would be more awake and in tune with my thoughts, and would have other people who knew Mason, and were seasoned cops and detectives.

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Mason's pov

When I awoke suddenly, and in an enclosed, dark, foreign space no less; I knew Kyle had gotten to us somehow; and taken me after holding a damp cloth to my face, that contained some substance that knocked me out. But taken me where? What was his plan? How do I tell Jamie and the other Reagan's? I made a quick assessment of the dreadful and dangerous situation. I had no idea where I was, other than in the trunk of a car with very little air and hardly any food or beverage; I had no way to communicate with Jamie, Kyle was my captor more than likely; and I had no idea what his next move was, or if he had already put it in motion. I could not let Kyle hurt anyone. Especially not my friends. They had gone through enough tragedies already. The trunk was locked from the outside, I was handcuffed to something in the trunk that was too dark to see; only so I could eat and drink what little provision he left me; but I was trapped enough that I could not escape or call for help. My phone was also gone. I was pretty sure I was going to die. They did not know I was missing, and the clock was ticking as far as water, food and air were concerned. I really hope this is all a nightmare.

With no other choice at hand, I laid back against the trunk of the vehicle, trying to rationalize what little air was left and trying to keep myself from a panic attack; since the exaggerated breathing would make it to where I would run out of oxygen way too quickly for my liking; and the brash movements could only do me harm, not a lick of good. Instead, I focused on trying to gather any intel I could about my surroundings; the car and where it was parked alike; to try to escape; though the chances were scarce; and, should Kyle catch me before any cop, fireman, paramedic, or even a fed did; I was absolutely facing my doom; but I had to try, I was not going down without a fight. For me, for Jamie, for his family, and for our fallen friends. It HAD to be done. I just hoped it would be done in time.