Danny sighed as he sat down across from his father, "I just don't know what to do. I can't find a single person who knows who this guy is. It's been two days and I know you read the files of those other cases."

Frank looked up from his desk, "I did and it scares the hell out of me."

Danny met his father's eyes, "Then help me, tell me what to do. I'm at a dead end; the detectives on the case were at a dead end five minutes before they started."

Frank took his glasses off and rubbed at his eyes, "Go over everything you have then go over it again. After you do that get out there and canvass until you find someone who recognizes that man and find your brother."

Danny groaned, "How did I know you were going to say that?"

Frank smiled slightly as Danny rose to leave his office, "Because it's what you would have said if you were thinking straight." Danny nodded, pulling out his phone and exiting the office, leaving Frank to look sadly at a picture of his family and wish for days long gone.

Danny dialed Jackie as he made his way back to his car, she picked up and Danny instantly spoke, "Hey Jackie, we need to go back to that neighborhood and ask around again. I'll meet you there ok." Danny hung up the phone, not giving his partner time to respond and got in his car to drive back to the place his brother disappeared.

When Danny arrived he only had to wait a few minutes before Jackie drove up and got out of her own car. Jackie shut her door and joined Danny, "So where should we start?"

Danny stepped out, leading the way, "I say we talk with the local crazies, this guy might actually talk to them thinking it won't matter if they remember him."

Jackie nodded, "Good idea Reagan."

Danny looked over his shoulder as he walked, "I thought so."

Jackie and Danny walked the streets, pausing only to question passersby and the homeless dwelling in side alleys. After a few hours Jackie placed her hand on Danny's shoulder, "Danny, we've been at this for hours, why don't we take a break. It's getting dark, lets grab some food and coffee then be on our way."

Danny turned to Jackie, his eyes alight with anger and frustration, "I'm not taking a break. My brother is being held God knows where by a psychopath and I'm not stopping until I find him." Danny's voice lowered dangerously as he spoke. Without a second glance, Danny turned back around a headed off down the block.

Jackie sighed and trudged after her partner. Just as she caught up with him an elderly woman appeared from a nearby alley. Danny turned towards the woman and held up the photo, "Excuse me ma'am, have you seen this man."

The woman tilted her head, "Such a strange man. He brings me flowers. Don't know why. He talks to me, thinks I don't remember just because I'm old. Poor Stanley, he always seems so sad, except for when he has a new boyfriend. He shows me pictures. I like the new one, Stanley said he's a cop." The woman paused and looked at Danny's badge, "Oh I shouldn't have said that, Stanley might not like it. Promise you won't tell him."

Danny nodded, "We won't. Do you know Stanley's last name?"

The woman's eyes narrowed, "Are you going to take him away? I like my flowers, and I won't get them anymore if you take him away."

Jackie shook her head, "We just want to talk to him ma'am." The woman nodded, "Stanley Masters, such a strange man."

Danny stepped forward, taking a picture of Jamie out of his wallet, "Ma'am, is this the man Stanley showed you a picture of?"

The woman leaned closer and nodded her head, "Yes, such a lovely looking boy. He looks nice."

Jackie nodded, "Could you tell us where Stanley lives?"

The woman's face went blank then confused, "Who's Stanley? Do I know you?" the woman stared for a moment before turning and walking back down the alley.

Danny crumpled the picture of the man and threw it at the ground, "Dammit!" Danny kicked the small paper ball before walking to the wall and leaning against it with his head in his hands.

Jackie moved to stand next to him, "Hey calm down, at least we got a name."

Danny growled, "Yeah but we still have to find the bastard and there is no way that ID will hold up in court."

Jackie huffed in amusement, "I thought you didn't care about court, you just wanted Jamie back."

Danny's head came up, "Wow, using my own words against me. Guess I deserve that though, because you're right. Now let's find out where this Stanley guy lives and get my brother back."

Jackie smiled as Danny moved off of the wall, "Now that's the Reagan I know. Let's get this show on the road."

Danny smiled and pulled out his phone, talking before the person on the other end had a chance to finish the greeting, "Dad, we got a name. Think you can call in a favor and get us an address and a tactical team?"

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Stan yanked Jamie's jeans over his hips before trailing his fingers to the zipper and closing it. As he fixed the button he leaned forward till his mouth was by Jamie's ear, "Better that time but you weren't very compliant. We've talked about this, now it's time for your punishment."

Jamie squeezed his eyes shut as the weight on top of him disappeared. The room turned quiet as the door shut. Jamie opened his eyes, chancing a glance at the window, it was getting dark. A few more hours and he would be into his third day in this hellhole.

Jamie's eyes snapped to the door as it swung open, he saw Stan enter with his collection of knives. Jamie hid a wince as he breathed too deeply and stretched the cuts across his ribs that came from the last punishment session.

Stan moved forward and grabbed Jamie's left hand. He pulled out a small knife and brushed it across Jamie's finger tips before pressing it into the skin and moving it down each finger to join at the center of the palm. Each cut was only as deep as a paper cut but Jamie felt his hand throb with the sting. Some of the pain must have showed on Jamie's face because Stan began to laugh. Jamie growled softly, his head moving up in his attempt to sit but his chest cried out in protest and Stan easily pushed him back down.

Stan smiled and patted Jamie's cheek, "My, my, ever the fighter. I should have taken a cop ages ago, it's more fun when you fight back a bit. Maybe next time I'll take another cop, or maybe one of them military types. They have trainin for this sorta thing don't they?" Stan chuckled as he flipped Jamie on to his stomach. Jamie hissed slightly as his weight pressed on the multitude of cuts on his torso, reopening them.

Jamie turned his face into the dirty mattress as he felt the knife bite into his back, parallel to his spine. The cuts were deeper than the ones on his hands and he could feel the blood trickling out. After a while he heard Stan's voice behind him, "Now my little pretty boy, howse about we try things again."

Jamie turned his head to try and face Stan, "Let's not and say we did."

Stan's eyes narrowed, "What did you say?"

Jamie pushed himself up with his right hand and looked defiantly into Stan's cold eyes, "I said no. Was that too complicated for you to understand?"

Stan growled and roughly pushed Jamie down and grabbed a wicked looking knife from his bag. Jamie grunted as he felt the knife slash diagonally across his back. Jamie clenched his jaw as the blade descended again, and again, crisscrossing his back. Jamie grew tired as he felt the warm blood spread over his back and soak into the mattress. Eventually Stan grew bored with the punishment and left with an angry huff. Jamie slipped into unconsciousness as he heard the lock click into place.

Jamie woke with a start, surprised to see light from a street lamp pouring in the small window. Jamie moved and winced as his back complained. He pushed himself in to a sitting position and felt fresh blood trickle down his back as he aggravated the fresh wounds. He put his hand over one of the cuts and drew it back to look at it in the faint light. The deep red stained his fingers and looked almost like ink from a pen in the poor light.

The thought caught Jamie's attention and he looked at the small window. He slowly pushed himself up and limped over to the wall. When he reached the window he glanced out, he had a pretty good view of the street so the street had a pretty good view of the window. He wiped his fingers in the blood trickling down and around his side and placed two blood coated fingers against the window and began to write.

When he finished, he limped back to the mattress and lied down in an area free of wet sticky blood. As Jamie fell asleep he could see the light shining on the bloody, dripping 'help' he had written on the window.

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A/N- Big rescue scene is on it's way! So I hope everyone liked the scene, it wasn't too gory was it? I've been waiting to have Jamie call for help some way and this seemed unique so I hope you liked it. anyways, I'll update soon and other family members will make an appearance.