A\N: Thank you so much to everybody who has been reading and reviewing this story. It means so much to me. I hope you like this chapter. I want to give a huge thank you to Andorian Princess-AIP for editing this chapter for me and helping me to improve it. Oh and in case you're not native to Toronto College Street is the location of the Toronto Police Head Quarters. It is also one of the main streets in Toronto and it connects to Young street which is another major street. Bay street which it also connects to is also another major street in Toronto. The corners of College and Young and College and Bay are probably two of the busiest intersetions in all of Canada.

Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint, CTV or ION

Spoilers: Attention Shoppers, We Take Care of Our Own and Lawmen

Warnings: Scenes of people being kidnaped. Talk about sexual assault.

Follow Me Part Two

Clark woke up with a pounding headache, "What happened?" he asked groggily.

"Hey buddy," Ed gave his son a slight smile, "How's your head?"

"It's alright," Clark didn't want to show weakness to his father, "Where's Mom? How long have I been out for?"

"Only a few hours, your mother's at home with Izzy. I told her it would be better if she saw you tomorrow."

"Okay," Clark tried to piece together the events of the night, "I don't remember much."

Ed studied his son's features and expression. He might not have been a good of a negotiator as Greg was but he knew his son was worried and scared. Ed wondered how much did he remember?"

"Clark son, what do you remember?"

"I remember Spike was watching over Dean and the Sam came. I kind of drew all over his face while he was sleeping. Then-" This was where Dean's memory began to fade, "I think Dr. Carver came in and did something then I-somehow ended up in a closet with my phone-I-I heard voices…"

"That's right. You recorded the voices on your phone. What else?" Ed gently prompted as he took notes.

"Well I remember he held a gun to my head but I elbowed him in the nose. It all goes blank after that. What else happened?"

Ed gently placed his pen down and placed it and his notepad on the table. "Clark you were attacked and knocked out with a crowbar. The last thing you did was dial my number. When you didn't respond I rushed to the hospital. That was three hours ago."

"What about Dean? Where's Dean?" Clark asked.

"He was taken by Dr. Carver and some other men. We're still trying to find him."

"I tried to save him Dad," Clark explained, "Greg must hate me. I let his son get kidnapped." Tears began to fall down his face,

"Hey, hey, nobody hates you. Especially Greg. You did everything you could to try and save Dean. The police are using your recording to help track the kidnappers and we already know who one is." Ed placed his hand on Clark's shoulder in an effort to calm him down.

"Did Sandy get kidnapped too? They said something about already having her."

Ed nodded his head, "Yes Clark they did."

"Why didn't Dean have any guards at his door Dad? Why did this happen?"

"I don't know son but I'd like to find out," Ed knew four officers had been assigned to guard Dean's door. All four of them however were unaccounted for.

"Dad what can I do to help?" Clark wondered.

"You can get some rest," Ed told him, "The doctor's think you might have a mild concussion so you might get woken up a few times."

"Dad, I mean about Dean. What can I do? I can help Spike or-what about Sam where's Sam?"

"Sam's getting checked out too….why?" Ed wanted Clark to regain as much memory as he could.

"The kidnappers I…asked Sam for help but they said they gave him something….I was afraid he was dead."

"No, no they just gave him a strong sleeping pill. By tomorrow morning he should be fine."

"Wake up!" A man snarled as he kicked Dean's side and kicked a plate of stale bread in front of him, "This is all you're getting today so make sure you eat it slowly." He warned as he slammed the dungeon like door shut behind him.

Dean's bones ached and when he tried to move pain ripped through his swollen shoulder. He tried to stand up but he couldn't move, the rattling of chains got him to believe he was chained to something. Shriving he slowly lay down and tried to go back to sleep.

"Get up!" A man, was pulling his forcefully pulling him up by his injured arm. "I said get up!" Dean felt a gun being pressed against the side of his head.

"My names Dean," He knew the best way to keep yourself alive was to personalize yourself to your capturer. If they knew who you were it was harder for them to kill you.

"Shut up!" The man snarled as he dragged Dean to his feet, "The Boss want's to see you!" He explained as he dragged Dean into some sort of open space.

"What….what…did….you do with Sandy?" He asked as he coughed up blood.

"I said shut up," The man growled again.

"What…..what did you do to her?" He asked again.

"Isn't that sweet! Dr. Carver laughed maliciously as he walked up to Dean behind an older man. "You looking out for your little girlfriend."

"How could you kidnap your own cousin?" Dean wanted to know, "She trusted you. We all trusted you."

"You're right Dylan he is a little know-it-all," The older man slapped Dean across the face sending more blood out of his mouth.

"Just tell me why, why did you do it after what happened that one night."

"You silly little boy!" The older man viciously grabbed Dean's face and shook it, "He was in on it the whole time. It was all a set-up, all of it."

"But-"

"Boss may I," Dr. Carver who was obviously frustrated asked.

"Sure, you've earned it."

"My Mom died in childbirth and I never knew my father. Sandy's parents, my sister's sister and brother in-law tried to raise me like their own but I knew they never loved me as much as Sandy. When I was sixteen I joined this gang. Do you get it now you stupid little boy?

Dean was about to respond when he heard Sandy scream and cry from another room, "What are you doing to her?" He tried to stand but a man pushed him down and chained him up.

"My boys are just having a little fun," The boss laughed.

"Don't hurt her!" Dean yelled, "She doesn't deserve it!"

"Don't tell me what to do," The boss growled, "Now smile for the camera, we're going to send your video to your father.

"My father's team will find us!" Dean said before he was bounded and gaged.

"Not before we're finished with you," Dr. Carver laughed.

By Sunday afternoon College Street from Bay to Young had been all but officially taken over by civilian and uniforms working effortlessly around the clock to find Dean Parker and Sandy Reynolds.

From inside the Headquarters Clark watched as officers hurried about their duties. He had been at home where his mother had wanted him to stay and rest. At two o'clock though he needed to get out of the house.

"Clark," Ed Lane approached his son followed by Spike, another young man and a teenage girl who looked about his age. "This is First class firefighter Danny Stevens and his younger sister Amelia. Amelia is Sandy's friend and she wants to help out as well. You two are going to be helping Spike and Mr. Stevens out alright?"

"Okay," Clark nodded his head, "What do you want me to do?" He turned to Spike and asked as Ed walked in the other direction.

"You and Amelia are going to be checking for common known associates of Dr. Dylan Carver and a man by the name of Nathanial Hernandez.

"He's the one I picked out of the voice line-up." Clark remembered the previous day's events.

"Right. He's a member of a notorious dangerous gang called the Hillside boys. The same gang who attacked Sandy and her cousin; We have their home and cell phone history and you two or going to be comparing them to see if you can find any names that are the same."

"Okay," Clark took both sheets of paper from Spike and handed one to Amelia,

"Just text or call one of us when you're finished," Danny added.

"What can we do after?" Amelia wondered as Spike's IPhone buzzed.

"Uh-" Spike seemed to be lost in the world technology as he showed Danny whatever he was looking at.

"We have to go!" Spike quickly pivoted around and hurried down the hall followed by Danny.

"They got some nee evidence and it's big," Clark turned to Amelia and said, "It was probably a hit on some kind of network or something. Spike's a wiz on the computer." He explained as he and Amelia sat down at a conference room table, "I almost want to go and see what it is but that didn't go over to well the last time Dean and I did it."

"I hope you're right. I've already lost my parents. I don't know what I'd do if I lost my best friend as well.

When it appeared as though Clark was at a loss for words Amelia spoke again, "It's okay, they died when I was three when our house caught on fire. I barely remember them. Our grandparents raised Danny and I. When I was in grade seven I switched to Applebee so Danny could still be my legal guardian but I wouldn't have to move around with him because of his training. I met Sandy my first week of Applebee, we've been best friends ever since."

"Dean and I have know each other since we were little," Clark chose not to reveal the whole truth as he had just met Amelia.

"Yeah Danny told me Dean's father was the best crisis negotiator in the city. Your father's a sniper on his team right?"

"Yeah," Clark nodded his head as Jules walked into the conference room.

"Did my Dad send you to babysit us?"

"No," Jules slowly sat down in a chair, "I wanted to help as well. Sam wouldn't let me do anything else though so Spike suggested I come here."

"Okay, well Jules this is Amelia she's Sandy's best friend. Amelia this is Jules Callaghan she's on my dad's team, she's the secondary negotiator, repelling expert and a sniper."

"Wow, that's so cool," Amelia's blue eyes glowed, "I wish I could do all of those things."

Jules laughed, "So do I. The problem is when you're almost six months pregnant you can't really do any of those things. Especially when you're boyfriend is also a member of your team."

"Sam," Clark quickly filled Amelia in, "He's the Assistant Team Leader, un-official military liaison and he's also a sniper.

Amelia nodded her head as she scanned her list of telephone numbers and names.

"So Jules, what was the video Spike got?" Clark casually asked.

"Nice try," Jules eyed him as she peered at his paper and took a highlighter from the table, "I told Spike I'd text him the names of the matches you found." She explained.

"Oh come on Jules, you know we just want to help." Clark sighed, "What was Spike's video about."

"The last time you and Dean 'just wanted to help' you could have gotten yourself killed," Jules reminded him, "You're not getting any information out of me.

"We were fine!" Clark reminded her as he began looking at the names on his piece of paper, "I'm seeing lots of calls from the same person on here. Do you have this man on your list Amelia?" Clark pointed to a name.

Amelia glanced at Clark's list and then back to her own, "Yeah I do," She smiled, "I also have that one," She pointed to another name.

"Great," Jules looked at both of the names on Clark's piece of paper and texted them to Spike "Now highlight them, you should use one colour for all the multiple calls from the same person and another colour for all the single calls from the same person."

"Why?" Amelia wondered,

"It's the names that show up multiple times on both lists were going to want to search. It's a good idea those are in a different colour so we know, it would also be a good idea to put a star beside the multiple ones."

Clark turned to Jules and stared at her. He wanted to tell her to stop telling them what to do but he knew better then to speak to adults like that. Especially when Jules was pregnant and hormonal.

"Geez you look like your Dad," Jules commented, "He gives me that same look when I beat him at something.

"I'm not like my father," Clark whispered in a barley audible.

"It's not a bad thing Clark," Jules placed her hand on his shoulder.

Just then Jules cell phone rang and Clark grabbed it off the table before she could answer it, "Jules' phone!" He sang making Amelia burst out laughing.

"Clark? What are you doing with Jules phone?"

"Well right now I'm running around the conference room with it," Clark offered a cheeky explanation as he swiveled from Jules attempts to snatch her phone off him.

"Clark…unless you want to hear your father's voice on the phone I recommend you give it back to her."

"How do I know my Dad's actually with you and you're not just bluffing?"

"Suit yourself," Sam pressed the speaker button on the phone and placed it on the table.'

"Clark, what are you doing with Jules' phone?" Ed's voice entered Clark's ear.

"I was hoping Sam would say something embarrassing," Clark explained.

"I can hear you!" Sam retorted, "And just for that you're not going to come golfing with me and Spike next week."

"Dad-"

"Sorry bud, no hand Jules back her phone before I punish you."

"Fine," Clark grumbled as he handed Jules' back her phone.

Jules took it without a word.

Two heavy-set men opened the dungeon door and threw Sandy inside before locking it again.

"Sandy!" Dean walked as far as his chains were allowed, "What happened?" He asked as he lowered himself to the ground to inspect her wounds and bruises.

"They….They…" Sandy sobbed as she moved her bounded body closer to Dean's giving him clear view of his ripped clothing and black eyes.

"I won't let them hurt you again," Dean promised her in a soothing voice, "I promise."

It was past midnight and their superiors had sent most occupants of the central communications room home long ago. Now the only people who remanded in the room were Ed, Greg, Chief Reynolds and Sam and Spike.

"I got a location!" Spike declared as his computer dinged "I have a three block radius of where they are!"

TBC

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