"Special agent Joseph Reagan, FBI, Detective Curatola. We need to view your security footage." Joe flashed his badge, and Jackie smiled in approval. The man behind the counter nodded, shifting his monitor so that both Jackie and Joe could see it. Lizzie was chilling in the car, listening to Broadway tracks to finish calming her nerves.

"How far back are we going?" The man asked, clicking things with his mouse.

"To about ten o'clock this morning." Joe responded, as the man continued to click buttons. The man started speeding through it until Joe saw his sister's blue shirt and black pants outfit blur onto the screen. "Right there!" He pointed and the man paused it. The taxi she appeared to be getting into was a white sedan, the man seated in front not even moving his gaze.

"Can you get a license plate or taxi number?" Jackie asked him.

"The uh, taxi number is right there. Can you zoom that up?" The man clicked to bring up the picture. Much to his frustration, the numbers were too fuzzed to make out. "Is there another angled camera?" The man nodded, clicking another camera that took him to another angle, viewing the back of the car.

"These cameras are designed to read plate numbers..." The man mumbled, zooming into see the license plate, that read MVK 2525.

"There's a slight problem," Joe squinted to read the plate. "It's a New York plate, not an Illinois one." Jackie jumped to look at it as well and then shrank back.

"That means..." Joe started.

"Whoever owns it was here specifically to catch some Reagans." Jackie scribbled the plate number onto a sticky note she grabbed off of his desk and pulled the top one off.
"Can you get a read on the plate?"

"Yeah. I know people. You find anything else, call me." He said handing the man his card before running off.

-

"Well well well, you've been a bad girl." Boss man slammed the door, jolting Erin awake. The drugs has given them enough time to get her back down with no chance of her moving a muscle. She could still feel it running through her veins because her vision was fuzzed and her muscles were still weak. She could see though, that he had something wrapped around his robe. She locked her muscles.

He ran his hand down her face. "It's a shame you didn't see the rest of the show, I think you would have liked it." Erin growled at him. "And that is why I think you need to be punished..." He shoved four fingers in at once, much to her discomfort. She jumped as much as she could at the sudden contact, not that she was expecting anything less.

He pulled whatever he had wrapped around himself off and held it in his hand. "It's a shame I can't have you on your back right now, but maybe later."

"Ralph!" He screamed. "Bring the phone in here!"

One of the men scurried in with a smart phone in his hand. "I need you to record this." He held the belt in his hand, before whipping it across her stomach. She jumped, but said nothing. He did it again, and she still didn't move.

He ripped the duct tape off her mouth. "I want to hear you scream." He said before whipping it across her abdomen, the skin quickly losing its color. After another 10 hits, she still didn't scream. She was clenching the pain inside of her, like she was taught to do.

"We need something else. Get a lighter."

-

"Let us be glad, let us be greatful, let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue, the wicked workings of you know who... isn't it nice to know the good will conquer evil? The truth will all be regal with our by and by. Outlive a lie... for you and-"

Lizzie might have been playing the music just a tad too loud. Had her Uncle Jamie been strolling, he would have ticketed her. People stopped and stared, but she didn't care. She needed to relieve herself, and singing was the only way she knew how to...

"NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED! NO ONE CRIES THEY WON'T RET-"

Her Wicked moment was sadly intereupted when her phone cut off and started playing 'And All That Jazz' which was her personal phone's ringtone. She was still supposed to be dead, right?

She accepted the call despite the unkown number, she just had to. You always accepted them in the movies. "Hello Lizzie." Lizzie held her breath and was about to throw her phone to the wall and shatter it. "That's not a good idea... I have something you want."

Lizzie felt herself start shaking. She could hear screams in the background, that could only be one person she knew.

"What do you want?" She bit.

"You in exchange for her."

"What do I have that you want?"

"You're worth more to the Commissioner than this piece of trash. I'll let her go, if you give yourself up."

The line went dead.

"Did you get a name on that license plate?" Joe asked Jackie as she clicked keys on her phone on the way to the car.

"It's registered to a Ralph Rodriguez. Unemployed. Never had a job other than at the supermarket on 55th. 2011 Impala. The car was not a registered taxi. It was marked with these taxi things just to fool her."

"Check contacts."

"His twin brother Miguel was a rookie cop for a year before being kicked off the force."

"What did he do?"

"Shot without justification on multiple occasions. Commissioner said he could walk free as long as he never touched a gun again. Took jail time for assaulting an old lady at the store where he works."

"So these two brothers are a part of the plan... they might have been the ones to abduct her. The only visible proof we have right now is skin cooir. The man on the tape was dark. There was only one there that we saw, but the other might have been picked up later. I just don't know why Erin would get in. She was taught to look for these things when we were kids..." Joe rubbed his temples.

"I think she was too distracted by other things... this has all been really rough on her. But we are going to get her out of this." Jackie put her hand on top of Joe's before realizing what she did and pulling her hand away with a red blush.

"While we cannot get a tracker on the car if its not an actual taxi...we could however look at security camera footage to see where it went... but that's a long shot. Are there any hunches as to where they are?"

"I checked all of the possible places. They could be anywhere... they probably fled the city and are halfway across the country by now."

The two of them were now leaning against the car, wanting to finish this conversation before getting into the car. They could hear Lizzie's music blasting, and her dancing along confirmed that she was in her own little world.

"What if those guys have a place that we might be overlooking?"

"I checked Joe... neither of them own a place outside of New York!"

"Credit card records, phone records... Jackie we need to think this through!"

Jackie took a deep breath. "Okay. First we call Baker and tell her to check those residences in New York. Then we look through the numbers and find something."

Neither of them heard the door slam over the loud Broadway music. Then there was Lizzie, looking pissed with her arms crossed, right in front of them.

"Teach me how to fight." Lizzie demanded.

"What?" Joe asked, not sure he had heard her right.

"Uncle Joe, I need you and Jackie to teach me how to fight. I need to be able to defend myself and put down the bad guys if I am going into the field."

"Woah woah woah, who said anything about you going into the field? I told you, you are staying right here at headquarters..."

"You want me to sit back and watch you and Jackie rescue my mother and my uncle? Yes I know that you are closer than I will ever be to both of them, but she is my mother. Because of these idiots, I did not get to grow up with Erin as my mother, and that is why I need to take them down."

"Lizzie, this is not about revenge! This is about saving Erin and Danny before they get killed."

"You say that like you didn't fake your own death just so you could leave!"

"I wasn't the one who made that decision! I was shot in the field and the FBI took me away and told me Joseph Reagan had died to the rest of the world and that I had to work for them!"

Lizzie did the only thing she could do, which was run right at Joe to take him down. Joe didn't even flinch, and one handedly flipped Lizzie onto her ass on the ground.

"You do not charge at someone if you want to bring them down. What if I had a knife? It woulda been very easy to stab you and finish you off."

Lizzie growled before letting out a sob. "Lizzie what happened now?"

"This happened." She held up her phone, bearing a picture of Erin tied to a bed completely naked, the skin on her stomach cut into bloody gashes. "He said he would let her go if I gave myself up."

"Lizzie that is clearly a trap."

"I know! But he does not know that I am not as stupid as he thinks. All I have to do is get in with enough time to disarm him before you guys come in."

"Lizzie that is definitely out of the question. You are not getting near this place." Jackie jumped into the conversation, knowing Joe would eventually give in because he was desperate.(and hard-headed, just like Danny...)

"We will just do what we always do... charge in and threaten them with a gun. Usually works."

"Yeah? And we if they shoot Danny or Erin when they see you coming?"

"Why do you want to do this in the first place? This is not a game Lizzie!"

"You think I don't know that? Their lives are on a very thin line here!"

After a moment of silence, Joe took a deep breath. "You said you wanted to learn how to fight... I will not put you in the way of danger, but let me at least teach you the right way." Joe volunteered.

Lizzie smiled.

-

"Detective Baker." Baker answered her office phone. She could still hear Garrett and Frank arguing in the Commissioner's office- they had been in there for the last two hours about this case and it didn't seem like it was going to end anytime soon.

"I have some anonymous information for the Commissioner... we believe Ralph and Miguel Rodriguez are involved with the kidnapping of Detective Reagan. Their residences are in New York, we suggest sending a team down there."

Baker sat there, frozen. The news about this case was completely classified other than NYPD staff members... unless...

"Mr. Reagan?" She questioned.

"This is anonymous..." He hung up.

Yup, definitely Reagan.

She pulled the information about the two brothers up before printing them and walking into the Commissioner's office.

"Sir."

Frank looked up from where he was sitting, across from Garrett. His eyebrows dropped at the look she was giving him unintentionally, the i-have-info-one-of-your-kids-is-hurt look.

"Baker."

"There was an anonymous tip that these two men are involved in the kidnapping of Danny." She handed him the file. "I believe they said something about sending a team to their residences." She turned around to leave.

"Baker..." Frank started. "Any hints on who left the tip?"

"No. Not at all." Baker walked out, quite possibly the quickest she had ever shuffled out of there.

Frank sat back in his chair, wondering what the hell had just happened. No one had knew about this other than his family and selected NYPD staff members. How the hell had he gotten an anonymous phone call to go to a place?

It must have been a trap. This was the lure to get the Commissioner up and listening. The likelihood of his children actually being in there were nil. Just a group of bad guys getting what they wanted.

-l

Erin was on fire.

Literally.

They had found a way to get her to scream.

Erin had read dozens of death reports... it only took 30 seconds for someone to fall unconscious when they were lit on fire, and their skin would peel off later...

It only last about twenty seconds before someone threw a bucket of water on her. She coughed due to the difficulty she was having breathing; the skin on her abdomen was now a nasty color.

Erin was so confused. Why didn't they just kill her then... it didn't make sense...

The boss man came back up to her, his belt in hand. The first time it came down she screamed. Her skin was already burning, and it hurt ten times as worse now. The second time it was even worse... third time she felt herself slipping away into the darkness.

"Did you get the videos?" Boss man asked.

"Yeah. I have a question though. Didn't boss just want you to bring her to him? He never asked you to do any of this..."

"He doesn't know how to make Frank Reagan desperate. Besides, I couldn't not have a little fun while I had the chance."

"Won't he be mad once he finds out you almost killed her...?"

The apparent boss man took a deep breath, as if trying to figure out what he was going to say. "I didn't almost kill her. I simply recorded a video in which she appeared to be on fire. If that video gets sent to the Commissioner, he will be desperate to get her back and make this whole process quicker." Boss man seemed satisfied with what he was saying, like it made sense in his mind.

"I am so lost." Ralph stated. "What it is in it for you having her here?"

"It will help bring an old friend of mine back around."

"Old friend?"

"We're much closer than that."

-

"This is headquarters?" Lizzie asked once he opened the door to their apartment. She had abandoned her undercover apartment, getting some clothes and toiletries, mainly because she wasn't in the mood to do anything else.

She wasn't complaining about the living area, that was fine, but there was only one bedroom and a couch.

"This is my apartment. I have lived here for a year."

"What were you doing before that?" Lizzie had to ask, knowing she probably wouldn't get an honest answer.

Joe shrugged. "It's classified. I was relieved off of duty when my assignment was placed on hold, waiting for the case to reopen, so I lived here for a bit. That's why there is only one bed. I didn't have any company..."

Lizzie mocked a sigh of shock. "No lovers? You must have gotten lonely..." She smirked at her uncle, who had gotten red. Jackie looked like she was trying ridiculously hard not to laugh.

"You could have picked any place in the world, why Chicago?" Lizzie asked after a brief moment of silence, the three of them lost in thought.

"I had a certain niece I needed to watch over."

Lizzie felt tears in her eyes. She was getting so tired of crying. She knew that her uncle had known about her, and the two of them had met once when she was a child, but she never realized how much her uncle cared about her.

"I also used to go see all of her shows... My personal favorite Broadway show was always the Sound of Music. The version I saw... The girl who played Leezl was absolutely incredible." He walked over to one of her drawers and pulled out a stack of what seemed to be play programs rubber banded together. When he handed them to me I soon realized that they were programs from every show I had ever been in.

"You've been to every single one of my shows?" Lizzie asked, flipping through the programs. She stopped when she saw her student director biography she wrote in the eighth grade next to a picture of her, brace face and double braids.

Hi! I'm Lizzie. I have been participating in theatre since I was three years old. My favorite show was probably playing Little Red in Into the Woods Jr. in the sixth grade. In high school, I look forward to participating in choir, showchoir, and all of the theatre programs. I would love to pursue a career in theater, and hope to visit Broadway sometime soon. New York is the greatest city in the world. Look for me there someday!

"Of course. You are family. And we support family through thick and thin, no matter what."