A/N I was put off writing for a little bit to think where this was/is going and then I stumbled onto Veronica Mars, with Enrico Colantoni.. Let's just say I watched 24 episodes in three days… Ahum, when I obsess I do it good.

Buckeye, you reviewed anonymously so unfortunately I can't PM you, so here's your reply:

I'm sorry to read that you think it's getting to long. I know she seems a little perfect sometimes, but she's not. Just think about all the ways she isn't ;)

I was planning on wrapping this thing up in a couple of chapters, but one of my reviewers wanted a hot call, so I'm getting to that first. And then I don't know. Fireandice wants me to continue and I value her opinion more.

I've read stories that had way more words, and still remembered what happened in the earlier chapters so if you can't remember what happened maybe you should see your doctor about that.

And last, if you don't like it you can always stop reading?

Previously:

"Yeah, I asked her out. She told me to call her. If you don't want me.."

"Shut up. You go out with her if you want to, but I do know who you work with.." She smiled at him. "And I want to hear how it went." She handed him the note back.

…

Zoë walked around the house, Greg had been weird the last couple of days. Sneaking around, lot's of phone calls.. Sometimes he would be home much later than his shift ended, claiming he was at O'Malleys with the guys when Zoë knew he wasn't. She was beginning to think he might be cheating.

Her phone rang, cutting of her thoughts of Greg's possible infidelity. She checked caller ID to see it was Dean, he had flown back to Toronto after only a few days in Dallas. He wanted to spent more time with his dad, unfortunately Zoë couldn't pick him up from the airport. Greg's car had finally broke down for good, so he took hers to work.

"Dean, are you in the cab?"

"Hey, I just landed. Thought I'd let you know. I'm heading for baggage claim and then I'll take a cab."

"Great, you can think about what you want to do today while you're in the cab."

"I'll call you when I'm close."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye." She hung up.

Dean would be here in about half an hour, he would stay with them for two weeks. He had summer holiday, he would be going back to Dallas to go on holiday with his mom after that. She sat down on the couch.

"What was I thinking about." She asked herself out loud. "Right, Greg.."

…

Zoë checked her phone again, no calls. Dean had called her 45 minutes ago to let her know that he landed. He should've been here by now. She decided to call him, but the phone kept ringing before going to voicemail. She tried again, nothing. She was starting to get worried now, he always picked up his phone. She wasn't sure what to do, tell Greg? He would worry more than she did, besides she didn't know for sure something happened. She waited 5 minutes before trying again, nothing. She left a voicemail-message, saying he needed to call her back when he got it.

When she hadn't heard anything else 20 minutes later she got into a cab and told the cabby to go to the airport. She called Spike when they were almost there.

"Hey Zoë, what's up?"

"You with Greg?"

"No, want me to get him?"

"No!" Zoë took a breath. "I need you to do something, but you can't tell Greg."

"Zoë, you're starting to worry me here."

"Mike, yes or no?" She used his actual name, it must be serious.

"Yes."

"I've got a cell phone I need you to track. I think it has GPS."

"Okay. Let me just walk to Winnie."

"Don't tell her."

"I got your back, don't worry." She heard a hushed conversation he had with Winnie, though she couldn't make out the words. "Okay, give me the number."

Zoë read him the number and waited for him to trace it.

"Okay, it's in front of terminal G at Toronto International Airport."

"Okay, stay on the line, Spike." She told the cabbie where to go, she got out and asked him to wait. "I'm here, track my phone. See if I'm close."

"Okay," She could hear him type on the computer. "Got it, 30 feet north." Zoë walked a few meters. "North is to your right. Closing in, 25, 15.. 5, you're right on top of it." She looked down and saw a cell phone on the ground.

"Thanks Spike. Gotta go." She hung up the phone before squatting to pick up Dean's. "Dammit."

She put it in her pocket and dialed her building. It wasn't long before Kevin picked up.

"Kevin, it's Zoë Washburn. Tell me you've seen Dean, 16 years old, dark hair."

"No miss."

"Okay, thanks." She hung up, she walked towards the cabbie and paid him.

She walked inside the airport, she was on her way to security when she decided to warn Greg.

"Hey, are you and Dean having fun?"

"Greg." He could hear it in her voice, something was wrong.

"Zoë, are you okay? Did something happen?"

"Dean never got home, I just found his cell at the airport. I think someone abducted him." She could hear him drop the phone and the voices of his worried team mates.

"Zoë?" Ed had picked up Greg's phone.

"I think someone took Dean, I found his cell at the airport and he never arrived home."

"On our way." He hung up the phone.

Zoë walked towards the security desk and flashed her badge.

"A abduction may have found place just outside terminal G. I would like to see your video's."

"I can't do that ma'am."

"Did you not see the badge?"

"I can't do it unless you are wearing a uniform or have a warrant."

"What's that for bullshit? My team is on their way."

"I just can't ma'am."

"I want to speak to your supervisor."

"He's not here, ma'am." Zoë was getting irritated.

"A 16 year old kid may have been abducted, and you just don't care?"

"Ma'am, I just can't show you the footage." Zoë sighed and decided to wait for team one.

…

It wasn't long until they were walking towards the desk.

"Seen the footage?" Ed asked her, Greg looked a little angry.

"He won't let me." Spike walked up and handed her the bullet proof vest. "Thanks."

Ed just had to look at the man and he opened a door for them. Spike sat down and took the computer over, he took a look at the footage. A black van stopped in front of him, one of the men talked to Dean for a second before pulling him in and speeding off.

"Zoë, why didn't you call me sooner?" Greg sounded upset. Spike continued looking at the footage and asked Winnie to track the plate.

"I didn't want to worry you for nothing." Spike handed him a note with the location of the van.

"Well, now you've wasted time." He took the note and walked away angrily. Spike walked up to Zoë.

"He's just worried about Dean, he's just lashing out."

"I know." She smiled gently at Spike before walking out.

…

"Ed, Spike, wordy, Alpha. Sam, Jules, you're Bravo with me." He walked away.

"What about me?" Zoë asked him, he kept on walking.

"Go home, you've done enough already." She looked at the ground.

"Zoë, come with us." It was Ed. Zoë nodded and followed him, glad he would let her.

…

She was sitting in the passenger's seat of Ed's car, Spike was on the backseat.

"Think I should've called him sooner?" Ed turned off his microphone and sighed.

"Don't worry about it." She glared at him. "Maybe. I don't know Zoë. I get why you didn't but I get why Greg wanted you to."

"Why did they take him anyway." She looked back outside.

"The men looked Arabic."

"So?"

"You served in Iraq, I'm sure you didn't make any friends there."

"You think they would follow me here to kidnap Greg's son? The planning that goes into that.."

"That's all I can imagine."

…

They stopped the car at a house and Spike handed her a gun and her radio. She put it on and turned it on to channel 3. They walked towards Bravo to talk about a plan.

"Spike, you're in the truck with Zoë and Sarge. We'll keep an eye out here see if we can get us some picture." Greg was about to object. "No, you're not going in there." Zoë was too glad Ed would let her be there to be objecting to the truck. Although spending time with Greg right now didn't seem great.

…

"Spike see if there are any camera's you can get into."

"Yes Sarge." He started typing furiously.

Zoë sneaked a look at Greg, he looked upset. How could he not be, his kid got kidnapped. You could cut the tension with a knife.

"No camera's, I'll check traffic cams." Spike couldn't stand the awkward silence. "Can you guys just talk? Bicker or something?" He regretted it the second he said it.

"You want me to talk to Constable Washburn, Spike? Fine." He turned to Zoë. "If anything happens to Dean, I will never forgive you." Zoë took a breath. "He is my kid, you have no right whatsoever to make those decisions. You should have called me the second you suspected something." She knew he was lashing out, he probably didn't mean it. But it still hurts.

"I'm sorry, Greg. I am, what do you want me to do to prove it to you?"

"Get out of here." Zoë nodded and got out of the truck.

She walked towards one of the cars and sat down in it. She tried to control her breathing, she couldn't break down here. She wouldn't let herself.

"Ed, they just called my cell. They want me in exchange for Dean. They want me at the front door in five minutes, if I want my son alive. They are inside."

Zoë had kept her radio on, in case something happened.

"Greg, you can't do that."

"I can, and I will. It's priority of life, Ed. I was in that airplane, I killed one of them. They want me."

"Bullshit, you can't do that."

Zoë got up and walked towards the front door. She walked passed the guys standing outside, Sam, Jules, Wordy and Ed.

"Zoë, no!" It was Ed.

She looked back as she kept walking. She watched Greg and Spike jump out of the truck. She stood on the porch.

"You want someone, fine. Take me, I was on that plane. I landed it, I found out what you were planning, I shot your friends. Take me." She had raised her voice to be sure they heard her.

"Zoë, no." Ed sounded more stern this time.

"Zoë." It was Greg.

"It's like you said, priority of life. Besides, I've got faith you'll get me out. At some point. Rather sooner than later, though."

The front door opened, Dean was pushed out, he stumbled passed Zoë down the stairs. Barely able to walk. He was bruised and battered. Zoë looked around to see him falling into Ed's arms. She looked back to the front, a man was standing inside a gun trained on her, beckoning her to come inside. She couldn't risk getting her, or anyone else, shot. She had to give them the time to get her out. The house was surrounded, it's not like they could go anywhere.

"I'm glad Dean is okay."

She then stepped inside the house. It might have been, no it was, the dumbest thing she had ever done. She couldn't help but notice how it felt like the right thing to do. The door slammed closed behind her.

..

They put Dean in an ambulance, he would be checked out.

"Greg." He was still looking at the front door, did she just do that? "Greg, buddy, she bought us time. We need to figure out a game plan."

They walked back into the truck to see what to do. They didn't have any picture inside except for the snake cam. The snake cam showed them the living room, it was empty now. They rewound the footage to see what happened after they took Zoë inside. They watched as they yanked the radio out of her ear, stripped her of the vest and gun and took her through a door.

"That's all, Spike?" Spike nodded. "Okay, do you have the floor plans to this house?" Spike nodded and pointed towards one of his screens. "So that door leads into the basement."

"Looks like it, and there is no other way out of there."

"So, they are in the basement. It's too small for flashbang and smoke." Ed told Greg. "Do you want to risk going in lethal?" Greg thought for a second, Zoë could get stuck in the crossfire, but then again she was smart enough not to stand in the middle of a room during a gun fight.

"Let's do it. If Dean is any indication they'll kill her if we're not quick." Greg looked at Ed. "But I'm coming with you."

"Greg,"

"No, I said some lousy things. If she gets shot, I want to be there." Ed shook his head. He knew he shouldn't let him go in.

"Fine, but you're the last in the line." Greg nodded, if he had to compromise so be it.

…

"Stealth approach until we reach the basement. Clear the house first." Ed told his team before entering.

"Living room, clear." Ed pronounced.

"Kitchen, clear."

"Master bedroom, clear."

"Bathroom, clear."

"Bedroom, clear."

"Let's move to the basement." He kicked in the door.

"Police SRU!"

"Police hands were we can see them."

"Show us some hands." They all froze. "Basement, clear." Ed looked around, Wordy noticed a red blinking light, he walked towards it and saw a timer counting down.

"Bomb! Move out!" They all ran from the basement, Ed was just walking through the front door when the whole thing blew. He was launched in the air and landed on the ground.

"Everyone okay?" Greg asked. They all responded that they were okay, including Ed. Greg walked over to him, he had cuts in his face and Greg was sure his body would be bruised in the morning. "Spike, where did they go?" Spike ran to the truck just as the fire department was arriving on scene.

"I have no idea, there is no other exit. We have to wait until the fire department is done and go in there."

"Dammit, Zoë."

A/N So, was it worth the wait? Nah, I know it's too short to be. Bought myself a little bit of time with this cliff hanger ;) promise the next one won't take 9 days ;)