A/N As always thank you for your reviews. There will be an ending, just not sure when. There are still two things I want to put in, and I have to get there first, and then there is the hot call from last chapt.

Celebrating my birthday this weekend, so not much time to write. Already 20, if I lived in America I would now be allowed to do, well.. nothing really.. Ha! Good thing I don't live in America.

Wasn't able to reread, visitors will be here in 5 minutes! Sorry for mistakes!

Previously:

"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."

…

They went back in the second the fire department said it was okay. They all walked towards the basement, the wooden stairs had completely burned down so they actually had to jump down.

They looked around, Spike stepped on a piece of wood, which immediately broke because of the fire. He dropped down about 2 meters.

"Ouch.." He looked up. "Guys, I think I found their way out." Wordy looked down the hole.

"Okay, let's track it." They went jumped in, Ed turned around to face Greg before he jumped in.

"You should follow us in the truck, Sarge." Ed told Greg.

"No way."

"The paramedics are bringing Dean to the hospital, they wanted to know if one of you wanted to ride with them?" It was Winnie. Greg sighed and thought for a second.

"Yes, tell them I'll be right up. Can someone give me a hand getting out of the basement?"

Greg walked outside and took place in the ambulance, Dean was unconscious. What was a guy supposed to do in this situation? Stay with your kid who is safe and will be fine, or search for your girlfriend who is abducted by terrorists?

…

They followed the tunnel, there was only one way they could go. It looked like the terrorists had been planning this for a while. They weren't sure what kind of tunnel it was, they didn't need to crouch but it didn't look like a sewer or abandoned subway either.

…

Zoë had watched as they stripped her of her vest, gun and radio the second she stepped in the house.

"Hands." One of the men had told her.

She stuck her hands out and they handcuffed her. She had decided to cooperate, trying not to annoy them. She didn't feel like getting beat up, or worse raped. They had pushed her roughly into the basement, making her trip and fall down the stairs. They grabbed her and pulled her up, she was sure that fall had broken at least one rib. They led her to a corner of the basement, removed a piece of wood and pointed down it.

"You want me to jump down there?" He nodded.

She did as she was told, they pulled her up to walk. She never liked those boots they had to wear at work much, but hell she wished she was wearing them when she had to jump down. Clearly sneakers didn't do much to soften the blow.

"Where are you taking me?"

They didn't answer her and kept walking, it was about a minute or so before she heard a big noise. She looked back to see a lot of dirt and smoke coming their way.

"Bomb." One of them told her.

"You blew up my team?"

"Hopefully."

She looked back, hoping one of them noticed the bomb before it was too late. One of them shoved her, indicating she should keep walking. They came at a split and took a right, they took a left at the next. They then got to an exit and pushed her into the back of a van. They closed the door and it sped off.

…

The guys reached a split in the tunnel.

"Alpha left, we'll take the right." Ed told them.

They split up, Wordy, Spike and Ed soon reached another split.

"Wordy, Spike go right. I'll go left."

"Ed, you don't have back-up." Wordy said.

"I don't think we've got time to wait. Do you?" They shook their heads. "Now, go."

Ed soon reached an exit and got out, he noticed tire tracks on the ground.

"I think this is where they left, had a car waiting." He looked around, not a sign of them. "Spike, go back to the truck and check traffic cams. We have to know what they're driving and where they're driving it to."

"Copy, Wordy is on his way to you."

…

Dean opened his eyes and looked up to see his dad. Greg was slouched in a chair. His dad was here, that would mean Zoë was okay.

"Dad?" He sounded hoarse. Greg looked up and walked towards his son.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

"I've never felt so bad before." Greg smiled gently at him.

"You've got three broken ribs and bruises all over."

"I'll be fine?"

"Yeah, in a week or so."

"What about Zoë? What did she get." Greg looked down, he wanted to lie and tell him she was fine but he couldn't.

"She's still gone."

"How long ago did I stumble out of there?"

"Two hours."

Greg knew there wasn't much chance of Zoë being okay, even if they found her. The tire tracks came up blank. Just an ordinary, everyday tire. The traffic cams were all down in a three block radius, so that was a big fat nothing. The car they had used at the airport was stripped down, nothing inside of it to give them any kind of clues. Right now, there was nothing they could do but hope either Spike would find something or Zoë could find a way to clue them.

…

"Spike, got something?" Ed asked him as he walked into the truck.

"From the point where the traffic cams work again there are 107 cars passing in our time window. 24 of them are convertibles, leaving 83 cars. Of those 15 are two seaters, now Clark said he saw 5 guys. With Zoë makes at least 6, so that doesn't fit. Leaving 68, 6 people means either a mini-van or a something like a hummer. Leaving 22 possible cars. Of those only 6 have tainted windows, I was able to look into the ones that didn't and they didn't contain Zoë." Ed nodded, he loved how inventive Spike could be sometimes.

"So, 6 possible cars?" Spike nodded. "Okay, we can work with that. Send uni's over to where those cars are registered."

"What do you think I've been doing here?"

"I'm impressed. Did they come up with anything?"

"4 out of 6 were in the driveway, tire tracks didn't match 3 of them. The other was registered to a woman who says she had come straight home from work, uni's believe her."

"What about the other two?"

"One of them has GPS, trying to get it activated now and is registered to Iskandar Nejem. The other I just found on traffic cam is parked at Global Industrials. The registered owner, William Grenville, works there. Uni's on the way."

"I'm thinking it's the one with GPS, you would think they wouldn't be stupid enough to take one with GPS."

"Maybe they don't like it when their car gets stolen?" Spike smiled at him, trying desperately to lighten the mood and not think about what they might be doing to Zoë. "GPS is in, let's go." They round up the team and got into their cars to get Zoë.

…

The van came to a halt, Zoë wasn't able to wear a seatbelt, causing her to smash into the chair in front of her. She was starting to regret her actions. They grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the van into a restaurant.

"I thought only drug dealers used restaurants as a front."

The man pushed her inside, making her stumble a little. He opened a door and pushed her through it, she missed the basement stairs and fell down them again. They then put her down on a chair and secured her to it..

"Wait." Zoë nodded, like she would be going anywhere.

There were still two man standing guard.

"What's your name?" They didn't reply. "Zodiac sign?" Nothing. She never was good at sitting still in quiet.

It wasn't long before the man came back, he was now followed by someone else. She glanced up at him, getting chills all over when she noticed his face. She was sure he could read it in her eyes.

"Good, you recognize me." He had almost no accent. "Do you know my name?"

"Flipper?"

"Guess that's a 'no'. Good. I bet you can imagine how surprised I was when I heard you were the one making sure my plane didn't crash. I always assumed you had died."

"Well, that's usually what happens when you leave people bound in a house in the desert without water and food."

"But not to you. How did you get out of there?"

"They call me Houdini."

"Fine, don't tell me. So you offered yourself instead of the kid, why did you do that?" Zoë was glad he was talking, as long as he was talking he wasn't hitting her.

"Priority of life."

"Ah, yes. Anyway, I don't like people messing with my plans. Twice, no less." He took off his jacket and signaled his men to leave. "Now, I usually don't do this myself anymore. But I'll make an exception for you."

Zoë was just about to ask what he didn't do himself, when his fist connected with her jaw and her chair tipped over and she fell backwards, the back of her head hitting the ground.

…

"Eddie, how's it going?" Greg held the phone to his ear. Ed could hear him pacing.

"On our way to GPS location. Almost there, how's Dean?"

"He's good."

"We're with the GPS, call you back when I know more." Ed hung up the phone and got out of the car. "Spike?" They looked around. There was nothing there, just a construction site.

"We're right on it." Spike looked at his screen. "I don't get it."

Wordy crouched and grabbed something.

"Good news, I've got the GPS. Bad news, no car attached to it." He held it up for them to see.

They were running out of both time and ideas.

"Spike, traffic cams from this area? Track where they were headed?" Ed asked.

"I can try.." He didn't sound convinced.

"Well, I think that's pretty much our only option."

"Then we will have to wait for the truck, it's 15 minutes out."

"We'll meet it halfway."

They got back into their car.

…

"Hey Donna." Greg picked up his phone.

"So, we wanted to start our shift. Guess how surprised I was to know Zoë had been abducted."

"We didn't tell you?"

"No, you didn't. So, how can we help?"

"Focus on your hot calls, I'm sure you will get them."

"One of ours is taken, we want to help. We'll take any hot calls that come in. Let us help."

"Call Ed. I'm with Dean in the hospital."

"Okay, good luck Greg."

"Thanks." He hung up the phone and sat down next to Dean again. "So, they want to keep you for observation. Do you want to call you mom, or do you want me to do it?"

"Do we have to?"

"I'm afraid we do." Greg smiled gently at him, already knowing how pissed off his mother will be.

"I'll do it. She won't be as mad at me."

…

The man pulled Zoë back up, her jaw was starting to turn blue and her head was pounding.

"You were always good at taking punches."

"Are you planning on killing me?"

"Not sure yet."

"Why are you doing it anyway?"

"Because I can."

He started to untie her. Zoë's brow furrowed.

"I like it when you fight back. There's nowhere for you to run to." He knew he would win, he's much stronger and she was already hurt. "Up." She did as he told .

It wasn't long before he kicked her to the ground. He kicked her twice while she was on the ground. Breaking more ribs for sure. He threw her a bottle of water.

"Drink it." She sat up straight and took the bottle, eyeing it suspiciously.

"I don't trust you."

"Drink it, or I will force you to."

"Will it kill me?"

"No." She twisted the cap off, knowing he would make good on his threat to force her. "Is one sip enough?" He nodded. "Here it goes. " She drank a little, it wasn't long before she was starting to feel a little lightheaded.

…

"Spike?" Ed walked into the truck, spike had been in there for a little over five minutes. He had kicked everyone out after one, they were looking over his shoulder.

"Still working on it, Ed. Working as fast as I can." The rest of them were outside pacing, recently joined by Donna and her team.

"Have anything yet?"

"Working on it, Ed." Spike said a little annoyed.

"We just want to find her, Spike." Spike turned around angrily.

"And I don't?!"

"Spike, I didn't.." Donna was standing in the doorway. Watching it unfold.

"She's my friend to, Ed. I'm teaching her to play the guitar, which she sucks in by the way. I talk to her to, she's my friend to!"

"Ed," Donna interrupted. "Come on, wait outside. You're doing no good here." Donna pushed him outside. "See what you can do, Spike." He nodded, she smiled gently and stepped outside as well.

She noticed Ed had walked away. She walked towards him.

"You okay?"

"No, I didn't mean to say.."

"I know, we're all a upset about it."

Ed turned his radio off, Donna did the same. Ed reached into one of his pouches and grabbed a black square jewelry box out of it.

"Greg asked me to bring this today, I've been keeping it for him." He took the engagement ring out. "He was afraid she would find out."

"He's planning on proposing?"

"Yeah, in four days. After Dean's back to Dallas."

"So, let's get her back safe then." Ed nodded and put the ring back. "You know Greg will kill you if you lose or damage that ring today, right?" Ed smiled and nodded before putting in back in the pouch. They turned the radio back on.

"Guys, hello?" It was Spike, apparently he had been trying to talk to them before.

"Yeah, Spike?" Donna answered.

"Ah, you're back. I've think I've got a location, also got the floor plans."

"Where is it?" They ran back to the cars just as Spike was getting out of the truck with a laptop.

"A restaurant. Location is in your phones." They all got into their cars and took off.

"Cut the sirens and lights three blocks before we reach the restaurant guys." Ed told both teams.

…

"Cut the sirens, now." Ed reminded them before turning off his own.

They parked the cars around the corner and walked around it so they could keep an eye on the restaurant.

"We divide into four teams." Ed told them. "Jules and Sam, take the front door. Donna, you and your team can divide for the back door and the window on the second floor above the garage. Me, Wordy and Spike will take the basement." They all nodded. "Take places, entry on my count."

…

"Everyone ready?"

"Ready."

"In place."

"Ready."

"3-2-1-Go."

They all busted in at the same time.

"Police SRU!"

"Police, let's see some hands!"

"Show me your hands, Police!"

The man standing over Zoë dropped the scissors he was holding, he was surprised with them coming through a window.

"1 Subject secure, Iskandar Nejem" Wordy announced as he cuffed the man. "Basement, clear."

"2 Subjects secure." Donna announced. "Second floor clear."

"3 Subjects secure." It was Sam. "First floor, clear. All clear."

Ed walked over to Zoë, she was laying unconscious on the ground, her nose was bleeding and her lip was busted. The man had just cut open her shirt, she didn't look good. Her ribs and stomach were bruised, but he knew it could be way worse. He crouched down and lifted her up in his arms, one arm in the crook of her knees, the other under her shoulders. He got up and walked up the basement stairs.

"Can someone call Greg, let him know we have her?" Spike nodded and grabbed his phone.

He could feel her move a little, he looked at her face to see her eyes opened slightly.

"Hey, you." He smiled at her. She blinked a couple of times before replying.

"Hey, you." She looked and sounded drowsy.

"Keep still, we'll take you to the hospital."

"No ambulance?" He looked into her eyes and noticed how unfocused they were, must be some drug they gave her.

"Didn't think you would want one. I'll keep you company on the back seat."

"The man can think." She could feel her breakfast coming up. "I need to throw up." Ed carefully put her on her feet just in time. She threw up and coughed, almost falling over. He grabbed hold of her, holding her up right.

"Here" He handed her a bottle of water. She took it and tried to drink it. "Let's get you on the backseat. You can lie down."

He opened the back door and helped her in. She lay down, he lifted her head and sat down next to her. Putting her head on his lap.

"Thank you." He looked down at her, she was getting less drowsy.

Spike got into the driver's seat and started the car.

"St. Simons?" Ed nodded.

…

"Hey, Greg."

"Ed, Spike told me you found her?"

"Yes we did." He looked down at her, she looked at him and tried to sit up. "Stay down." She nodded.

"Can I talk to her?"

"Sure, she's a little drowsy though. Here she comes." He put the phone to her ear.

"Zoë?"

"Hey," She tried not to cough, it hurt when she did.

"I'm so glad you're okay."

"You're not mad at me anymore?" She sounded hurt, tired and even a little surprised.

"Why would I be mad at you?"

"Because I didn't call you when I thought they kidnapped Dean."

"We're at the ER in a minute, Zoë." Spike announced.

"No, Zo, I'm not." The car came to a stop. "See you in a minute."

He hung up the phone just as the backdoor opened. Ed got out before helping Zoë out. They placed her on a bed and rolled her to a trauma room.

Greg walked in and was glad to see she was still somewhat conscious. He grabbed her hand and looked at her, she had dried blood on her face, from her nose and lip. Her shirt was laying open, exposing all the bruises. When he noticed the shirt was cut open his mind immediately jumped to the worst possibilities.

"I'm okay, I think."

"What happened to your shirt?"

"I don't know. I was unconscious." He nodded.

The door opened and he looked back to see an intern.

"I'm going to take you for a head CT and x-rays for your ribs and face. To see if anything is broken." Zoë and Greg nodded. The intern turned towards Greg "We will let you know." The intern helped Zoë into the wheelchair he brought with him and left the trauma room.

…

She was laying in her room, Dean was discharged 10 minutes ago. Ed was taking him to his place, giving Greg and Zoë an hour or so together. They wanted to keep Zoë overnight. She had 5 fractured ribs, 3 bruised ribs, a concussion, a bruised nose and jaw. She had sprained her ankle and also bruised both of her wrists, probably from falling down the stairs twice. She was happy when they informed her that the rape kit turned out negative. They already expected it, having only a torn shirt, but they wanted to make sure.

"You're really not mad anymore?"

"No." He reached over and gently kissed her forehead ."I am so glad you are okay." They sat in silence for a little while.

"You requested a day off, right?"

"For what would I need a day off?" She could hear in his voice that he was teasing her, she glared at him. "Oooh, for our one year anniversary in four days? Yeah, no worries."

"So, you told me I wasn't allowed to plan anything. Want to tell me about your plans?"

"I was planning on staying in bed all day." He was so glad to see her alive he wanted to propose to her in the trauma room, but he told himself he only had to wait four days. He could do that, right?

"I love you."

"For staying in bed all day?"

"Shut up." She smiled at him. "So, I'm getting out of here tomorrow."

"You don't know that. Maybe they want to keep you a little longer."

"I'll make sure they let me go." He kissed her. "Go, see Dean."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

"I love you."

"I love you too." She let go of his hand. "Come pick me up tomorrow, will you?"

"I will." He kissed her on her forehead before grabbing his bullet proof vest from the ground, putting it on and walking away.

A/N So, ZombieGirl, was that hot call hot enough for ya?