Hello everyone! Here is Chapter 23! This one is a little longer than my normal chapters so I hope that you will all enjoy it! For some reason, I cannot access all of my reviews so I cannot respond to you all individually this time but I would like to thank you all for your reviews, comments, and ideas. I would also like to thank you all for following and favoriting this story as well as me! You guys are awesome, I can't believe that this story has 351 reviews, that is nuts!

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"Oh and Santana, you better hope that Sam and his little police officer friends stop digging around where they don't belong or he and his beautiful wife are going to get hurt next."

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Brittany, Kyle, Sam, and Mercedes had fallen into a routine the past three days. Brittany and Kyle had been staying with Sam and Mercedes, at the advice of Grant and Katherine, and would continue to stay there until this conflict was resolved. Grant and Katherine would bring take out over for dinner and stay the night, they would leave in the mornings once Sam and Kyle got back from their morning Dunkin Dounuts run. Everyday a picture would be sent to Brittany's phone of Santana, she didn't look any better today, the fourth day, than she had the day they had received the video of her being beaten. Along with the picture usually came a phone call in which Grant would tell Brittany that she would find out everything, "all in good time."

It was now Friday morning and Brittany was sitting in the living room of Sam and Mercedes house with the homeowners, Grant and Katherine. Sam was waiting on Kyle to brush his teeth and grab his jacket so that the two could make their normal Dunkin Dounuts run. They had the news on which was currently showing the weekly forecast, which was predicting the first snow of the season, though it was just the beginning of November. It had definitely been cold enough the past few days though, so they all agreed that the possibility of snow was likely.

"Ready Uncle Sam!" Kyle said running into the living room and putting his foot up on Brittany's knee so she could tie the laces of his bright red converse.

"Alright buddy, does anyone want something different today?" Sam asked as he and the little boy made their way to the door of the apartment.

"No." was said in unison and the two closed the door behind them.

"Do you think that their will be a long line today Uncle Sam?" Kyle asked as they walked down the hall towards the elevator.

"I hope not bud, but it is Friday so you never know." Sam answered.

They were both quiet as they walked hand and hand down the street towards the nearest Dunkin Donuts, which was a couple of blocks away. The weather was cold which was making both Sam and Kyle shiver and wish they had opted for warmer jackets or listened to Brittany when she had said to wear gloves and a scarf.

"It's sooo cold today." Kyle whined as they got closer to their destination.

"I know Kyle, but we're almost there."

"Do you think that it is warm wherever Mami is?" Kyle asked making Sam stop in his tracks. This was the first time that Kyle had mentioned Santana since the day after she had been taken, it was as if he knew that something was wrong and he just didn't want to make anyone upset by asking.

"Ya, I'm sure that your Mami is nice and warm, lying on a beach getting her tan on." Sam said in his best fake happy voice.

"Good, because Mami hates the snow." Kyle answered seeming satisfied enough for now with the answer he had gotten from his uncle.

"We're here little man, are you gonna do some of the orders today?" Sam asked, yesterday Kyle had expressed interest in helping Sam order and he had promised the little boy that he could help him the next time.

"YES!" Kyle answered, he got excited over the littlest things.

"Well then after you," Sam said opening the door and groaned when he saw the length of the line that was full of business men and women, cops, and construction workers getting their morning cup of coffee. "The line is long again."

"That stinks." Kyle said just focusing on the menu board, that he could not read, just like Sam always did.

After waiting in line for what felt like hours but only turned out to be fifteen minutes it was their turn. Sam quickly ordered for himself, Mercedes, Grant and Katherine before hoisting Kyle up in his arms so that he could order for himself and Brittany.

"Can I have a chocolate chip muffin and a hot chocolate please." Kyle said confidently from his uncle's arms.

"Sure can." the woman behind the counter said with a smile. "Anything else for you little man?"

"That's what Mami calls me!" Kyle said excitedly. "But she's on vacation, but I have to get Momma's tea! And her muffin!"

"What kind of muffin bud?" Sam prompted.

"Coffee!"

"Coffee cake?" the woman confirmed by asking Sam who nodded and mouthed three sugars. "Alright just give me a few minutes." she said cheerfully handing Sam his card back.

"Uncle Sam, you can put me down now!" Kyle said squirming around.

The two arrived back at the apartment another ten minutes later. Sam put the tray of drinks he was carrying down on the ground and unlocked the door to their apartment. He and Kyle walked in and put the food and drinks on the table then walked in the direction of the living room and for the second time that morning Sam stopped dead only this time Kyle did too. It took them both only a few seconds to snap out of it however.

"Cedes!" Sam yelled as he saw that his wife was tied to a chair with duct tape over her mouth and Katherine was in the same position next to her, Brittany and Grant no where in sight.

"Where is Momma?" Kyle asked his head frantically whipping from side to side as if waiting for her to jump out and yell surprise.

"Grant!" Mercedes yelled as Sam finally got her out of the chair and moved onto Katherine.

"What?"

"He's working with Dan! He took Brittany!" Katherine said when the tape was removed from her mouth.

"Someone took Momma?" Kyle cried.

"Shh, its gonna be alright baby boy." Mercedes said picking him up and sitting on the couch with him in her lap.

"I want my Mami!" he cried into Mercedes' neck.

"I know baby, I know."

"What happened?" Sam asked Katherine in the kitchen.

"We were watching the news and talking and all of a sudden there was a knock on the door and Grant answered it and then four men in black came in and they jumped Brittany, Mercedes and I tried to fight back but it was no use, there were two of us against five trained and strong men. They took her to Dan, I don't know where that it but I will bet you anything that Grant has been in contact with him on his cell and probably never thought that he would be caught or a cop would become involved." Katherine said.

"Well they better be easy to come up with because there is a little boy in there who might lose both of his parents if they aren't."

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Santana was still bound to the same chair but her arms were now loose, not that that was doing her any good because it killed to move the right one, she was sure that something was broken, and the left still stung and hurt to move due to the new addition to her skin. She had learned the routine that Dan seemed to have. He would come down in the morning and change her numerous bandages, and apply more ice to her eye, which she could now open, even if it did still hurt to blink. He would leave a brown paper bag on her lap and a bottle of water. The bag would have the same thing in it every day, a Chocolate Fudge Pop tart, a bag of plain Lays chips and an apple. He would leave and not return until midday when he would assist her in going to the bathroom in a tiny room in the corner of the basement that she had never noticed until the first time that he took her there. He would tie her back up and then leave. The last visit of the day would come before he went to bed, or at least that's what Santana thought. He would leave her another bottle of water and check to make sure that she was securely tied and and promise to see her the next morning. Santana had concluded that the man had some serious OCD.

The same thing happened today, Friday. Dan had visited her in the morning leaving her usual pop tart, chips, apple and water. He had seemed excited about something today though, the thought of this psychopath being excited about anything greatly frightened Santana, which was very reasonable. She was waiting for him to come down as it was midday. She knew that he should be coming any minute now. She was thinking of Kyle when the door at the top of the basement steps swung open and she hear Dan's heavy footsteps coming down.

"Santana, Santana, Santana, have I got news for you!" he said in a very jovial voice and happy face which deeply contrasted his hardened, and scary face.

"And what would that be?" she asked him in her normal snarky Santana voice.

"Oh, I believe that you are going to like it very much. I've gotten you a surprise." he said with an evil smirk, quite unlike the smirk that had become a signature Lopez look.

"What?" she asked, her voice was barely above a whisper, all her confidence was lost and her blood instantly ran cold. She no more wanted to receive a "surprise" from this man than she wanted to receive a hug from a mountain lion.

"Oh you will see shortly. I just have to get everything set up first of course." he said and walked to the other side of the basement.

Santana watched as he got another chair, just like the one that she was bound too, and more rope. He set up the rope as much as he could without a persons arms or legs there to bind it too. The only difference between the chair that Santana was in and the one that Dan was currently configuring was that the new one was definitely going to hold both someone's arms and legs, meaning that they were probably unharmed. This offered Santana a small beacon of hope, she was positive that whoever was soon to be tied to this chair was someone very important to her and she took comfort in the fact that they were probably unhurt.

"I'll be back soon with your surprise Santana." he said and left but not before throwing her a wink over one of his broad shoulders.

It was only about five minutes before she heard the door swing open and the footsteps of several people making their way down the stairs. Dan was leading them and when the last man came into view Santana gasped and was instantly deathly afraid, for a limp and clearly unconscious blonde was resting in his arms. There was blood on Brittany's forehead, it seemed as though she had been hit with something to be knocked out. The man placed her in the chair that was opposite Santana and Dan tied her in securely, the other men left leaving Dan, Santana and an unconscious Brittany.

"You fucking asshole!" Santana yelled.

"Well, that was certainly not the reaction that I was hoping for, I thought that you would be pleased that I had brought your fiancé to you." Dan said with feigned hurt. "Well I suppose then I shall leave you two alone, don't worry she will wake soon."

"She better you son of a bitch!" Santana said under her breath, but Dan heard her anyway.

He just gave her his evil smirk and made for the stairs. He was halfway up when he called back to her, "Oh and don't fret, Kyle was out with his Uncle Sam when this all went down, he and Sam are perfectly fine, though the same cannot be said of the police officer's beautiful wife."

"What the hell does that mean?" Santana yelled, instantly fearing for Mercedes. The only answer that she got was the slamming of the basement door.

"Britt, wake up! Brittany wake up!" Santana called frantically.

xxxx

"Evans, what the hell is going on in here?" Sam's precinct Captain said as he walked in to the squad room.

"I have an urgent case going on. Two of my friends have been kidnapped by a crazy gang leader that is out to kill one who he thought that he killed, then we thought he was dead so she could come back and now-"

"Wow, Evans slow the hell down and explain this to me."

"It's quite a long story, sir."

"Give me the quickest version you've got." the Captain said.

"Okay well in high school I had these two friends, Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez, they were girlfriends. Anyway, one night Britt was walking home from Santana's house when she heard something. It turns out it was this gang member, Dan, and he was shooting someone. He turns around and sees Brittany, and shoots her and she died. Flash forward to about six months ago, Brittany shows up on Santana's doorstep alive and well. Turns out that she lived, and was put in witness protection. The Dan guy tracked her down in Colorado and shot her again there, but she lived and they relocated to California where she was until she got the news that Dan was dead. So she got out of the program and came here to New York to find Santana. Turns out that Dan wasn't dead, and he took Santana. Brittany and Kyle, Santana's son and that's a different story, came to stay with us. Dan sent Britt a video of him torturing Santana and I tried to trace it and keep all of this quiet here because I didn't want Dan to find out but that all changed. This morning Kyle and I were getting everyone breakfast and when we got back to my apartment my wife and one of Brittany's two WITSEC agents were tied up to chairs. Brittany and the other one were gone, it turns out that the other one was childhood best friends with Dan and had been working with him the whole time. So now Dan has both Santana and Brittany and I need to get them back." Sam said and took a deep breath.

"That's quite the story Evans, don't you think that this is something that the Feds should be handling though?" Captain Marshall asked him.

"No! Sir, I have this!" Sam insisted.

"Evans, I get that you don't want to give up the credit for this one but-"

"Sir, this has nothing to do with the credit. This is about me getting my friends home alive and safe to their son!"

"I'm sorry Sam, but I have to call the FBI in on this one." the Captain answered.

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Santana had fallen asleep at some point while waiting for Brittany to stir in her chair. She was awoken from her restless sleep however by Brittany calling her name in a scared and confused tone, though there was the slightest hint of relief there as well. Santana's eyes flung open at the sound of Brittany saying her name.

"Brittany!" Santana said relieved to see that she was indeed still alive. "What the hell happened? Why are you here?"

"Ugh." Brittany said squinting her eyes and trying to think. "Grant!" she called out. "Grant, he is working with Dan! He came in while Kyle and Sam were getting food and they attacked us! I don't know what they did to Mercedes or Katherine! I was knocked out so I couldn't fight back. How could he do that?"

"He's the one who brought me here too. He's been working with Dan all along." Santana responded.

"I can't believe it," she said shaking her head, then as if she remembered where they were and what had happened she cried, "Oh God, San are you alright? You look terrible."

"Believe it or not this is better than she looked a few days ago." came Dan's voice from the doorway at the top of the basement stairs. He started walking down the stairs, and both Brittany's and Santana's eyes were trained on the gun that he was carrying in his hand. "I have been treating her and her wounds are healing nicely, well as nicely as they can without stitches of course, but Santana didn't want me to do those, but then again I do not blame her on that."

"Please don't kill me." Brittany pleaded as Dan neared with the gun.

"Oh don't worry Brittany I do not plan on shooting you tonight, no, I will however be giving the two of you some information as to how this is all going to work though."

"What do you mean how this is going to work?" Santana asked.

"Oh well you obviously both know that I want Brittany dead very badly, but I have had some bad luck in that area, so I will not be the one to kill Brittany." he said, evil smirk appearing on his twisted face.

"What do you mean?" Brittany whispered.

"Santana is going to do it." Dan said calmly.

"Not a fucking chance in hell would I ever do that you sick bastard! Tu estas loco, tu estas loco!" Santana yelled.

"Oh don't worry Santana, when you see just exactly what I have in store for you, you will do absolutely anything that I say, including killing Brittany. Well, I shall see you too in the morning. Sleep well, I know I will."