Trizzy - lol you've made me have scorpion in my head for days! I was more for Whitesnake and Journey, but I know what you mean. I hope I haven't left it too long for you.

sparky - I have no idea why I picked that song, but it felt right. I'm trying to get some more writing done tonight - it's nice not to be writing application forms and letters out. So sick of job hunting - why wont someone just give me a job already??

ambercsiny - Aw, but I love cliff hangers! Unless it's on TV and I have to wait until after the christmas holidays to find out what happens. And you're so right!

Bmangaka - have you hacked into my computer and read what I've written? lol

demolished-soul - yeah, she's gonna learn one day!

RK9 - lol, Nixon doesn't count. Hi'ya Seymour! Of course he can!

meadow567 - one job and I still keep you waiting. I need to get back into a routine. But your first option was right!

AngelicStars - I have been writing this for ages, and I can't see me ending it any time soon - i'm just gonna have to write quicker. I think I must have been listening to Riot, lol!

Okely dokely = big thanks to sparky for being an awesome beta. Other than that - enjoy!

What The Eyes Can't See

Chapter 200: I thought it was over but it's not

Flack yawned as the taxi pulled up outside the house. It was nearly four am already and he was exhausted. He paid the taxi driver and was about to get out of the car when he did a double take at the clock. It was that time already and Taylor still hadn't called him?

He pulled out his phone and called, but it directed him straight to Taylor's voicemail. With a frown, he hung up and was about to dial Lindsay when he realized there was someone pacing up and down in the snow, stamping her feet and rubbing her hands against the cold. 'SSA Reid?'

'Is Taylor with you?' the redhead asked him, worried enough that she didn't correct Flack about her new title.

Flack shook his head. 'I'm hoping she's inside in bed.'

Cory looked up at the unlit house. 'I've been out here for ages. She hasn't been answering the door, or her phone.'

Flack thrust his hand into his pocket and pulled out his keys. Within seconds the door was open and he was running up the stairs, shouting Taylor's name as he went. It took him even less time to realize that she wasn't there. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. 'Okay,' he said, more to himself, rather than the FBI agent who was stood behind him. 'Taylor may be ditsy, but she's not stupid... Lindsay.' He pulled his phone back out and scrolled down to Lindsay's number before hitting dial. 'Lindsay?'

'Nope,' came Danny's groggy voice, 'It's Danny. What's the matter, Flack? It's four in the morning.'

'Are you with Lindsay?'

'No, I just keep hold of her phone.'

'Funny, Messer. What time did she leave the party?'

Danny yawned. 'I picked her up not long after I left you. About 1?'

'Where was Taylor?"

'Hang on, I'm passing you over to Lindsay.' There was a sound of rustling and then Lindsay's voice came over the line. 'Flack?'

'Hey Linds. I don't suppose you know where Taylor is, do you?' he asked as he made his way back down the stairs.

'She mentioned something about staying to help Sasha move her presents. She was pretty intent on sobering up when we left.' There was a brief pause. 'Actually, Sasha looked pretty wasted. Maybe she went back to hers?'

'Thanks Lindsay.' He hung up and began rooting around for Taylor's laptop, knowing she stored all her phone numbers on it. As it was booting up, he looked over the top of it at the agent who was watching him with a worried expression. 'Do you know something I should?'

Cory slowly nodded. 'Yes, and I sincerely hope it's not related to Taylor's sudden disappearance.

---

Taylor awoke on a mattress that was as cold and damp as she felt, and had no idea where she was. She wasn't entirely surprised to begin with considering the fact that she never remembered where she fell asleep when she had been drinking, but as she pulled herself to a sitting position, and rubbed at her eyes, she realized that she really didn't have a clue where she was or how she got there.

She was in a bedroom. Well, that was one description for it. There was a bed in the room, but other than a bucket and a dim light with no shade, there was nothing else in there other than dirt and a boarded up window.

Taylor shivered, and started to scuffle backwards, until something stopped her right ankle from moving any further back. As a very bad feeling started to rise up in her stomach, she looked down and pulled up the bottom of her chaps. Where her boot should have been was a shackle, attacked to a very heavy chain, which was, in turn, attached to the foot of the bed.

Taylor stared at it, urging her mouth to catch up with her brain, until finally she found her voice and started screaming for help as she began yanking at the chain.

There was a loud clanking sound before the door opened and the man whom she had been talking to at the bar came in.

Taylor stopped screaming. 'You?'

"Axl" nodded.

'What do you want from me?'

"Axl" smiled. 'I, personally, don't want anything from you. But my brother wants something from your friends.'

'Your brother?' Taylor repeated, feeling a lump rising in her throat as she blinked back the tears.

'You might know him. Felix Bohr.'

Taylor felt the blood drain out of her face.

'I'll take that as a yes, then.

'Reggie?' Taylor asked, suddenly realizing the reason why "Axl" looked so familiar.

Reggie nodded.

Taylor stared at him for a moment longer before she started screaming for help again. But Reggie just stood there and watched her, a small smile on his face. Nevertheless, it wasn't until Taylor's throat felt raw, that she stopped.

'You can scream all you want, but no one will hear you,' Reggie told her.

'This is New York,' Taylor told him, her voice hoarse. 'Someone will hear me.'

'You're wrong on both accounts,' Reggie told her as he moved towards the bed, leaning in so that he was inches from Taylor. 'You're not in New York, and no one's going to hear you.'

Taylor, who had tried to move as far away from Reggie as she could when he had moved towards her, leapt at him, raking her nails across his neck as she tried to do anything to try to free herself.

Reggie, in one quick movement had picked her up and flung her back on the bed, against the wall. 'That wasn't a very clever move,' he hissed at her, as he felt his neck. He looked at his fingers and the small amount of blood on them. 'No one knows you're here, sweetheart, and you know what I look like. Now, you can either behave, or this can become a very painful experience for you.'

Taylor watched him leave, her head pounding from where it had hit the wall when he had thrown her. She gingerly pulled her legs up under her chin – the throw had also made the chain yank at her ankle, as well as knocking her elbow – and wrapped her arms around herself.

---

'Felix Bohr?' Flack repeated, staring at Cory in disbelief.

Cory nodded. 'It was there the whole time. I just couldn't understand Taylor's own version of shorthand.'

'Let me get this straight,' said Flack. 'Taylor has been researching the four major gangs in New York ever since Louie was in hospital.'

Cory nodded.

'And she managed to get a contact within the Brooklyn Bullets, who was feeding her information on what Tanglewood's movements were.'

Again, Cory nodded.

'But this contact is actually Felix Bohr.'

'My rogue UC, Antony Carlise, yes,' Cory admitted. 'The two have been in contact from the beginning, although it looks like they only ever spoke with each other over the phone and via email.'

'About the drugs being distributed across the city?'

Cory nodded, perching on the arm of the couch with a sigh.

'And you think that Taylor might be in danger because she knows too much?'

'I had my lab techs run a trace on the email address that Bohr was using to communicate with Taylor. He slipped up. Once. He used his work computer to send the email. The tech did a search of his computer – Bohr didn't have time to wipe the memory properly at the time. There was an email to his half-brother, Reggie Portwood.'

'Leader of the Brooklyn Bullets?' Flack asked, the anger building up inside of him.

'Taylor knows too much. Bohr had hacked into Taylor's computer. He seen all the information stored on there.'

Flack looked down at the laptop in his hands and slammed the computer shut. He was up in a shot, striding to the door.

'Where are you going?' Cory asked as she leapt to her feet to follow him.

'To get this laptop to my tech,' he told her.

'My tech's are some of the best in the country,' Cory told him, following him out of the house. 'They struggled to find anything on Bohr's.'

'Yeah, well your techs don't have Adam Ross working for them. If anyone can find anything on this, he can.' He stopped suddenly and whirled around so that his face was inches from Cory's, his face black as thunder. 'And you'd better pray to whichever god you pray to that he finds something. Because if he doesn't, I'm going to hold you,' he jabbed her in the chest. 'Personally responsible if something happens to her, God help me.'

Cory struggled to hold back her anger, but slipped a little bit. "Look, Detective," she drawled. "It's not my fault; I'm not the bad guy here, but let me tell you something. You lay a hand on me again and you might just lose it." Cory stared him in his eyes, letting all the anger she had been holding on to show in her eyes. "This is not accomplishing anything, so do you want to stand here and threaten me or find your girlfriend? Your choice," she finally spat out in a carefully controlled voice.

'You just want to be thankful that threatening is all I'm doing at this point, Reid,' he growled back at her.

---

Stella was staring absently through her window at the snow which was falling in bright swirls across the city when a knock at the door broke her from her thoughts. She looked up to find a somewhat scared looking Adam waiting for her to acknowledge him. She gave him a smile and he walked in. 'You're here late,' she told him as she glanced at the clock.

Adam gave her a nervous smile. 'We're a little backed up with everyone busy with Mac's hearing.'

'That's true,' she sighed. 'What's up?'

'I just wanted to apologize,' he muttered, fidgeting on the spot.

Stella frowned. 'Apologize for what?'

'Letting your secret out,' he said, indicating to Stella's stomach which she was unconsciously holding.

'It's alright, Adam,' she reassured him. 'It would have come out eventually.'

'Adam, I need you to take a look at this,' Flack barked as he burst into the room, holding Taylor's laptop out in front of him.

'Flack, what the hell's the matter?' Stella asked, rising to her feet.

'Bohr is back, Taylor is missing, and the answer to her whereabouts is either on this laptop, or that FBI agent is withholding something.'

Stella glanced behind Flack at Cory who was pacing up and down in the corridor, her blackberry firmly at her ear. 'Don, you need to take a minute. Do we know for certain that Taylor has been taken?'

'No, but-'

'Right, Adam, you have a look at that laptop. Don, have you been to the club where the party was? Have you spoken to anyone that was there?'

He shook his head. 'Just Lindsay. She left Taylor about one.'

'Right, you call Danny and Lindsay and get them in. I'll call Hawkes and get him to swing by the club.'

'What about Mac?'

Stella frowned. 'I think I know where he is.'

----

Mac strode through the up-market café to where he had spotted Gerrard and Sinclair. After seeing Truby, and then his conversation with Stella, if there was one thing he was certain of – this was going to end. And if he had to play by their rules, damn it, he would.

'Detective Taylor,' Sinclair greeted him as Mac pulled out one of the free seats and sat down with them.

'Good news – I've made a decision. I'm going to testify,' he informed them calmly.

Sinclair set his coffee down. 'That's great. Thanks for coming by so early in the morning to tell us that.

Mac shook his head. 'Oh, hang on. I'm not done. I'm gonna testify in the departmental hearing against him,' he said, pointing at Gerrard.

'What the hell are you talking about?' Gerrard asked with a somewhat nervous chuckle. 'All those chemicals in the lab getting to your brain, Taylor?'

Mac turned to the Inspector. 'Tell him about Dobson. About the original arrest.'

Sinclair looked at his colleague. 'What's going on? What's he talking about, Stan?'

'Nothing,' said Gerrard, shaking his head. 'He's desperate.'

Mac shrugged. 'You wanna tell him, or should I?'

Sinclair's eyes narrowed. 'Tell me what, Stan?' he pressed.

Mac leant back in his chair. 'Let me tell him. I like the story. When Dobson was originally arrested he was brought to the 3-5 for processing. The 3-5? You guys are familiar with the 3-5, right? You were a lieutenant there, right Stan?' he asked, looking at the inspector. 'And correct me I'm wrong, you were CO?' Mac smiled, clasping his hands together. 'It's the little things that always come back to bite you. Safe guard your prisoner. One of the first things you learn at the academy.'

'I've had enough,' Sinclair interrupted. 'So what are you getting at, Taylor?'

'When Truby put Dobson in a holding cell,' Mac continued. 'He forgot to remove Dobson's belt. When no one was looking, Dobson tied his belt to the bars and tried to hang himself. He'd rather die than go to prison, but someone saw him and released the belt before he completed the act. Failure to safeguard your prisoner can result in serious disciplinary action,' he added.

Sinclair shrugged. 'So Truby yet again proved that he's a disgrace to the badge.'

Mac shook his head, smiling. 'Gerrard covered it up.'

'He's lying,' Gerrard scoffed. 'Who told you that? Truby? You gonna believe that lying bastard?'

Mac leant forward. 'No, but I believe your fingerprints on Dobson's belt. And I think the courts might believe that too.' He leant back into his chair. 'Now, we can either drop this whole charade, or we can bring this to the table.' He rose to his feet. 'You know where I'll be.' He smiled at them, grabbed a slice of toast from the table and left.

Almost straight away he met Stella. 'You've learnt how to play the game, haven't you?' she asked him, eyeing him suspiciously.

'And I have no plans to do that again.' He gave her a sideways glance. 'But I suspect that's not why you came to find me?'

Stella shook her head. 'That FBI agent found some information about Bohr,' she said, before quickly filling him in.

'And there's still no word from Taylor?'

'Flack is supposed to call me if he hears anything.'

Mac nodded. 'Right, I want Hawkes and Angell at the club she was last seen at, a uniform at their place, and get Danny to run a trace on her cell phone. Get Lindsay down to the cab companies – it's possible that she got a ride somewhere, with someone other than Flack. I want to talk to that agent.' He frowned. 'Let's hope we're just over-reacting and this is a coincidence.

---

When Taylor had finally calmed down and her head wasn't throbbing as much, she wiped her eyes and looked around the room in the dim light the light bulb was offering. The only other thing that seemed to be in it was a black thing in the far corner. The thing, she suddenly realized, was her bag. Taylor bounded off the bed, only to fall into a heap with as small yelp of pain, as her ankle refused to support her.

From the floor, Taylor pulled her the bottom of her chaps up again. Reggie throwing her across the room had clearly done something to it as it was swollen and, as she stared at it, realized it was also extremely painful underneath the shackle. Pushing that to the back of her mind, Taylor turned her attention back to her bag. If she could reach it, she could grab her cell phone.

She stretched out as far as she could, but she was still a couple of feet short. Gritting her teeth, Taylor got to her feet and headed back to the bed. Upon examination, she discovered that it wasn't attached to the floor, although the chain was firmly attached to the bed. Using all the strength she could muster, Taylor leant back and tried to pull the bed. It moved an inch before her ankle gave out on her and she fell back to the floor.

Still determined, Taylor got back to her feet and began pulling again, ignoring the pain as she used her feet to make a firm footing on the floor. Slowly the bed began to inch across the floor until she dropped to the floor out of sheer exhaustion. The bed was a lot heavier than it looked. As she caught her breath, she realized that the bed had only moved a foot and she was still a foot short of her bag. And there was no way she could physically move it any more.

Not only was her ankle in agony, but her wrist which she had broken so many times in the past, was also extremely tender. With a cry of frustration, Taylor swiped at the closest thing to her. The unfortunate item to feel the brunt of her irritation was the plastic bucket, of which the handle fell off as it hit the wall.

Taylor swallowed and grabbed the handle. It looked like it was just long enough…. She stretched out across the floor, again ignoring the pain in her ankle, so that she was stretched as far as she could, pulling against the chain, and with her hands only just holding onto the handle, finally hooked it over the bag handle and dragged it slowly towards it. As her fingers curled around the leather, she let out a loud sigh of relief and relaxed, rolling onto her back.

And then there was the sound of the door being unlocked. Taylor leapt to her feet and onto the bed, only just managing to sit on the purse before Reggie re-entered the room.

He looked at the bed and smiled, 'Do you really think I'd leave you with anything of use in here?'

'I don't know what you're talking about,' Taylor told him as she tried to calm her breathing.

'Yes you do,' Reggie told her. 'But that's alright. You'll find out soon enough.'

'What do you want from me?' Taylor asked him, feeling uneasy.

'I've already told you: I don't want anything from you. We're going to kill you. We're just going to cause some pain before we do it.' Reggie smiled at her before turning and leaving.

As soon as Taylor heard the door lock, she pulled the bag out from under her and tore it open. Inside were a couple of bills, her driver's license, lip gloss… and her cell phone. She pulled it out and tried to turn it open. Only, she discovered, the battery and SIM card had been removed.

---

Danny Messer was sat at his computer running background checks on the guests at the party, and so far they were all checking out. His eyes were feeling sore from staring at the computer screen for so long, but he wasn't going to take a break until he knew Taylor was alright. He pulled his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, and as he set them back on his face, his computer pinged at him. But it wasn't a hit. It was an email alert. From Louie Messer.

Danny could feel the blood drain from his face as he clicked it open. He quickly read the message before leaping out of his chair and running to trace lab where Mac was processing the evidence from the club with Lindsay.

'What's the matter, Danny?' Lindsay asked, seeing how pale and ruffled he looked.

Mac looked over at him, 'Danny?'

'I got an email. From Louie.'

'Danny, Louie's dead,' Lindsay told him gently.

'I know that,' Danny snapped at her, 'God, I know that. But this message came from Louie's account, and I think you should see this.' He turned and headed back out of the lab.

Mac and Lindsay looked at each other and ripped off their gloves and hurried out after him.

I did it... 200 freakin' chapters! I just hope y'all are enjoying it as much as you were 199 chapters ago! Thanks for all your continued support!