demolished-soul - Thank you. I never thought I would make it at several points, but I'm glad you're still reading!

Madison Bellows - Sometimes I am so mean - to my readers and to Taylor. But I will make it alright for everyone soon. I hope! Glad you're still liking it!

Trizzy - And now I have Whitesnake in my head. Grrr! But I will let you off - because I think I have a few more cliffhangers. But there's no Sly. There's not even a hint of a racoon for comedy relief. I also think that they are two very important pieces of advice to take away from this. Did you need saving, or did your costume do it for you?

Bmangaka - I can't tell you that - You're gonna find out in a chapter or two anyway!

ambercsiny - Alas, it is one of several cliffhangers over then next few chapters - I'm afraid I am that mean!

meadow567 - It's already written for the next ten-ish chapters anyway. I just have issues finding time to update. Which I don't understand. I feel like I have less time having no job then I did when I had two!

RK9 - I am indeed going to use him. You're gonna find out in... however long it takes to read this chapter... where Taylor is! Seymour arrived safely and is currently playing with the rabbits!

sparkyCSI - I meant to ask - is your leg any better?? Don't worry about it - I sometimes read yours and realise the same thing, and that's even with me reading them aloud!

Alana Xavier1 - I am being mean. You have no idea how many times I have toyed with that idea, either!

Well, no spoilers, just thanks to my beta!

What The Eyes Can't See

Chapter 201: The tombstones were waiting; they were half-engraved. They knew it was over, just didn't know the date

"It's from Louie's account,' Adam told them. He was sat at his computer, the email open on his screen, whilst Mac, Stella, Hawkes, Lindsay, Danny, Angell, Cory and Flack were all stood around behind him, reading the message.

You want her back, you release Zach Lively, Aaron Foster, Dale Owens and Karl Dunn.

"Have you opened the attachment yet?' Mac asked Adam.

Adam shook his head, 'I thought I would wait for everyone to get here,' he told him, looking uncomfortably at Flack, who was staring expressionlessly at the screen.

'Open it,' Stella told him softly.

Adam nodded and clicked on the attachment. It opened and started playing.

'What the hell is that?' asked Danny.

The video on the screen was so dim that the eight of them were struggling to see what was happening.

'Hang on,' muttered Adam as he hit a few buttons. The screen brightened, throwing the colours slightly out, but it was easier to see the image.

'Who is that?' Hawkes asked, staring at the blonde woman who was huddled up on a filthy iron bed.

The woman lifted her head from her arms.

'Taylor!' Flack cried, stepping towards the monitor.

Taylor wiped her eyes and stared across the room at something just out of sight below the camera. She leapt of the bed, only to collapse straight onto the floor in pain.

The team stood transfixed as she struggled to move the bed, and reach the item, before bouncing back onto the bed and hiding the bag.

'What's going on?' asked Angell as she moved closer to the monitor.

'She's saying something,' Stella muttered, peering at the screen. 'There's someone in there with her.'

'Adam?' Mac spoke.

'It's a delayed feed,' Adam told them as he began fiddling with various buttons. 'It looks like its being streamed from somewhere on an hour delay. I can't do anything with the camera.' He paused to watch Taylor rip open her bag, pull open a cell phone and launch it against the far wall, before she slumped back against the wall, crying.

'Where's it coming from?' Lindsay asked him, still staring at the screen.

Adam shrugged, 'I don't know. The IP address of the attachment doesn't seem to match the IP address of the email. It looks like the email was forwarded on from a mobile address.'

'How can you have a mobile address?' Angell asked.

'Wireless, WAP, even just a virus could be doing this.'

'Adam, find out where that's coming from,' Mac told him. He turned and surveyed the group, 'Sheldon, help Adam. Stella, I want you to finish processing the evide-' He frowned, 'Where's Flack?' Barely waiting for an answer he rushed out of the room and over to the elevator, only just sticking his arm in it to stop it closing in time. 'Where are you going?'

"I am going to find the son-of-a-"

'You are going nowhere, Flack. You're staying here with Danny.'

'Mac,' Flack began.

'Don't make me call Gerrard,' Mac warned him. 'Because you can trust me when I say, he's already in a bad mood.'

Flack glared at him, before finally relenting. 'You find her, Mac.'

'Come on, Flack,' said Danny, who had been just behind watching the exchange. 'You can help me run through the suspect list.'

---

Taylor stared at the ceiling, her tears had finally stopped, only to make her face feel tight. The room was freezing. Every so often, a gust of wind would blow through the window, sending in little flurries of snow with it, but the fact she was wearing very little, and was hungry, was making her feel even worse. She rolled miserably onto her side. The only benefit to feeling so cold was that her ankle was feeling numb,

It wasn't until she rolled onto her side and ran her fingers through her hair that she realized that she was still wearing her wig. She pulled it off and stared glumly at it. 'I shouldn't have gone out last night,' she muttered to herself. 'I should have just…' she trailed off as her eyes landed on something poking out of her wig – one of the hair pins.

Alright, so it was a bit of a long shot, but all the same, it made Taylor's heart leap. She pulled it out and began to feel it around the lock of the shackle, praying that something would happen. Something did. But it wasn't the result she was hoping for.

There was a rattle at the door as someone began to unlock it. Hastily, Taylor stuck the grip in her bra and wrapped her arms around her knees. Seconds later, Reggie burst into the room.

'Hand it over,' he demanded, taking a few steps into the room.

'What?' Taylor asked him. 'I don't have anything.'

Before Taylor could process what was happening, Reggie was in front of the bed in an instant, and then his right hand was clamped around her throat as he pinned her to the wall. 'Do I look like I have the time or the patience to be playing games with you?' he hissed in her ear, before reaching over and grabbing the wig with his other hand. 'This. You pulled something from this.'

Taylor, who was clawing in vain at the man's arm, tried to shake her head and tell him it was nothing, but all she managed was a small croak.

Reggie tightened his grip. 'The only thing that is stopping me from killing you right now is the fact that I need you alive. But that doesn't mean that I won't make your life very painful in the meantime. And I have several boys out there with me who would love an introduction.'

Taylor managed to tear her eyes away from him long enough to glance at the door. She flicked her eyes back to him and nodded.

Reggie gave her throat one last squeeze before allowing her to drop back to the bed.

The release of her throat made Taylor cough and her first instinct was to rub it, but she instead pulled out the hair pin.

Reggie snatched it off her and stared at it. And then he shoved her so she was lying down on the mattress and straddled her.

'No, please,' Taylor begged.

Reggie smirked, 'Not yet,' he told her. 'I'm just making sure that there are no more of these things,' he indicated to the grip, before he began to run his fingers through her hair and then pat down her body.

---

'Zach Lively, Aaron Foster, Dale Owens and Karl Dunn,' Stella read, looking back at the email. 'Do we know who they are?'

Lindsay looked up from the computer she was sat at. 'Inmates at Sing Sing. All in for a drug bust a while back. Due for release in a few years.'

'This makes no sense,' Cory muttered, pacing the room. 'They're all members of the Bullets, but they're nobodies; low down the food chain. The fact that their release date isn't too far off… why would you want to release people who are going to be getting out soon anyway?'

'They wouldn't,' said Stella, catching on to her train of thought.

'No,' Cory agreed. 'This is just a diversion.'

'A diversion for what?' Adam asked, his gaze leaving the screen with Taylor's image on it for the briefest of seconds.

Cory sighed, raking a hand through her hair. 'That there's hope.'

Adam looked at her, his face pale. 'You don't think she's coming out of this?'

Cory shook her head. 'I pray to God I'm wrong, but I don't think she is.'

Adam turned back to the monitor and yelped. 'He's back.'

Mac watched the screen in horror. 'Angell, make sure Flack doesn't come anywhere near this room,' he told her, as he watched Reggie pat Taylor down.

Angell nodded and hurried out.

Cory stared at the images on the screen, and slowly her eyes narrowed. 'That's it,' she declared. 'Adam, what have you found on Taylor's laptop?'

Adam looked over at her in shock and managed little more than to blink.

'The laptop, Adam,' Cory repeated firmly.

Adam shot a sideways glance at Mac, who nodded, and pulled the item over. 'Someone has definitely hacked this. And they're good, because I put a decent firewall in for her.' He sighed and hung his head. 'I guess it wasn't good enough.'

'Adam, this guy has had half the FBI at his disposal for who knows how long,' Stella told him, placing a hand on his shoulder. 'Don't start blaming yourself now.'

Cory pursed her lips, choosing to ignore the dig. 'Can you trace it?'

'It's coming from the same WAP IP,' he shrugged.

'Correct me if I'm wrong,' Flack announced, appearing in the doorway, a slightly harassed looking Angell and Danny behind him. 'But if it's WAP, it's coming from a cell phone?'

Adam nodded. 'Yeah.'

'So surely you can trace that back to the,' he stopped as he suddenly spotted what was going on, on the monitor.

Mac spotted his hands curling up into fists. 'Trace it back to?' he encouraged the detective who was now shaking in rage.

'Trace it back to a service provider. And then to a cell phone number.'

Adam's jaw dropped open. 'How didn't I see that?'

'Because sometimes you're too smart,' Stella told him.

Wordlessly, he returned to his computer. The team watched as his fingers flew across the keyboard. Finally a number pinged up on the screen.

'That's Louie's number,' Danny cried. 'He's dead and they're still trying to tarnish his name.'

'What are they trying to accomplish?' Lindsay asked.

Cory gave a dry laugh. 'We ruined their plans; we've made their lives difficult. And now they're doing the same to us.'

'Correct me if I'm wrong,' Flack spoke up, his voice cold. 'But you were the one that screwed things up. You're the one that's put Taylor in that position.'

'Flack,' said Mac a low warning tone to his voice.

Flack shook his head, brushing it off. 'No, Mac. It's her fault. Taylor comes in here time after time, putting her life in danger to help. And you come along,' he accused, jabbing his finger at Cory as he closed the space between them. 'You stick your nose in and the next thing we know, Taylor's getting heat left right and centre, and she's the brunt of an retaliation attack on you.'

Cory was almost a foot smaller than Flack, but with the way she held herself, refusing to back down, it almost seemed they were at the same level. 'You underestimate your girlfriend, detective. She had all this information herself, and eventually, she would have come to you with it as soon as she realized the significance of it. Maybe I'm a catalyst, but I am not the reason she's there. And for the record,' she snapped. 'The only reason Taylor was getting heat, was because she sticking herself in situations she shouldn't be in. And that's the reason she keeps putting her life in danger. In fact,' she added. 'Maybe the reason she's there is because of you, because if you stopped her doing all the things she shouldn't, then she wouldn't have been communicating with gang leaders.'

'Don't you dare try and shift the blame back on me,' Flack shouted at her. 'This,' he waved at the screens. 'This whole situation feels like payback to all of us. But you. Where's your punishment for ruining Bohr's plans?'

Cory clenched her fists, about to tell him exactly where he could put his uninformed beliefs when her view of him was blocked.

'That's enough,' Stella snapped, coming between the two. 'We are not going to play a blame game. Taylor's stubborn and determined enough that she would have uncovered this, with or without anybody's consent. The thing that Bohr doesn't realize is that we're just as determined.'

'Um, I've narrowed down the tower the video is streaming from,' Adam interrupted them nervously.

'Nice one, Adam,' Danny muttered.

Cory and Flack continued to glare at each other, breathing heavily. Flack was the first to move. 'Where is she?'

'You're not going to believe this,' Lindsay muttered, pointing to the map.

The monitor was showing a map of upstate New York, a single pulsating dot with a four mile wide circle highlighting that the signal was coming from somewhere in there. Next to the dot were two words. Sparkill Creek.

---

Taylor was curled up in the fetal position, staring dejectedly at the far wall. She hadn't moved from that position since Reggie had left her. She was trying to keep hopeful that her friends were going to find her, but, currently she was losing faith. She had been there for who-knows how long – she'd been unconscious for some of it and the light bulb wasn't giving too much away on the time of day.

Before Reggie had left the last time, he had promised her that he would follow through with his threats. Taylor shuddered. The fact that she knew what he looked like – smelt like, even – meant that she was pretty certain she wasn't going to come out of this alive.

There had been so much that she wanted to do. The main thing was to tell Flack exactly how she felt. She wrote for a living, and yet Taylor could never find a way to tell him three simple words. She was determined to see her brother free again, and Cordelia… what would happen to her now?

Taylor frowned. She was going to get out of there, if only to make sure that Cordelia was safe until her brother was released. The light flickered and then dimmed considerably. Taylor curled up tighter, waiting for Reggie to reappear, but he didn't.

It wasn't until her eyes had become accustomed to the dimmer light that Taylor noticed the little red LED on the other side of the room. 'What the hell is that?' she muttered, before it dawned on her that it was a camera of some kind. Taylor rolled over so that her back was to it, before she started coughing. Tired, hungry, injured and now sick. 'I'm not going to die down here,' she told herself.

And then a plan started to form. Not a brilliant plan, but it was a plan nonetheless.

---

Cory sat down at the computer next to Adam and logged on to one of the restricted access FBI websites. Within seconds there was a similar map of the area pulled up.

'What's this?' Mac asked her, peering over her shoulder.

'All the major cities in this country have gang problems; some more famous than others. This is the North East Database.' Quickly she pulled the map down so it showed the city. 'It's color coordinated for each gang, the stronger the color, the stronger the influence.'

'And what about the buildings?' Mac asked.

'It's not completely up to date because there are busts happening every day, but each highlighted building shows where gang members have been arrested, or have suspected safe houses. It's one of my pet projects,' she told him.

'Cory, this is really good,' Mac told her, clearly impressed.

'It's not just me who has been working on it,' she said, modestly, yet flushing at the compliment, as she moved the map back up to the Sparkill Creek area. Just on the outside of the Tallman Mountain State Park was a solitary building, highlighted in a pale blue color. 'Blue is the assigned color for Brooklyn Bullets,' Cory explained. 'But this pale a color only shows a weak link.' She clicked on the building and a little pop-up box appeared. 'It was the childhood home of Calvin Portwood.'

'Reggie and Felix's father,' Danny exclaimed.

'I'll notify Jersey State police and the Park Rangers. Stella, I want you staying here with Adam and Flack.'

'But Mac,' both detectives objected.

'You're pregnant,' Mac said, looking at Stella. He turned to Flack. 'And you are too emotionally involved.'

'And when has that stopped you?' Flack snapped back at him before turning and storming out of the room.

I'm being mean with the cliffhangers, I know. But I've gotta keep you reading! (:P)