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She blinked. Tried to shift. It hurt. She tried to feel her body, tried to find out how she was located but she couldn't even tell if she was lying on her back or on her stomach. In fact, she couldn't even tell if she was lying at all or maybe leaning against something. She let out a groan. She felt like she had no control over her body. In fact, she DIDN'T have any control over her body. Furthermore, it felt as if her mind wasn't connected to a body anymore at all. "Maybe I'm dead", she thought. No, that wasn't possible. Even though she had no idea how it felt like, she couldn't imagine that being in heaven, nirvana or what else one might believe in felt so uncomfortable. A throbbing pain in her temples started to become noticeable. It made it even harder to think but it was also a reassuring sign that she was at least alive. The pain stopped again. The thinking stopped again. She didn't know how much time had passed until she felt the throbbing again. This time around she was able to control her eyelids. It took all her willpower to force her eyes open. The light felt as if needles stabbed into her retina. She moaned and closed them again. She tried one more time and forced herself to look at her surroundings even though the daylight worsened her headaches a hundred percent. Green. She saw green. Bushes. Where the hell was she? It took her minutes to get the strength to lift her head. She was lying on her side, that she could tell now. Her vision was blurry and she couldn't see clearly.
"Glasses. Where are my glasses?" she started thinking. Panic crawled up on her, making her heart pound up to her ears. She did her best to suppress the feeling of helplessness. It wasn't going to get her anywhere. She took a deep breath in and sat up carefully. Her body felt so weak. Her limps were prickling as if ants were scrambling under her skin. It was uncomfortable. She looked down on herself. Her shoes were missing. Her tights barely existent anymore. She was wearing a skirt but it was almost completely ripped into two pieces on the side she had been lying on. Her blouse was fluttering around her upper body loosely, the right strap of her bra had slipped over her shoulder. While trying to get her thoughts in order she found her glasses lying a meter away from her in the dirt. She leaned towards to grab them but they were useless. Both glasses were broken. Her breathing started to become rapidly and her stomach flipped when the panic started to overwhelm her once again. Before she could do anything about it she started to retch and then threw up her stomach contents that were barely existent anyhow. When her stomach was done rebelling she groaned again and started wondering how much time had already passed. "All right, all right", she tried to calm herself in her thoughts, "you are Sharon Raydor and a police officer. Think!"

At the same time Rusty just ended one of the many calls he had already done that day. He had called Emily, Ricky, various hospitals, Sharon at least fifteen times, Jack (which was definitely one of the worst call) and now wondered about whether or not he could call Sharon's parents before deciding that that was a ridiculous idea since he a) didn't have their number, b) didn't know anything about them and c) knew that the last people on earth that would know anything about Sharon Raydor's whereabouts would be her parents. So he decided to call Andy. The team had decided to spread out and search for her while Buzz stayed at the department and did everything that had to be done in order to file a missing person's report. It was necessary so that they could officially use the department's devices in order to find her.

Andy was sitting next to Louie. He had wanted to drive but Provenza wouldn't let him. "Won't do her any good if you kill us in a car accident", he had grunted while sitting down in the driver's seat. They had decided that Flynn and Provenza would drive down all the routes that Sharon could have taken to get home from the bar. Tao and Sykes would check out the route to Andy's house while Buzz was now constantly checking if they could locate her phone.

Provenza and Flynn concentrated on their surroundings, trying to find a clue that could tell them where the captain might be. The traffic light in front of them turned from orange to red and Provenza stopped. He glanced to his side and looked at his partner.
"We are going to find her", he reassured.
"I just hope we aren't going to find her too late", Andy murmured. He felt like he couldn't breathe. It was heard for him to stop picturing every single worst case scenario that might have happened to his girlfriend.
The traffic light changed its colors again and Provenza started driving.
"Where the hell is she", Andy hissed.
"Andy, I need you to think like a cop now! Imagine she would be in any kind of trouble. Where would she go?"
Andy was glad that Provenza was helping him to stay focused. Otherwise he might lose his mind.
"She would call. That's what she would do first. She would call one of us."
"Well, she didn't. That's a fact. But where would she go?" Provenza pressured Andy. He needed facts, he needed something he could trace back, so that they wouldn't keep searching in the dark.
"Jesus, I don't know! She would go home; she would come to the office or to my place. Something must have happened that threw her off. Something that," Andy started his next sentence which he didn't finish.
"Go left, to the left!" he shouted a little louder than necessary.
"What is it?" Provenza asked while turning into an alleyway that didn't seem like a place the captain would ever decide to drive through on her free will. But seconds later Provenza knew why Andy wanted him to go there.
"That's her car", Provenza asserted.
"Yeah", Andy swallowed.
"What the…" Provenza murmured. To say that Sharon's car had been parked at the side of the road was exaggerated. It looked more like a drunk 14-year-old had tried to do the parking: the SUV stood diagonally to the street, the front half on the sideway, the rest still standing on the street.
Provenza immediately made calls and soon the place was crowded with officers that were trying to secure potential evidence.
"She didn't even lock the car", Amy found out as she opened the driver's door. "And she didn't take the keys out."
Andy stood a meter away from Amy, his arms crossed in front of his chest with clenched fists. His fingernails were digging into the flesh of his palms but he didn't even notice the pain. It was all he could do to not punch the next thing that came too close to him as hard as he could. So far there was no good sign that Sharon was all right. Provenza walked up to Andy and quietly, so that no one else could here, said: "Pull yourself together, Flynn! You are doing no good in this state. You either start working here or you get back to station and help Rusty or attend a meeting or whatever. But you need to snap out of this!"
Andy knew Provenza meant good. He honestly knew. But as said before, Andy was already trying real hard not to lose his mind and now not to punch his friend in the face. He took a deep breath in. Self-control. If he had one thing from being sober for decades, it was self-control.
"Did she leave her bag in the car?" Andy asked.
Amy and Provenza carefully looked through the SUV so that they wouldn't destroy and hints. In the meantime, Andy opened the trunk of the car and found the answer to his question himself.
"It's here", he said and took out the classic black leather purse of his girlfriend.
"Is her phone in there?" Michael asked.
"No."
"That's good", Amy stated.
"Only if she turns it on, damned", Provenza cursed. Nobody found a trace of Sharon. Nothing in her car pointed out that there had been another person involved or that there had been a fight.
What the hell happened to you, Andy thought. It had been seven hours since Rusty called Andy. They all knew that the first 24 hours were crucial. If they didn't find her in those hours, the chances of finding her alive at all were too low for the team to stand. They had to find her. And they had to find her now.

"Let's say she parked her car here", Amy started reasoning, "because whatever reason she might have. She left her purse and the keys so she was under pressure to get away. Maybe someone was following her. She hurried away on foot. I'd say we spread out and search every single square meter."
Provenza and Tao nodded, Andy stood still.
"We need more backup", Andy said.
"I already made the call. They are on their way", Provenza said. Soon the area was crowded with police officers, looking for Sharon Raydor.