Jamie cracked his eyes open, his head felt funny . He went to rub his eyes to clear his blurry vision but quickly realised he couldn't, his hands were handcuffed above his head. Turning his head quickly to survey the room he could see that he was alone but he could hear voices, lots of voices from the other side of the door. They were laughing and cheering and frankly sounded to be having a jolly good time.

Using his feet Jamie wriggled and pushed until he was able to sit himself up a bit, he then started pulling at the cuffs that bound him. Maybe he could loosen them or maybe the noise might alert someone in the obvious crowd outside who could come in here and help him. The noise did indeed draw someone's attention, the door opened and in walked the older gentleman from before and the guy who had wrestled him back into this room and judging by their similarities Jamie guessed they were related.

"Jamie Reagan" the older guy started, approaching the bed as the door was shut behind them "time for you to earn your keep"

"What are you talking about?" Jamie tried as hard as he could to keep his voice steady.

"My guests out there are here to watch a fight, and you Jamie are the star attraction"

"Why me?" Jamie shifted his weight on the bed, he did not like feeling trapped in this way " Look man, I don't know who you are and its better for you that you just let me walk out of here right now"

The man tucked his hands in his pockets and laughed "Why, because otherwise your family will come to get me."

"Who are you?"Jamie asked. The older man smiled again " My name is Gary Payne, this is my oldest son Anthony. 12 years ago my youngest son was crossing the street when he was hit by a patrol car on a 911 call. That Officer killed my son and escaped with nothing more than a slap on the wrist. That Officer went by the name of Francis Reagan. So now, I'm going to take his youngest son from him…once we've had some fun of course"

Jamie sat there in silence, he had no idea that had happened to his Dad.

Gary nodded to Anthony "Get him up"

Anthony unlocked the cuffs and taking Jamie under his right arm he pulled him up off the bed and towards the door. As it was pushed open Jamie couldn't quite believe what he was seeing; there must have been a hundred people out there. Upon seeing the movement behind them the crowd turned and seeing Jamie being led towards the centre of the crowd they started to cheer. Jamie heard shouts of "PIGS" as he was manouvered through the crowd; clearly it was no secret to these people that he was a cop.

Once in the centre it was clear of people except one man, one very big man. "Time to fight" Anthony whispered in his ear right before he shoved Jamie at his opponent. Jamie didn't even have time to react before a fist connected with his jaw and knocked him backwards. He staggered to stay on his feet and his opponent approached him again. Jamie raised his fists into a guard position thanking himself that at least he knew how to box and this seemed to be what the crowd wanted as they let out a cheer .

Ducking and diving the two men exchanged blows, given the weight, height and reach advantage of his opponent Jamie quickly realised his only advantage was his agility. The man swung a right fist, Jamie ducked underneath it and pushed in with an uppercut to the mans abdomen. His opponent grunted loudly and the crowd booed and jeered. Jamie straightened up ready to defend himself again and at that moment someone came from the crowd behind him and kicked the back of his leg out, with the surprise momentarily distracting him his opponent took the opportunity to grab Jamies head and headbutt him. Jamie staggered, blood pouring from his nose.

What happened next definitely wasn't in any boxing rule book he knew off. A couple of members of the crowd came up behind Jamie and grabbed his arms pulling them behind his back, giving his opponent the chance to rain down blow after blow on Jamie. It wasn't long before Jamie watched as his vision disintegrated and darkness took hold to the sound of cheers and the shout of "NYPD Knock Out!"

"Bingo!" Baez jumped at the outburst from her partner, standing up from her desk and walking round to Dannys desk she asked him "You found something?"

"We have a couple of matches on the van description. Both have pinged CCTV licence plate cameras, one is registered to a Dean Bathlin, of Manhatten Removals and the other to a Gary Payne a local boxing gym owner. "

" So lets go question them" Danny didn't need asking twice, grabbing his jacket, gun and badge from the desk and the paper with the information he followed his partner out of the building. Silently he prayed to himself that his would be a break through that they needed.

As he headed to the car he dialled his Dads number and filled him in.

"Ok Danny, keep me informed the minute you have any further information." Frank hung up the phone and his heart was hopeful. He knew his eldest son was an amazing detective and he had plenty of faith that Danny would soon be well on the way to finding his boy.

Frank walked back into the family room where everyone was sat waiting for news from the phone call. "Danny has a couple of leads, him and Baez are on it"

"Will this lead him to Uncle Jamie?" Nicky's voice piped up from the corner. She had obviously been crying, she was very close to Jamie.

"I hope so " Frank responded.

Jamies head felt like it could explode, opening his eyes a blurry vision sat on the edge of his bead. Blinking to clear his eyes he realised it was Sarah, hre thick black curly hair framing her face. He could feel as she wiped his face with a damp cloth, and as he opened his eyes fully she met his gaze with her own and smiled at him.

"Hey Jamie, hows the head feeling" she asked, still gently wiping at his face

"Like I've gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson"

Sarah smiled "I'm just trying to clean you up, hold still"

"Thanks. " seeing her smile falter Jamie couldn't help but feel like she wasn't his enemy " why did you drug me before, who are you?"

"I'm really sorry about that Jamie. I'm Sarah, Gary is my Father. I just do what I'm asked" She stood up, returning the bowl of water and cloth to the table at the corner of the room. Jamie stood up from the bed, grateful to not be cuffed to it. His head swam a bit and he reached out to the wall to steady himself

"Can you help me? Call 911, tell them where I am? Please Sarah"

Sarah wouldn't meet Jamies bright blue eyes "I'm sorry, I cant" she turned to head back for the door and Jamie reached out and grasped her arm turning her back towards him "Please Sarah, they're going to kill me you realise this right. I can't fight, the entire crowd out there are against me" He indicated back to the door that still had the sounds of the party coming from behind it.

Just then the door opened and Gary stood in the doorway, "Ready for round 2 kid" he smirked reaching for Jamies arm. Jamie walked towards the door, what was the point in refusing he would still just be forced out the door but he looked back at Sarah as he left.

Sarah turned away from his pleading eyes, she wanted to help him he seemed like a decent guy but her family would kill her.