"What'll help?" Bonnano asked from the office, looking up at Eliot.

The hitter turned to face Hardison. "Latimer's men," he declared, knowing it was all he had to say for the hacker, who had heard the conversation to start a search.

Hardison didn't nod, he just let his fingers dance frantically but purposefully across the keys.

"It'll take a few," the hacker declared as a knock came on Bonnano's office door. All eye's flicked over as a uniformed cop opened the door ajar.

"Um, Captain, there's someone here to see you," he mumbled as a tall figure pushed the door wide open. Shelley strode in proudly.

Eliot stood up and shook his hand. "Thanks for coming."

"No problem," he replied, then nodded at the rest of the room's occupants. Bonnano shot him a brief nod while Parker screwed up her face in confusion.

"Why'd you call him?" Parker asked; she seemed betrayed.

"Backup Parker," Eliot replied bluntly and still confused, Parker shrugged.

"So what's the plan?" Shelley asked, crossing his arms in that patented hitter fashion.

Eliot stood up in anticipation to leave. "Remember Bosnia?"

"Yes, I remember Bosnia. We had very little to go on in Bosnia," Shelly replied.

Eliot shrugged. "Exactly," he acknowledged then turned to Hardison. "Let me know when you get an address," he stated and began to leave.

"I want to come!" Kyle declared, standing up with adamant resolve, despite the fact that he was still obviously shaken.

His father looked at him in surprise and Eliot shifted his weight between his legs before going and sitting down in front of the boy.

"Kyle," he began softly, flicking his eyes at the couch, asking him to sit back down. The teenager did so slowly. "You've done a good job and because of you, we're going to get Abigail back. But right now, you need to be here and let us," he looked up at Shelley and Parker, "do our jobs. This is what we do, okay?"

"But I can help," he pleaded, his right leg bouncing nervously "I'm the only one that's been there. I should be able to help recognise the place."

Eliot shook his head. "Tell you what? We need your help recognising the place, Hardison'll set up a video feed so you can help. But the best thing you can do for Abigail, is wait here and keep safe," the hitter spoke as calmly and reassuringly as he could.

"No!" he yelled adamantly as his body grew rigid.

"Kyle," his father scalded. "Let them do their jobs."

"No," he protested again. "I have to help."

The detective shifted in his seat and shot a brief look at the team. Hardison took the hint quickly and ushered a quite confused Parker out the door. Shelley strode out behind them as did Eliot but Bonnano nodded at him to stay.

"Kyle?" Bonnano prompted.

"I, I was stupid and I have to make it right, okay, I have to, I have to."

"And you will," Bonnano reassured and nodded at Eliot to continue. Eliot nodded at him back and, with arms crossed, strode out the door to meet the others, only out of the corner of his eye catching the small 'thankyou' which was mouthed by the Captain.

"Keep me updated Hardison," Eliot declared.

"Got it" Hardison acknowledged as he made his way back into the detective's office. The other three sped towards the exit leaving a still shaken Kyle, a concerned Bonnano and highly motivated Hardison allowed surrounded by a building full of cops.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

She'd done her best to keep track of the time. She wasn't sure, but she was guessing she'd been sitting alone for about four hours.

She was bored, hungry, her body was more or less calm and she waited patiently for something to happen. But the more time that passed, the more nervous she got for surely they were approaching seven pm soon.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXX

"You got anything Hardison?"

"Narrowed it down further to two areas," the hacker declared. "East of East Cambridge and the Inner Belt."

"East Cambridge, Hardison?" Eliot asked, sarcastically and frustratedly. "Really?"

"What?"

"You think they're gonna hold a coupla hostages in a district surrounded by college students?"

Back in Bonnano's office, Hardison shut his mouth and shrugged his shoulders in shame and embarrassment. He should have caught that. It would have saved them precious time. "Okay, so that leaves the Inner Belt."

"We're pulling up now," Eliot replied as the force from Parker's sharp turn pushing him into the passenger side door.

Parker swerved into a near, but barely big enough parking space in the centre of the district so they could work their way in the quickest amount of time to wherever they needed to go.

Eliot stepped out of the car quickly, ignoring the confused and condescending stares of the passers bay and quickly scanned the buildings. Looking for anything out of the ordinary and anything that could help him identify the building.

First, he used the information that Kyle had given him; he looked for houses and buildings with solid foundations first; those that would not be able to house a basement. Those one's were ruled out.

Then he ruled out the ones with company names on them; for something like this, they'd want something plain, quick and not easily traceable.

Next ruled out where the ones with people walking freely in and out; they wouldn't risk that.

That ruled out every building on this street.

"Just like Bosnia?" Shelley asked, having come to the same conclusion as Eliot.

"Just like Bosnia," he confirmed and fished an earbud out of his pocket and handed it to the younger man.

"You find anything-"

"I will hit you up," he agreed and jogged off east.

"Parker, you're with me," he declared then jolted off at full speed in the opposite direction with Parker following in tow.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Thanks for your still awesome reviews guys.

And I have a tumblr now! alyricaldreamer is my username. Blog name adoxography. If you're on there, hit me up.

Oh, and your suggestions from a week or so ago have definitely been taken under advisement

=) A Lyrical Dreamer