Author's Note: Day 3 is...Bridge!

The click of a gun behind Bride caused the green ranger to freeze. Ironically, his hands were already up, his morpher in his right hand. "Uh…hello," he said uncertainly.

"Give me your morpher," a rough voice said from behind.

"Oh, I won't morph. Don't worry. I'd have to be stupid to try morphing right-" The gun jabbed his head; the cold metal of the barrel making him jump. Taking the clue, Bridge lowered his hand and twisted his arm around to hand it back. The morpher disappeared and he brought his hand back up by his head. "Ok, so…what now?"

"Tie his hands."

Despite someone pulling his arms back and zip-tying his hand together, Bridge was relieved the next words weren't "shoot him". A blindfold was tied around his eyes. "Hmm, zip-ties and blindfolds. You know, Cruger was right when he said you guys were professionals."

"Walk."

"And be quiet," another voice added. "Or we'll gag you."

Bridge clenched his teeth, a reminder to himself to stay quiet, as the gun jabbed him between his shoulder blades. Walking while restrained and without being able to see was disorienting. A hand appeared on the back of his neck to steer him left or right. He kept a mental map of where they were going, in case he managed to break free and needed to find his way out later. 'Left, right, left, left, right.' They stopped for a few seances, then he was shoved forward. Bridge stumbled, but managed to stay standing. The hand reappeared, along with the gun at his back. The ground suddenly moved downward. 'Elevator. Ok, so, Left, right, left, left, right, elevator. Sky would be so proud of me.'

The elevator stopped and he was shoved forward again. This time they only made a few turns before Bridge was shoved forward again. This time he was shoved so hard that he fell onto his knees.

"We found this SPD cadet snooping on the third floor," one of the voices said.

'Oh man, Sky is going to be so jealous when he finds out Jack assigned me to the building their hideout was in.' A hand grabbed Bridge by an arm and dragged him forward a few feet. "Hey, you could've just said to move."

"What did I say about talking?"

Before Bridge could react, pain exploded against the back of his skull. He cried out, nearly doubling-over. 'Ok, no talking,' he thought. 'Just…stay quiet.'

"Boss, SPD has found our hideout," a third voice said. "I say we kill him and bail out."

"No. I've got a…better idea," a new, fourth voice, presumably Boss, said.

Bridge focused on breathing through the pain still radiating in his skull, so he didn't hear what Boss told his underlings. However, he did hear a door close. Footsteps walked around him, then the barrel of a gun bumped his temple.

"Just so you know where it is," Boss said.

'How helpful of him.' Bridge internally sighed. He settled back on his heels, waiting to see what would happen. 'I wonder if Boss has my morpher. Hopefully, because I don't want to have to chase down his goons to get it back.' Speaking of which…he needed an escape plan. Bridge subtly tested the zip-ties around his wrists. Vaguely, he remembered Sky teaching him how to get out of these in a pinch, but all the scenarios he'd given Bridge hadn't included a gun pointed right at his head. 'I wish I could just pass through stuff like Jack. Some people have all the luck.'

Time passed excruciatingly slow for Bridge. His legs began to hurt, causing him to shift. When he did though, the gun nudged his temple again.

"Don't move," Boss warned him.

Bridge rolled his eyes, glad the blindfold hid the gesture from his captor. The Boss' phone rang, and Bridge's ears perked up. Unfortunately, the only things he could hear on his end were grunts and Boss approving of whatever his goons had gone off to do. 'Well that wasn't- ah!' A hand grabbed his hair and Bridge had to grit his teeth to avoid crying out.

"I'm going to call SPD to report a kidnapping," Boss said nonchalantly. "And you're going to stay quiet less I say otherwise."

'He could at least let go…' Bridge thought sadly. He resisted the urge to squirm or pull away from Boss.

"Bride!" Jack's voice came through clear on the green ranger's morpher. "Where are you?! You were supposed to report back-"

"I suppose this is one of the SPD rangers?" Boss asked.

There was a short pause. In his mind, Bridge could perfectly see Jack's face slipping easily from annoyed to serious.

"Who is this?" Jack asked.

"I'm just a concerned citizen. Reporting two crimes."

"What crimes? Where is Bridge? Why do you have his morpher?"

"A little boy has been kidnapped from Jackson Park about…ten minutes ago? I have good intel that he'll be held at an abandoned school 15 minutes from there."

Jack let out a huff. "And let me guess, you arranged this kidnapping?"

"I'm just reporting like a good citizen."

"…You said there was two crimes. What's the other one?"

"Oh, yes. Well, unfortunately, it seems an SPD ranger has also been kidnapped."

"So you have Bridge. Where is he? Is he ok?"

"I'm also afraid that I have one last crime to report. There's going to be a murder."

Bridge's breath caught in his throat. A small noise escaped through his clenched teeth and Boss gave his scalp a warning squeeze.

"Who is going to be murdered?" Jack's voice was uncharacteristically tense.

"Which ever one you don't save. You have one hour."

"Wait! You didn't even tell us-"

Bridge's heart pounded against his chest. Finally, Boss let go of his hair, but the gun was quickly placed against his temple again. 'Ok, ok. One hour. Jackson Park is on the other side of the city, but they can get there fast. Then free the poor boy. And figure out where I am. And then get here before the hour is up…' Bridge mentally shook off the dread. 'They can split up the team. It won't be difficult. I just have to be patient.' Unfortunately, patience wasn't easy when he couldn't move from his spot. So, he tried to occupy his mind.

First, Bridge thought about everything that he had to do when he got back to the base. Like clean his side of the room, so Sky would stop bugging him about it. And runs one training drills with Syd and Zee. And probably have to sit through the longest debrief because of this whole situation. After going over all of that, Bridge started reciting SPD regulations in his head. He hadn't exactly memorized them, like Sky, but he knew most of them by heart. Or at least…the gist of it. Thankfully, once he was done, the pain in his legs had stopped.

'Except now they're numb,' Bridge thought in frustration. 'If I try to stand now, I'll just fall flat on my face. Which means I can't run.' Not to mention how embarrassing it would be to fall like that in front of Boss and his teammates. 'Syd will never let me forget it. I hope Jack sent her after the boy.' He rolled his shoulders a little bit, suddenly aware of the dull pain building in them. 'Humans were not meant to bend like this! Except contortionists. And acrobats. And people with flexible joints. But I'm not any of those people!' He briefly considered that maybe the team would benefit from acrobat training. 'I doubt Jack would go for it though. He doesn't strike me as a cartwheel kind of guy.'

A beeping sound made Bridge jump. The gun jammed against his temple, jarring against his already pounding head.

"What's going on?" Boss asked.

Bridge's heart rate picked up and he barely dared to breathe.

"They found the boy? Good. How many were there? All of them? Excellent. Nah, there's only 15 minutes left on the deadline. I like to be a man of my word. I'll give them those 15 minutes before I kill this one. We'll rendezvous at Pier Point."

Nausea hit Bridge at Boss's words. His chest tightened as anxiety started seeping through his brain. 'Wait…15 minutes. It- It hasn't been that long, has it?' The team must've been having a harder time finding him than he'd anticipated. 'It'll be ok. Everything will be fine. Jack always likes to leave things to the last minute. Like his reports. Commander Cruger is always getting on him about that. They'll be here.' Though, Bridge wished Jack wouldn't procrastinate when it came to his life.

With this new benchmark, Bridge was more frustrated than ever at his lack of ability to tell how much time had passed. 5 minutes? 2? 10? The frustration kept building, pushing his anxiety higher and higher. His heart pounded faster and the tightening his chest kept pushing against his lungs. Instinctively, the urge to ease this feeling by rocking hit Bridge. As soon as his muscles moved his body though, he fought it. Bridge focused on keeping himself still, not wanting to get killed right when he was so close to rescue.

"Looks like there's five minutes left, SPD ranger," Boss said casually. "Should we start taking bets on whether your team will show?"

A fine tremor shook Bridge's hands. They were sweating and uncomfortable under his gloves. Bridge desperately wished he could take them off. He suddenly became aware of every crease and seam in his uniform. It was like he was wearing clothes made of hay. Tears pricked at the edges of Bridge's eyes, but he couldn't help it. His brain had gone haywire, unable to focus on anything really. To his absolute mortification, a couple of the tears escape his eyes and managed to slip under the blindfold, down his cheek.

Boss laughed. "Scared, ranger? Hm? You can answer, I'm curious. Are the infamous SPD B-Squad as fearless as everyone thinks?"

Ironically, despite being given permission to answer, Bridge found he couldn't. There was too much going on for his brain to allow speech. The only thing he could do was cry and try not to rock as his heart pounded in his chest. Like it was ticking down each second he had left. However, a click suddenly cut through his chaotic panic.

"Time's up, ranger."

Bridge's breath caught in his throat, choking him. 'Time's…up?' No, no that couldn't have been right. 'They- They should be here. They have to be here. The team would never… They wouldn't… They…' His ears desperately searched for the sound of pounding boots or a fight. Any indication that his team was right outside the door, ready to save him. But all he heard was his own frantic breathing. 'They… They're not…coming…' The tremors overtook his whole body as despair flooded him.

"Ready to say good-bye?"

Boss readjusted the gun so it was flush against Bridge's temple. The green ranger swallowed, closing his eyes as more tears escaped the confines of his blindfold. He'd much rather die looking at the back of his eyelids than that stupid thing. The tremors kept shaking his body as he he tried to breathe. Desperate to have one last thing to control, Bridge stopped. He held his breath, awaiting the inevitable. The bang. Sharp, fiery pain.

Time was up. The team wasn't coming.