Lucy wasn't sure what day it was. Hell, she wasn't sure where she was. The last thing she remembered clearly was seeing Tim getting ambushed and her getting tased. Everything after that was kind of a blur.

A door opened in front of her and Antonov walked in, carrying something. "Eat," he ordered, dropping the parcel in front of her.

"Go to hell," Lucy snapped, spitting in Antonov's face.

"Such defiance," Antonov replied, adding on a backhand to Lucy's face. "Next time, I will break your arm."

Antonov left the room and locked the door behind him, leaving Lucy alone with her thoughts. At first, she thought of Tim, then of everyone else at the station. Eventually, she let the hunger she felt take over and she devoured what Antonov left behind: A granola bar and a bottle of water.

8am

Tim never left the parking garage last night. After bawling his eyes out, he passed out, slumped over the front seat. He only woke when someone knocked on his window. As fate would have it, that person was Nyla Harper.

"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty!" Harper knocked on Tim's window until he eventually woke up, grunting and groaning, his eyes still puffy from the night before.

Tim grumbled intelligibly and rubbed his eyes, opening the driver-side door.

"You look like shit, Bradford," Harper observed.

"Gee, thanks," Tim growled.

"Did you go home last night?"

"Nope. I guess I passed out in my truck." Tim rubbed his eyes, which were still puffy from last night.

Harper couldn't believe what she was seeing. "Wait - Have you been crying?"

"Yeah, I have. I also talked to the Chaplain. Any new leads?"

"We're narrowing down the search grid. We've got it knocked down to about three blocks."

"Great. At this point, we'll have him pegged by the time he blows the bomb."

"We'll get to her before that happens. You gotta have faith, Tim."

10am

Lucy stood stoically in the middle of the small room that she was being held in. She had her mind made up already. As soon as Antonov opened the door again, she was going to rush him and make a break for it. The door creaked. 'This is it,' she thought. 'All or nothing.'

The door opened and Antonov walked in. Lucy rushed him, temporarily taking him by surprise. The larger Antonov quickly subdued her and trapped her arm.

"I warned you," he growled. He snapped Lucy's arm just below her elbow, smiling when she cried out in pain. "Next time, I take your life."

Antonov rose back to his feet, kicked Lucy, and left the room, locking the door behind him. Lucy passed out from the pain shortly after.

"Hey, Lucy," a voice said. "Wake up."

"Huh?" Lucy stirred at the sound of the voice. "Who's there?"

"You mean you don't remember my voice? I am hurt."

Lucy turned to the source of the voice and her eyes widened. "Jackson? That's impossible. You're dead."

The spirit, or vision, of Jackson seemed to huff. "Don't remind me. I'm just a trauma-induced vision for you."

"How?"

"I don't know. It's your vision. How's your arm?"

"Broken. Bastard snapped it clean. Jackson, what if they don't find me?"

"They will. Do you know who's leading the search?"

Lucy shrugged. "Tim, if I know him. He's probably tearing the city apart looking for me."

"So y'all finally got together, huh?"

"I... Wait, what do you mean finally?"

"Oh, please, girl. We all knew. Angela and I were betting that you two would hook up at the wedding. I guess we know who won."

"Neither of you, actually." Lucy kept talking to the spirit of Jackson until she passed out again from the pain.

1pm

Tim managed to slip away from the madness of the station and attempted to eat something. He was halfway through his burger when his phone started ringing. 'Not now,' he thought. He checked the Caller I.D. before answering. Thankfully, it was only Sergeant Grey.

"Yes, Sir?"

"I thought you might like to know, we got a location on Antonov."

Tim bolted up from his chair, knocking over the small table, along with the other half of his burger. Pausing only to clean up the mess, he told Grey, "I'll be at the station in five minutes."

"Sounds good. I'll brief you when you get here."

1:15pm

The roll call room was full to burst. Between Metro, SWAT, and patrol, the amount of officers and firepower in the room numbered high enough to take Panama.

"Listen up!" Tim ordered the room. "Vasily Antonov! Wanted in connection to Officer Thorsen's murder and the abduction of Officer Chen. He claims to have a bomb attached to Officer Chen, set to detonate today at 1600 hours. Bomb Squad and airship are going to meet us on sight with fire and EMS. The brass would prefer that Antonov be taken alive, but if you witness a hostile act, don't hesitate to put him down. Let's get after him. Nolan, you're riding with me."

The room began to empty, and Tim and Nolan made their way to get their war bags. Tim requested an M-4 Carbine rifle and began inspecting it. Satisfied with the rifle, he slung it over his shoulder and grabbed two spare magazines before joining Nolan at the shop.

"You feeling okay, Tim?" Nolan asked.

"Just fucking peachy," Tim snapped, maybe a little harsher than he'd intended.

"We're all worried, Tim." Nolan placed a comforting hand on Tim's shoulder. "We'll get her back."

"I know you're worried." Tim loaded a magazine into the M-4 and chambered a round. "But it's different for some of us."

Tim got into the shop and started the engine, leaving Nolan to wonder what he meant.

2pm

Antonov made his way back to the room where he was holding Lucy, a vest in his hand. He opened the door to find her passed out on the floor where he'd left her hours ago.

"Wake up," he snapped, kicking her leg. When she came to, he motioned to the vest and said, "Put this on. In two hours, I get my money and you die."

"You sick fuck," Lucy managed. "I'm not putting that on. I don't know what your prob-"

Lucy was cut off by the sound of police sirens approaching at a rapid speed.

"Sukin syn!" Antonov dropped the vest and ran back into the main room of the house, just as the front door was breached. Tim and Nolan were the first through the door, and Antonov took off running. Tim wasn't far behind him, leaving the rest of the team to clear the house. He caught up with Antonov in the back yard, taking him out at the knee. He cuffed Antonov and brought him back into the house.

"Update?" Tim asked one of the strike team.

"House is clear, far as we can tell, Sergeant."

"So no sign of Officer Chen?"

The officer shook his head.

"Dammit!" Tim punched the wall in front of him, narrowly avoiding Antonov. Keying his mic, he said, "Everyone out! She's not here!"

The strike team began filing out when Tim called out, "Nolan! Watch the door."

Nolan, seeing the pure rage in Tim's eyes, didn't bother to question the order.

Antonov was laughing, not even bothering to contain his glee. Tim got so close that his body-cam was only recording a black spot, and dropped his voice so low that only he and Antonov could hear the next words out of his mouth.

"You're gonna tell me where she is, or I'm putting a bullet in your fucking head."

"Now, now. We both know that executing me won't find your missing officer."

Tim pulled his sidearm and put the muzzle directly in Antonov's groin. "I wasn't talking about the head on your shoulders. Where is she?"

Face down in the deep end
Face down every weekend
Face down and I'm bleeding
There's no sound when you're leaving

Before Antonov could answer, he heard a familiar voice, from a distance, but also seemingly close by. "Tim! TIM!"

Tim's eyes went wide. "Nolan, watch him. If he moves, put him down."

Nolan nodded as Tim began to move around the room, toward Lucy's voice. He found the door to the basement and took the stairs three at a time. Lucy was off in the far corner, clutching her arm.

"Lucy!" Tim ran to the corner of the room, careful not to touch her arm. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Lucy assured Tim. "It's just my arm he broke."

Tim nodded and keyed his mic. "Control, 7-Adam-100. Code 4 at my location. Suspect in custody and Officer Chen is secure. Bomb Squad and RA are clear to enter. Officer Chen is in the basement of the house. I'm bringing her up."

We faced all of our demons
We chased all of our dreams and
We don't know where it leads us
We don't care at all

Tim picked Lucy up onto his shoulders and carried her up the stairs in a comfortable silence to the waiting medics. He gently set her on the gurney. He turned back to Nolan and gives him a thumbs-up. The medics wheeled Lucy out while Tim and Nolan escorted Antonov to the shop. With Antonov secured, Nolan turned to Tim.

"So what did you mean earlier?" Nolan asked.

"What did I mean when?" Tim asked in reply.

"When you said, 'It's different for some of us,' you meant something."

Tim sighed and crossed his arms. "Alright. I'll fill you in after we get this piece of shit booked."

I wanna feel happy days, happy days
Happy days, happy days
Walls of isolation inside of my pain
And I don't know if I'm ready to change
I wanna feel happy days, happy days (face down in the deep end)
Happy days, happy days (face down every weekend)
All of this frustration inside of my brain
And I don't know if I'm ready to change
I wanna feel happy days

Reviews are welcome, as always.

The conversation between Lucy and "Ghost of Jackson" will be explained a little ways down the road.