A/N: I'm not sure if you could tell by some of the dialogue from the boys' argument, but there are lines throughout this story that I took from various episodes throughout the series :)
Chapter 2 - Taken
The next morning, William got up before the sun so he could gather the supplies he was going to need. He started whistling as he checked the basement again, making sure the door was nice and sturdy and the locks worked. Once everything was good to go, he got in his old van and drove off. He had been watching his prey for a few weeks, familiarizing himself with their schedules, figuring out where and when he would strike. When he realized that they have a family dinner at that traitor's house every Sunday, he knew that he would have to make his move the next day…he wanted the worst day of Frank's life to happen after a nice family gathering after church. It would make the pain and misery hurt even more, which is what William wanted. After a bit of a drive, he had gotten into town and then to his destination. He grabbed a syringe out of his bag that he had on the passenger seat, got out of the van, and went to a hiding spot so he could wait for his target…
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Jamie had gotten up a little bit earlier than normal; he wasn't able to sleep well. When he came home last night, he had put the leftovers in his fridge…he guess he really did lose his appetite. He watched some tv, but nothing seemed good so he decided to go to bed early. He felt bad for bringing up their argument during dinner, but sometimes Danny just made him so frustrated, always treating him like a kid…and it didn't help when he still called him kid as well. He knew how to do his job and he was damn good at it too and if Danny didn't want to see that, then Jamie would be more out spoken about it. He was tired of being treated like the baby while it seemed like Danny was able to do whatever he wanted.
That's what was going through his head while he went on his run. Since he had gotten up so early and needed to clear his mind, he figured running would be the perfect thing to kill some time. When he got done, he went back to his apartment to take a shower and get ready for work. He grabbed his bag, cell phone, and keys and went out the door. He had thought about grabbing something quick for breakfast but decided to just wait till he got to the Precinct; he would have food there or go out and get breakfast while patrolling. Jamie had exited out of his building to head to his car when suddenly he was grabbed from behind. A beefy hand was clamped onto his mouth, muffling his screams. He dropped his bag and indistinctly brought both of his hands up towards the one that was on his face. His eyes flew wide open when he felt a tiny prick in his neck as a syringe started injecting him with some liquid substance. He was trying to force his eyelids to stay open but he eventually lost the battle and before he knew it, everything went dark.
William smiled, happy that the first part of his plan had worked. He took the syringe out of the young cop's neck and carefully put it in his back pocket before dragging him to where he had parked his van. Once he had him inside, he went back to where he had grabbed his prisoner and picked up the bag Jamie dropped, making sure he left nothing behind, and brought it to the van. Then he went to his own bag in the passenger seat and put the syringe away and took out a role of duct tape, wrapping some around the officer's ankles and wrists and putting a piece over his mouth. When that was done, he searched through the man's pockets and found his phone, unlocking it with Jamie's fingerprint. He opened the camera, took a picture, and sent a quick couple of texts before turning the phone off. Then he threw it inside, closed the back doors, got behind the wheel and headed off to his next location, whistling to himself the whole time.
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Danny and Maria were sitting at their desks, finishing up the paperwork they had to do on their robbery case. The one suspect who got shot had been released from the hospital earlier that morning and was now sitting in a cell like his buddy, a cast on his leg. Neither one would confess until the detectives searched their apartment and found evidence of the other robberies. They were impatiently waiting for Jamie and his partner's reports to come in that morning so that they could finish the statements that the prosecutors would need to finish the case on the two suspects. Maria could tell something was off with her partner, with the mood he was in. She figured it had something to do with his brother; she knew he wasn't happy about them taking over the arrest like they did. "Hey, is everything okay?" she finally asked him after a few minutes of silence.
Danny looked up at her and sighed. "Yeah, it's just…it's Jamie. We got into it at family dinner yesterday and then he left early. I haven't spoken to him since and I'm not sure what to say or when I should talk to him…do I wait for him to speak up first? I don't know…he just drives me insane sometimes," he confessed.
"Well put yourself in his shoes…wouldn't you be upset if he took over a call that you responded to?" she asked him, trying to be helpful.
"Yeah, I guess. He just doesn't get it…he's only been on the job for a few years. Maybe if he ever ranks up or becomes detective he'll understand." He went back to his computer, indicating the end of the conversation, with Maria just shaking her head and going back to her work as well. He stopped what he was doing when his phone pinged, letting him know he had a text message. He grabbed it from his desk and looked at the sender. "Speak of the devil," he said to himself.
He opened the text and furrowed his brows. "Don't say anything to anyone…follow my instructions or else," it read. Another text popped up, which made Danny's heart sink and a fear he didn't know he'd ever experience come forward. He felt his rage starting to grow the longer he looked at the picture that was sent; his kid brother, his annoying 'follows by the rules' baby brother, was unconscious, tied up, and gagged. He made sure all of the emotions he was feeling weren't being shown…he didn't want to make anybody suspicious and ask questions. A third message popped up with an address, telling Danny to be there in 20 minutes, alone, unarmed and with no cell phone. If he didn't do what he was told, the mysterious texter would kill his brother.
Danny put his phone down and looked around, noticing that no one was paying attention to him. He quickly Googled the address on his computer and saw that it wasn't too far from his Precinct; no wonder the guy only gave him 20 minutes. He stood up and grabbed his jacket, putting it on and sticking his phone in his pocket. "I'll be back, I have something I need to do," he told his partner. Maria couldn't even ask what was up before he quickly dashed away. She just shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, going back to what she was doing. She'll just ask him about it later.
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Danny arrived at the location he was told to go to, which was an old house with an alley next to it. He stayed in his car for a bit, since he was early. He tried looking around but couldn't see anything in the house or around the corner into the dark alley. When it was nearly time to get out, Danny took out his gun and his phone, making sure to leave it on in case they needed to track his location, and put them both in the glove box. He slowly got out and locked his car behind him, coming up slowly towards the house. Something was telling him that he should go down the alley, so he went towards it instead. "Hello?" he said, not too loudly but loud enough for someone nearby to hear him. When he didn't get an answer, he looked around before continuing towards the alleyway. Once he was at the entrance, he saw an old van was parked further down. "What the hell do you want?" Danny yelled out, again not receiving an answer. He was growing more and more agitated; he was tired of playing games. Who was this person and where was his brother?! He took a deep breath and slowly let it out, trying to calm himself, before getting closer to the van. Once he got to the front, he peaked through the driver's side window and was disappointed when he saw nothing…nothing except a duffle bag on the passenger side. But before Danny could do anything, a hand went over his mouth and a syringe got plunged into his neck, injecting him with the same drug as Jamie. Danny struggled with his assailant, but to no avail. The drug quickly went through his bloodstream and pretty soon he was out like a light.
William smiled again…his plan was going off without a hitch. He dragged the detective to the back, opened the doors, and laid him next to his brother. Not bothering to tie him up like he did his other prisoner, William closed the back doors before getting in the driver's seat and heading back home. 'This is just perfect,' he thought, starting to whistle again. 'Too bad I won't be able to see the look on Reagan's face when he finds out both of his precious boys are missing. Oh well, I'll be able to see it later.' He started smiling and then laughing when he thought about what Frank will be going through soon…and for the rest of his life, once he finds out that he'll never see his sons again.