As promised, here's the next chapter! Thank you all for the reviews, I really appreciate them! And I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving!:-)
Dusting, searching for clues, taking pictures…The same things the team did for a countless number of other crimes was now personal and more important than anything. As much as it teared them up inside not knowing whether their boss was alive or not, they were more and more determined to go through everything piece by piece in order to find him.
"Hey Jo, can I talk to you for a sec?" Danny asked, as she swept up some of the blood on the pavement.
Sticking the cotton swab in the proper container, she nodded and followed him over to an area where no one could hear them. "What's up?"
"Look, I think I know who took him."
Shocked, Jo responded with curiousness in her voice. "Who?"
"Well, right before I got disconnected with Mac, I was about ready to tell him who I thought it was. You know the orange fiber that Lindsay found on Lisa Adam's skirt?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Well, she was able to find a tiny trace of sweat on it. And of course with sweat can come DNA."
"Oh man, you gotta love this job! So did you get a hit in codas?"
Danny nodded. "You'd better believe it. It came back to a Will Harris."
"Harris? You mean he's related to Raymond Harris?"
"Oh yeah. They're brothers."
"Brothers? But Raymond doesn't have any family."
"Or so we thought. It turns out he has a half brother that he had recently found out about before he died."
"Oh my God…Then he knows that Mac was the one who killed Raymond!"
"I know. And he's been in prison for the past year for armed robbery and got released early for good behavior. His record also showed that he got out of prison a week ago, which was around the same time we found Lisa Adams."
"Okay, well we still don't know why he killed Lisa and Matt, but he was defiantly the one who shot at us. And if he's the one that kidnapped Mac, he won't stop at anything to make sure he suffers for killing his brother."
Trying to hold back the tears that formed in his worried eyes, Danny nodded in agreement. "We've got to find him…"
"Mac? Mac don't leave me!"
That voice…Where was it coming from? It sounded familiar…Wait! It was Christine! But where was she? And why was he in a white room?
"Christine? Where are you?"
She suddenly appeared before him, holding out her hand, with a look of love and concern written upon her face. "Mac…Please don't leave me…I love you…"
"Why would I leave you?…Christine? No wait, come back!"
Hopelessly, he stood and watched as Christine disappeared before his eyes, leaving him with feelings of confusion and sadness. Reaching out his hand, he stood there, feeling more helpless by the minute. "Christine…Help me…"
Like a jolt, Mac woke up with sweat pouring down his face. He still had the blindfold on, so he was greeted to darkness once again, making him feel more and more scared by the minute. He then tried to move his hands in different directions, praying that he could manage to get himself free, but after five minutes of trying, he gave up as he felt the blood run from his wrists down his arms.
His attention was soon turned to the sound of the door opening once again, the footsteps becoming louder with each step.
"Enjoying your time alone, Detective?"
"Yeah sure why not? I've always wanted to spend time in a place like this," Mac answered in a frustrated tone.
With a short laugh, the person responded, soon in an angry tone. "You know, I just love that sarcastic wit of yours, Detective. We'll just see how well you can keep your wit when I get through with you."
"Do whatever you want, but you're not going to get away with this," Mac responded with certainty.
"That's what you think."
As he listened to his last words, Mac was suddenly surprised with a sharp needle being jabbed in his upper arm. Awareness soon turned into grogginess as everything became disoriented. As he began to lose consciousness, he managed to say a quick prayer, hoping that his friends would soon find him and fast…
One step…Two step…Three…With each step Jo took, it felt like a mile as she slowly walked down the hall towards Christine's apartment. As she got closer to it, she thought back to when she told Christine what had happened to Mac when he got shot. The worry, the sadness, and the tears that filled her eyes after she told her was something that she was never going to forget. And now here she was, getting ready to tell her that something had happened to the man she loves again, only this time not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
Noticing she was now standing in front of Christine's apartment, she hesitated as her hand poised above her door, ready to knock. Taking a deep breath, she managed to find the courage, but just as she was getting ready to knock, she was surprised by the door being open and being greeted by a surprised, but happy Christine.
"Jo! Hey, what are you doing here?"
Startled, Jo stumbled upon her words, trying to find the right thing to say. "Uh, do you have a minute?"
"Sure. I was just getting ready to go to work, but I have a few minutes to spare. Come on in," she answered, showing Jo inside.
"Thanks," Jo answered, walking inside.
"So, what brings you by?" Christine asked, shutting the door behind her.
Not sure how to bring up what happened, Jo just simply stared at her. Christine's smile soon turned into a look of worry, making her slowly sit in the chair that was beside her.
"What? Oh God, it's Mac isn't it? Something happened didn't it?"
Kneeling down in front of her and taking hold of her hand, Jo looked at her and nodded. "Yes. Mac was in a car accident and…he's missing. We think he's been kidnapped by whoever caused him to get into the accident."
Without saying a word, tears started flowing freely down Christine's face as she tried to find the words to say. "Oh God…Well you're going to find him right? Please tell me you're going to find him! We have to find him!"
With her last words, she then collapsed into Jo's arms, sobbing and screaming in agony. Soon, Jo felt the tears fall down her own face as she tried to keep her composure As she held on to Christine, she knew that she was going to stop at nothing to find him. They weren't going to lose him, not now and this way.
"We're going to find him," she said, as she held her. "I promise you, we will find him…"