Lost & Found

One

This case was really starting to bother him.

He had been working it for what felt like months but nothing was coming out of it. He had already fought off Major Crimes a dozen times already, certain he'd be able to find the person responsible for one of the biggest cocaine and heroin stash in New York. He had brought in what seemed like hundreds of people from the streets, asking them about the guy, many of them let slip that this guy was their supplier but according to all of them it was never the guy in charge of this actually dealing out the supply, it was one of his buddies. A week ago he managed to catch one of the men responsible for the dealing out, but he refused to say the name of the person he was working for or anyone else on his team.

It was at this point that he was considering giving up.

That was until his CI gave him the best news he had heard all week.

"The guy's apparently gonna show his face tonight. I can't guarantee that he will but it's gonna be a huge bust either way with what could be a good ten kilos of the stuff." His CI had told him earlier that morning over the phone when he had first arrived at work.

Jake grinned. "Thanks, George, that was really helpful." He said as he wrote down the address of the building he was told the deal was taking place inside before hanging up the phone.

This got the attention of Charles, who was sat on the chair beside his friend's desk. "George? As in your CI George?"

The younger detective nods happily. "Yeah, he's told me there's a deal going on with my John Doe drug case, could be up to ten kilos of cocaine and heroin."

Charles takes a small double-take to the notepad sat in front of Jake. He recognizes the building and furrows his eyebrows, looking back up to his friend. "The abandoned warehouse? There are so many deals done there every day, how do you know it's the right one?"

Jake raises one eyebrow, tilting his head to one side. "C'mon, when has George ever been wrong? I've had him three years and he hasn't got a detail mixed up."

Sure thing, when the bust time rolled around, Jake and the assembled squad team approached the warehouse and the same guy from the week before was there, standing beside a much older man.

However, when squat stormed the warehouse, the deal hadn't taken place yet but they managed to catch everyone involved. Apart from the leader, who had sprinted off when the raid had begun.

Jake, on the other hand, had anticipated this and had gone to the back exit to catch him as he left the building, leaving the squad to take the rest of the warehouse.

The thing he didn't anticipate was the fact that the older man would have thought of this too, and not exit through the back door.

As Jake saw the older man sprint down the alley on the opposite side of the building, he curses under his breath. "Crap." He mumbles, taking off after the man. "We got a runner!" He calls out as loud as he can as he chases him down the alley.

When he reaches the main street again, the coast is clear, nobody in sight. He looks around for a moment, lowering himself down instinctively before feeling the cold metal hit place against the back of his head.

"Put it down." The voice from behind instructs him quietly, him whispering it closely to the detective's ear.

Jake slowly raises his hands before putting the safety lock on the gun and throwing it to the concrete floor.

The guy takes the radio and badge from Jake's vest and throws them down with the gun, stamping on the radio with enough force it shatters under his foot.

Back at the warehouse, Terry looks around curiously. "Where's Jake? He should be back by now." He sighs.

Rosa shrugs. "Maybe the guy took off."

The lieutenant looks to his radio and sighs. "He would have called fit in if he did but Jake was right next to the door, there's no way he could have got out and been able to run."

They finished getting everyone into the patrol and squad cars before sending them off back to the precinct. As they turned back to the warehouse, Terry takes the back route, walking up to the door Jake was standing guard by.

"He's not here," the lieutenant says slowly, looking around with his eyebrows furrowed, "And the door is still shut, where is he?"

Rosa's eyes trail across the small alleyway before noticing an open door on the other side of the building. "The guy must have gotten out over there and ran down the alley."

They take-off, jogging down the alley before stopping at the opening into the main road.

"Dead end, they could have gone anywhere." Rosa sighs, looking to the left and down the empty street.

That's when Terry speaks up from just off to the other side. "Diaz," he begins, gaining the detective's gaze, "It's Jake's badge."

Rosa furrows her eyebrows. "What?" She asks, approaching where the taller man was standing before looking down to see the detective badge staring back up at them. Then she sees the scattered pieces of plastic nearby. "And that must have been his radio too."

Terry looks up with wide eyes. "You think the suspect has him?"

Rosa nods. "He wouldn't just throw his stuff on the floor and take off again."

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"You're not gonna get away with this," Jake says, staring to the guy sat in front of him in the car, "My entire team knows I was going after you, they're gonna realize eventually that I'm not there anymore."

The guy nods, turning to the backseat subtly to face the detective. "Oh yes I am, and do you know why?"

Jake shrugs his shoulders. "How?"

He turns to the driver beside him. "Chocar el auto."

The detective furrows his eyebrows. "Some sort of secret language, huh? That's funny because I can speak Spanish, I learned for my wife... wait, why are you telling him to crash the car?!" Jake asks, sitting forward in his seat.

The guy just smiles. "You'll see," he says before facing the driver again, "Hazlo ahora."

Jake squints his eyes, trying to look out the front windscreen to see where they were but the darkness outside restricted his view. Then everything went to black.