Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

Henninger's phone,” Sears suggested logically.
    Except Henninger didn't have a landline.
    "I'm going down to the garage and then up to the front of the building, okay? I'll be back,” Ross declared, and he was out the door.
    Zane nodded and pushed himself out of the chair to grab one of the personnel files. “Christ. There's got to be some way to find this asshole,” he muttered.
    * * * *
    Special Agent Gary Ross hadn't gone far into the darkened parking deck when he stumbled over something on the ground as he jogged with his phone held out in front of him, and he almost went sprawling. He righted himself and turned to look, cursing creatively when he realized that it was a man on the ground. He knelt beside him and felt his pulse.
    "Fuck,” he hissed, recognizing Henninger's dark, curly hair, now matted down with blood. “Tim?” he murmured as the man groaned. “Why the hell don't you have a fucking phone?” he asked in annoyance as he began to gather the man off the ground. He glanced toward the exit signs attached to the ceilings of the parking deck, knowing that just a few more steps would give him a signal, but he needed to get Henninger inside and safe before he could go call for help.
    "Phone?” Henninger mumbled weakly as he stirred.
    "Come on,” Ross grunted, hefting Henninger up and dragging him back toward the elevators.
    Sears was pacing and Zane would have been as well had he been able to walk, waiting for Ross to return. “How do we find him?” Zane muttered from where he leaned awkwardly to one side, trying to keep the pressure off his broken ribs. “We need another murder, another city he lived in. Some dots to connect."
    "He's got to slip up sometime, especially since we know what to look for now,” Sears assured. “The net's closing on him."
    "Which only makes him more dangerous,” Zane gritted out through the pain.
    A thump on the door interrupted them. Zane glanced to Sears, who pulled her gun out from under her jacket and nodded toward the door. She carefully walked to the side of the door until she was right up against it before looking through the peephole. “Shit!” she yelled, throwing the door open.
    Ross was panting as Henninger tried and failed to stand. They staggered through the door together. Ross dumped the man on the couch with a gasp, and Sears kicked the door closed as she rushed to help them.
    "What happened?” she demanded as she knelt next to Henninger on the couch, trying to check the head wound.
    "We got jumped,” Henninger croaked in answer as he winced away from her touch. It looked as if someone had hit him in the side of the head with something nice and blunt. There was enough blood that it had caked down the side of his face, and it would probably hurt like hell, but he was in no mortal danger. “I saw him take Grady down with a cloth or something and then the lights went out. There must have been two of them."
    "Cloth?” Zane breathed. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly. “Chloroform,” he groaned. They had been right about that aspect, anyway. “Henninger,” he said thickly. “We need to call the Bureau."
    "What?” Henninger asked dazedly.
    "He's so out of it, he won't have a clue what you're talking about,” Ross muttered, walking over to the window to peer out as if someone might be out there now, looking guilty. Sears sniffed and went to the kitchen for ice.
    "Focus, Henninger,” Zane tried desperately, not even able to think about Ty being at the hands of this monster.
    "Okay,” Henninger mumbled as he sat up and held his head, squinting at them all. He seemed to be having difficulty comprehending the urgency of a phone. Their need was even more urgent now; they needed every unit in the city on the lookout for Ty and his captor.
    "We need to call out. How the hell do you get any of your messages?” Ross asked him testily as he jabbed at his phone again.
    Henninger swallowed and rubbed at his ribs gingerly as he looked up at the other agent. “I turn off the signal blocker on the window,” he answered flatly.
    Ross turned to him, confusion flitting over his features, and Sears stepped back into the room to look at them oddly. Henninger shrugged apologetically to them both before pulling a silenced gun from under his jacket. With two quick, quiet pops the gun sent both agents to the hardwood floor. He stood quickly and turned to Zane, who'd only had time to scramble out of the chair and get a few steps away.
    "You son of a bitch,”