The man Sloan knew as Timmy moved through the shadows of the highrise office building where they were holding Sloan.

He had seen the others drag her back to the room. He had seen his boss inject her with a pink colored liquid that Timmy could only guess at the damages it could cause.

It was then he realized that he owed her. He couldn't help her from the inside,it was too much a risk for both of them. But if somehow he could get out of the building undetected he could get help from the outside.
Help from Sloan's friends.
Help from one of his kind.
The only one who had made it out.

The first stop for the newly aligned team of Ed and Tom was Sloan's apartment.
Or what was left of it.

The police had long since dusted everything for prints but hadn't bothered to clean anything up.
Not that it was their job to do so.
Ed and Tom ducked under the yellow crime scene tape and entered the famliar room.

Ray immeaditely noticed the large bandage across Ed's forehead,"What happened to you?"

Tate smiled grimly,"Someone didn't like the way my office was decorated."

Ray tapped the piece of computer printout in his hand,"Wish I had better news for you on this front but the police finally got the dna results back on the blood that was found on the floor."

Tate couldn't help but glance at the dark stain next to Sloan's sofa,"And?"His voice came out as a strained whisper.

Ray met Tom's gaze,"Its Sloan's."he said softly.

"Damn."Ed whispered as he sank down onto one of the stools near Sloan's kitchen counter. He had been hoping against hope that it had been Sloan's attacker that had been hurt.

Both hands clenching into fists was the only outward reaction Tom gave.
Inside he was reeling.
It was his fault she was hurt.
It was his fault she was in their hands.
Was this his penance for helping the humans?
Was it his destiny not to have a family of his own? To never have someone to love who loved him back?
Tom shook himself as he stalked over to one of Sloan's toppled bookcases. Spying a stuffed animal laying on top of the debris he gently picked up the teddy bear.
Untill he had met Sloan he had never considered the possiblty of having a family.
Now it seemed an impossible dream was within his grasp. He would not let that slip away.
He would not let Sloan slip away.

Ed sprang off of the stool,"There has to be something here that we missed."

Tom placed the bear on the sofa,"They wouldn't have left any clues,but there might be one way I could find out where she is."

Ed nearly tripped over an overturned lamp in his hast to face the FBI agent,"You have a source and didn't tell us?!"

Tom shook his head,"The source is me."

Ray cocked his head to the right as he walked over to them,"You just lost me. Tom,how can you be your own source?"

"Telepathicly."Ed replied remembering the data they had collected on Lynch,"They sometimes have a telepathic link."

Tom shook his head,"Not sometimes,always. It just depends on the situation on how strong the link is. Sometimes when Sloan was nearby I could feel her,could sense her emotions."

"Have you ever tried this 'link' over such a distance?"Ray asked.

"No,but it is theoriticly possible but there is a risk."Tom replied,"If Lewis were to find out I was 'reaching out' to Sloan that bomb in your office this morning would look like a walk on the beach."

"I'll take the risk."Ed stated firmly.

"Me too."Ray added quietly.

Tom nodded,"Alright,lets get started."