MEMORIAL PARK

"Bloody hell!" Rod and Liz exchanged, as they became aware of the situation.

Not wanting to block radio transmissions, they took off in the direction of the street Polly had named.

"That's Davidson, Rod! How the hell did she walk into that one!" Liz yelled at Rod who was running at top speed beside her.

"Damn it, he's not doing this!" Rod increased his speed as he passed Liz.

Polly felt the radio being ripped out of her hand, and the utility belt yanked from her waist, as she was hurriedly pulled to her feet. In an attempt to turn and side kick the man restraining her, she saw Davidson approach her, and felt herself fall to the ground after he struck her forehead.

GEORGE RESIDENCE

Dave and Tony ran out the front door, upon hearing the assistance call.

Taking the car a little too quickly out on to the main street, Tony put his foot to the floor.

"Tony, let's move. Head for Nelfield Street," Dave commanded hysterically.

"What the hell do you think I'm doing? Just try to relax a little, Dave. We'll get to her." Tone wasn't sure he believed what he was saying, but knew that's what Dave needed to hear.

NELFIELD STREET - A SHORT TIME LATER

Liz and Rod got to Nelfield Street and begun pulling people aside, asking if they saw a policewoman with blonde hair. Approaching a young woman coming out a shop, they too asked her.

"About five minutes ago, she was walking very fast, down that way," the woman informed them, as they continued their pursuit.

"Rod, it was an alley!" Liz called to him.

"I know, where the hell are uniform!" Rod turned back to her, as he grabbed the radio out of his pocket.

"Sierra Oscar from Skase, where the hell are uniform?! We need more people on foot out here! There are dozens of alleys!" he called, waiting for a reply.

"They're coming Rod, be patient," June carefully tried to console.

"Be patient? Patient! Do any of you guys out there know what this guy's capable of!?" Rod lost it. They were looking for a needle in a haystack, and they'd most likely legged it by now anyway.

"Rod, you're not helping," Ackland yelled back at him.

"Rod, wait. Stop. Just think about this," Liz called out from behind him.

He turned reluctantly and faced her.

"We need to stick together and start looking down alleys," Liz rationalised to him, although inside she was worried sick.

"Liz, Rod, what's going on?" Tony called out as he and Dave approached them.

"You heard as much as we did. We had split up to look for the missing child. Polly radioed in to say she'd found her, but got cut off," Liz informed a distressed Tony and Dave.

"And she's down one of these alleys?" Dave asked, eager to get going.

"She was. God knows where she is by now," Rod insensitively informed them.

Dave and Tony ran back up the way they came and began systematically checking down each alley.

Luke and Debbie arrived and also began looking. After about five minutes they got a result.

"Down here!" Dave called back up to Tony.

Tony radioed back to the others as he ran down the alley Dave had indicated. As he ran up, he saw the frantic look on Dave's face, as he pointed out what was left of the incident. Polly's hat was lying in the middle of the alley.

"Hell!" commented Tony as he noticed the distinctive trail of blood going off in one direction.

"Sierra Oscar from 595 receiving?" Tony spoke in a lowered tone.

"Tony?" Sergeant Ackland responded.

"Get the DSE down here, we've got traces of blood."

"Received Tone, on way," Ackland responded.

By the time Liz and Rod got there, Tony and Dave were at each other's throats.

"If you hadn't have taken so bloody long to get down here, we'd have probably have been able to help her!" Dave was livid, looking for anyone to blame.

"Me? Liz and Rod were here way before us, why didn't they find her in time!" Tony retorted, just as furiously.

"That's enough, the both of you. Think logically here. Does the blood form a trail in any particular direction?" Suddenly the details of every report she'd ever read about this guy came flooding back into her head.

"Right. It does seems to start here and move in this direction, Tone?" Dave asked, trying to detach himself from the situation.

"Yeah, you're right," he agreed.

The six of them quickly followed the trail, which led out of the alley through another side street, where it stopped near the edge of the road. By the time they got there, the rest of uniform had met up with them, both on foot and in cars.

"Right, looks like they may have left in a vehicle. Start door knocking, see if anyone heard anything, saw anything," Liz summarised, turning back to Rod for where to go from here.

Tony and Dave took off to the nearest building in site.

"So what now?" Liz asked desperately.

"Wait for the DSE, see if anyone saw a car," Rod sighed and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I can't believe it. The bastard. How did he manage to lure her down here, and the little girl too, by the sounds of it?" he spoke slowly.

"Who knows, Rod. Maybe the little girl helped him some way," Liz concluded.

SUN HILL POLICE STATION

Sun Hill was in an uproar. Everyone was angrily discussing the incident in corridors, blaming everyone in sight. High on the list were Liz and Rod. They didn't receive the nicest of looks when they came hurrying back into the station.

Heading up to CID, they were relieved to find all Davidson's case notes spread over three desks, all of CID looking, and trying to come to a conclusion.

Only two of the eight abduction victims had ever been taken to the same place: Mary Baker and Melissa Ried.

"Let's get units to all seven places, straight away!" Rod commanded.

"I'll get uniform on it," Liz volunteered and picked up the phone to June.

3:30 PM

When Polly came to, she was lying on a bed. She was blindfolded and her hands were secured behind her back. She could hear whimpering next to her and realised it was Lisa. She gently whispered to the child.

"Lisa, are you okay?" trying to keep her voice as low as possible.

"Yes. He promised it was only a game though." The terrified child snuggled up closer next to her.

"Can you move or see?" Polly asked again.

"No, but he said it was for our own goods." Lisa had been conscious the whole time.

"Where are we, did he -" Polly stopped talking, as she heard a door open across the room.

"Well, well, well. It's nice to see we're awake, ladies. Lisa, what's the matter?" he asked the sniffling child, clutching to Polly's arm.

"I wanna go home," she whimpered.

"Why, don't you like it here? P.C. Page doesn't seem to have a problem."

"She doesn't like it either!" Lisa pronounced.

"Oh, what a shame. Maybe we can make it more interesting. Lisa, come with me please." He picked up the protesting child, and took her into the other room.

Returning silently, he went across to Polly. "Don't worry, Polly. Six year olds aren't my style. At least not yet."

Polly shuddered as he ran his hands down her. Stopping at her trousers, he slowly undid the clasp, followed by the zip.

Polly managed to kick him away, and continued to struggle to untie her hands. She felt the cord loosen, and was able to rip the blindfold off, only to come face to face with Davidson on top of her.

"Bad move there. I think I may need some assistance." He quickly summoned the other men in.

Lisa, meanwhile had managed to get her blindfold off, and looked around her surroundings. Carefully getting to her feet, she made her way to the bedroom door where she could here lots of noise.

Silently looking through the ajar door, she could see the policewoman on the bed, but was surrounded by men. Lisa was confused by everything she saw and heard. She could hear the men yelling, and the woman screaming.

Knowing that whatever who going on was bad, she saw the radio on the couch. Grabbing the receiver in her little hand, she carefully pressed the button on the side.

"Hello?" she whimpered. Releasing the button, she listened.

Sergeant Ackland was in an emergency briefing when they all heard the voice.

Immediately picking up her PR, June responded, the entire group watching her. "This is June, who's this?" She waited impatiently for a reply.

Lisa couldn't believe it. Somebody had heard her.

"Lisa George, I'm six years old." She released the button again.

"Okay, Lisa. Can you press the button and count to ten in your head before you release it?" June could hear something going on in the background.

Everyone in Sun Hill heard what followed; Polly's screaming and yelling through tears, followed by men swearing at her to 'stay still'. When the noise stopped June commanded they change frequencies, so she could talk with the girl.

Taking a deep breath, trying to concentrate on the facts, June continued. "Lisa, thank you. I need you to tell me where you are." She knew it was vague, but kids are pretty clever, she must have an idea.

"In a house. There's all these men around, and the policewoman needs help." She started crying again.

There were over ten pairs of eyes staring earnestly at June, as she pulled herself together and spoke to them quickly. "You lot change frequencies, and get out there, so we can do this fast," she demanded, returning to the terrified girl.

"Lisa are you hurt?" June asked softly.

"No, I'm not. Please help her!" she begged.

"We will, Lisa. We need to find out where you are though. Look around, is there anything you notice?" June encouraged.

"It didn't take us very long to get here. The house had a blue door, and was white," she stuttered.

"Okay, that's good. Do you remember passing anything in the car?" June continued.

"My day-care place," Lisa informed June.

"Excellent. Good Lisa. Go on." June smiled at the intelligence of this child.

"I have to go, they're coming!" Lisa quickly slipped the radio under a cushion.

"Get back in there, you little bitch!" Davidson had come out.

She started kicking him wildly as he picked her up and returned her to the bedroom. The policewoman was crying, and she slowly cuddled up next to her again.

Davidson put the blindfold back on them both, handcuffed Polly's hands to the bed and left.

"It's okay. I used the radio. June is coming," Lisa whispered to the officer.

"Are you all right?" Polly asked, through tears.

"Yes," she paused, before continuing.

"What's your name?" Lisa asked curiously.

"Polly, Lisa," Polly replied back.

"Polly, did they hurt you?" The girl's whisper cut through thin ice. Polly suddenly lost all knowledge of everything she'd ever learnt as a police officer or a rape counsellor, and cried helplessly.

AROUND NELFIELD STREET

Tony and Dave had been in the Area Car when the child's little voice was first heard. Immediately pulling over to the side of the road, they listened, trying to find any clue as to their location.

Dave lost it as soon as he heard Polly's screams. He continued in tears, until Tony got back to Sun Hill.

SUN HILL POLICE STATION: BRIEFING ROOM - 3:45 PM

"God this is hard, Bob," June sighed as she gave up trying to reach Lisa back on radio.

"I know. But Lisa gave us a good lead. Uniform are covering the area as we speak."

Sergeant Ackland was finding it just as awkward to handle emotionally. "It's so much harder when it's one of us." June started trying to write notes down.

"We have to start replacing the pieces. Now, Polly was out of it this morning, maybe she wasn't as alert as usual," Bob suggested hesitantly.

"Oh, jeez, Dave." June suddenly remembered that he was still out there. "595 from 48 receiving?" She knew Dave wouldn't be in any shape to talk.

"June?" Tony even sounded as if he'd been crying.

"I want Dave back here now, understand?" June knew Dave would be a mess by now.

"Received. On way," Tony mumbled.

June turned back to Bob.

"What was all that about?" he asked.

"Dave's not emotionally fit enough to be out there." June just assumed he'd heard about last night.

"No-one is. Why should he be any the worse off? I know he and Poll were mates, but-"

June cut him off in mid sentence. "Bob, they spent last night together," she informed him, watching his face grow more concerned by the word.

"The poor guy." Bob murmured.

"You wanna speak to him when he gets back?" June asked slowly.

"Of course, I'll go wait out back." He left silently.

GEORGE RESIDENCE - 3:50 PM

Debbie and Luke hurried up to the front door, and knocked impatiently.

Mrs George eagerly answered, hoping for any news on her child. "Have you found her?" she asked.

"No, Mrs George. I'll give you all the details in just a moment, but I need you to tell me where Lisa's day-care centre is."

Pausing, confused, she answered blankly, "Corner of Malpitt Road and Hill Street, why?" Mrs George asked.

"One moment." Debbie turned around. "48 from 561, day-care is corner of Malpitt Road and Hill Street," Debbie informed the team.

"Received, Deb. You stay with Mrs George, we'll get on it," June replied.

"Any update?" Deb asked hopefully.

"Not yet Deb, tell her the basics," June concluded.

Turning back to the distraught woman, she asked if they could all go inside for a moment. Mrs George led them inside, where they were joined by her husband.

"What's going on?" Mrs George asked immediately.

Debbie took a deep breath, and started telling her what they knew. "We believe your daughter was abducted as part of a trap," Deb continued, finding this difficult to talk about.

"How do you mean?" the woman continued.

"About an hour ago, we received an urgent assistance call from a WPC who reported having found your daughter," Deb swallowed.

"You've found her then?" Mrs George brightened up.

"We don't really know what happened at that point, but both your daughter and our officer were abducted, by the man your older daughter met in the park."

"What's the day-care got to do with anything?" Mrs George demanded.

"Your daughter was able to communicate with one of our sergeants about twenty minutes ago. She told us that they drove past her day-care." Deb was finding this hard to cope with. She was so close to Polly. Telling Luke to continue, she excused herself, and made for the car.

"I'm sorry, Mrs George. This has been very hard for us. It's thanks to your daughter though, that we have any idea where they are at all," Luke concluded, worried about Deb.

"Has she been hurt, what did she say?" Mrs George was frantic.

"No, she says she's fine. She just gave us a brief description of their location." Luke shuddered, remembering the frightening transmission.

"Why would somebody use a six year old as a trap for a police officer?" Mr George finally spoke.

Luke looked up at him, not particularly wishing to answer that. Not wanting to lose it himself, he took a deep breath and answered, "It's random at this stage. You'll have to excuse me." He stood up quickly and went to leave.

"What is it you're not saying here?" Mr George stood up and approached Luke, angrily.

Luke sighed, and paused. "The men who abducted them. They're headed by a known serial rapist." He was surprised that he'd been able to get that out.

"Oh God, no!" Mrs George broke down in her husband's arms.

Luke bit his lip, he just wanted to get out there and find them. "Your daughter's not been harmed so far. But we believe she may have witnessed.. I'm sorry, but I have to go. We'll be in touch." He couldn't say it, but just stumbled out of the house, returning to a distraught Debbie.

They just sat there for a few minutes, gazing into space.

"I can't believe it, you know. Today of all days," he stuttered slowly, remembering Poll's birthday.

"Jeez, I think everyone's forgotten about it," Deb spoke awkwardly.

"You okay to drive?" Luke asked.

"Yeah, we'd better get out there," Deb pulled herself together, and started the car.

4:50 PM

Polly felt as if she had been lying there for hours. Feeling quite cold, she realised that her shirt had been ripped open, and her trousers torn off.

Lisa had managed to fall asleep and Polly began to retrace her steps. She realised that they must have used Lisa as a decoy, to lure her into the alley. The story about the injured dog was all a lie. She let her mind wander back over the last twenty-four hours.

Her party, Dave. Just thinking about him made her start crying again. He would be distraught by now. But Polly didn't even know for sure how much they knew. Had they understood her message? Had they found the alley? Did they know she was with Lisa? Had Lisa really managed to radio back to Sun Hill? Of course, she must have, to know June's name!

Lying there in silence, she heard faint sounds of a police siren. It passed though. Was she even still in Sun Hill? She had no idea. She didn't even know what the time was. Trying once again to free herself, she realised it was hopeless. The handcuffs were tight around her wrists and the bed sounded as if it were made of iron or some kind of metal. Polly noticed that the house seemed very quiet.

Nudging Lisa, the child woke up, frightened at first, but then remembered where she was. Lisa had a lot more movement than Polly, and together they managed to get their blindfolds off.

"Polly, June said they'd help us," Lisa started crying again.

Trying to comfort her, Polly managed to have a good look around the room. Just two old chairs, and a wardrobe. The room was painted a pale green, and what was left of the carpet was filthy. There was a window to Polly's left and a door diagonally opposite from the bed. On the ground lay her coat, jumper and shoes. Polly succeeded in untying Lisa, who quietly crept off the bed, and retrieved Polly's coat for her. Silently tip toeing across to the door, Lisa listened, putting her ear to the door as Polly had instructed her to.

Climbing slowly back onto the bed, Lisa whispered, "I can't hear anything."

"Quietly, open the door a tiny bit and look out," Polly whispered back.

She watched eagerly as Lisa crept out into what was the lounge room, and announced proudly that no one was there.

"Find the radio," Polly called back. She didn't really believe that they'd be stupid enough to leave it, but after a few seconds, Lisa returned with the bulky item. Polly couldn't believe it.

"I hid it after I talked to June." Lisa rushed it over to her. Polly just stared at it. It couldn't be this easy.

"Lisa, put the little one up so I can talk into it," Polly instructed. She didn't know what to say. Somehow 'Sierra Oscar from 469' felt wrong. Feeling her eyes fill up with tears again, she told Lisa to press the button. Polly stuttered a few times, before finally working up the nerve to say anything.

"June?" she whispered. Nodding at Lisa to release the button, she waited.

BACK AT SUN HILL POLICE STATION

June was miserably sitting in the briefing room, sipping a cup of tea, and discussing future actions with Bob Cryer when she heard Polly's choked voice come through.

Completely spilling her tea over the tabletop, she grabbed for her radio. "Polly? Talk to me," she spoke calmly, even though she was wound up inside.

"June, its Davidson, and four other guys." Polly was losing it, June could tell.

"Poll, it'll be all right. Where are you?" June knew that was a long shot, but Lisa had remembered land marks.

"I, I, have no idea. I can't move. I was unconscious for the drive. I'm sorry, Sarge." Polly trailed off sobbing desperately.

"Poll, are you all right?" June didn't really want to ask that question, predicting the answer, but knew she had to.

She didn't get an immediate reply, and by that time, everyone on the frequency had rushed into the room, including Dave and Tony.

"Poll?" June tried again.

"Sarge, I, they, raped me." Polly's desperate cries were heard for a good five seconds.

June sighed; not knowing how to respond to that, tears stream down her cheeks. Looking around, everyone was much the same way. Tony and Bob were supporting Dave, and Vicky was crying in George's arms. Liz suddenly appeared in the room, having been on that frequency all along upstairs, closely followed by Rod.

P.C.'s LOCKER ROOM

Tony, Dave and Bob had ended up in the P.C.'s Locker Room. The two men had managed to control Dave up until this point, but lost hold of him the minute they entered the room. He was madly striking out at anything he could lay his hands on, swearing and crying at the same time. Grabbing him tightly by both arms, they managed to remotely calm him down.

"Why? Why when everything was just starting to go right!" Dave let all his emotions pour out.

"Dave, they'll find her. You know it'll be all right," Tony tried to comfort him.

Bob heard faint talking through the radio, and quickly left Tony with Dave, returning to the briefing room.

BRIEFING ROOM

Waiting a few moments, they all looked up upon hearing Lisa's voice again.

"June, I'm looking out the window," the little girl spoke slowly.

"Good, Lisa. What do you see?" June encouraged. This girl may be their only hope.

"I can see lots of cars parked on streets," the child spoke.

June suddenly realised that this could be very easy, all they'd need was a number plate, and they'd be there.

"Lisa, can you see any of the number plates on the cars?" June asked quickly.

"The numbers and letters on the cars?" Lisa whispered back.

"Yes, read me any one you like." June got ready with a pencil and paper.

"Okay, L-4-8-1-E---" The girl gasped, and held the radio tightly in her hand.

"You little bitch! You'll pay for that! You! You put her up to that didn't you. I warned you about doing anything stupid!" Suddenly the briefing room was filled with the girl's loud scream, and then nothing.

June sighed, there were hundreds of cars that registration would fit. Turning back to the large group, she spoke loudly to no-one in particular, "Alright you lot. There are hundreds of possible matches for that car. We have to get in touch with every owner and search each location," she announced as they all made their way out, depressed.

Lisa screamed as one of the men angrily approached her, and threw her back onto the bed. He began hitting her repeatedly, until Polly managed to kick him away. She was shocked to see him stop and then glared fearfully as he went round to her side of the bed, and began yelling at her.

"Oh, you're gonna wish you hadn't touched me, you slag. My tastes are not restricted to tramps, you know." Davidson grabbed her by the arm with one hand and hit Polly across the face with the other.

She looked him straight in the eye. Rule number one: avoid showing fear, even if you felt it.

He slowly watched her, his face gradually softening. "You're not that bad, out of uniform though, almost remotely attractive," he whispered softly, as he tore the rest of her clothing off.

Lucky for Polly, Lisa was small enough to go undetected. She slipped off the bed, and crouched on the floor, grabbing the radio and squeezing her little hand around it tightly.

"You know you enjoyed our time together, Polly. What's it like being on the other side of the law for a while? No uniform or radio to protect you? None of your mates around to go crying to?" He spoke and he began kissing her forcefully, thriving in the power he had over her. Running his hands over her body, Davidson felt himself aroused instantly. "Polly, tell me, you do feel something for me don't you?" he whispered slowly into her ear.

"You're a sick man, you know exactly how I feel about you!" she yelled and turned her head quickly, managing to bite him on the lip. As blood poured down from him onto her face, she maintained complete eye contact, waiting for him to respond.

His eyes glaring he raised his right arm and struck her again, causing Polly to let out an excruciating cry and her nose to begin bleeding profusely.

"I'll show you," he growled as he violently pulled her legs apart and drove into her, causing Polly to scream in pain and humiliation.

"You cows are all the same. You just need to be taught. Pain is the best teacher." He continued raping her, pinching and clawing at her body as he enjoyed his reign of power.

"Stop, please. I'm sorry, please," Polly begged as she lay there, completely helpless. She could feel him tearing her apart; the pain was all too much.

Lisa sat quietly on the floor, her fingers clenching that button down tightly.

When he had settled down, Davidson realised Lisa was no longer anywhere to be seen. Looking over the bed, he saw her looking up at him in terror, holding the radio in her hands.

Diving across and picking her up by the shirt, he threw her again to the bed, pushing her skirt up, as Polly turned and screamed at him to stop.

"She has to pay for what she's done. Just like you did," he yelled back.

"But it was my fault. I told her to," Polly gasped, looking for any excuse.

"Do you have something you wanted to say to me?" He held the child down as he conversed with Polly.

"I do love you, you were right. I just never realised until then," she stumbled awkwardly. She had to do something, for Lisa's sake.

He considered her argument, and let the girl go. "That's more like it," he spoke roughly as he ripped the radio from Lisa and left the room carrying her under his arm.

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