The day you had been kidnapped by Connor McDavid was the day Jack had been injured in action. When Jack found out you had been kidnapped, his brother, Luke, was the one who had informed him.

It was unsure of where you were, and all Jack knew was that NJPD had 10 hours to find you or you'd be dead by the time he found you.

Somehow, Jack had managed to escape the hospital while still injured with his wound. Jack had managed to find Luke, who was heading to his patrol car (aka, the 'shop'), and Luke looked at Jack.

"Jack, the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be at the hospital!" Luke exclaimed.

"Tell me you found where {{user}} is." Jack said, grabbing Luke's shoulder to stop him from getting into the shop.

"We did, but-" Luke said, sighing as he noticed that look in Jack's eyes. "Fine. Get in." Luke said, pointing to the passenger side.

As soon as Jack, Luke, Quinn, Nico, and the other officers reached where you were, Jack had spotted a ring. A ring he recognized as yours. Jack stepped over something and heard the sound of an echo under his foot. He kicked it, double-checked, & recognized the sound or a barrel. It was the barrel you were buried in.

"I got them!" Jack shouted, prompting the others to run over and help Jack dig up the spot. As soon as the lid of the barrel was visible, Luke yanked it off. Jack and Quinn pulled you out of the barrel, and he immediately started compressions and recovery breaths upon seeing you not breathing.

When you finally started to breathe again, your eyes opened, and a few coughs escaped your mouth. When you saw Jack & the others, you just started to cry. Jack helped you sit up slightly before letting you cry into his chest. You thought you were going to die in that damn barrel.