Note

He was lying on the couch in his office looking over case files one night firm in the knowledge that Emily was at home looking after his son.

She was over to visit from London and was staying at his new house. He'd bought the house only a few months ago so Jack could have a garden to play in now he was eight. He'd been concerned about him being cooped up in an apartment.

Jessica was away this week on a conference so Emily had agreed to look after him while she was staying over. She was staying a month and hadn't wanted to stay in a hotel. They were so close he'd offered her his room while he slept on the couch.

He smiled thinking about her staying in his house. She'd been there for two weeks but it just felt so right. They'd have late night talks and she was up when he was awake. He found he rather liked her being around.

He'd missed her so much while she was in London and while she was here his feelings for her had developed further. He was thinking of asking her out when he got home. He loved her and she was making a great mother figure to Jack. He hoped she said yes.

He could see his whole life with her. Their wedding and their children. He smiled thinking about how beautiful she would be holding their child with jack beside her.

Suddenly he heard a knock on the door waking him up from his daydream. He wondered who could that be? He was sure everyone had gone home and that he was alone. He was sure he was the only one in the building apart from the night guards. Who on earth could be knocking on his door?

He opened the door to find his son on the other side of the doorway shuffling his feet and looking troubled. He looked around ushering him in but couldn't see anyone.

What was going on? How had Jack got here? Where was Emily? She wouldn't have left him on his own unless something was dreadfully wrong. What had happened to her?

He looked back at his son and saw he was troubled. Something had to have happened but what? He hoped they weren't in danger but his chest tightened. He knew something had to be dreadfully wrong.

He crouched down in front of him and asked, "What happened, buddy? Where's Emily? How did you get here?"

"The bad guy took Emily. She made him drop me off here," he answered.

"What bad guy? She knew him?"

He nodded. "She called him Nicky..." he looked down at his feet and back up again. He wanted to be brave and help dad save Emily. Nicky was scary and held a knife to his throat. "He gave me this to give to you," he added handing over a note.

He nodded and took it off his son. He read it and swallowed the lump in his throat. He had to save her. He couldn't let anything happen to her. Why did this guy want her? What did he want with her?

He then looked back up to see his son looking at him. "I'll be back in a minute, buddy. Stay here..." jack looked up vulnerably. "You'll be safe here, buddy. Trust me."

He nodded and answered, "I always trust you, daddy."

"I know, buddy, I know," he answered stroking his hair.

He left closing the door knowing people would be watching his son. They'd upped the security since the Replicator. He knew Jack would be safe here.

He left and got into his car. He drove as fast as he legally could to the old factory that this man had said he was holding Emily at. He had to save her. She had to know how he felt. She just had to know. He couldn't lose her again.