Hiiiiiiiii! I'm baaaaaaack! And with a sequel of Taken. So, enjoy!

Six years has past and Zander and Stevie have settled with a five year old daughter, Danielle. Everthing seems to be...peachy... If you call the kidnapper of you wife ecaping and comeing to kill you, then yup, peachy.

(Stevie)

"You sing so well, Mommy." I smiled and continued to brush Danielle's shoulder length raven hair.

"Thank you, Darling." I set the comb down on the coffee table.

The front door opened, "Hey, baby? How's my favorite two girls?" Zander smiled.

"Daddy!" Danielle sprung up and ran into his arms. He lifted the five year old girl up and kissed her cheek.

"Um, hell-o. What about me?" I did a fake perfy Kacey accent.

"Hm, I don't think you deserve a kiss." I fake pout. He set Danny down and looked at her. "What do you think, Danny?"

I turned to her with my sad face. Her hazel eyes met my sad ones. "Mommy looks sad. Cheer her up, daddy." He smirked and made his way over to me.

He gently kissed my lips and whispered in my ear, "I'll cheer you up alright." I blushed and playfully push him.

"Not in front of Danielle." He rolled his eyes just as soon as the door bell rang.

"I'll get it." Zander announced. He went to answer the door.

"I'm here!" A pregnant Kacey announced.

"And so are the rest of us." Kevin muttered. Kacey apparently didn't hear this.

"Oh...Kacey. Yay?" My voice full of sarcastium.

"WHAT?!"

Okay, let's pause for a second so I can explain the story. Kacey is pregnant...with her third child. And all those nine months where hell. We all live in fear every time we're around Kacey. That any moment she'll tear our heads off. Hormones. Never knew they were this bad. I had hormones by eating weird thing, but Kacey is much more different. She was like a bipolar psycho path, ready to snap. Hormonal pregnant women's. I actually feel scared for Kevin.

Which brings me to Grace situation. Her and Nelson have tried so hard to get a bundle of joy on their own. But every time is a fail. Grace has been feeling depressed which is very un-Grace like. It just doesn't fit he personality. And to make things worse, Kacey's been poppin` out babies left and right. Nelson even offered for them to adopt, but Grace wouldn`t do it. She wanted her own. A female or male child with their hair, eyes, smile. Everyone pity`s her, but she doesn`t like it and try to be strong, but most of the time, he doesn`t realize she`s pouting.

Now we can resume.

"I mean...Kacey! So, wonderful to see you again since the last 14 hours." Her angry face immediately changed into a happy one.

"Hey, Stevie. Nice to see you too." I breath out in relief. I wasn't getting murdered today.

Not today.

Kacey carefully lowered herself onto the couch next to me.

"So, how's Chris and Kyle?" I asked about her two sons.

"Work." She sighed.

"With two boys, I would hope so." Zander commented, "Especially with these two." He pointed to the two grown men playing Furious Pigeons: Zombie Attack 5.

They may be adults, but that doesn`t mean they still they still can`t play Furious Pigeons.

Kacey looked up at the ceiling, "Oh, God..." She groan.

Oh God indeed.

I noticed Grace is being a little to quiet. "Grace?" She looked up from her hands as everyone took their attention on her.

"Oh..." Nelson-surprisingly- put his game boy down and put his arm around wife's shoulder.

"It's okay, sweetie. I know how bad you want one." She gave us the world smallest smile.

"Hey," Kacey spoke, "If you want, we will gladly give you Chris and Kyle." The blonde giggled a bit and gave us a full on smile.

"As tempting as that is, I'll have to pass."

"Fine. Suit yourself. I was giving them away for free."

Crash!

I jumped up from my sleep. I adjusted my eyes to the dark room. Getting up from my warm cozy bed onto my feet.

"Zan-Dammit!" I looked at the empty bed and remembered that he stay late night in the studio. It had to be this night he leaves. I swiftly grabbed a gun from the top shelf in the closet in one of the shoe boxes. Keeping my guards up, I made my way down the hall. I stopped at Danielle`s room to check on her. Sleeping. I let out a breath and continued my journey to where the crash came from.

Even though what happened with Phil six years ago, I still worry and have nightmares about it sometimes. I wake up in the middle of the night, sweating and having a panic attack. Zander keeps on reassuring me that I`m fine and he`s there for me, but he can`t when he have to stay in the studio. I wake up from a nightmare and he`s not there and cry and Danielle hears me though the wall. She comforts me. I felt so weak. And Stevie Baraska is not weak.

I shook my head, erasing the thought from my head and silently made my way down the stair case. The kitchen light was on. I took a shaky breath and put my finger on the trigger just in case. As soon as I got near I aimed, but didn`t fire.

"EPP!" A girly voice squeaked out. I put my hand over my heart and set the gun on the counter top. I notified that there was glass and water all over the floor with cabinets hanging open.

"Danielle, what are you doing out of bed?" I carefully made my way over to the little girl.

"I-I just wanted some water." She looked down with tears in her eyes. I soften my face expression and pull her chin up.

"Well...next time come get me or daddy, okay?" I looked her in the eyes.

"Okay," I picked her up so she wouldn`t get cut and set her down at the bottom of the stairs.

"Go back to bed." I smiled. She dragged her feet up the stairs. I went back into the kitchen to clean up the mess the little one left just for me. I couldn`t stop replaying the scene that just happen. I could`ve shot her. My own daughter. I blinked the tears away, but it didn`t work. They continued to fall anyway.

Crash!

I wiped away the tears, "Danny, I thought I told you to go to bed. " I walked into the living room where I saw a broken window.

"I am." I turned around to see Danielle at the bottom of the stair well.

"But...how did this...?" I looked back at the broken window and finally noticed a note attach to a rock. I looked at Danny with firm eyes. "Go back upstairs."

"But-"

"Go." I thickened my voice. She quickly scurry up the stairs as I settled my attention back on the note. I slowly bent down to pick it up without taken my eyes off the window in case something funny happens or I see someone. Finally, I looked.

I`m baaaaack! Did ya miss me?

~Phil

P.S It ties so well together. Phil Smith, Stevie Smith, Danielle Smith...Dead Zander Robbins.

I cupped my mouth as the tears started again.

As this started again.

Whoa! Already drama. But, hope you enjoyed and review fav.

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