Author's Notes: Hello! Here is another idea that popped into my head, I hope you all enjoy it! I want to thank "BellaItaliana" for mentioning in her review on "Surprise Member", that I should write something else with more chapters about Jack and Elizabeth. Reviews would be very much appreciated- shall I continue? Here is it! :)

~Angelica

Disclaimer: I do not own the WCTH characters, I only own the ones from my vivid imagination.

Elizabeth was finishing up sweeping the Café, and was about to go upstairs to go to sleep, when she heard an unusual noise.

"A-A-A-A-bigail?" Elizabeth asked, shaking.

"I'm afraid I am not your friend Abigail." A muffled male voice replied.

"Well then, who are you?" Elizabeth asked.

"Okay, I'll give ya a hint. I have a gun, and I ain't afraid to use it."

Elizabeth took a breath of air. She didn't know what to do, especially when the man stepped out from behind the cabinet. His gleaming gun was aimed directly at Elizabeth, and a mask covered his face.

"Now, if you do what I want you to do, you won't get hurt. Nor will your so called friend Abigail get hurt." The man walked closer, and put his arms around Elizabeth. She gulped, and she felt the point of the gun, aiming straight for her heart. The beads of sweat started to form on her forehead because she was so scared.

"All I need is yer cooperation."

"Alright, but what is it?" Elizabeth started shaking.

"You just need to be a good girl and keep quiet….." The man said as he forced Elizabeth into a chair, and started to tie her up.

Elizabeth wanted to kick scream or do something, but the gun was still aimed close to her heart. She didn't want to risk it.

"Now, tell me where your friend Abigail keeps her money?"

"Why didn't you ask her yourself?" Elizabeth shivered.

"I knocked her out, and tied her up, she won't be doing anything for a while…" The man smiled an evil grin.

"I still ain't going to tell you where the money is." Elizabeth replied.

"Heh, well the gun will shoot, and I ain't afraid."

"Alright," Elizabeth tried to remember where the change box was, there weren't very many big bills in there, "it's under the lighter colored floorboard."

The man moved aside, and kept the gun aimed on Elizabeth, while he grabbed the box from under the floor board. "Good girl, now I have the money. Any guns?"

Elizabeth shook her head no, and started to wonder where Jack was when she needed him, like now. The man started going through the drawers, picking up the sharpest knives he could find, and put them in a box he pulled out of his bag.

"Now, before I leave, I wanna leave you a little present." The man gagged her, and then used his pocket knife to cut a slice into her skin. The drops of blood started to form in the small cut, and Elizabeth started to cry mumbled cries of pain.

"And to top it off…." He then covered her eyes with a handkerchief.

"Ah look at that pretty hair." The man said as he cut several locks of Elizabeth's hair. Elizabeth wasn't enjoying this one bit, she felt her hair was being cut, she felt the cut bleeding drops of blood. She heard the door slam shut. She didn't know where he went or anything. She was scared, hurt, and alone.

Meanwhile, Jack was still awake. He didn't mean to keep Bill up, but they were still finishing up paperwork from the day.

"I really better get going, Jack," Bill yawned.

"Yep. " Jack stood up, and walked over to the door to let Bill out, but noticed that the Café's lights were still on.

"That's odd." Jack said aloud.

"What, Jack?" Bill asked.

"The Café's lights are still on, both the upstairs and the downstairs."

"Maybe they are cleaning the Café?" Bill asked.

"I doubt it…" Jack was worried.

"Come on, let's go check it out." Bill said, sensing Jack's worry. Bill started dashing over. Jack quickly followed, the only sound in the night air were their footsteps rushing across the road. They stood outside the door, it was unusually quiet, so Bill nodded to Jack to open the door. He quickly opened the door, and they didn't see anyone.

Elizabeth was in the kitchen, still bound up. Her circulation was starting to get cut more and more with each passing moment. She heard the door open, and she started making whatever kind of a noise she could, hoping whoever it was at the door would help.

"Hey, sounds like someone's muffled in the kitchen." Bill whispered to Jack. Jack slowly walked in, and saw in the far dark in the back of the kitchen, someone who was tied up.

Jack's mind started racing, what if that was Elizabeth? And if it was, who did it to her? He grabbed a candle from off of the table near the door, and started slowly walking into the kitchen, afraid of what he might find…

To be continued…..