~AN~ Welcome to the new story I was talking about. Its a future fic and in a way the title explains everything, you'll see once you read the full summary below.

Full Summary: The Goldsworthy family was just a normal family of 4. The father, Elijah Goldsworthy, is a successful lawyer and the mother, Clare Edwards- Goldsworthy, is a successful newspaper editor. Their two wonderful intelligent kids, Skylar, their 4 year old daughter and Taylor, there 11 year old son. They hardly had trouble putting food on the table and both parents made sure that their kids had a wonderful childhood and would have bright futures. But will one of Eli's cases bring a tragedy to the average day family. When the police, detectives and S.W.A.T team won't do anything about your missing daughter what do you turn to? For both Eli and Clare it may mean becoming criminals themselves to save their 4 year old daughter and keep their son safe.

*Keep-in-mind*Clare is 29 right now meaning that she had taylor when she was 21 and Skylar when she was 25, and since Eli's one year older he's 30.

Thank you very much to my beta TvIsMyDrug4 for correcting my forgotten mistakes

Now Enjoy the story!

The petite four-year-old girl watched from her living room window, as a familiar black car parked in front of her family's home. She knew only one person with that car and each day she would greet that person with a wide hug and her childish squeal to show how much she had missed him. Her father would return her greeting by picking her up and twirling her and she would giggle. He would bring her to his chest as she wrapped her small fingers around his neck and give him a peck on the cheek before saying with a big grin "I missed you today daddy." He would bend down and give her a kiss on the cheek and reply "I missed you too baby girl." Then they would race each other into the house and at the last step, Eli would slow down purposely so Skylar could take advantage and win. Skylar grew a big grin on her face as their routine played in her head like a memory. The overly excited four-year-old girl, to greet her father like she does every day after he comes home from work, ran out of the house and forgot about the talk she had with her parents yesterday.

"Skylar, you can't just run outside to your father or me anymore, especially when one of us or Taylor isn't around. There are many people with cars like daddy's and mommy's and maybe one day you could mistake the car for mine or your fathers and it won't be us and they could be a bad person and take you away from us. If you ever are in that place, scream as loud as you can, hit, scratch, bite, do anything- as hard as you can and run as fast as you can to a nice person's house and tell them to call us and we'll be on our way to get you baby girl. " Her mother told her.

When she remembered what her mother said, Skylar stopped in her tracks and stood in the middle of the side walk. She then noticed that it wasn't her father that came out the car, but a black-haired lady with dark big glasses on over her eyes and a baggy shirt and pants as well. On her hands she had on gloves, and the little girl found this to be strange since it was hot outside this time of season. The lady turned her head in Skylar's direction and smiled at her making the little girl uncomfortable. She didn't decide to stay around any longer because she was a stranger, and her parents were strict when it came to her talking to strangers. With that in mind Skylar ran as fast as she could and yelled out "Mommy!" as loud as she could, making neighbors come out of their houses due to the disturbance. A few had went inside their houses , to call the police she had assumed, but that thought was behind her when she heard footsteps following behind her and was grabbed by strong feminine arms around her waist, just as she was about to open the door and reach safely inside. She fought just like her mother told her, but it did not work. Her mother, by that time made it down the steps, skipping about five each and vastly dashing out the door making the door frame shake violently. With each of her moves she was urgent and frantic as she heard her daughter's constant cry for her.

But…she was too late.

She wasn't about to just stand and witness her little girl being dragged in a car, she got enraged and ran over to the car and tried desperately to open the car door, but was taken aback, when the car abruptly drove off, her daughter's screams and banging silenced from the back seat. She saw that her son had been standing on the lawn and staring with a blank expression on his face. It soon sunk in after a minute, of what had just happened and his emotions flashed on his face from sadness to shock to frighten and then lastly, sadness again. She quickly yelled for him to call the police and tell them that his sister was taken away in a black car, and then call his father. She on the other hand ran after the car, adrenaline and determination running through her veins. She was not about to have her child get taken away and just sit back and watch while bawling her eyes out. No she would not do that.

She made it about six blocks and in the back of her mind, thanked her track and field coach for being such a bitchy motivator, but even with her experience she quickly got tired when she half-way reached block seven and slowed down for a breath, and knew she couldn't follow the car forever since it was going on the high-way and her legs were becoming sore. She stopped and she could see her daughter, her Skylar, her teary blue eyes –which reflected her own- daughter, in the back seat of the car and blew a kiss towards her mother, and her mother blew one back and screamed out "I'll get you back, I swear. I love you." She chocked on a sob when she could see that her daughter had mouthed back to her "I love you too mommy."

She couldn't hold it in any long and in that moment Clare broke down in the middle of the street. She cried out in grief and in anger. She did not care if any car was coming, she did not care if anyone would look or hear her. At this moment nothing mattered to her, because she had just witnessed her daughter get taken away. The image of her daughter in the back seat of the anonymous black car made her cries even louder, making people step out of their houses and watch her as she held her clenched fist in her lap. Before anyone could help her or consult her she remembered that her son Taylor was back home and so ran to him. She only felt the feeling of wanting to keep him safe, and to find a way to get her daughter back. Right now to her, those things were all that really mattered.

(Eli's POV)

"Fucking idiot!"

Some car just drove in front of me, at what seemed like top speed, just as I was about to turn. If I hadn't stepped on the brakes quicker, then I would've been probably end up as my own lawyer. I caught a glance at the car and saw that it was similar to mines. There was a little girl staring outside of the back window, and she looked familiar to my daughter Skylar, but I couldn't be too sure since the glass was tinted black and merely showed who was inside. I continued to drive home quickly, knowing that my wife, Clare, would be slightly worried that I'm not home yet. It's a Friday and I'm usually home earlier than 8 on the first day of the weekend. Just in case if her mood wasn't all too great I bought her flowers and got a teddy bear for Skylar and a chocolate bar for our son Taylor. I was a bit stressed out because of work today and I'm used to it since being a lawyer for victims that have been traumatize or killed by a sick-in-the-head person, there isn't much perks but the justice you'll grin to knowing that you prove a well point that lead to putting a guilty person behind bars and prevent some other innocent person life from being endangered. One stressful perk about the job, though, is having criminals constantly threatening you whether it is hunting me down, planning my death, blah, blah, blah- you know the usual 'when-I-get-back-I'll-get-revenge' kind of stuff. I sometimes freight about Clare and kids though; maybe someday a criminal actually might have the balls to get their revenge and decided to go after my family to get back at me. It would pain me if anything were to happen to Clare and the kids; I don't think I would be able to function normally if it were to occur.

Today, that's what I kept thinking over and over again when I found out that a psycho female serial murder and con- artist was let out of jail for good behavior; oh and did I mention that's she's obsess with me, no really I'm not being conceited since I have proof. At one point when the cops went to search her house for any criminal evidence and such, they found taken pictures of me pasted all over the walls of her room, oh if that's not enough proof, there's more. Before she went to jail for about 6 years- which turned into 4 now- she smiled at me flirtatiously and whispered "I'll be back Elijah Goldsworthy, and when I do get back you'll be mine no matter what." That creep me out a lot at the time- it still does really- but I only smirked in return and replied sarcastically "Good luck in jail, I'm sure you'll look great in your new attire, ugly bright orange."

The chick was…well…fucked up! The reason why she went to jail was because after her break up, her ex-boyfriend was getting married and she was crazy jealous. She ended up wrecking the reception when the cops found him in the bathroom a total bloody mess, the words 'Sorry…Not!:) '- and yeah she seriously had a smiley face at the end- written in his own blood and she sitting on the toilet drinking wine and smiling, with his blood all over her hands and a knife she was holding in her hand. To make the scene even more disturbing, she was wearing a wedding dress as well. That wasn't her first murder though and but it was her last before she went to jail. Most of the murders she had committed had gone unsolved and they couldn't find her for years, until then.

For some reason when the cops brought her in for questioning, she wouldn't talk to any of them unless she could talk to me…alone. I had to go down to the precinct at 1:30 in the morning just for her to talk, and Clare sure as hell wasn't happy about it…so she came along. The kids were over my parent's house for the week so nothing was really stopping her. She kept talking to me with a flirtatious tone, and went around questions I tried to ask her. When the time came and I got aggravated and she started talk, soon enough after she told everything and came clean she began her flirtatious front again.

"You know Elijah Goldsworthy, I'm happy that I finally met you, face to face that is. I can now tell you how beautiful you are, and how much I love you, in person and not on some stupid paper or computer. I know you didn't respond or check the emails that I sent you, and that's a shame you would've liked them, they held a few surprises." She winked suggesting what she really meant. Disgust was all I felt towards her in that moment.

"I guess it was a waste of time because you were too busy taking care of little Taylor and Skylar at the time. If it were me and not that bi-" I knew Clare was probably fuming right now, and my point was proven when I heard a loud bang and a door slam shut.

"Look you obsessive psycho, don't talk about my wife like that and please leave my life out of your mind, mouth- just leave me and my family and friends alone. I know why your boyfriend left you and hope you enjoy life in prison." With that I left but not far enough to not hear her yell out "I love you Elijah Goldsworthy. You will be mines!"

The vibration of my phone had brought me out of my stupor. I looked at the caller I.D and it said in bright white neon light 'Home'. I figured that it would be Clare calling to check up and answered quickly.

"Hey, I know I'm late but-"

I could hear the sound of someone crying and it sounded childish, so it meant that it might've been Skylar or Taylor. I grew worried hearing the whimper and quickly rounded the corner and drove down the block that would lead to my house at the end by this time, speeding up so I would reach quicker.

"D-Daddy… Sky's gone." Taylor whimpered and sniffled.

I grew immensely confused by what he meant, but worried all the same. "W-what do you mean by Sky's gone?"

"Sh-she w-wasn't in the l-living room a-and me and m-mommy were too late and –da-daddy she's gone." His words were jumbled with his each of his whimpers and my heart broke hearing him break down in cries when he just couldn't explain anymore.

"Okay Tay, baby boy, calm down kay? I'm right on the block and should be home in a second. "Where's mommy?" That's one question that I really needed to know.

His cries quieted down and then he spoke. "She ran after the car to get Sky back. She told me to call the police and you."

Clare ran after a car to get Skylar back…and he called the police? I thought to myself analyzing what he had just said and something snapped in my head.

Emotions ran through me and none of them I could explain. I had finally reached my house and dashed out of the car running inside of my house and found the site of my 10-year-old son crying his eyes out by the phone that he was still holding. I picked him up and hugged him tightly as he cried into my shoulders. I kept rocking back and forth, mumbling "its okay" into his ear, to calm him down, even though I knew very well myself that it was not okay. It took a few minutes for him to stop crying and then he slowly went into a mellow smolder. It was 9 o'clock and still my wife wasn't home yet. Just as I was about to call her, she came dashing into the house, her hair disheveled and her face stained with dried tears, new ones slowly following the old one's trails as she looked over at me and a sleeping Taylor in my arms. I was expecting her to break down but instead she slowly walked over and sat beside me. She was still and staring into nothingness, tears streaming down her face. I was worried because she said nothing and moved not one muscle.

"Clare…honey?" I asked hesitantly, studying her features.

She didn't respond for a while until she turned to me with her teary blue eyes full of sadness and the absence of their usual spark.

"S-she's gone, she gone Eli." Her voice croaked out in a whisper.

She rested her head on my shoulder and cried softly. The situation slowly sunk in and tears escaped my eyes as well. My little girl was gone and was in the hands of a stranger. Her life was in danger. I couldn't help but feel worthless, thinking that if I had come home on time none of this would've happened. We could've been watching a movie that Skylar would pick for our 'Friday Night, Movie Night' dinners. Instead I would have constant worries about my daughter who was missing. There were faint sirens in the distance knowing that the police were now here. I whipped my tears away with my selves and turned to Clare.

"Clare, the police are making their way to the house, so I need you to tell them everything before and after Skylar was taken away." I said while rubbing her back soothingly. She nodded her head in response and mumbled a soft "Okay." There was a knock on the door so I placed Taylor's sleeping body gently in the couch for him to rest, to get up and answer the door. Clare place his head in her lap, and ran her fingers through his dark brown locks soothingly as I went to answer the door.

"Mr. Goldsworthy we got a call from a little boy named Taylor, from your house. What happened?"

I took a big breath before I would open my mouth to say a response that I didn't want to believe, could not believe and wanted so badly to play off as mistake instead of holding back the silent sobs stuck in my throat unwillingly.

"My daughter." I took in the large lump that was I had stuck in my throat. "My daughter… she's been kidnapped."

Once those words came out of my mouth the sound of horrid sobs erupted from behind me.

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