Last Time...

"Mr. Urie?" I straightened at the voice. Why is the FBI calling me?

"This is him. What's up?"

"I regret to inform you that some of the convicts of the Mari Urie case have escaped jail. We have no choice but to tell the public, so they may help us identify them and bring them back to the jail," He spoke.

"What do I do with Mari and the kids?" I asked, walking outside.

"I would suggest going into hiding until further notice, and not leaving the house until we know they are safe. Of course, we would help with anything you guys might need."

Now~

Mari's POV

"What do you mean I'm being hunted?!" I shouted, my heart pounding.

I was currently sitting on my grandma's couch, trying not to cry as Dad explained the situation.

"The FBI got information that the guys who kidnapped you last time are trying to get you, and maybe the kids, back. They've got a place for us to stay until they find them though. We'll be safe there," Dad's voice wavered, but I hardly noticed through my tears.

"I thought I was safe..." My voice sounded whiny. I hated sounding like I was whining but thus is what happens when you cry.

"I know... Zach is coming to pick us up, the FBI is gonna take our car somewhere else," Dad explained, "The FBI also has to tell news stations so people can at least look for the men. It'll be a manhunt. They aren't getting away."

Westley came down the stairs suddenly, chased by one of the other children. He looked at me, grinning like he didn't have a care in the world. Why should he? He's only 3. The only thing he should be worrying about is how come he can't find his crayons (It's because I left them at home).

Dad rubbed my back, shushing me. I knew he was trying his best. He had never really been a father before, much less to someone with all these problems. I admired him for it.

"Should we pack?" I mumbled eventually. My eyes ached from crying so hard.

"Yeah, Zach should be here soon," Dad whispered. I could tell he had cried at some point too, all was evidenced by dried tears on his cheeks and the hoarseness of his voice. I felt so bad, I didn't want him crying over me. I didn't want him crying over anyone.

I stood up, nonetheless, and helped Dad to stand. We both made our way to the bedroom we shared and started packing up. Within half an hour all our stuff was repacked. We brought it out to the living room and pushed it to the door.

Grandma and Grandpa came out, everyone else went to the park. I smiled sadly at Grandma and hugged her.

"I'll miss you honey," She whispered in my ear.

"I'll miss you too Gramma," I mumbled.

She pulled away and smiled, giving me a couple containers, "Cookies, for on the road."

"Thanks ma," Dad said, hugging her. I hugged Grandpa as the doorbell rang.

"Wes, Max!" I shouted. Phoenix was asleep in her carrier already. The boys came running down the hallway, stabbing at each other with imaginary swords. I smiled at them, picking Phoenix up as Zach came in and picked some of our bags up.

"Stay safe guys!" Grandma called as we walked out of the door and into the chilly November air.

"Will do!" Dad said.

"Will do!" Westley repeated, throwing his arm in the air. We all laughed, climbing into Zach's car. It looked nothing like ours, it was one of those 15 passenger vans. He must have rented it. We closed a bunch of seats down, mostly middle seats, and set up one of the portable TVs up with movies for the kids. I was towards the front with Dad and Zach, but close enough to the kids that I could check on them.

"We'll stop at a gas station for snacks and stuff," Zach said, starting the van.

"Make sure you use cash, those guys can track cards," I mumbled, pulling my phone out to text John.

M: I have to go into hiding :(

J: What?

M: Haven't you heard? The guys who kidnapped me are after me again...

J: Oh... Stay safe babe. Keep me updated, ok?

I sighed, there was no way I was going to keep him updated; they could track that too.

M: I'll try my best

J: Ok, I love you. I'll let Theresa and Seth know

M: I love you too

I'm glad I got that out, in case something happens. I wouldn't be able to stand if I died and he didn't hear that from me one last time. I tossed my phone up to Dad.

"You aren't going to want to use that phone unless the FBI calls," I mumbled.

"You've got a lot of knowledge about this," Zach pointed out as Dad blocked calls from anyone but the FBI.

"Crime shows paired with the knowledge of how these people work will do that to you," I said, leaning back. I reached into Grandma's tupperware and pulled a cookie out, biting into it quickly. I nearly bit my finger off.

I couldn't even begin to tell you how scared I was. It's like... being hunted by a terrorist group. I don't even know how else to describe it! I took a deep breath and tried to relax, choosing to try and watch whatever movie the kids were watching. Some Despicable Me movie. Within an hour they were asleep.

Dad's phone began to ring and he answered it, "Hello... Yeah, we'll meet you there..." Zach pulled up his GPS as Dad listed off an address, "About 15 minutes away... Alright, bye."

"What was that about?" I asked, pausing the movie. Phoenix shrieked from the back and I immediately played it, eyes wide. She quickly settled down.

"We have to meet the agents at the FBI center to discuss what we're going to do next," Dad explained, reaching to grab a cookie.

"Alright. Let's do this."