"Mitchie! Help, please, oh dear god pick up," Caitlyn pleaded into the phone after the 'beep' had sounded for Mitchie's voice mail. "Nate's gone! Mitchie, please, please help! Call me

back hurry!"

She dropped the phone back into it's cradle like it burned. Then, she grabbed it up again and dialed.

Ring...Ring...

"Hello?"

"Shane, thank goodness you picked up!" The words were barely understandable as Caitlyn gasped for air, her sobs wracking her body.

"Caitlyn? What is it? Calm down. You'll be okay," Shane said, hearing the blind panic in his friends voice. "What is it? The baby? Where's Nate? Calm down. What is it?"

"Nate!" Caitlyn chocked out. "He's gone!"

"What do you mean he's gone, how gone?!" questioned Shane.

"Gone Shane gone, as in not here!" yelled Caitlyn.

"Caitlyn calm down, we'll be right there," Shane said.

"Hurry up Shane," Caitlyn pleaded, a dry sob escaping her throat.

"Don't worry we're---" Shane hung up so fast he didn't have time to finish his sentence.

The line went dead.

Caitlyn put the phone back, walked into the living room and collapsed on the sofa, sobbing uncontrollably. A couple of minutes later Shane, Jason and Mitchie burst in the door.

Mitchie saw her friend and quickly rushed to her side.

"Caitlyn, what happened, where is Nate?" Shane asked.

"I don't know, last time I saw him we were upstairs, but I fell asleep shortly after," she replied in between sobs.

"Have you tried calling him?" Jason asked.

"His phone is upstairs," she said. "I saw it." A tremor made her body shudder and she broke into a fresh wave of tears. Mitchie hugged her friend close and petted her back.

"We'll find him," she promised. "We found you. We can find him."

"Do you have any idea who could have taken him?" Shane asked, pacing the carpet.

Silence. Then

"Her," Caitlyn gasped. "It was Destiny. She took him!"

"Uh, oh," all of her friends replied. Mitchie hugged Caitlyn tight, Jason went for some milk and Shane dialed the police.

"Yes, hello?" he asked when they answered. "Hi, my brother has been kidnapped. Yes…no this isn't a…my name is Shane Gray and YOU BETTER HELP ME FIND MY BROTHER OR SO HELP ME….yes I'll hold."

Mitchie rolled her eyes. "Shane," she said gently. "You might want to be a bit more…nicer."

Nate closed his eyes, his head throbbing. Destiny was somewhere unknown, most likely planning her next rape attack on him.

"Caitlyn," he whispered. "Help me."

But how could she? She couldn't.

A horrible thought slammed into him.

How would his kidnapping effect her? Would she go into shock? What stress would it cause?

Would she loose the kid and her life?

"NO!" Nate shouted, then cringed. Had Destiny heard him?

"Of course not," he reminded himself. "This is a sound-proof room…"

Hang on a minute.

How sound proof? And where the hell was he, anyway?

He got up cautiously and fumbled for a light-switch, if one existed.

Flick.

Yep. It existed.

"Holy…crap…" he breathed. It was just a bare room with a bed, but HUGE! Way huger than he'd ever thought.

A glance around told him where Destiny had thrown his clothes. Thank goodness!

He pulled them on, and noticed a small air vent above the bed.

"Okay, Nate," he grumbled to himself. "This might hurt…"

He hopped on the bed, tensed, listened for a sound, the proceeded to unlock the air vent.

Now...how to get up there? There was nothing else in the room.

"What goes up, must come down…eventually."

Hopefully, his aim wound be perfect…

Ten minutes and a massive headache from impact with the ceiling, Nate was crawling on his hands and knees through the vent.

Pausing, he looked down into another room.

A bathroom. No windows.

"Damn."

He crawled to the next light.

"YES!" It was a kitchen…with a nice, open window.

His stomach rumbled as he slipped down through the ceiling, landing lightly on the counter.

"Hungry, Natey?" a cheerful voice asked. "It took you quicker than expected to get out of there. Here, have some toast."

Nate's blood ran cold as he spun around, finding himself staring into the blue eyes of Destiny.

"Yes…um, I think…" Shane sighed. "Can you please just send someone over?"

"The police have grown stupider sense the last time we saw them," Jason commented. Caitlyn kept pacing the ground.

Suddenly she gasped, her hands flying to her stomach, face paling.

Mitchie noticed. "Caitlyn…?"

"The baby's coming," was Caitlyn shaken reply.

Aly- SO SORRY We haven't update in forever and three days! We all suffer writers-block at times, and, not to mention, we have other stories to write, schoolwork to ignore and pets to feed. REVIEW!!

Angie-sorry we havent updated in....-checks imaginary watch- FOREVER! please review!

Mya- I'm not here, so Aly is doing my authors note. Aly thinks I stole Angie's eyeliner, and i'm busy working at McDonalds.