"So what's the plan guys?" Taylor asked, snuggling into the couch arm, tummy full. "And don't you tell me waiting, 'cause like hell I'm gonna wait around-."

"Taylor until tomorrow there is nothing that we can do," Sam explained, sitting carefully onto a bench below the back window. It creaked under his weight.

Taylor sighed exaggeratedly, making a disgusted face.

"I think they're right Tay, there's not much we can do until tomorrow," Jeremy agreed from the other side of the couch.

"Oh, who asked you?" Taylor pouted, shoving his thigh with her foot and pulled it away quickly before he could grab it.

"Oh get a room," Dean mumbled, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling. "So tomorrow I think we should go door to door. Talking to neighbors and old friends," Dean said out loud, looking from Taylor to Jeremy.

"Sounds like a plan to me," Jeremy said, he smiled over at Taylor. Dean gagged. Taylor sent him a warning glance, then got up from the couch.

"Well since the excitement is over for today, I'm gonna hit the hay," Taylor moved towards the stairs.

"Whoa, wait, where am I gonna sleep?" Jeremy asked.

"Uh, you're not staying here," Dean said.

"Well I'm not going home."

Dean's face tightened and Sam cleared his throat.

"There aren't enough beds," Taylor pointed out.

"I'll sleep on the couch," Jeremy said stretching out.

"I don't think it's a good idea," Taylor responded looking warily at her brothers.

"Well I'm not leaving."

There was a moment of strained silence.

Dean got in Jeremy's face, "You'd better not pull something dude or I swear to God…"

"Down boy," Taylor said, pulling Dean towards the stairs.

"Take it easy, Dean," Sam said standing.

"Alright you can stay," Taylor caved, "but behave." Taylor gave him another warning look before leading Dean up the stairs. Sam followed them.

When they were at the top of the stairs Taylor pulled Dean aside.

"You have to trust me, I am an adult."

"Like hell, you two are like two randy teenagers-."

"'Scuse me, I know you didn't just pull that crap on me."

Taylor's eyes flashed.

"Yeah Dean it's not like you've never gone to a bar and picked up girls and pulled an all-nighter," Sam added.

"That's different."

"How the hell is that any different?"

"Alright, guys chill," Sam yelled.

"Fine, but I'm checking on him before we go to bed," Dean growled before stomping towards his room.

Sam shrugged and went to his room. Frustrated Taylor threw her arms up in the air and went to her own room to throw on some flannel PJ bottoms and a tank. She went to go brush her teeth just as Dean came out of the bathroom and went down the stairs. She rolled her eyes and wetted her tooth brush. She quickly brushed her teeth, listening carefully for anything downstairs. When she finished she rinsed her mouth out and went back to her bedroom just as Dean came back up the stairs. He point a finger at her, then two fingers at his eyes, then one at her again, before disappearing into his room. Taylor rolled her eyes as she closed the door. Then she crawled into bed and snuggled underneath the warm covers.

It took her a while to quiet her thoughts. Mostly thoughts of tomorrow and apprehension that maybe they wouldn't find anything. But hope was still there and she strongly believed in having hope, because without hope all there was, was despair. As her mind finally quieted, she heard someone open and shut her door. She tensed in her position and prepared to fight. He slid under the covers next to her and wrapped an arm around her. She swung her leg up and was about to scream, when he clasped a hand over her mouth and grabbed her leg at the knee.

"It's me," Jeremy whispered.

"Jesus Christ Jeremy."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't stay away." He lay an arm over her side, pulling her closer.

"Yeah and if Dean catches you there's gonna be hell to pay," she whispered back fiercely.

"Dude's snoring so loud he could wake the dead."

Taylor giggled.

There was a pleasant silence between them for a moment.

"So what are you doing up her Stone?"

"Ouch, last name reference, does that mean I'm in trouble?"

She hit him playfully on the arm and kicked her legs out. He defended his legs by wrapping his own around hers and holding tight. She tried to move them but he was stronger. It was then that she realized that all he was wearing was a t-shirt and his boxers. She blushed, thankfully that it was too dark in the room to see anything but silhouettes.

"Okay, okay," he said finally releasing her legs I'm here because I can't stand to be away from you."

Now her heart melted. "Jeremy…"

"What?"

She tried to pull away from him, but he held tight.

"Taylor, when you left," he started, then sighed, "when you left, I knew as soon as I saw your car disappear that I was missing a part of myself. Now that you're back I don't want to let you out of my sight, because I know that you leaving again is unavoidable and I want to be with you as much before you leave." He stroked her back softly.

Tears appeared at the back of her eyes and she tried to so hard to hold them back. Because she knew that he was right, she would leave again and she didn't want to.

"Taylor?" he whispered his breath close to her face.

"Yeah," she squeaked, glad that they had to whisper otherwise he would have heard her voice crack.

"Can you promise me one thing?"

"What's that?"

"That next time you leave, promise me that I can come with you."

The tears rolled down her cheeks now, and she struggled away from him, to sit on the edge of the bed.

"I can't promise that," she breathed. She got up to look out the window into the backyard. She heard him move from the bed and stand behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Why not?" His breath ruffled her hair. She wiped the tears away as a new wave of them threatened to fall.

She turned, "Because Jeremy, my job…it's dangerous and I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Well I don't want anything to happen to you either," he argued.

"I know," she sobbed. He dragged her closer, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. She did the same, clinging to his t-shirt.

"Babe, as long as we're together, nothing can go wrong."

Those last words, made all the new tears come, and she sobbed into his shirt. He rubbed her back gently and ran his fingers through her hair. They stood like that until her tears were dry and she felt capable of talking him out of it.

But instead she avoided it all together and crawled back into bed.

"You can stay tonight, but you have to promise to be good."

He jumped in bed next to her, "Scouts honor."

She giggled again and snuggled into him. He slung and arm over her side, she laid her head against his chest before she drifted off to sleep.

When she awoke, she reached out for Jeremy smiling, but the bed was empty except for her, and the sheets were cool. She sat up disoriented; she rubbed her crusty eyes and tied back her unruly hair. She descended the stairs, the smell of freshly made coffee, rising to meet her. When she entered the kitchen three pairs of eyes turned her direction. She looked down to make sure that no unnecessary piece of skin was showing; when she was satisfied she started towards the coffee maker. Jeremy anticipated her move and handed her a cup of coffee.

"Sleep well?" he asked smiling over his coffee cup.

She returned the smile, "Like a baby."

"More like an angel," he murmured so that her brothers couldn't hear.

She sipped her coffee, so he wouldn't see her smile. She made approving noises.

"Just how I like it-."

"-Lots of cream and sugar," Jeremy finished her thought.

"You remembered," she murmured, more to herself than to him.

Dean cleared his throat. They both turned to look at him.

"So, I was thinking we should get an early start and go knocking on doors now."

"Okay," Taylor said.

"Me and Sam will take the neighbors, you and Jeremy can go talk to any of your other friends who might have spoken to Kelly before she disappeared, see if she said anything about being followed or some guy stalking her."

"Right," Taylor said finishing off her coffee, "I'm gonna take a quick shower and I'll be right back down." She started towards the stairs, when she hit her room first she grabbed some clean clothes and quickly got in and out of the shower. She dried her hair, applied some product, brushed her teeth and dressed. She was back down the stairs in about 15 minutes. Jeremy was waiting in the living room watching TV.

"You changed," she observed.

He met her gaze, "Yeah I ran home quick." He was wearing, dark blue jeans and a long-sleeved, light blue shirt that made his eyes more prominent. His dark brown boots were sitting next to the door and his socked feet were sitting on the coffee table.

"Where are Sam and Dean?" Taylor asked peering into the kitchen to see it empty.

"They left already."

"Those assholes."

"Well lets' catch up to them," Jeremy responded, lacing up his boots already. Taylor pulled on an old pair of sneakers and grabbed her Carrhart jacket. Jeremy slipped into his leather jacket and followed her out the door.

"I'll drive," he suggested.

"Okay," she only agreed, because she'd rather catch up than argue. He turned the key and revved the engine, a country oldie was playing. Taylor made a disgusted face and stuck out her tongue.

"I don't understand how you can listen to this crap," She complained, switching it to a 93X.

"I kinda like that crap," he explained.

"Now, this, this is good music," she said tapping her foot to the beat feeling her adrenaline pump to the beat of the song. Jeremy just laughed, but after a minute he had his hand tapping on the steering wheel to the beat.

"So where're going first?"

"Oh right, we're gonna stop at Marie's, and your brothers told me to tell you that they want to meet at Sally's by noon."

Taylor glanced at the time on the radio, they had a few good hours and that would give them plenty of time.

"Okay, anyone else we can think of other than Marie, I don't think that Kelly had many other close friends at the bar."

"No, but I figure we could talk to Marie and see if she knows anyone else who saw her the night she disappeared.

Taylor looked over at Jeremy in admiration, "You're pretty good at this stuff."

He brushed his shoulder, "I try."

She laughed and turned up the music as they sped in the direction of Marie's house.

"I swear I didn't see anything strange that night, she left like any other night, nothing unusual happened," Marie answered, twisting her hands in her lap.

"Nobody unusual talked to her that night?" Taylor pried.

"No."

"Nobody followed her after she left."

"No, not that I saw."

"She didn't say anything about a strange guy that had been following her or talked to her?" Jeremy questioned.

"No, she didn't say anything."

--

"Well that was useless," Taylor said when they returned to Jeremy's bright red GT.

"You can say that again, she didn't even give us any other names."

Jeremy sighed and got into the car. Taylor followed suit, digging her phone out of her jacket pocket. She dialed Sam's number, hoping he would be more responsive than Dean would be.

"Taylor."

"Sam, did you guys find anything?"

"Nope, nothing, none of the neighbors saw anything that night and they never saw a strange man around the house at all."

Jeremy started up the Mustang and let it idle.

"We even went through Kelly's garbage to see if we could find anything that would lead us to believe that someone else had been there or anything."

"You did what?!"

Jeremy turned to stare at her, hearing the incredulous tone to her voice.

"Yeah and all we found were some lousy tampons," Dean yelled over Sam.

Taylor made a disgusted face, "So you want to meet early then."

"Yeah, what else is there to do?"

"Question the drunks," Taylor suggested.

"You actually think we'll get something out of them?"

"Maybe, it's worth a shot."

"Alright we'll meet you there in a few," Sam finished, hanging up.

Taylor looked over at Jeremy.

"Question drunks?"

"It's our last option," Taylor reasoned.

Jeremy shot her a skeptical look, "I'm beginning to think that the three of you take crazy pills."

Taylor looked at him amused, "Just drive."

"Easy for you to say, you're not sitting next to a crazy woman."

She hit him hard enough that he was rubbing it afterwards.

"You see what I mean."

She shot him a warning look and he grudgingly started the car.

"You promise not to hit me again?" he asked before pulling away from the curb.

She rolled her eyes towards him annoyed, "Don't be such a baby."

He grinned at her eye roll and started off towards Sally's.