Thank you for the follows and reviews!

In response to I have too much spare time: I wasn't aware that the point of view was slightly confusing, I'll be sure to try and add a horizontal line or some kind of sign that the point of view is changing, but unfortunately I cannot directly state who's point of view it is because the story is written in third person omniscient. Thank you for letting me know and I'll try to make it less confusing.

"You didn't follow the tracks across the road?" Paris asked in disbelief. She was sitting with Dean in Rory's room trying to find out everything he knew.

"I was trying to call the police!" Dean defended his decision, but he knew himself that he should have followed the footprints in the snow.

"Yeah, that turned out great, didn't it?" Paris snaps at him and rolls her eyes. She couldn't understand how Rory could date someone with such a lack of logic.

Paris unfolded a map and circled an area on it in red marker.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked her.

"Rory is somewhere in this circle." Paris said, already crossing things off inside.

"How did you-"

"You said the tracks crossed the street, didn't you? That means she's on this side of town." Paris explained.

"How do you know she's still in town?" Dean asked, wanting an explanation for her madness.

"I don't. But if she's not in town she's long gone, so we just have to search as if she's still here." Paris told him. Dean seemed satisfied with this answer, but he hoped to god that Paris wasn't right about Rory being long gone.

"What are you-"

"Crossing out the places she couldn't be, like the park and open spaces where someone would have seen her before now. She wouldn't be there." Paris said, never averting her eyes from the map in front of her as she mostly talked at Dean instead of to him.

"You're scary." Dean comments, referring to her ability to narrow things down so quickly and her ability to know what his questions are before he asks them. He was also just trying to lighten the mood a little bit, the house was too sad. Paris ignored his comment and continued to stare at the map.

Dean could now understand even further how Paris bugged Rory so much. The hard look in her eyes made her intimidating despite her tiny size.

"Rory?" Dean heard from the main area of the house. Someone had knocked again and Dean couldn't help but feel the slight pang in his chest where part of him wondered if Rory was at the door.

"Max?" Lorelei said in surprise when she opened the door and he was outside to greet her.

"Hey. Are you ok?" He asked her. He knew she would be a wreck, but she looked even worse than he had thought she would.

Max could tell by looking into her eyes that she was in so much distress that even her mind wasn't capable of processing information very well.

"I'm fine, it's Rory that's missing." Lorelei said.

"I know. I wanted to see how you were doing, if there's anything you need." Max muttered. When he had come over originally he hadn't really thought about what it was he was going to say and what he was planning on doing once he got there.

Their conversation was interrupted by Paris, who shuffled out the door and slid past Max.

"Mr. Medina." She addressed him to be polite, but ignored him completely as she passed them.

"I have to get home." She said simply as she got into her car. Max turned back to Lorelei, ignoring the fact that Rory's worst enemy was just here.

"Yes, Max, I do need something. I need Rory." Lorelei sobbed desperately. Lorelei couldn't stand not knowing where her child was. Her baby, the little tiny thing she had taken care of when she was sixteen, the one who was there for her better than even her parents, the goofy kid who cried when she got an A- on a quiz in sixth grade, the teenager who was her daughter and best friend wrapped up in the same awkward package. Rory was the most important person in the world to her.

"I know, and tomorrow morning the police will start looking, and they'll find her." Max assured her. He was trying to calm her nerves, but it was in vain.

Dean had heard their conversation and considered showing Lorelei the map. But he looked around and realized that Paris had taken it with her. Of course she had.

Dean decided it was time he get home and though everyone hated leaving her alone, everyone went home for the night.

Rory had had the most terrifying and traumatic day of her life. She hadn't spoken a word since the man stopped her on the sidewalk after school the day before, she had been too scared. After she had gotten out of that cramped closet and met face-to-face with her kidnapper, he had beaten her up enough to make her think twice about trying a second escape attempt.

Her lip was busted and bleeding and her head ached more than before. She was sure one of her ribs was broken, and bruises spanned the lengths of her arms. She could hardly remember how it had happened, when he attacked her she tried to shut off her brain so she didn't have to be there. She refused to keep the memories.

Rory was sure her injuries were worse than she could feel, the air was so cold most of her body was numb and she guessed she could only feel about half of the pain she would be feeling if had been summer.

He muttered to himself as he entered the empty closet Rory was being stored in. At the sound of his voice and the flood of light Rory whimpered and cowered into a corner, squinting her eyes as the light beamed into her face.

Rory couldn't move any further away, this time instead of using the tape he used zip ties to attach her hands to a wire shelf near the ground.

Rory wondered what his motive was for kidnapping her, an obvious reason still hadn't shown itself and Rory couldn't help but become curious.

She also wondered why no one had come for her yet. Weren't the police trying to find her? When he tried to grab her shoulder, Rory decided she had had enough and lashed out at him. She managed to kick him in the face with her heel before he put an end to it. Rory was rewarded with a sharp backhand to the face. The force moved her whole body to the right.

Before she had a chance to recover he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up so that she was looking ahead, even though he was standing to her left. Rory was stock-still when she felt the cold barrel of a gun jab into her temple. Her body began shaking with fright as well as cold and it seemed like she stayed in that position for hours when in reality it had only been a few seconds. Rory flinched when she heard a clicking sound and was confused when something flashes in her face instead of something breaking through her skull.

"Phase Two is almost over kid, if you'll just cooperate you'll be out of here by nine-thirty in the morning." He says.