DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gilmore Girls, the characters, the show, any of it. I just think it rocks.

A/N: This is the first Gilmore Girls story I've done, and the first story i've done in a while, so just tell me what you think (nicely, please)! This is pretty much after the ending of Season 6, when Logan's off in London. Two songs that I think go really well with the story/plot are Imogen Heap's "Clear the Area" and "Have You Got It In You?" if you want something to listen to while you read. I suggest these two. Again, I don't own them, they just rock. Please read and review!!! :]

Logan walked back up the steps to his apartment carefully, slowly. Each step he took with precision, his eyes scanning the steps, the walls, the leaves in the bushes, searching for any sort of clue.

Nothing.

Until he got to the top step, and looked at the ground between the wall and his front door. Nestled in the corner was a small, single pearl button. He instantly recalled the coat it belonged to- it was his favorite coat of hers, and she knew how much he loved it when she wore it. And this was the button.

Which meant that he'd been right. She had been right here when it had happened. A single door had separated them, and had kept them separated, and was keeping her away from him and with some kidnapper.

He groaned and hit the door. As he did so, a small, neatly rolled up note dropped to the ground from where it had been perched on the doorknob. He picked it up cautiously and opened it.

Yes, this is real. And I do have her. Give me a call if you want to see her again.

Again, the number was listed underneath the words.

Logan took a deep breath and dialed as he entered the apartment, quickly scanning the room to make sure that the kidnapper wasn't present.

The person picked up after one ring. "Hello, Logan." The voice, though calm, was menacing, frightening.

"Where is she?" Logan said tersely.

"Don't be so testy with me, Logan," said the voice. "She's with me. She's safe, for right now."

"She can't possibly be safe with some sick person like you!" Logan snapped into the phone. "Where is she?" he demanded.

"Not so fast," said the voice on the other line. "I'm not just going to tell you where she is. That would make things so much less fun."

"Where is she?" Logan demanded again.

"Oh, I won't be telling you that," said the voice. "At least not until you do something for me."

"What? What is it?" said Logan. "You want money? You got it."

"No," said the voice. "Not money. I know how easy that is for you to get, Logan." There was a pause. "I know," said the voice. "I want you to fly to Tokyo, and find the largest newspaper there. The main office will be in Tokyo, I'm sure. When you're there, I want you to take all of the files from the year 1981. Once you have them, call me back. We'll go from there."

Logan nodded slowly. He didn't know what he was getting himself into, but it was worth it if it would make Rory safe again.