Hey, everyone!

Thank you for staying with me this long.

I just wanted to say that by now it has become too time comsuming to put in time, place, location for everything.

By know you should have an idea where everyone is located.

If not, message me or review and I will get back into the habit of putting it before

each location.

Anyway, just thought ya'll should know, so back to the story. J

Vin Tanner walked into the makeshift clinic and saw Christ still sleeping and Nikole sitting on the couch, not even realzing he was there until he sat by her.

"You need to get some sleep, sis," he said softly.

"Can't," came the equally soft answer, "eerytime I close my eyes I see it happening all over again."

"Johnathan is on a mission, isn't he?"

At her answering nod, he under stood the fear she had; waking up to an memory that the person you love never coming back.

"I'm right here, Kole," he said, putting an arm around her and pulling her closer, "I'm not going anywhere."

Sleep was pulling at her, but Nikole had to know one thing, before she gave in, "You'll stay, no matter what?"

"No matter what," he confirmed, smiling as her breathing evened out.

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Nikole knew that she was being followed as she made her way to the storage room, and to the exit.

Chris was sound asleep and everyone else was as well, or were putting all they had into the never ending pile of files and didn't notice that she had removed her IV, before slipping past them.

She saw his shadow getting closer and knew what she had to do. The moment she saw him, Nikole had Vin in a chokehold, "Dang it, Sniper! Don't follow me," she hissed, as he tried to pry her arms from his neck.

"You're a backwoods country girl, Bella, I don't think that you would hurt family. We're too much alike for that."

Nikole took that into concideration for a moment, before she finally put him to sleep, "That's why I'm doing this, Vin you're family," she whispered, as she lowered the unconscious man to the ground. "I can't let you stop me," she said, brushing the hair from his face, before placing a kiss on his cheek and rushing to the exit door.

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The snow falling wasn't near as bad as before, as Nikole Morgan went to the locker behind the bar where a small locker was located.

She unlocked it and pulled out a black canvas bag and three smaller cases.

As Nikole took off her jacket and put on her shoulder- holster, she remembered why she loved this job; being able to help people no matter what happens to her, life or death.

She opened up the canvas bag and opened up a small case to find a suture kit, smiling to herself, she ran her hand over the needle, and shook her head; she'd had to use it one too many times, stitching herself up when the need came and became almost as good as her four family members that did them for a living.

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Joe Hardy found himself in an old warehouse, alone and getting very upset with the person who was detaining him, "I demand to be released. I think I know enough about Murphy's Law that I could write several books about it; ask my brother." He turned to leave, "So I'll be going now."

"You have a smart mouth kid, but you get to go join your friend. Now you have to find a way out of here, however there is on thing. The place is booby trapped; individually, it will be very painful, but well the rest we will just leave it to your imagination what will happen."

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Fenton Hardy walked into the hallway in the hotel where his sons were rooming, carrying two deli sacks, and knocked on the door, "Frank, Joe, I've got dinner!" he said. When they didn't answer, he pulled a small pouch from his pocket and had the door unlocked within 30 seconds.

Walking in, he immediately knew something was wrong and pulled out his side arm as he carefully walked in and searched.

"Frank? Joe? Boys, where are you?"

Something caught his eye and he walked over to the closet and cautiously opened the double doors.

"Frank!" He nearly shouted when he saw his first born unconscious in the small space. He felt for a pulse as he called the front desk for their doctor on call, and sighed happily when he felt one.

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Ranger Walker was looking over papers when his phone rang.

Alex Cahill was over at an extra desk going through he files and looked up at her fiancee as his phone rang the second time in five minuets and became worried when he walked out.

"We have a few problems," he said after he called everyone to attention, "Trent Malloy went missing three days ago. Joseph Aaron Hardy went missing earlier this morning; Christopher Adam Larabee was shot this morning as well, and finally, Keirstien Nikolette Morgan is missing now. We know that all three have had a run- in with the Quinn family and this is to be treated as that family untill they are proven innocent."

A ranger in the back raised his hand, "I have one small question, sir. With all due respect, why have people in Hawaii helping us with this case, when we have all the equipment here?"

"That's a good question. We needed the ladies to have something to do, and keep them safe. I actually have them being monitored to protect them, and no one knows that they are helping us.

But back at the case at hand; Larabee and Morgan are Special Ops. They won't stay down long and with this being the eye of the storm and not only is their electricity out, so are the phones in their area.

If Morgan left on her own free will, she is walking into a serious predicament. We are expecting more snow and it is going to be nothing short of a white- out. She could freeze to death as could the rest of the team that's there."

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Fire trucks surrounded the small house, as it engulfed into flames again, as the fire hit the water heater. Chris Larabee emerged from the truck he was driving, Buck Wilmington hot on his heels, "SARAH! ADAM!" he yelled, trying to get to the burning house. Buck pulled his best friend back, "Chris, it's too late. There's nothing you can do."

Chris fought with Buck trying to reach the house, finally breaking away, until he was tackled when he nearly reached the house. One moment Buck was on top of him trying to calm him, the next a fist hit his jaw. Last thing he remembered was the apologetic look of Buck Wilmington.

Chris jerked awake, only to have JD put his hand on his chest, "Chris," he said quietly, "don't move. Please, Chris," the last part was almost a plea.

Was he hurt more than he originally thought?

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Ezra looked at Nathan, Carlos and Butch, while the others were looking over the files, "Our beloved Miss Morgan, has preformed a rather unentertaining disappearing act on us, and it seems that dear Mr. Tanner has accompanied her."

"No, he didn't," a voice from the back room answered.

The men turned and saw Vin Tanner standing there, rubbing his neck, "She done got the drop on me."

Nathan walked over to him and led him to a chair, "What'd she do?"

"Put me in a headlock. I thought she was going to let me go, but…," he let the sentence drop.

"'But' what?" asked Carlos, as the medic looked the sniper over.

"She's in survival mode. And the only way to get her out is to go slowly. I trained her," he added barely above a whisper.

Nikole walked through the snow and pulled her leather jacket a little closer as a gang came out of the shadows, "Well, well, well, what have we here, boys?" a Spanish man said, "A little senorita is lost. Why don't we show her the way back home?"

Nikole glared at the man; back home, she could deal with the Mexican gangs, but here, here was a different story. She knew none of the leaders out here in Dallas, but knew she could at least try.

"Do ya'll know how to get to Denton, rapido?"

The gang laughed and stepped forward, removing knives, as Nikole just stood there and shook her head; somethings never change.

Nikole stumbled into the alley way. She had won; taking out all six members and left the fray with a laceration along her side. She smiled to herself as she pulled out the suture kit, "This is going to hurt like crap," she hissed as she treaded the needle.

Sacrifice or death?

One life or many?

Family or nothing? Those questions ran through her mind, reminding her why she had left the family she had without a word.

Trent Malloy

Trent Malloy knew what was going to happen. He had heard his captors talking and realized that they wouldn't stop until they had killed all involved in arresting their family members.

He sighed as he started putting names together for that list of companions he knew he would soon be getting.

Christopher Larabee had made an attempt at arresting the oldest boy, Matthew, but that didn't go too well when they were ambushed and all but Josiah and Nathan were injured in that run-in.

Joeseph Hardy had sent their uncle to prison, where he had been killed in prison.

Devlin Tanner was in the same boat as Chris was, no doubt about that.

Then there was Nkolette Morgan. She had brought down two uncles in the Quinn family.

God, how long had it been since he had thought of her? He, Chris and Vin had taken in the hardheaded, stubborn brat and soon learned that they all had something in common.

Larabee had lost everything; wife, son, the will to live, and forced his best friend away.

Tanner never had anything he could call his own, being bounced around from foster home to foster home until he was 12, then he became a runaway.

Morgan was an orphan who pushed everyone and everything away even after finding her family when she was almost 17.

After the four of them met, they become very close.

Chris took to being best friend and confident very seriously.

Vin may of had nothing, but he had plenty to give; Chris his life, Nikole a big brother, and Trent a good friend.

Nikole gave them trust; the best thing she could, because they had earned it and she never trusted anyone.

Trent was unsure what he had given the makeshift family, but he hoped it was just as good as what he'd received.