Rachel stood there in a daze. What had she done? Her daughter wasn't with her. She wasn't with Monica, and she wasn't with Ross. Her head began to spin and she felt herself begin to shake. Where was she, had she lost her daughter forever? And it was all her fault. A mother should be able to look after her own child. All of a sudden she came crashing back down to Earth as she saw Ross walking towards her.
"Ross, Ross!" Rachel ran over to her fiancé in floods of tears.
"Honey, what's wrong? Has something happened, are you nervous?" Ross asked, concerned, as he enveloped her in a hug. Rachel pushed back and looked into his eyes, he could tell by her facial expression that she was serious.
"What is it?"
"It's Emma, we can't find her! We had her at home, and we were dressing her up, and then, I think she was in the car, but I don't remember! And then, then, oh my god! I'm a terrible mother! I can't even remember to bring my baby!"
Tears streamed down her face as she tried to explain to Ross what had happened. Ross stood in shock for a moment, before steadying her by grabbing her arms.
"Rach." He said, lifting her chin up.
"It'll all be okay. We'll go back to the apartment now, and check the car. Everywhere we can think of. I'll get Monica to ask the others if they've seen her and we'll have everybody looking. Come with me."
Ross lead Rachel back to the car where they took the front two seats, Ross driving. He put Rachel's hand in his own and felt how shaky she had become.
The twenty minute journey seemed to take hours, and neither of them could wait to get home to see if they really had left their daughter there. Just around the corner from their building, Rachel's cell phone began to ring. She didn't want to talk to anyone, not right now, so she left it to ring. After it had stopped, she felt guilty and had thought it might be something to do with Emma, so she opened her purse and saw that it was Monica. She had left a voicemail, so Rachel played her new messages.
"One new message. Monica mobile. Today, 1.06pm."
"Rach, listen. I've asked everyone, and nobody's seen her. We're all looking together, and we'll find her honey, don't you worry. The only person I can't get hold of to ask is Chandler, he left his cell with me and has gone to buy some confetti. I don't think he knows that Emma's missing, so I'm going to the shop now to look for him so he can help us search. Love you, and I'll see you soon. With Emma."
BEEP.
Rachel's eyes filled with tears again. She had secretly hoped that it would be somebody calling to tell her that they'd found Emma. That everything was going to be okay. That she could go back to their rehearsal dinner now. But that hope was gone. She slowing reached down and put the phone back into her bag, and then turned to look at Ross. He gulped.
"And?"
"Nothing."
Ross sighed. His eyes were now overcome by the presence of tears, his vision was blurry and he couldn't concentrate on driving, not with his baby daughter missing.
Ross pulled up by the side of their building and Rachel swung the door open before the car had even stopped, taking off her high heels and running through the door. Ross quickly followed and stood by her as they anxiously waited for the doors of the lift to open. Rachel slammed the wall with her fist and began cursing, attracting some attention from around the room. But soon after, the doors opened and Ross ordered the lift to go up to the fourth floor. Yet another anxious wait. As soon as the hallway was visible, both Ross and Rachel launched themselves to their apartment door labelled '3B'. Hands shaking, Ross turned the key in the lock and slowly opened the door.
Five minutes, Ten minutes, half an hour passed. They had to face the fact that anymore searching would simply be useless. Emma wasn't there. She wasn't at home. She was out somewhere, somewhere she didn't know in a big city. And all Ross and Rachel could do was fear for the worst. Both sobbing, hand in hand, they one again sat down in the car. Doors shut. Engine on. Foot down. Tears running. Phone ringing. It was Ross' this time. He was driving, so he handed it to Rachel, it was Monica again. Rachel flipped it open, and answered with nothing but a sigh. And then she heard it, the three words that made her heart skip a beat.
"We've got her."
That was all it took for Rachel to scream out in joy. She threw the phone on the floor and flung her arms around Ross' neck.
"THEY'VE GOT HER, ROSS! THEY FOUND HER! WE CAN GO BACK NOW! EMMA'S FINE, I'VE GOT MY BABY BACK!" Ross couldn't believe it. He immediately pulled the car over and slammed on the breaks, allowing him to return Rachel's hug.
"Everything's going to be okay now, Ross."
Ten minutes later, the soon to be 'Gellers' arrived back at the hall in which their rehearsal dinner was being held. As their car reached the parking area, they could see Monica and Chandler standing outside, holding Emma, with great big smiles spread across their faces. As quick as a flash of lighting, Ross and Rachel were over there next to them, cradling Emma as they cried with joy. Finally, Ross looked up and spoke to Monica.
"Where was she?" He asked, curious. Rachel also looked up at this point.
"Well." Monica replied.
"This is the part you might get mad at."
"Why would we get mad at you?" Rachel asked.
"You were the ones that found her."
"No, well not exactly." Said Chandler, sounding nervous.
"What do you mean not exactly?" Inquired Ross. Monica stepped forward.
"I was the one that found her."
"Oh okay, so Chandler didn't find her with you?" Ross questioned as he stroked Emma's hair. At this point, Chandler seemed even more nervous than before. He coughed to clear his throat before he began to speak.
"No, you see, umm, well. I was um, kinda…"
"Oh Chandler would you just speak?" Monica butted in. Then, thanks to his wives assertive comment, Chandler finished what he was trying to say.
"I was the one who took her."
Update soon-ish. Maybe. :L