"Where are you taking me!?" Paris screamed as Tristan pulled the car out of the warehouse and began speeding down a backstreet.

"Somewhere away from here," Tristan replied, making a sharp right turn, "why don't you try to get some sleep?"

"You want me to try to get some sleep alone in this car with you?" Paris asked, laughing sarcastically.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Tristan replied, staring staight ahead as he made another sharp turn.

"Why don't you just take me back home?" Paris replied, "I won't tell anyone and you can keep the car." Tristan rolled his eyes as he turned down a dirt road on the outskirts of the town.

"I'm not taking that chance, sorry," he replied. Paris sighed loudly and leaned her head back against the seat.

It was still dark outside when the car coming to a stop woke Paris up. She glanced out the window and saw the lights from the convenience store the car was parked beside. She chanced a glance at the driver's side and groaned when she noticed that even though Tristan wasn't in the car, the keys were not in the ignition.

Tristan stood at the counter paying for the chips and coke he had came in for when the news on the small tv caught his attention. He tried to hide the surprised look on his face when he saw Paris's car being reported as stolen. He quickly paid for the food and walked back out of the store to climb back inside the car. He started the car and drove off.

"I just saw your car posted on tv as stolen ," Tristan whispered, barely loud enough for Paris to hear him.

"That's too bad," Paris answered, "I hope you get caught."

"I did not kidnap you," Tristan replied through his teeth.

"Who's going to believe you?" Paris shot back, smiling out the passenger side window.

"Can you call someone for me and explain what happened?" Tristan asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice for having to ask her for anything.

"No, I don't think I can," Paris responded.

"I'll give you your car back," Tristan answered, the desperation noticable in his voice.

"Okay," Paris answered, plotting her next move as she stared out the window.

Paris climbed out of the car and followed Tristan into the ski lodge. She waited on a huge leather sofa as he checked in.

As they walked into the room they were staying in, Tristan pointed toward the phone on the bedside table.

"Make that phone call," he said, annoyance still in his voice, "I'm going to get the bags. Don't do anything stupid."

Rory answered the phone after the third ring.

"Hello," Rory said, waiting impatiently for the answering voice.

"Rory?" Paris asked, "it's me. I know where I am."

"Where?!" Rory asked, excitedly searching her desk for a pen.

"I'm up north at a ski lodge called South Ridge," Paris replied quickly, listening carefully for Tristan's footsteps outside the door.

"Okay," Rory answered, "are you still in the state?"

"I'm not sure," Paris replied, glancing nervously toward the door.

"We'll find you," Rory replied.

"Okay," Paris answered, "I have to go. I hear him coming back now."

Tristan walked back through the door just as Paris hung up the phone.

"Everything cool?" he asked, sitting the bags down at the foot of the bed.

"Perfect," Paris answered.

Well, here is the next chapter. Please review and let me know what you think :)