A/N: Well I thought I would start early on the updating thing since I won't be allowed online until probably three in the afternoon until four-thirty or so. Thanks to all who reviewed although I haven't seen specifically who did since I got offline directly after posting the new chapter and haven't been online since... hope you enjoyed the last chapter and that you enjoy this one.

Disclaimer: Four Brothers isn't mine, because if it were, Jack wouldn't have died. He will always live on in fanfictions.

Grand Theft Autumn

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Chapter Six: Babysitter

Jack dropped the phone on the couch and sank into one of the chairs. He was no closer to finding Becky now than he was before. He felt even worse because although unintentionally, this was all his fault. Bobby paced around the room, waiting for Jack to say something. When he didn't, Bobby took charge.

"Alright, alright, so this asshole thinks he can mess with the Mercers? If he knew about the shooting, Jack, and was one of the ones behind it, then he should already know he can't mess with us. So any idea who this jackass is?" Bobby asked. He glanced over at Alex, who was still somewhat disbelieving that her little sister was kidnapped. Shouldn't the police be involved?

"No, I don't. He said he knows me... and that I know him. But a lot of good that does when I can't recognize his voice. Its familiar, but I can't match it with any face. Or even a name." Jack ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "The problem is, we're no closer to finding Becky, and its dangerous for us to look for her because he'll grab any of you. He said as much... just because you're all people I care about." Jack didn't notice the smile that had briefly lit Alex's face, but Jeremiah did. He said nothing, since it wasn't the time.

"Well... what about the police. Can't they—?" Alex asked. Jack shook his head.

"I already called them, and they said that until she's been missing for twenty-four hours..."

"They can't do a thing." Jeremiah finished for him. Jack nodded.

"Exactly. Which is bullshit. What if in that twenty-four hours, someone was actually killed but the police wouldn't look because the twenty four hours wasn't up? Then what would they do? I hate cops," Jack added. He immediately regretted mentioning the possibility of someone being killed before the twenty four hours was up, because Alex's eyes started to water a little. He tried to say something, but didn't know what he could say.

"Alex... Becky won't be killed. I'll personally make sure of that," Jack replied. He didn't know if that was comforting to Alex or not, but she wiped her eyes and smiled a weak smile.

"Thanks."

The room was darkly lit, with only a small lantern to light it up. Becky was lying on an old mattress that was on the floor, and she was gagged. At the moment she was also asleep, as her captive had used a substance doctors used to knock Becky right out for quite awhile. He could do anything to her if he wished—after all, she wouldn't feel the pain until she woke up. But he wasn't the type to do that, and besides, he didn't want to leave any trace of himself behind on the girl, in case the Mercers did manage to find her. It was unlikely, but a possibility that couldn't be crossed out so quickly. He refused to be a careless captor. Now that he was off the phone with Jack, he could get to more important matters... mainly, figuring out who he would go after next. There was Jack's brothers... they were very close. But the thought of kidnapping Bobby Mercer, or Jeremiah or Angel, didn't fly for him. The brothers were strong and would need to be weakened first before he could kidnap them. Alex... she was someone that Jack would miss terribly if she were gone. And like Becky, Jack would want to find Alex. They were... friends. Now that he thought about it, it seemed like a perfect idea: kidnap Alex, and kidnap Jack's 'girlfriend' Rachael. Jack probably wouldn't even notice that Rachael was missing, but he would notice Alex missing. And how would Rachael feel if Jack did manage to find them, when Jack knew Alex was missing and went to find her and Becky, but until finding them, never knew Rachael had been kidnapped also? That way, he thought, if Jack does somehow manage to find them, I will have extra time to stop him from leaving with them, as Rachael will surely want to talk things out right there, at that exact moment. She seems the type who would, an idiot at heart. The man laughed, and he glanced at his file on Alex. He had a file on all the brothers, and on all the people in their lives. It made it easier to know who to kidnap that would bother them the most.

Jack, Bobby, Angel and Jeremiah that night went around asking people if they had seen a little girl anywhere, and showed them a picture that Alex had reluctantly given them. Majority of people said no, and the ones who did see her, saw her with 'that nice girl who volunteers at the hospital her grandmother works at'. It wasn't a lot of help, if there were no witnesses who had seen her being taken away. Finally they moved over to where the babysitter lived. She had returned home, since there was no longer a child to babysit. Bobby rang the bell.

"Hello," he replied when a lady stuck her head out. "I'm Bobby Mercer. These are my brothers, Jack, Angel, and Jeremiah. We were wondering if we could talk to your daughter, the one that was babysitting Rebecca." the lady knew who he was talking about at once, Bobby could tell that, but she shook her head.

"I'm sorry Mr. Mercer, but there is no girl here who babysat a Rebecca." she replied, attempting to shut the door but Jack put his arm in the doorway and pushed it back open.

"I don't think you understand what my brother meant," Jack replied firmly. The woman glanced at them all, but still stuck with her story.

"Sir, I don't think you understand what I said. Which part of, "there is no girl here who babysat a Rebecca," don't you understand?" the woman asked rudely. Jack smirked and laughed, but not a laugh to show he was amused.

"Oh, so you want to get smart. Listen to me, and listen good. Rebecca, or as her sister and her friends call her, Becky, went missing on your daughter's watch. She was kidnapped. Not only could your daughter be in danger, but the rest of her family as well. Eventually the police will come and ask for your daughter, and what will you do then? Tell them she's dead? Not likely. So you have about ten seconds to let us in there, and get your daughter down to talk with us." Jack replied. The woman looked repulsed.

"You actually think that I will follow a timer?" she asked.

"Seven seconds," Jack replied, looking at his watch. The woman moved away from the doorway and ushered them in. She motioned for them to sit on the couch, and she called her daughter down.

"Gabriel! Could you please come downstairs? There are four men here who would like to talk to you about Rebecca," She glanced at them, not at all pleased that they had managed to convince her to let them in her home. They looked like the sort of trouble that she didn't want her daughter near, but there wasn't much she could do now that she had invited them in her house. A young girl, probably only just twelve, entered the living room. She didn't look happy, or angry, that she had been called down to talk about Rebecca. Instead, she looked scared. She sat down on a chair across from them and stared at the ground.

"Hey, Gabriel is it?" Jack asked. Bobby just gave him a look that clearly said he thought that Jack was crazy, but Jack ignored it. The girl loosened up a little.

"Yes." she replied softly. Jack sat back in the couch.

"Alright. Well I'm Jack, and these are my brothers Bobby, Jeremiah and Angel. We're friends of Becky, and her older sister Alex. You know Alex right?" Jack asked kindly. Gabriel nodded.

"She's the pretty girl who asks me to babysit Becky." Gabriel replied. She came across as a girl who could be very mature, but when scared, was just like an eight year old all over again. It was often that way with kids, they always seemed younger when they were scared.

"That's right," Bobby cut in. "We wanted to know everything you can tell us about what happened before Becky was kidnapped." Bobby asked. Gabriel looked shocked.

"So... she was kidnapped? I didn't imagine that man talking to me?" Gabriel asked. Jack's head shot straight up. If she remembers him talking to her, maybe she'll remember what he looks like as well! Even a general image could help me remember who he is! Jack thought.

"He talked to you?" Jeremiah asked disbelieving. Gabriel nodded.

"Yes. He told me he wouldn't hurt me, that it was only Becky he wanted. I didn't know what to do, I was starting to get dizzy. He saw that I was starting to sway, and he made me sit down. For a kidnapper, he seemed... almost nice. At least to me, he only wanted Becky... he told me that he had slipped something into my pop when I had got up to go to the washroom. It was what was making me dizzy. He said he would take Becky and when I woke up, he'd be long gone. He said then I could call whoever I wanted. My mom, Alex, the police, anything." Gabriel looked at her feet. "I passed out right after that. I should have tried to stay awake, I should have—"

"You did what you could. When you've been drugged, you have no control over it." Angel replied. He knew from experience, having his own run-in with the wrong people and getting drugged so they could escape. He never pretended he was a saint. Gabriel looked at him gratefully. She had been so afraid that anyone who was friends with Becky, or her sister, or her grandmother, would hate her for not trying harder. She had imagined what Alex would say, but now she felt better. It really wasn't her fault.

"Gabriel, I realize you were already quite dizzy at the time from the drug he slipped in your drink, but can you tell me any information whatsoever about this man? Anything, even the blurriest image can help." Jack replied. Gabriel closed her eyes and tried to picture him again in her mind. It was hard because she had earlier tried very hard to shut the image out, and now she was being asked to remember it again.

"He was... your height," Gabriel replied to Jack. "Fairly tall. He... he had short hair, like Bobby, or Jeremiah's..." she added. She looked at the two of them. "A little more than Jeremiah's, a little less than Bobby's. He was white, but tanned. And... I think he had dark hair. By the time I took notice of that, it was getting blurrier. All I know is he had dark hair. Whether it was brown, black, any of that, I don't know. I couldn't see..." Gabriel was starting to get the thought that it was her fault again in her head, but Jack tried to erase it.

"You've really been a big help, Gabriel. And it isn't your fault. Everyone always blames themselves, but when there is a drug in your system, you can't do much. You can't control it as well. And everyone's systems react differently, so another person may not have even got that much information. I expect the police will want to talk to you also tomorrow, so tell them exactly what you told us, and you'll be fine." Jack replied. Gabriel nodded, but didn't get up. The brothers left the house on their own.

"So did that help you at all?" Bobby asked. Jack nodded.

"Sure. We now know that it isn't a black guy. That narrows it down a bit. At least I know its someone I know. I don't know who still," Jack added. "But I plan to find out. Soon." They got into Bobby's car and drove back home. For now, there wasn't anything else they could do. They were going to check out Alex's apartment, but when she begged them to just once let the police look first, they reluctantly agreed. They could look their afterwards. They'd find out on their own what evidence the police may or may not have found. At least now, they knew that this kidnapper was likely someone who already had a criminal record. After all, the guys that the Mercer's hung out with as kids weren't saints either. That could make matching the fingerprint easier.

"I still kind of wish that Green was still alive," Jack replied. "He may have been just another asshole cop, but at least he seemed to understand what we were going through. He was still a good cop, even if his partner wasn't." They all nodded in agreement. Jack leaned against the car door and stared out the window. There were Christmas lights all over the place, as Christmas was fast approaching. He didn't want Becky to spend Christmas with some strange man that she didn't even know. It didn't seem right. Christmas was to be spent with family, and friends. And if they didn't find her soon, Becky would be spending Christmas with a dangerous kidnapper. If she lived that long.

A/N: Well there's another chapter out for you all, thanks to those who are planning on reviewing. Reviews are what make me continue a story, or update sooner, so review like crazy and I'll update sooner. Sound good? I thought so. Now to be honest, the whole "Becky gets kidnapped" wasn't at all in the rough draft plan for this story, it was just something random I threw in. But I like it and its working well idea-wise for me, so that's good. Besides, it may make this story just that much longer, which is something I'm sure everyone reading this would like. Once its over, its over and I don't know if I'll do another story. I may, and I may not. I just don't know at this time. I suppose it will depend on if I get a new brainstorm for a Four Brothers story. Anyways, don't forget to review!