(A/N) Hello Tadahoney shippers and BH6 fan-peeps! I realized that I left you guys in the dust after the last chapter, so here's what happens later the next morning so you get a sense of what happened. Just as well I edited 'The Courtroom part 2' and 'Monsterous Shame' because I felt there was some info missing. If You've already read the chapter before 5/4/16, I would suggest you reread it because I placed some more details critical to later on in the story. Sorry for any inconvenience! –Author orabel88770

Honey POV

The sound of tires screeching against asphalt and horns honking woke me up from a much-needed sleep. My eyes opened to a world where everything was on its side. I lifted my head and rested my body on my elbows. I found myself on the couch of my small living room in my apartment. Immediately I sat up straight, confused. I shook my head side-to-side, and blinked hard to ensure I was indeed on my light gray linen couch. I was.

"What the..." I murmured.

How'd I get here? Last I remember, I was on the wood floor of my kitchen, sobbing myself to sleep. I looked to the side of my couch, only to find my foggy glass door, to my small three by four foot patio, opened to a slight degree. Raising myself from the couch, I walked slowly to the opened door. When I reached it, my hand clutched the brass handle and slid the door open further. I walked, barefooted, on the cold metal patio. It was evident thatg no one was on it. I reached for the handle to close the door behind me, but froze as my hand met the metal…

It was still warm. Jerking my hand away, I walked backwards quickly, only to be stopped by a moaning rail. Turning around, I clenched onto the rusted iron railing and peered below, only to find zooming cars passing by on the faded asphalt road. No one was under the patio, as well. I turned around and leaned on the rickety railing, crossing my arms and looking down, thinking about who could've broken into my apartment, and why… while being dumb enough to leave the door open.

Once more, I looked around the patio. But found nothing. I began pacing my small patio, searching for a sign. After seemed hours, realization dawned upon me.

"Wait… The kitchen…"

I walked inside the apartment hurriedly, but slowly sliding the glass door closed and locking it to ensure to more 'B and E's. I swiftly ran to the kitchen. As soon as I turned the corner of my wall divider I did a double take… It was gone. The tea, the shattered teacup… it disappeared. The person who broke in… wasn't attempting harm, but preventing harm. Hesitantly I walked to where the mess should've been, sitting down next to the teacup's crime scene. I brought my knees to my chest, and wrapped my arms around them. I stared straight at the cupboards in my kitchen's island.

The culprit had to be someone I knew. That had someone had to already have known who I was. Someone who knew who the people around me was. Someone who… who knew where I lived, and where I kept the key to my apartment. Someone I could've trusted. Someone who wasn't Tadashi… wait…

"Callaghan…" Left my mouth.

It had to be. Yesterday, he was kidnapped from his trial, kidnapper with a generic car for getaway and left as fast as possible. Leaving the police in the dust. Gogo got the license plate, but the number wasn't on record. Not for the United States, at least. But whose to say he was kidnapped… It could've been a scheme… Callaghan did not restrain one bit, letting the kidnapper take him away almost too easily. The kidnapper wasn't an actual kidnapper, it was a friend to help Callaghan stowaway. A friend… A friend, who wore a fedora, shadowing half his face.

An alarm went off; I shot up from my sitting position and yelped in surprise. Now standing on my feet with full awareness, I looked at the clock on my small microwave, '11:50' and moaned. My aching head soared with remembrance of the events that took place yesterday and I realized I promised to meet the gang at twelve. I darted to my bedroom. Stripping Tadashi's San Fransokyo ninja t-shirt off of my thin body, revealing nothing but skin. Quickly I threw on my nude bra and white lace thong. I had no time for tights; therefore I threw on a peach sweater and maroon pleated skirt. I picked up my pale pink stilettoes and purse, and ran. I ran as fast as my long legs could carry me. I may not have been a state champion in running like Gogo, but I knew how to sprint. I raced out the apartment door, slamming it behind me and dashed down the apartment complex's stairs two at a time.

Bolting on the sidewalk, stilettoes in hand and purse strewn over my shoulder, I checked to see where I was and where to go.

"Hiro, hold on." I whispered.

Aunt Cass's café was on the West side of town, I was on the Southwest… meaning I had to run. No… sprint eleven and three fourths of a mile away… 11.75 miles away… I took my phone out of my purse and checked the time: 12:00. Rush hour has started, meaning it would take more than an hour to get to Hiro and the gang, if I can get a cab. I tossed my phone in the purse and stared at the stilettoes my hand was grasping onto. Useless… but still, cute. I shoved them in my large purse, and elongated the purse's strap to strew it across my torso. Once I did so, I sprinted. My lungs were on fire within minutes. My pulse was racing and I knew it only be a matter of time that I'd fall unconscious or be unable to continue because of my asthma and Arrthymias.