Katrina woke up chained to a long, metal table. She attempted to sit up, but her chains prevented her. She sighed, giving up, before letting her head fall back against the table. Katrina tried to remember what had happened, but couldn't, because she felt a searing pain engulfing her entire body. She winced in pain, before finally falling back into unconsciousness.

~0o0o0o0~

"So, you're just telling us that we are supposed to just give up on searching for our daughter? Is that what you're saying?" Mr. Blackwell exploded, slamming his fist on the table.

Alex couldn't stop the involuntary jump. He sighed, knowing that the detective was giving up, probably because Alan Blunt had paid him or something along those lines. He quickly stood up, to hold back Mr. Blackwell, who appeared as though he was about to strangle the aloof detective.

"Get out!" Alex yelled at the detective, finally losing his patience. He was almost willing to let loose Mr. Blackwell, who was proving to be quite a handful. He had had enough of this detective's attitude. This detective didn't even seem to care that a very influential businessman's daughter had disappeared. It appeared to Alex, as though this man thought it as just an everyday occurrence.

The detective stalked out the door, slamming it behind him. Mrs. Blackwell looked exasperatedly at Mr. Blackwell and Alex. She looked as though she was ready to reprimand them both.

"Harry! Please! Do you not think that it isn't difficult enough having to deal with such a horrible detective and your missing daughter without your husband getting carried away?" Mrs. Blackwell looked as though she was on the brink of breaking down.

Mr. Blackwell walked carefully over to his wife, before gently patting her shoulder. He then held her, as she clutched him, sobbing into his shirt.

Alex watched them, moved at the bond that they shared. He then looked over at Blair, and saw her looking pale. Blair almost immediately noticed his observation of her, and smiled flirtatiously at him, regaining her normal color.

Alex stared at her, disgusted, before excusing himself and leaving the Blackwell's wreck of a house. The entire household was suffering from the shifting emotions of Mr. and Mrs. Blackwell, as well as Blair's.

~0o0o0o0~

The lady walked back into Arnold's shabby apartment building. She grimaced as she saw the mold, and the water dripping down from the ceiling. She then saw Arnold relaxing on an over-stuffed armchair, and steeling her nerves, pressed on to do what she had come here to do. The lady walked towards Arnold's desk, and putting her hands on both sides of the desk, looked Arnold full in his face.

"I want you to release Katrina! You never said anything about her disappearing! I just simply asked you to break up the relationship between my sister and her English boyfriend!" Blair burst out. She was about ready to punch Arnold in his jaw.

"You told me that you wouldn't mind the methods I used…" Arnold said in his usual purring voice. He grinned at her, maliciously, knowing that she didn't know everything that had been done to her sister.

"I…I…I never said such a thing! Oh…" Blair remembered, "That wasn't me though! That was Sabina! She was the one who said that, I never agreed with her…did I? You aren't supposed to answer that!" Blair shrilly screamed.

Arnold laughed hollowly, before nodding to Hugo, his bodyguard. Hugo left the room. He turned to face Blair, who looked strained from her outburst. "Would you like to find your sister?"

Blair nodded sullenly.

Arnold nodded again, this time to something behind Blair. "Well…here is your sister."

Hugo pushed the limp Katrina into Blair's stiff arms. Blair stared at her, in shock. She couldn't believe that this bloody girl was her sister, Katrina. She felt her stirring, and stared into Katrina's eyes for a couple seconds, before they closed again.

Blair continued staring at Katrina, not believing that she was actually with her, before being brought back to life, by Arnold's purring.

"Are you happy? You found her. You're family will consider you a hero…" Arnold commented, his voice dripping with sarcasm, before adding, "Until they find out what the actual reason behind her kidnapping was…" He laughed again, hollowly.

Blair stared at him uncomprehendingly, before turning back to Katrina. In that instant, when she looked at Katrina, the true meaning of Arnold's words hit Blair. She looked at the bloody mess in her arms, before whispering her request for Katrina's forgiveness. Blair looked again at Arnold, for the last time, and nodding her head as thanks, she left the apartment.

~0o0o0o0~

Alex jumped out of bed, when he heard his phone blaring Katrina's special ringtone. He rushed over to his writing table, tripping over clothes and suitcases flung around the room, before picking it up. "Katrina?" He asked, desperately hoping to hear her voice.

"Alex?" Katrina croaked. "How…h, how are you?" She could barely form words, because she was so parched. She had been chugging water for the past fifteen minutes, but still couldn't quench her thirst.

"Katrina," Alex sighed, "I'm…I'm doing so much better. How are you? Actually, you don't have to answer that."

"Thanks." Katrina tried to laugh, but failed miserably. It ended coming out sounding like a cough. "Do you…do you want to come over tomorrow? Or today, I guess…"

"Yeah, yeah, I would really enjoy that." Alex breathed heavily.

A Few Weeks Later

"Come in." Katrina yelled over her shoulder. She continued typing on her computer, undisturbed.

She heard her bed springs groan, as someone sat down. She glanced over, and noticed it was Blair. She turned back to her computer screen, continuing her different chats with friends.

Blair cleared her throat nervously, trying to decide how to approach the subject she had come to discuss, Katrina's kidnapping.

Katrina looked at her curiously, giving Blair her full attention. She placed her hands on her lap, and looked at Blair, cocking her head, earning a small laugh from Blair.

Blair finally decided how to approach it, and began. "So…did you enjoy your time? During your kidnapping, is what I mean."

Katrina stared at her incredulously. She shook her head furiously. "Are you out of your mind? What the heck would make you think that I "enjoyed" my time? No, no…you try being kidnapped, raped, everything! And then, you can come back and ask me if I "enjoyed" my time!" Tears escaped her eyes, as she shouted, her voice cracking in between, before standing up and flinging her arms everywhere. She finally flung herself, tired, back onto her chair.

Blair stared in wonder at her younger sister. Katrina had seemed so happy, and full of life, that she would never have guessed the things that haunted her. She could see from Katrina's eyes that these issues often kept her up at night.

"I…I, well, how do I say this…" Blair began awkwardly. Now that she knew about what had happened during the few weeks of Katrina's disappearance, she felt even more reluctant to tell her about her involvement. "I, I planned it. Sabina and I, we planned for you to get kidnapped, we didn't want you to be with Alex, so we decided that we would break you both up, by making you disappear." She ran through her explanation of her involvement. She began crying into her hands, as she continued. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for anything serious to happen! I am so stupid; I made such a huge mistake!" Blair looked up at Katrina, with her bloodshot eyes. "Will…will you please, please forgive me? Please!"

Katrina got onto her knees, and taking Blair's tear-stained hands, put her face next to them. "Of course I forgive you." She then looked up at Blair, and smiled painstakingly. Katrina did forgive her, she honestly did. It would just take a while, getting used to the fact that her sister, her own blood, had arranged for this horrifying event to happen to her. But she loved Blair, and was determined to forgive her, and put the past behind her and Blair.

Blair slipped to the ground, and began to cry into Katrina's shoulder. Katrina patted her shoulders sympathetically, tears pouring down her face.

~0o0o0o0~

Katrina stared into her hands, and let the tears flow. She didn't know what to do. She had just found out that her sister had arranged for her kidnapping, and now she had this on top of that. She didn't know how to break the news to Alex and her family.

She was pregnant. Katrina was pregnant.

As she realized the impact of the news, she allowed the sobs to overcome her body. She began to shake uncontrollably, as she cried continuously.