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Jamie started to cry out in surprise, but a hand covered his mouth.

"You stay quiet, boy," a voice hissed harshly. Jamie froze. Dad, he thought to himself. He was turned around so that they were facing. Then, he was pinned against the wall.

"Where's your sister?" Charles demanded.

"You think I'd tell you that?" Jamie retorted. He let out a cry of pain as his father put pressure on his shoulder blade.

"You got your sister sick, you put her here. Now…where is she?" the man demanded again.

"Forget it," was the boy's answer.

"Wrong answer, kid," Charles told him, as he threw him against the wall. "Where is she?" he asked again.

"Cal!" Jamie yelled. He was thrown against the wall again.

"You shut your mouth, boy," his father snarled. Jamie panted nervously.

"Cal!" Jamie called again. Charles tightened his grip on Jamie.

"You better shut up, boy," he growled. "I'm gonna ask you one more time: where's Emily?" he questioned.

"Forget it. I'll never tell you," Jamie answered. The man reared back a hand and slapped him repeatedly.

"CAL!" the boy shouted. The sound of running footsteps reached their ears.

"I'll be back for you, boy," he warned, then threw him to the floor and took off. Kal and the squad entered the room soon after.

"Jamie, what happened?" Val asked, helping him up.

"He--he was here. He was looking for Emily," Jamie answered.

"I'll call the station. Have them put an APB out on him," Cal said, and then pulled out a cell phone and did so. Jamie painfully rushed to the room where Emily was, as the squad remained in the doorway. To his surprise, she was still awake.

"Hey, kiddo. What are you doing up?" he questioned.

"I heard some noises. They were scary," she answered.

"It was nothing. Just a little misunderstanding," he assured her, carefully sitting on the bed.

"Why are you moving funny?" Emily wondered.

"I slept funny," Jamie told her. He hated lying to her, but he couldn't tell her what had happened. She didn't even know about their father. "Um, why don't you get back to sleep, kiddo?" he suggested.

"Will you tell me a story?" Emily requested.

"What kind of story?" Jamie asked.

"About the Queen," Emily said.

"The Queen? All right," Jamie agreed. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful Queen who married a King. Soon after, they had a son, a Prince. They were very happy, but the Queen wanted another child, a daughter--" he began.

"A Princess!" Emily interrupted.

"Yeah, a Princess," Jamie smiled. "Well, the King and Queen tried very hard, until the Queen got her wish. Unfortunately she died soon after, and the Prince had to take over because the King wasn't well. And the Prince loved the Princess very much, and they lived together happily ever after in a small, but comfortable castle," he told her. The others looked at each other. Even if Emily hadn't understood the underlining meaning, they had. Something had happened between Jamie and his father that had caused him to take Emily and leave their father.

"But what about the King? What do you mean, he wasn't well?" Emily wondered. The squad looked at each other. How would Jamie explain this?

"Well, the King was very sad after the Queen died, and he handled it badly, treating the Prince badly," Jamie told her.

"He sounds mean. I hope the King got what he deserved," Emily stated.

"He did, Kiddo. The Prince got the King expelled from the kingdom, and that's why they lived in a small castle instead of a large one," Jamie answered. Then, "You've had your story. Now go to sleep." Emily hunkered down into her bed. He smoothed back her hair.

"Hey, you feel a lot cooler here, kiddo. I guess your fever's broken," he said in relief. Cal came up behind him

"Why don't you get some sleep yourself?" he suggested, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I--I don't want to leave her. What if Dad comes back? He'll take her for sure," Jamie stated.

"I'll talk to the head doctor. I'm sure they'll let you stay here," Cal said.

"Thanks," Jamie answered. Cal walked over to the group.

"What else are you going to do?" Alex wondered.

"I'm going to give the hospital staff a description of Charles Waite. I'm sure they've seen him, but I'll tell them that he's not allowed to be back in," Cal answered.

"Hey, look. Jamie's totally out," Val noted. The others looked to see the boy fast asleep.

"Can you blame him? He's had quite a morning," Catie commented.

"Oh, us too. I need some sleep myself," Val stated.

"Yeah, I so do not wanna be called tomorrow," Hank declared with a yawn.

"I hear that," Tyler agreed.

"You guys go on home and get some sleep. There's nothing more you can do," Alex instructed.

"Thanks. We'll be back to visit them later," Catie promised. With that, they all walked out. When the kids got to their respective homes, they went to their beds and fell fast asleep. Meanwhile, Jamie's sleep had become labored. Jamie was back in his old house, trying to find a place.

"JAMIE! DON'T YOU MAKE ME SEARCH FOR YOU, BOY!" his father bellowed. Jamie panted and ducked into a closet. Please, please, please, please, please, he thought frantically. The door opened to reveal his father.

"I told you not make me search for you," the man snarled, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him close. With a gasp, Jamie jerked awake.

"A dream. It was just a dream," he said in relief. The door burst open! Jamie gasped and stood in front of Emily protectively.

"You're not getting her," he said.

"Did you really think you could keep her from me?" the man demanded. He grabbed him and threw him against the wall. "I'm gonna make you pay for disobeying me, boy," he threatened. He raised back a hand.

"NO!" Jamie shouted.

"Jamie, it's just a nightmare!" he heard Cal shout.

"No, please!" Jamie cried, jerking awake. He panted, and looked around, noticing that he had fallen onto the ground.

"Jamie. You're okay. It was just a bad dream," Alex told him. Cal held the boy in his arms.

"He's not getting Emily. I'll die before that happens," Jamie choked out. Cal held shushed Jamie and held him close. Alex stared in shock. What was going on? He had never seen Jamie like this. Jamie clung to Cal and began to sob.