Whoops! Forgot the disclaimer on the last chapter, but I did not then, nor do I now, nor have I ever, owned anything that would result in me getting rich, and it's a huge shame really.

Mac was concerned. He'd tried to call Martin at least ten times in the last few hours. Mac couldn't remember one time when Martin hadn't answered his cell. He was being ridiculous, but still. There was only one way to be sure. He got up and grabbed his keys, and cellphone. As an afterthought he quickly dialed Ruthie's cell. Martin could be with her, maybe he just left his cell at home.

T-bone froze. Ruthie's butt was ringing. "Who is it?" he hissed at her. She slowly reached for her back pocket. She was freaking out inside, but she tried to look calm. There was no reason to make T-bone think she was unnerved.

"It's Mac," she looked over at Martin as he eyed T-Bone's pistol.

"Answer it," he demanded. "But tell him anything, and Brewer's taking a bullet." She nodded.

"Hey," Mac heard Ruthie's breathless voice, and immediately realized something was off.

"Hi Ruthie," He began. "Is everything ok? Because Martin didn't answer his phone, and you know how Martin answers the phone for everyone."

"No, it's not right, he even answers if he knows it's a telemarketer."

Ruthie was hoping that Mac would pick up on the slight strain she put on the word no. "What's going on Ruthie? You and Martin are all right aren't you?" She let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "No, we're just hanging out." She glanced over at T-Bone trying to see if he was growing impatient.

"Hang up," T-Bone spat out at her.

"Who was that Ruthie?" Mac asked a second later.

"Don't worry about it," She said before hanging up the phone.

T-Bone demanded that she turn off the phone. He ripped it out of her hand. "Get in the house," He walked to the porch shoving Martin, before Ruthie got a chance to process what he had said. She ran over and jerked the door open, ushering the boys into the house.

What is going on, Mac wondered to himself as he thought over his conversation with Ruthie. Something wasn't right, he just had no clue what it was. He made up his mind, and decided to call Kevin. After he explained the call to Kevin, Kevin told him to wait outside, if he got to the Camden's first. Mac arrived before Kevin, and remembered his request, but he was worried for Ruthie. He made the worst decision of his life. He went to the front door, and knocked.

"Who is that?" T-bone barked at Ruthie.

"I don't know," she answered trying not to stare at the gun in his hand. He grinned widely and stood up.

"I think I'm gonna answer the door." His voice was like ice, unattached and cold. She looked over at him, glaring.

"What are you going to do?" He just grinned and put a finger to his lips.

"Shut up," He raised the gun to chest level, and rested his finger on the trigger before opening the door.

Alright, an Authors Note here, I'm only getting like one to three reviews per chapter, so before I write the next chapter I'd like five reviews for this. It's not asking much, because I know this story is on fourteen alert lists, so it shouldn't be too awful to come up with five reviews, right?