Disclaimer: Don't own or have a thing to do with BTR.

A/N: So very sorry for the LONG wait. Issues with my wrist, the oldest out of school, applying to a new school for me and starting my own business (do not ever let anyone tell you how easy it is, that you get to make your own hours, and blah, blah, blah...it's hard work, and a 24/7 job). Will work on the next chapter as I have time...lots of sewing to get done too.


"Where's Gustavo?" Jennifer Knight said, pushing herself up to a seated position on the bed she'd passed out on.

"He went down to the front desk to see if they have security footage of Kendall and whomever took him," Kelly said, handing the elder woman a bottle of water.

"What about the police?"

"The concert promoter is taking care of that. We called him while you were out."

"I need to talk to Gustavo," Jennifer said. Ignoring Kelly's protests, she pushed herself from the bed heading for the suite's door. Katie and Kelly followed behind the determined redhead as quickly as they could—barely catching her at the elevator.

The ride down from the third floor was made in tense silence. Mrs. Knight stood before the gold plated doors of the elevator her face set in determination, body rigid. Katie and Kelly could see in her reflection just how frightened the older woman was. Both were torn between reaching out with a comforting touch, and leaving her be. Katie decided as the elevator dropped smoothing in the shaft to leave her be until Gustavo had been spoken to. She was more afraid of breaking down and falling apart if she took her mother's hand than her mother losing control. Kelly decided to wait and see how things played out before offering unwanted support.

The ding of the elevator reaching the lobby level brought Katie and Kelly from their thoughts. The doors had only begun to slide open when Jennifer slipped between them, leaving Katie and Kelly scrambling to catch up. Hustling into the lobby the younger women caught up with the determined red head just as she'd reached where Gustavo leaned against the front desk.

"Are you going to pay? Are you going to bring my baby home?" She said, biting back tears.

"Mrs. Knight," the large man started, in his best compassionate voice, "I'm doing the best I can to get ahold of the tour promoter. The police have been informed and are on their way."

"Are you going to pay to get Kendall back or not, Gustavo? Yes or no?" she said in a tone of voice reserved for only the most dire of circumstances.

"That kind of money isn't exactly liquid to me, Mrs. Knight," he said. "It would take me several days, not hours, to pull that much together. Our tour promoter might be able to get access to money like that faster."

"What about Griffin?" she said, all pretense of the polite, mid-western woman she normally was gone. "Can't he wire you that kind of money in seconds?"

"Griffin's been informed of the situation," the large man began, clearly attempting to choose his words in an effort to not enrage the already upset woman before him.

"And he's not going to do a damn thing, is he?" she said, her green gaze as steely as her tone of voice. "My son is out there making that man money, and he can't be bothered…"

"IT'S…" Gustavo bellowed, cutting the woman's triad off before really beginning, "not really that simple, Mrs. Knight. Griffin has to check with the board before he can just authorize that amount of money to be wired…and it will be passed the deadline by the time the board meets, a decision made and the money wired over. That's why I'm trying to convince the tour promoter to front the money, and Griffin to reimburse him. That's on account the police don't decide to tell us not to pay."

"So we just, what? Wait?" She said letting her arms fall to slap her hips. "Just sit tight and hope between the police, Griffin and the promoter Kendall's brought home? He was beaten bloody, Gustavo; or don't you remember that text?!"

"Of course I remember," he said.

"Excuse me," a shrill mail voice, followed by a nervous chuckle, said interrupting the loud discussion. "Couldn't help but overhear your discussion. But I do believe that I may be able to help you." Another chuckle escaped the man's lips, causing Jennifer and Gustavo, both, to shiver. The man's nervous was as creepy as it was sad.

"And how, exactly, do you propose to help?" Katie said, stepping to stand next to her mother.

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Kendall ran fast as he could force his legs to move past the room he knew Adam was in. He fully expected to be tackled into the wall the second he passed the open door, but it never came. He forced the relaxation his body wanted to rush through him to the side as he moved down the hall to the small room the photographs had been taken in. Behind him he could hear his captor's deliberate movements. Turning sharply, Kendall burst into the small room. He slammed the door closed just as he heard footfalls in the hall.

"There's no way out of that room, Kendall," Adam said from the other side of the door. "Really there's no way out of here without me letting you out."

Twisting the lock on the door, Kendall turned to lean against the flimsy door for moment before sliding down to the floor. Tucking his knees to his chest, Kendall tried to keep the desolation he was starting to feel at bay. There had to be a way to escape, or at least get help.

"I've got all night, Kendall," Adam said, leaning noisily against the door.

Kendall ignored the implied "I can wait" of Adam's and laid his head on his knees. He just wanted to go home. He was beyond caring about the tour, the fans, or supporting their album. He just wanted to go back to the Palm Woods and cuddle on the couch his mom and Katie watching whatever was on TV that would allow them to laugh and enjoy themselves. He closed his eyes and tried not to think of what was to come when Adam finally got into the small room.