A/N: Okay, since you guys probably won't like me if I leave you hanging for too long, here is another really "intense", really LONG chapter, finally... Sorry it's so long, but I couldn't stop writing. Finally I decided I had to cut it off so I could move onto the next chapter. Just fyi, this story isn't over yet, and just remember that Sonny isn't free yet. And Chad won't be either, soon :] Anyways, enjoy, and review :}

Summary: After their "fake" date, Sonny and Chad realize their feelings for each other, and decide to date, for real. But what if James comes back, determined that Sonny will be his. Lovers are kidnapped, and lives are put in danger. Can they be saved before it's too late?

Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny or anything else mentioned.

[Sonny's P.O.V]

"Sonny?"

My heart gave a loud thump at his voice, and I raised my eyes... not that I could see with this darn blindfold on, but I could feel him, and that was all that mattered. Was he really here? Was it even possible? How would he have gotten past James? And why would he sound so calm?

"Chad?" I whispered, trembling at the thought of actually being rescued. It couldn't be; it was almost too good to be true. But I felt him brush by me, and I swallowed loudly, my body shaking.

"Sonny... it's okay, it'll be all right." I frowned at his choice of words; what did he mean, I'd be alright? Was I really it really that bad? Still, there was no worry in his tone of voice, and I couldn't help but be even more confused by everything. "Just hang in there Sonny, it'll be fine..." I swallowed again, wishing this would make sense, because suddenly his voice was changing, panic filled and screaming.

"Sonny, no, please don't go... Sonny!"

"Sonny!" I was being yanked to my feet, and he ignored my screams of pain as he continued to pull upwards, his voice changing into James'. Wait, James? "Get up! What, you can't even stand by yourself?" He snapped, spinning me around to face him and pulling off the blindfold, for the first time allowing me to see his face, and my surroundings.

Dark grey walls - if you could call them that, it looked more like a miniaturized version of a prison cell - boxed us in, making me feel a little (okay, so that was another lie. More like a lot) claustrophobic. I couldn't help it, ever since I was a little child I'd been afraid of small spaces, and being in an extremely tight space with James, of all people, made me start hyperventilating.

"What..." I fell onto my hands and knees, trying to get a grip on myself, but it wasn't working very well. I heard James give an irritated growl before the blindfold was shoved back on, and the darkness once again consumed me. "Dumb Wisconsin girl!" He shouted, shoving me roughly to the ground, and I fell to my side, curling into my previous position and biting my lip against the pain. "Stupid scenes. Stupid actors..." His voice grew fainter as a loud click was heard, and once again, I was left in silence. Once again, I was left to wonder what in the world would have happened if James hadn't decided to make one of his sudden departures.

The sound of footsteps approaching caught my attention, and I stiffened, leaning my head once again against the wall to catch the most of the conversation that was happening outside of the room.

"Hey, who moved the vaults?" James voice sounded oddly panicked, and I frowned as I listened closely. Why was James always so concerned about those stupid props? Really, how important could they be to him? They were only props.

"What's the matter dude; I had to set up the props for your scene!" Someone replied, sounding annoyed at James' reaction. Before he could continue or James could make a bigger scene, a new voice spoke up.

"Get ready, scene 3, take 1" The voice yelled, and I heard a mixture of noises as everyone hurried to get into position and the noise of sirens once again filled the air. Great, another 'bank robbing' scene for me to listen too. It only made me feel as if I was so close to freedom, although I knew I wasn't, but still, every time the direction yelled "cut", I felt a piece of my hope die again.

"You'll never take me alive!" James' infamous punch line sounded through out the set and I stiffened at his voice.

"Hurry up, he was messing with the vaults!" I heard someone else yell, probably another actor. "We have to -" His line was cut off by another voice.

"I'll open it." I tried to raise my head weakly, hearing the sound I'd been dreaming of. Chad.

"Mackenzie! Be careful -" I stopped listening to the other actor's line, though, as I felt the 'room' I was in suddenly vibrate, and I squealed out in pain, trying to figure out what was going on. Then it struck me.

No way. Chad was going to 'break into' the vault - which I was in. Suddenly, it all made sense. James always being concerned with the vaults, when the 'room' was tilted sideways, when whoever was trying to move the prop was complaining about the sudden weight, James... Starting to use up the last of my energy, I forced myself to move closer, kicking out as I did so. I could hear Chad jump back ever so slightly, whether it was because he heard or felt the kick. Oh, come on, Chad, get me out of here.

I could hear the dials clicking into place, and James' nervous repeating of his lines, but only barely. My head was spinning horribly, and I wasn't even sure which way was up or which was down.

Suddenly, the wall I was leaning back on was pulled away, and I toppled out, landing onto something, or someone. That was the last thing that I remember before my fatigue took over me and I blacked out.

[Chad's P.O.V]

"I'll open it!" I broke in, reciting my lines with as much fake enthusiasm as I could muster, although my mind was anywhere but here on set. Sonny was still missing, after three days, and I didn't even know if she was alive or not. It hurt...

My fingers slipped as I felt a pulse, which would be the best way to describe it, coming from inside the vault. I guess this is what a lack of sleep does to you, in the end. You start going crazy. But I, Chad Dylan Cooper, cannot be going crazy, because Sonny hasn't been found yet. If that makes any sense. Focus, I reminded myself, as I tugged at the vault door, pulling it open as I went over the next lines once more in my head, opening my mouth to recite the words.

What happened next, however, I did not expect at all. And it was definitely not supposed to be part of a scene, that I was sure of.

Something fell out at me, landing in my lap, and my eyes widened in horror as I realize what - or who - it was. Brown messy hair, smiley-faced pajamas... Sonny. It was Sonny, her hands and ankles tied, a gag shoved into her mouth, and a blindfold over her eyes. And she wasn't making any move to let me know if she was okay or not. She was completely still, almost limp.

"Sonny!" I cried, ripping the blindfold off of her head and lifting her head up, cradling her limp body. She didn't respond, and, as much as I tried to, I couldn't force the doubt out of my head that something was wrong with her, and she might never wake up. "Sonny, please tell me you're okay!" I cried, not caring if every single crew member or co-actor was staring at me in shock, never having seem this side of me, because all that mattered was Sonny and the fact she wouldn't open her eyes. "Come on!" I yelled, feeling tears beginning to blind my vision as I untied the gag, slipping it out of her mouth and then beginning to work on freeing her hands. "Please, say something. Anything." I begged, shaking her gently and watching as her head fell ever so slightly to the side at the motion.

A moan escaped her pink lips, and I froze. "Sonny?" Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and landed on me, her brown orbs cloudy.

"Chad?" She whispered weakly, struggling to sit up. I placed my hand on top of her, shaking my head, and she complied, lying her head back against my chest and squeezing her eyes shut tightly, releasing a small gasp. I watched her; her expression said she was in pain, and that only made me even more worried, probably shortening my life, but who cared at the moment? I had to know if Sonny was going to be alright.

"Sonny?" This time, her name didn't escape from my lips, but James, who had made his way towards where we were sitting on the floor, a mixture of emotions running through his eyes. At his voice, her eyes snapped back open, and she gave another gasp, struggling back up, pushing herself away from him, a look of terror in her eyes.

"No," She whispered, pushing her back against the vault, looking trapped and full of fear, "Please, no..." Seeing what he'd done to her and how afraid of him she obviously was made me want to kill him all the more so. But I'd save that for later - making sure that Sonny was okay was much more important. Once I knew that she'd be fine, I could focus on punching him to death.

"Back off." I demanded through clenched teeth, shooting him a death glare as I moved to Sonny's side, placing my hand on her knee in the process. She flinched, biting down on her lip hard, an unreadable expression shooting through her eyes.

"Don't tell me what to do." All the sudden, the back of my suit was pulled up, yanking me roughly to my feet. I felt a hand on the back of my neck as I was spun around to face a more than mad James. His eyes glinted with anger and hatred, and suddenly I wasn't as confident about fighting James. The look in his eyes was dangerous, I could see plainly.

"Leave..." Sonny's breath was coming in gasps, and she stumbled over her words, although no one would mistake the look in her eyes for confusion or innocence. Her words were slow and faint, but determined. "Chad... alone..." She hissed, glaring defiantly at James, who had yet to release his grasp from my shirt.

"And what are you going to do if I don't, hmm?" James demanded, a fire alight in his eyes, "Don't worry, darling, I'll take care of you after." Before I had the chance to respond or step in front of Sonny, James' fist hit me square in the face.

I stumbled back, desperate to catch my breath, Sonny yelling at James in the background. My head reeling, I just managed to catch myself and step towards him, although James was already heading at me again.

His weight threw me off balance, and we both crashed to the ground, both struggling to gain the upper hand as we rolled on the floor, me dodging James' punches, and James - who obviously had the upper hand - throwing his fists around and shouting. James' fist once again hit me, and I stopped fighting, trying to catch my breath. My head was spinning and I couldn't see straight, but I knew that James was getting up off of me, and that could only mean one thing. Sonny.

I rolled onto my side, staring at her, trying to force my feet up, but it seemed I couldn't move. I was frozen in fear as James stormed over to Sonny, wrapping his hand around her waist and pulling her to her feet roughly. She screamed, and I must have still been half-unconscious from James' punch, because I could've sworn she sounded more like she was in pain than she was scared.

The next thing I knew, James' hands had reached her neck, and Sonny was crying, kicking out, although to no avail. Somehow, I managed to push myself to my feet and found myself beside James, throwing a punch in his direction. Feeling my fist, he dropped Sonny and spun around, a crazed expression on his face.

Sonny dropped to all fours, gasping for breath, moving her hand up to her throat and breathing heavily. The movement sent her off balance with her already-weak state, and she fell onto her side, giving another cry of - yes, I wasn't crazy, it was - pain.

"What did you do to her?" I yelled, returning my gaze to James, who was advancing towards me.

It was the next few moments that seemed to go in slow motion.