A/N: The story starts to get a little dark here. Gordon takes Evy from her room.

Warning-Gordon does get a little rough with Evy here, and likely will for at least the next couple of chapters.

Evy was happy that day. Everybody was home. Daddy, uncle Bobby, Sam, and Dean were all there, and they were all playing with her. As Evy ate her lunch, she suddenly stopped. She couldn't explain why, but she felt like something was wrong. She took a long look outside the window, and John, concerned about how quiet she'd gotten suddenly.

"Hey. Little one, you okay?"

Evy turned back to John and said, "Yeah, I's okay."
"You're really quiet. Are you sure?"

"I was jus' thinkin'." Evy said.

"What are you thinking about, Cricket?"

Evy made something up, not sure how to explain that she thought something was wrong, but she didn't know what. The rest of the day, the feeling followed her. It bothered her. Everything seemed okay. So what could be wrong? Evy fell asleep on Bobby's couch that night, watching a movie with Sam and Dean, so the last thing she remembered before falling asleep was listening to Scooby Doo whining about a possible ghost.

The next thing Evy knew, she felt herself moving. She was still half asleep, so at first she thought she was dreaming. She was riding in a car, but she couldn't tell right away which one. Evy opened her eyes, curious as to where she was going and why. When she was awake, Evy realized that she didn't know this car, and she didn't know the man driving. She tried to jump, but her feet and hands were tied up tightly.

"Who are you?" Evy asked, trying to sound brave.

"Don't worry about it, kid."

"Where's my daddy?" Evy insisted.

Without taking his eyes off the road, the man behind the wheel took his hand and slapped Evy hard across the face. She cried out, but couldn't rub her cheek to take the sting out. The man, who Evy thought looked familiar but she couldn't exactly tell who he was, just put his hand back on the steering wheel. While Evy cried in the seat beside him, he said simply,

"I'm only gonna tell you this once. Shut up. I'm not gonna deal with your whining or crying on the way to where we're going. Sit back and shut up, or you get more of what you just got."

"Why you doing this?" Evy asked quietly.

"You'll find out." The man said. "Now shut up."

Back at Bobby's house, two hours after Evy had woken up in the car, John was just beginning to stir. He headed to the kitchen and started to make some coffee. But before he did, he walked to Evy's room to check on her. Stepping inside, everything was left the way it had been the night before. Evy had Evy Town on the small table inside of her room. The rest of the room was meticulously neat, a trait that John hoped Evy would never lose. He crept across the floor and over to her bed, when he noticed that the bedspread was flat. Weird, he thought. When did she get up? Just as he thought that, he heard the toilet from the bathroom down the hall flush. He exhaled in relief; she had just gone to the bathroom. He stepped out into the hall, expecting to run into Evy, but it wasn't Evy. It was Sam.

"Sam, have you seen your sister?"

"No. Isn't she in bed?" Sam asked.

"No, she's not. Did she get in bed with you or Dean last night?"

"Not with me. And I didn't hear the door open, so I don't think she went to sleep with Dean." Sam said.

John said nothing else, just went down the hall and opened Sam and Dean's bedroom door. He was trying to swallow his panic, to keep it from overriding his senses, hoping that she had just climbed quietly into bed with Dean the night before. With Sam following, John ripped the covers off Dean's bed, who instinctively jumped up and shouted in surprise.

"What the hell?"

"Dean, did your sister get in bed with you last night?" John asked, his heart now pounding so hard he could barely breathe.

"What? No…" Dean said. "Where is she?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out."

"What in the hell is all this racket?" Bobby came out of his room asking. "Can't a guy get some sleep in here?"
"Bobby, is Evy with you?" Sam asked.

"No. Ain't she in bed?"

"Shit." John muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked.

"She's missing." Sam said. "She's not in bed or in the bathroom."
"Boys, Bobby and I'll check the house. You two check outside…." John started to say.

"Dad, she wouldn't go outside in the dark by herself." Sam said.

"I know. Just check. Please." Ten minutes later, when they were all back together in the living room, a distraught John asked, "Where the hell could she be?"
"John, when you checked her room, did you see any sign of anything supernatural?" Bobby asked.

"No. Nothing."
"Then we should call the cops." Bobby said firmly.

"Bobby…"
"I know what you're going to say." Bobby stopped him. "But we'll call Jody and…." Before Bobby could say anything else, his cell phone rang. "Ellen, now's not a good time…"

"I only need a second, Bobby. I just wanted to let you know that Gordon Walker's on his way to South Dakota."

"Gordon Walker?" Bobby said. "I thought he got flattened by a truck or something."
"He got hit by a truck a few months ago. He laid low in the hospital until he got better. A friend of mine called from a roadside bar in North Dakota a few minutes ago and said she saw Gordon last night. She told me Gordon was making a big deal about how he was going to Sioux Falls to take revenge on someone."

"Ellen, wait? Did you say Gordon Walker?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, Sam, I did."

"How do you know him?" Dean asked.

"A guy came into my office while Dad was visiting Ellen a couple of weeks ago asking for directions. He said his name was Gordon Walker." Sam said.

"What did he look like?"

"Hold on. I can access the camera from the office on my cell phone." Sam looked up the footage, fast forwarded to just before leaving, and paused on Gordon's face. "Is this him?"

"Son of a bitch." Dean said.

"Dean, Bobby, care to explain?"

"In a minute." Bobby said. "Ellen, Evy's missing. And Gordon's been here in the last week. Do me a favor and get as many hunters to my house as you can get."
"Yeah, you got it. How long has she been missing?"

"We don't know. John woke up and she wasn't in her bed." Bobby said.

"How did he get into your house, Bobby?" Ellen asked.

"I don't know, but you can bet I'm gonna find out." Bobby said. "Ellen, call me back when you can. I got to catch up John and Sam."

"Okay, I will. You guys be careful." Ellen said.
"Thanks." Bobby hung up with Ellen and quickly filled John in. "Me and Dean worked with Gordon a while back. Good hunter, but a real son of a bitch. Made a big deal over how anything not human shouldn't be allowed to live."

"Bobby, I just thought of something." Dean said. "You remember that case we worked with Gordon?"
"Yeah. The zombie case."

"You remember what he said? About how what's dead should stay dead?" Dean asked.

Bobby's face turned grave. "Yeah. I do."

"What if he found out how she came back here?"

"But how would he know about that? Did you two tell him?" John asked.

"No, we didn't. But we have to assume he knows. It's all we've got to go on."

Evy was more scared than she'd ever been before, but she was still trying to be brave. She wondered how this man, who still hadn't told her his name, had gotten her out of bed and into his car without her knowing. Her cheek still hurt from where he'd hit her. Evy wished she could fight him off. But as hard as she tried, she couldn't get herself untied, and even if she could, she doubted she'd be big enough to do anything to him. They hadn't stopped driving. She was cold, because she was still sleeping in the thin pajamas she'd put on the night before. She had to go to the bathroom, but was afraid to say anything and didn't know how much longer she'd be able to hold it. She thought about wetting herself just to make him mad, but was too afraid he'd hit her again, or worse. So she just sat there, looking out the window and hoping that someone would find her soon. Finally, when she couldn't stand it anymore, she spoke up.

"Mister?"
"What?" He asked irritably.

"I gotta go potty."

"Hold it." He said, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

Evy, infuriated, said to him, "I'm just a wittle kid, stupid. You want me to go in the car?"
"You do and I'll hit you again, more than once. Watch your mouth, stupid."

Evy glared at him, but didn't say anything else. She was surprised when he pulled the car over and pulled her out. Evy looked for other cars coming down, cars that she could signal and scream to for help. But there was no one coming. The man grabbed her arm untied her hands. Evy tried to move away from him, but he grabbed her shoulder hard.

"Go."

"Turn awound." Evy said. "I'm not going wif you watching me."

The man gripped Evy's shoulder so hard it made her 'ow' out loud. He bent down and got very close to her face. Close enough that if Evy moved at all, her nose and his would touch. Evy tried pushing his hand away from her arm, but all it did was make him swat the back of her leg hard.

"Listen to me and listen to me good. I'm gonna get back in the front driver's seat. You've got two minutes. If you take longer than that, or you try to move away from the car, or you scream, I will go back and I will kill your dad, your brothers, and your uncle. Do you understand me?"

Any desire Evy had to fight him was gone. "Don't huwt them. Pwease."

"Then you better change your attitude. Real quick. You don't speak unless spoken to, and when I ask you a question, you answer it. Got it?"

"Got it." Evy said quietly.
"Alright." He reached down and finished untying her. "I'll leave you untied the rest of the trip. But remember what I said. You try to call for help, I go back and kill everyone you love."

"I'll 'tay." Evy said. "I sowwy."

"That's better." He said. "My name's Gordon. We'll talk more when we get to where we're going."
"'Kay." Evy said.

She quickly used the bathroom and climbed back in the car. As soon as she closed the door, Gordon kept driving. Evy stared out the window, shaking and still trying no to cry. She had to be brave until Daddy and Deanie and Sammy and uncle Bobby found her. But it was getting harder and harder as the minutes passed. As Evy felt one tear fall down her cheek, she thought to herself Help me, Daddy. I want to go home.

Next Chapter: The search for Evy begins.