A/N: Okay here is the next chapter. This chapter, along with the next few are going to be a little bit different. They are each going to have two parts. One part will be what Quinn is going through looking for Rachel and the clues she finds in regards to Rachel's disappearance. The other part will be kind of an explanation of what Quinn finds out through Rachel's perspective and what she's going through. I don't know if that makes much sense now, but it will be clearer when you read. Thanks for all the reviews and most of all, thanks for reading!

Leroy grabbed Quinn's hand for support as they sat at a table in the police station and watched Hiram argue with a detective.

"I'm sorry, sir I know you are concerned about your daughter, but she's only been missing for six hours. If she doesn't turn up in the next eighteen hours, come back and we can file a missing persons report then."

"If she doesn't turn up? She's a human being, not a misplaced cell phone!" Hiram's voice was beginning to rise. "My daughter is in her third trimester of pregnancy and was flying home so she could give birth. She wouldn't just run off."

The detective didn't seem fazed by Hiram's outburst. "You'd be surprised, we get a ton of reports like this and it always turns out that the woman was attempting to run away from the responsibility of marriage and family life."

Quinn couldn't take it any longer and decided to try a different approach. "My wife is the victim in an ongoing case involving a stalker who was obsessed with her and prone to violence." Her voice was raspy from all the crying she'd done that evening. "He could have her, she could be hurt. Please, we have to find her."

When Quinn mentioned the stalker the detective's attention was definitely peaked. He pulled out a notepad and asked Quinn and the Berry's an endless amount of questions about Rachel before excusing himself out of the room.

Quinn cradled her head in her hands after he left, and she was vaguely aware of the Berry's attempts to comfort her by holding her hand and patting her back. She knew Rachel wouldn't just run off, and she also knew that if her wife had any way of contacting her she would have done so by now. Quinn's mind drifted back to Santana's attack, and bile rose into her throat as she pictured Rachel in the same position: alone, unconscious, and bleeding out after being attacked by that monster.

Her mind wasn't only on Rachel, but it was on the baby as well. There was no way their daughter could survive if Rachel was as violently attacked as Santana had been. Even if Eddie didn't harm Rachel, Quinn knew that the extreme stress of the situation could send Rachel into labor. Her body shook with sobs as her mind listed off all of the things that could go wrong during a delivery, especially without any medical personnel present.

This was her fault, Quinn was sure of it. She shouldn't have allowed herself to fall into a false sense of security after not hearing from Eddie; she should have known better. She should have made Rachel stay in Lima for the birth, or at the very least she should have flown out to Ohio so she could fly back home with Rachel.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the detective returned with a concerned look on his face. "I just got off the phone with security at Dayton International Airport, and I have some news. It seems-"

"Did you find her? Is she okay?" Hiram interrupted him.

The detective shook his head. "Not exactly. Rachel's purse was found in the parking lot."

"What?" Quinn furrowed her brow. Rachel never went anywhere without her purse, and this revelation only increased her suspicion that Eddie had taken Rachel against her will.

"We are having the security footage sent over as we speak."

Quinn couldn't do anything but nod, and when the detective left the room after being notified that the footage had arrived, it seemed like it took him hours to come back. But when he finally did, with a laptop in hand, Quinn was terrified at what the security tapes could possibly reveal.

The tape started off fairly innocent. It showed Rachel waddling from the security check, to the bathroom, then to her gate, and back to the bathroom again. But the second time she went into the bathroom, a man in a baseball cap followed her a few minutes later.

Quinn couldn't see his face but she was almost certain that it was Eddie. Her stomach twisted into knots and her eyes stayed glued to the screen as she waited for Rachel to emerge from the bathroom. Her worst fears were confirmed when Rachel came out of the bathroom with the man. As they walked by the camera, Quinn got a good look at his face and now she was one hundred percent certain that the man was Eddie.

As soon as they walked off camera the screen changed to the parking lot, and Quinn watched as Eddie lead Rachel to a black car. She placed her hand over her mouth when Eddie let Rachel out of his grip for a second so he could get his keys, and Rachel attempted to escape, only to be yanked backwards and slammed against the car. Eddie then got in Rachel's face, and Quinn assumed he was saying something to her, probably threatening her. Quinn almost had to look away when Eddie practically threw Rachel into the passenger seat.

After watching the car drive away Quinn looked at the detective expectantly. "Now that we know it's Eddie what do we do? Do you know where she is? How do we…" Quinn trailed off as she was overtaken by her sobs. Her wife and daughter were in the hands of a monster and there was nothing she could do about it. Absolutely nothing. She'd never felt so helpless.

Six Hours Earlier

Rachel cursed under her breath when the baby moved and positioned herself in a way that was putting unbearable pressure on her bladder…again. She struggled against her massive belly so she could stand, and began to waddle towards the bathroom.

After exiting the stall, and praying that the baby wouldn't be using her bladder as a moon bounce on the flight home, Rachel began washing her hands. As she was drying them, she head footsteps behind and she glanced up. Her eyes widened and she instinctively cradled her stomach. "How…Eddie?" she stammered.

"I've missed you," he said as moved closer. "I was beginning to think I'd missed out on my chance to do this."

Rachel backed into the sink. "How…how did you find me?"

Eddie let out a laugh that sent chills down her spine. "I'm not stupid, Rachel. I've been following you for months. Now listen, I really need you to come with me."

Rachel whimpered in pain as Eddie roughly grabbed her forearm.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," she said as she struggled against his tight grip.

"Do you have any idea how easy it is to bribe a cop, Rachel?"

Rachel stopped struggling and stared up at him, waiting for him to continue.

"The cop that's been guarding your wife has been giving me information since he started. If you don't want to come with me, that's your choice, but I can guarantee you that within two minutes of you scurrying off your wife will have a bullet in her pretty blonde head."

"You're bluffing," Rachel said as she searched his face for any indication that he was in fact lying.

"What if I'm not? Do you really want to have to explain to our baby girl that a stupid choice you made caused the death of an innocent woman?"

A tear rolled down Rachel's cheek. Both her and Quinn had gotten to know the police officer that stood guard outside of their apartment, and Rachel had a feeling that Eddie was lying, but could she really put her wife's life on a feeling? She nodded and let him lead her out of the bathroom and through the airport. Once they were around other people, he loosened his grip considerably, and to everyone around them they looked like nothing more than a couple walking arm in arm.

Eddie smiled when they reached a small black car. He got within an inch of Rachel's face. "By the way, I was bluffing."

Rachel was just about to scream for help when Eddie released her arm so he could get the keys out of his pocket. She saw this as an opportunity to escape. Unfortunately, she didn't get more than a few feet away before Eddie yanked her back by her arm.

She cried out in pain and she heard something that sounded like a crack and pop. She cried out once again when he slammed her against the side of the car. As she felt his breath on her face she desperately tried to think of anything other than the sharp pain radiating from her arm.

"I don't want to hurt you, Rachel, but I will if I have to." He roughly put his hands on her protruding stomach. "Both of you. Got it?"

Rachel nodded and as soon as he removed his hands from her stomach she cradled it once again with her good arm.

"Good. Now get in the damn car." Eddie opened the door and shoved Rachel in. He frowned a little when she cried out in pain as she landed on her recently hurt arm.

Rachel stared out the window as they drove away. She did her best to remain hopeful, she was certain Quinn would contact the police as soon as she realized something wasn't right. For the sake of their daughter, Rachel hoped it wouldn't be too late.