A/N: Ok, so I'm sitting here at my computer drinking a cup of hot tea wondering if I should do my pre-calc homework or write the next chapter in this story… guess what I decided.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wonderful Gallagher Girls or the Blackthorne Boys, unfortunately.

I heard the door open, and then footsteps on the stairs. Bex looked at me, and then grabbed a bookend off the shelf, and I glanced around and found one of those iron things you use to stir a fire. It looked relatively sharp and heavy. Bex and I positioned ourselves in the room where we had the first shot, and through the darkness I could see the gleam in Bex's eyes, and I mouthed "good luck". And in a voice so soft that I had to really strain to hear it, she said, "We are Gallagher Girls. We don't need luck." And then we listened as the footsteps got closer, and closer, and I prayed she was right.

The door knob turned slowly. The bookend Bex held came down hard on the head of a very unsuspecting older gentleman. Luckily Bex had checked herself before the full force of her blow had struck the man's head. When he fell to the floor I saw his face.

"Pappy!" Oh my gosh. My grandpa was lying on the floor. I had just come very close to beating the life out of my grandpa. That would not have been good.

"Mr. Morgan! I am so sorry. We had no idea that was you. Here, let's get you off the floor." Bex grabbed one arm and I took the other. Together we lifted my grandpa up and onto the bed while he tried to remember where exactly he was. Apparently Bex had hit him harder than she thought, there was a rather large goose-egg growing on his forehead.

"Pap what happened? We were about to go looking for you." And then it hit me, "Where is Gram?"

My grandpa looked up at me and the last time I had seen that much emotion in someone's eyes was the night my mom had told me that my dad was never coming home. "We were about 10 miles from home, that one stretch of road where you never see anyone and there was a car with their emergency flashers on. I pulled over and stepped out of the car to see if they needed help. When I got to the car no one was there. I looked around but when I didn't see anyone I turned back to the car and saw that you grandmother wasn't there. Her door was open and her purse was still sitting there, but she gone. I grabbed a flashlight from the glove box and started searching. I looked all around the car but I couldn't find a trail. About 20 feet from the road I saw something white. There on the ground was a piece of cloth saturated in a strong smelling liquid. It had a faintly sweet smell."

"Chloroform." Bex and I said at the same time.

"That's what I thought. At that the moment I heard an engine start up somewhere back in the woods. I ran until I saw where they had been parked but there was no way I was going to be able to catch up with them. That's when I realized that whoever was out there would probably try and come after you girls. When I got here and couldn't find you two I started to get worried. And then Bex hit me with that bookend."

"They have Gram. I can't believe it Bex. They have my grandma. Pap we have to go look for her. These people are dangerous." I got up and started toward the door.

"I know they are Cameron, your mother told me. She sent you here to protect you from the same people who killed your father."

A/N: I know its short… But if I didn't stop there, it would be really long. Please let me know what you think…