AN: Thank you, thank you, thank you for all your reviews. I'm very, very close to finishing the story now. I just finished chapter twelve, and I'm thinking there's only going to be fourteen chapters total (which, on a side note, is amazing for me considering the longest story I've ever written and finished was five chapters). The big suprise is that I still like the way it's going, and I'm hoping it's going to stay that way until I finish it! And don't worry, those of you who are concerned about the lack of Jack in this chapter and the last...we'll definitely hear a whole lot more from him before the story is finished. Anywho, thanks again for reading and for all your wonderful reviews! I give you chapter ten.

"Alright, Bobby, you've got one hell of a lot of explaining to do."

Bobby slammed the front door behind him, stalking angrily into the living room and throwing himself down onto the couch, his face twisted in frustration. Jerry just stood in front of him, arms crossed, eyes questioning and more than a little irritated.

"What the fuck do you wanna know, Jerry?" Bobby asked quietly, although his voice was harsher than intended as he leaned forward against his knees, staring past Jerry into the hallway. Jerry just threw his hands in the air, beginning to pace in front of the couch.

"Oh, I don't know, let's start with the guy you held at gunpoint!" His tone was laced with sarcasm as he glared at Bobby. Bobby shook his head, leaning into the cushions and resting his head against the back of the couch.

"He's supposedly Jack's friend," he answered, the word "friend" drenched in obvious bitterness. "But the piece of shit sold him out. He fuckin' handed him over to John Davis."

"Uh huh," Jerry nodded. "And...who's John Davis?"

"His foster father," Bobby spat. When Jerry kept staring at him without a reaction, Bobby continued. "The reason Jack ran away. That asshole...he fuckin' abused him."

Jerry's stopped pacing, eyes narrowing as he faced Bobby. "He beat him?"

"Yeah...and more."

It took a minute for Jerry to fully understand the meaning behind Bobby's words, but when realization sank in, he dropped heavily next to Bobby on the couch. "You don't mean..."

"I do mean," Bobby replied, and Jerry couldn't recall the last time he'd heard Bobby sound so helpless. Like he'd failed at something extremely important. "And now Jack's back there with him..."

"Do you know where he lives?"

"Fuck, no," Bobby scowled. "Chad would know, but that little piece of shit ain't gonna tell me nothin' after today."

"Not after you went and pointed a gun at his ass, he's not," Jerry reprimanded. "He probably thinks you're tryin' to hunt Jack down and kill him or some shit."

"I don't give a fuck. He seemed like an idiot, anyways."

"We'll call the police then," Jerry stated resolutely. "They'll be able to find..."

"We're not callin' the damn police, Jerry," Bobby said, shaking his head. "What good is that gonna do?"

"They'll know where to find him. They'll know where John Davis lives and..."

"And what?' Bobby asked, getting to his feet and standing in front of Jerry with outstretched arms. "Do you know who I am? I'm Bobby fuckin' Mercer, Jerry. You think they're gonna believe a single word I say?"

Jerry sighed. "Come on, Bobby, they can't just ignore evidence because they don't like you, because you got in trouble a few times."

"What evidence, Jerry? What evidence?" Bobby's voice raised a notch as his exasperation grew. "I've got the word of a sixteen year old kid and my own goddamn intuition. From what they know, everything Jack said could be a lie."

"But John..."

"John is still his fuckin' foster father!" Bobby resisted the urge to punch the wall behind him, instead clenching his fist on his palm as he sneered. "That piece of shit still owns Jack as far as the cops are concerned."

"Jack could..."

"Jack can't do anything right now! He's in the hands of that fuckin' pervert!"

"Bobby." Jerry stood up, placing his hands on Bobby's shoulders in an attempt to calm him. "If you don't settle down, you're not gonna be able to help anyone."

"Oh, I'm gonna help him," Bobby insisted, pulling away from Jerry. "When I get my hands on that son of a bitch John Davis, I'm gonna..."

"And how are do you suppose you're gonna do that?" Jerry interrupted. "By holding up every goddamn person in Detroit until you find the one you want?"

"If that's what it takes." Bobby suddenly looked towards the stairs, a flash of remembrance in his eyes. "But I'm thinkin' it'll only take one."

Jerry looked at him curiously. "Who?"

Bobby just grabbed his keys, heading towards the door once again. "Come on, we're goin' to the library."

"Whoa, whoa." Jerry shook his head, staying planted firmly in the same position. "Bobby, I can't just run around Detroit with ya'll lookin' for this kid. Hell, I've got kids of my own. I got a family to take care of, a routine to follow. They're counting on me."

"Yeah, and Jack's counting on me." When Jerry shook his head again without a reply, Bobby just shrugged. "Fine. I'll do it myself."

"No you won't," Jerry argued. "I'm not gonna be held responsible when you land your ass in jail. Someone's going with you."

"Oh, yeah? Like who?"

"Like Angel." Bobby snorted, and Jerry glared at him. "Come on, Bobby. If this shit turns ugly, you gotta have someone there watchin' your back."

"And what am I supposed to say to Angel, huh?" Bobby asked, extremely skeptical. "Hey, man, you wanna go running around Detroit with me looking for the kid you hate?"

"Just ask him..."

"He's not gonna do it, Jerry!"

"What am I not gonna do?" a voice suddenly asked from behind them, and Bobby whirled around to find Angel standing in the hallway, blinking at them tiredly. When no one answered, he repeated the question. "What am I not gonna do?"

Bobby glanced over at Jerry, who nodded, then let out a frustrated groan. "Fine. Get your coat, Angel, we're goin' to the library."

Angel shook his head. "Like hell we are. You take yourself to the damn library if you wanna go so much."

"See? What'd I tell ya?" Bobby shot back at Jerry. "Now if no one has anything else to say, I'm..."

"Ask nicely, dumbass," Jerry cut in, looking pointedly over at Angel. "Bobby's going to look for Jack, and he'd really appreciate it if you'd help him out."

"Why should I do that?"

Jerry opened his mouth to speak, but Bobby answered before he had a chance. "Because he's back with his asshole foster father who beats the shit out of him, and I'd rather not leave Jack there to get killed!"

"Because I would rather not have to haul Bobby's ass out of jail at the end of the day," Jerry finished, watching Angel stare blankly at both of them. "Come on, Angel, if you don't wanna do it for Bobby, do it for Jack."

"Don't fuckin' abandon a helpless kid because you're pissed at me," Bobby said. "Don't take this out on him. He didn't do a goddamn thing to you."

"Man, I don't even know him..." Angel turned to go back upstairs, but Jerry rushed forward, grabbing his arm.

"Listen," he began, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked Angel straight in the eyes. "If you're not gonna do it for Bobby, and you're not gonna do it for Jack...do it for me. Just go for the ride, keep Bobby from doing something stupid and landing his ass in trouble. You know he's gonna do it on his own, anyways, so just...humor him. Humor me."

Angel took a deep breath, rolling his eyes and nodding at Jerry. "You owe me one," he mumbled, then turned to Bobby as Jerry smacked his shoulder approvingly. "This better not take long. Sofi's makin' me dinner tonight."

"I'll have you back to your La Vida Loca in no time," Bobby insisted, tossing Angel his coat he'd retrieved from the closet. "Get some shoes on."

"Can I ask why we're goin' to the library, of all places?" Angel questioned, sitting down on the couch to reluctantly put on his shoes.

Bobby shook his head. "You'll see when we get there."

"Excuse me."

The older man sitting at the counter refused to look up, instead keeping his eyes glued on the book in front of him. Bobby looked at Angel, who shrugged, then turned back to the man, clearing his throat. "Excuse me."

"Just one minute," the man replied, staring at his book for a moment longer, eyes flickering across the page, before shutting it. He glanced up at Angel and Bobby suspiciously. "Can I help you gentlemen?"

"Maybe. You might remember a kid who came in here a couple days ago, he checked out a..."

"I've been off all week," the man said shortly, grabbing his book and beginning to open it back up again. "You might want to try back tomorrow, when someone else is working."

"Well, you see, I kinda need this information today," Bobby said, leaning forward against the counter. "I'm sure you can help me out with this, it won't take too long."

"Very well," the man said, pushing the book aside and putting on a pair of glasses. He entered something into the computer, then stared at Bobby impatiently. "What's the name of the book?"

"Oh, it's not a book I'm looking for," Bobby responded. "It's a person."

"A person?"

"The name's Jack Davis," Bobby said, tapping the computer with his finger. "If you could just look him up on this little thing here and give me the address that pops up..."

"I'm sorry, sir," the man shook his head, "but I'm not entirely sure I'm comfortable giving you that information without Jack Davis' library card or without him present."

"Oh, you're not comfortable?" Bobby asked, looking at Angel again. "You hear that? He's not comfortable." Bobby turned back to the librarian, suddenly holding a gun and pointing it over the counter. "Comfortable now?"

"What are you..." the man sputtered, backing away from the desk, but Angel ran around and grabbed his shoulders, stopping him from retreating. "You can't do this! You can't..."

"I can do whatever the hell I want," Bobby informed him. "Now you're gonna go with my brother, and you're gonna show him some books in the back he might be interested in while I find the information I need. Got it?"

"I can't...can't let you do this!" the man panted, and Bobby sighed, looking around to make sure the library was deserted. When he turned back to the librarian, he leaned forward, pushing the gun closer to the man's face. The man gasped, becoming pale as he stared at the weapon.

"I wouldn't push the issue right now," Bobby murmured, his voice dangerously low. "The odds really aren't in your favor. So right now, you're gonna take my brother to the back and find him something interesting to read. Okay?"

Before the man had a chance to answer, Angel lifted him off the chair and dragged him away, Bobby pointing the gun at him the whole time. When they disappeared behind a shelf, Bobby made his way around the desk, sitting down at the computer and looking at the screen. He typed Jack's name in the search box, pressing enter and waiting for the results.

What he saw surprised him. The screen told Bobby that Jack had only created his account two days ago, when he'd checked out the parallel universe book. However, when he scrolled down to see Jack's address, the street name and number looked very familiar. 76 Oak Street. That's my address...

Bobby blinked, typing Jack's name in the search box and clicking enter again. When the results popped up, the same address was shown. But why would Jack write down my address? He only stayed there a couple of days...

Realizing that he had no time to stop and figure it out, he moved on to his next plan, clicking on the search box and typing in John Davis' name. His information appeared on the screen, and Bobby scrolled down, seeing that the last time John Davis had checked out a book had been four years ago. This might not even be his address anymore...

Despite his skepticism, Bobby wrote the address down on a slip of paper, tucking it into his pocket and closing out of John Davis' information on the computer. He stood up, walking over to a row in the back to find Angel holding the librarian up against the bookshelf, clasping the man's hands behind his back. When Bobby gave him a curious look, he shrugged.

"He needed some...restraining," Angel said, and Bobby nodded, walking closer to the man and leaning his hand against the shelf.

"We appreciate your cooperation," he said, but the man stayed silent, obviously afraid of Bobby and the gun he carried. "We're gonna leave now, and we suggest that you go back to your work and not mention what happened here to anyone. Can you do that for us?" When the man didn't reply, Angel jerked him forward, his cheek digging into the metal shelf.

"I can!" the man whispered hoarsely. "Just leave!"

"Alright then," Bobby motioned for Angel to let go, and the man backed away, rubbing his face. "Thanks for your time."

Angel and Bobby turned their backs on the man, walking out of the library without so much as a glance back in the librarian's direction. When they were safely outside, Angel leaned over and asked, "You got anything?"

"I got an address," Bobby said as they walked to the car. "I don't know if it's good or not, but it's a start."

Angel nodded, and they traveled the rest of the way to the car in silence. When they'd both slipped into their respective seats, and Bobby had started the engine, Angel spoke again. "Think he'll call the cops?"

"Fuck if I know," Bobby shrugged, pulling out onto the road. He got the address out of his pocket, looking at it again before handing it to Angel. "158 East Washington...do you know where that is?"

Angel took the paper, studying it for a moment. "I had a military buddy who lived that way. It's a couple minutes down the road."

Bobby nodded. "Your buddy still live there?"

"He's dead."

Bobby remained silent, staring fixedly at the road as Angel turned his gaze toward the window. They let the heavy silence linger between them for a couple of minutes, until Bobby spoke up. "Listen, Angel, if I've been distracted lately..."

"Forget it," Angel mumbled, but Bobby shook his head, continuing.

"No, really...I'm not tryin' to make your shit seem less important, you know that, right?" Angel shrugged, still gazing out the window with empty eyes. "Well I'm not. I've just got so much shit goin' on right now, first with Jerry, and now with Jack...and I've had a lot to deal with, you know? It's not that I don't care about your shit, and I do appreciate you helping me out with this."

"I'm doin' it for Jerry."

"Angel, come on," Bobby said, looking over at Angel who, in turn, refused to look back. "How long you gonna be pissed at me about this?"

"As long as you're still bein' an asshole."

"Am I bein' an asshole right now?" When Angel didn't answer, Bobby shook his head. "We'll talk tonight, okay? We'll figure out what's goin' on here, and then we'll talk tonight, and I promise to listen to whatever it is you got to say. Alright?"

Angel looked at him doubtfully. "You work tonight."

"I'll call in sick."

"I got dinner with Sofi."

"Then after that."

Angel nodded, finally pleased with Bobby's answer. "Fine."

"Okay," Bobby said, relieved that Angel had agreed to start working things out. He leaned down to look closer out the front window, spotting the sign for East Washington and turning onto it. "Look for 158. It's on this street somewhere."

He drove slowly down the street, examining every house and every mailbox until Angel spotted number 158, a small, run down, abandoned looking house near the end of the street. They pulled up in front of the yard, and Bobby shut off the engine, staring at the house with a deadly glint in his eye. "I'm gonna kill that motherfucker if he's in there..."

"Looks like no one's home," Angel commented, leaning forward for a closer look. "No lights on, no cars out...nothin'."

"Yeah, well, I'm not taking any chances," Bobby said, opening the door and stepping out onto the street, making his way to the back of the car and opening the trunk. There was nothing there but a gas can, a rusty crowbar, and his other gun, wrapped in a cloth in the back corner. As he reached for the gun, his eyes lingered on the gas can, and suddenly a voice popped into his head.

We're gonna do that gas thing?

Jack, Bobby thought, instantly recognizing the voice. Jack's voice sounded different, though...older, deeper, filled with more...something. Fear, maybe? Bobby shook his head, reaching past the gas can and grabbing the gun. He unwrapped it, but his eyes were focused on the crowbar in the other corner.

What do I...what do I get?

"Bobby!"

Bobby looked up at Angel, who was standing next to the car, staring at him like he was crazy. "You comin'?" Angel asked, and Bobby nodded, taking one last look at the contents of the trunk before shutting it.

"Sorry, man," Bobby said, handing the gun to Angel, who took it and inspected it carefully. "It's loaded, so be careful."

Angel nodded, tucking it into his waistband like Bobby's, then glancing back up at the house. "You ready?"

"Fuck yeah," Bobby replied, and together they walked up to the front door, pausing outside. "Should we knock?"

Angel shook his head, reaching out and turning the doorknob, finding it locked. Without saying a word, he grabbed his gun, stepped back, took aim, and fired once at the doorknob. He then kicked the door open, looking over at Bobby with a small smirk. "After you."

"You learn that shit in the military?" Bobby asked, but Angel just shrugged. Bobby took a step into the house and looked around. Suddenly, Angel's speculation that no one was in the house seemed extremely plausible. There was hardly any furniture, and a thin sheet of dust covered anything that had been left behind. The two brothers searched the house cautiously for a couple of minutes, making sure that no one was hiding in a closet or a dark corner, before reuniting in the kitchen.

"Nothin'?" Angel asked, and Bobby shook his head.

"Nothing at all," he replied, looking around the empty kitchen. "Looks like no one's been in here for a while." He ran his finger across the table, drawing a line in the dust. "Damn it."

"Wait a sec," Angel said, walking over the other side of the kitchen and squatting down. Visible next to the refrigerator was a small slip of paper. Angel picked it up and read it, looking at Bobby with wide eyes. "This might be of interest."

"Lemme see," Bobby insisted, and Angel handed him the paper. Bobby read the text out loud. "VS at 24 Sul."

"You don't think..."

"What other VS's do you know, Angel?" Bobby asked angrily, shoving the paper into his pocket. "It's gotta be Victor Sweet. Which means that son of a bitch Davis..."

"Don't jump to conclusions, Bobby," Angel said, still crouching by the refrigerator. "It don't look like anyone's been in here in a while. And this don't automatically mean that Davis is workin' for Sweet now."

"It's too much of a coincidence." Bobby shook his head. He leaned down next to Angel, inspecting the area where the slip of paper had been found. "That paper hasn't been here long. Look." He pointed down to the floor. "There's no lines in the dust. If the paper was there for a while, there'd be lines in the dust around it. And...look there." He pointed to a trail of footprints in the dust that tracked from the kitchen to the back door.

Angel looked up at him, grinning in spite of himself. "When did you get so goddamn smart?"

"You missed a lot while you were gone, little brother," Bobby said, patting Angel on the back before standing straight again. "No, this ain't a coincidence. This Davis bastard is workin' for Sweet."

"Then why is the house abandoned?"

Bobby shrugged. "Maybe the cops got suspicious, started diggin' around, and he got the hell out before someone could find out what's goin' on. He's been here recently, though."

"Maybe," Angel said, standing up and leaning against the counter. "But how are we supposed to find out where he is now?"

"I have no idea, Angel," Bobby rubbed the back of his neck, frustrated. He looked at his watch, shaking his head. "Better get you home for your dinner date."

"Right," Angel said, sounding somewhat disappointed as he followed Bobby out of the house. They drove home in silence, both thinking over the clues they'd found in John Davis' house. When they arrived back at their own home, Evelyn was there to greet them at the door, a scowl on her face.

"I want an explanation right now, Bobby," she said angrily, and Bobby pushed past her into the kitchen, sinking down into a chair at the table and resting his chin in his hand. Angel avoided the kitchen entirely, running upstairs to get ready for his dinner with Sofi.

"What d'ya mean?" Bobby asked wearily.

"I mean," she began, looming over Bobby at the table, "that Lieutenant Green showed up here today, asking if you were involved in some incident at the library. He said he got a call from the librarian there, claiming that two men came in and threatened him for information."

Bobby shrugged. "I dunno what you're talkin' about, Ma."

"Bullshit!" Evelyn exclaimed. "Green said he has reason to suspect that you were involved. I want to know what's going on, Bobby."

"Ma, please," Bobby stood, placing his hands on her shoulders. "I've got it under control. It's just a thing I gotta take care of." He kissed her on the cheek, then made his way over to the phone. "I'm not goin' to work tonight."

"And why not?"

"Me and Angel are talking," he said, dialing the number for the bar, and Evelyn shot him a disappointed look. He opened his mouth to argue, but a voice on the other end of the phone cut him off.

"O'Malley's."

"Hey, Dylan, it's Bobby. Listen, man, I can't make it into work tonight."

"Thanks for the early notice."

Bobby chuckled. "No problem. You'll find someone to cover."

"I always do. By the way, someone left a message for you today. Some guy named Chad Robinson."

Bobby stiffened. "What's the message?"

"You're supposed to go to 24 Sullivan. Victor Sweet says you'll find what you're looking for or some shit."

"Fuck," he whispered harshly. "I gotta go." He slammed the phone down, standing up quickly and hurrying to the stairs. "Angel! Get down here!"

"Bobby Mercer!" Evelyn was suddenly behind him, hands on her hips. "You are not leaving here without giving me an explanation!"

"Sorry, Ma, I can't right now," Bobby said impatiently, leaning around the banister and looking for Angel.

"You will if you know what's good for you," Evelyn insisted, but Bobby shook his head, turning to his mother.

"You gotta trust me on this one. It's about Jack."

Suddenly her eyes softened. "Jack? Is he alright?"

"No, he's not," Bobby said as heard Angel coming down the stairs. "He's not, but I'm gonna take care of it, okay? Just trust me."

"I do trust you, sweetheart," Evelyn assured. "But I worry about you. I don't want you doing anything dangerous that's going to get you into trouble." She paused, seemingly fighting an internal battle, before grabbing Bobby's hand and patting it gently. "Just...be careful, Bobby."

"I will, Ma, I will. Go ahead, go make dinner now," he said as Angel landed at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in a nice striped shirt and a pair of clean jeans. Evelyn turned to go into the kitchen, giving the boys their privacy.

"What?" Angel asked, looking back and forth between Bobby and Evelyn's retreating form.

"I just got a message from Dylan at the bar, says Chad Robinson delivered it," Bobby said, and noticing Angel's confused glance, elaborated. "The shithead who turned Jack over to John Davis."

"What'd it say?"

"It says that whatever I'm lookin' for is at 24 Sullivan. Guess who it's from?"

Angel leaned forward, eyes narrowing. "Davis?"

Bobby shook his head. "I wish...try Victor Sweet."

"You mean..." Angel tilted his head upward, trying to remember what the slip of paper had said, "...Davis is workin' for Sweet. VS...Victor Sweet."

"And 24 Sullivan. Same as the fuckin' note. Shit," Bobby cursed softly. "We gotta go there, Angel. We can't just leave Jack with those two fuckers."

"I know, Bobby, but..." Angel ran his hand along the banister, staring at it thoughtfully, "what does Sweet want with you? I mean...it's gotta be a set up."

"Fuck, of course it is," Bobby said, turning and folding his arms across his chest. "It's my fuckin' fault. Victor Sweet and his guys started messing with Jerry's business, and I got...involved. He thinks I know too much."

"He's usin' Jack to get to you, then," Angel said, leaning up against the wall. Bobby nodded. "For negotiations."

Bobby snorted. "He doesn't wanna negotiate. He's wants to bring me there and fuckin' kill me, is what he wants."

"You can't go there. It's a trap. He's gonna have a whole shit load of guys waitin' to shoot your ass the minute you walk in the front door."

"You don't think I know that, Angel!" Bobby yelled, whirling around and pounding the wall with his fist. "But what the hell am I supposed to do? I can't leave Jack there to get molested by that piece of shit and killed by Sweet!"

Angel nodded, sighing and running a hand over his head. "I'll call Sofi."

"For what?"

"To tell her I'm not makin' it to dinner tonight," he said flatly, moving to walk back upstairs. "You better think of something good by the time I get back, or you're gonna get both our asses killed."

Bobby watched Angel continue up the stairs, feeling a brief wave of thankfulness wash over him. He's pissed at me, and he's still comin'. With the thankfulness, though, came a sudden sense of guilt. Sweet took Jack to get to me, so I'm putting Angel in danger to save him...who the hell else can I fuck up? Bobby looked into the kitchen, seeing Evelyn standing at the counter, chopping up some vegetables. He smirked. She always cooks when she's nervous.

"Got a plan yet?" Angel asked as he came back down the stairs, wearing his coat and a black hat as he bounded to the ground floor. Bobby shook his head.

"Looks like we're wingin' it," he said dejectedly. Suddenly, a cold feeling formed in the pit of his stomach. In his mind, an image appeared. He was standing in a gymnasium watching a basketball game, Jerry and Angel at his sides, an older, taller Jack behind him. Jerry's voice rang in his ears, followed by his own.

What's the plan, Bobby?

We're wingin' it, Jerry.

"Jerry," Bobby whispered, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "That's it."

"What's it?" Angled asked, but Bobby didn't answer, instead running into the kitchen and picking up the phone. "Bobby, what the hell are you doin'?"

"Shh!" Bobby shot back, dialing a number and placing the receiver up to his ear, looking back at Angel. "I've got a plan."

Dicefreak: Thanks! I love suspense so much, and I'm glad I'm doing a decent job of building it up. I also had a lot of fun writing Jerry, and I'm glad you thought I did a good job writing him as well! Thanks so much for the compliment about Chad...I wanted so badly to write a scumbag, and I'm so happy that that's how he comes across! Thanks again for reading!

rekirika: Of course I won't tell you, then you wouldn't have to read the rest, and that's no fun for either of us, lol! Thanks, I'm glad you think my characterization is accurate. I just loved Jerry's interaction with the brothers in the movie, the ways he was sort of the voice of reason and the level headed one, and it was fun writing that. Ah, my opinion on Mercer sister fics...well, I personally don't read them, and here's why: I completely fell in love with the dynamic of the brothers' relationship in the movie, and I think that sister fics kind of disrupt that relationship a little. They're just not my cup of tea...not to offend anyone who writes sister fics. I think that they should be written because they do have an audience who likes them and enjoys them...I just personally am not a part of that audience. I do think that this fandom deserves to be bigger. The movie was very character driven, and with a movie like that you have more room to explore the lives of the characters in totally new plots (like I am!). Thanks for reviewing!

Miroku loves Mel 4 ever: Thank you very much, I'm glad you're enjoying it! Next update coming soon!

Sparks Diamond: Thanks, I'm glad you liked it! I'm probably still killing you with the suspense in this chapter, eh? Sorry bout that! Next chapter soon!

Ophelia Hyde: We did have a fantastic time! I love Chicago. Thank you very much! You don't know how happy I am that you guys are complimenting me on my characterization. My hard work is paying of, so thanks for that! I loved writing Jerry, because he gets to be the voice of reason, and I think Bobby definitely needs one of those. Protective Bobby is my hero...Your theories are wonderful, dear, keep 'em coming! Chad definitely thinks he's hot stuff, which is funny considering he isn't the brightest bulb. Thank you so much! You don't know how much that compliment means to me! I created Chad to be generally slimy, but not altogether evil, and I'm happy he came off that way. Thanks so much for your review!

Minka: Chad does, indeed, abuse the right to be stupid. Poor guy...My reasoning for Bobby not getting Davis' adress from Chad is this (and yes, there is a reason, lol): I think that Bobby was caught off guard by Chad's revelation that Jack was with John, and Bobby struck me as one of those hit first, ask later sort of guys. His uncontrollable temper got the better of him, and by the time he sits down and thinks things through, it's too late to ask the obvious questions. But that's just my internal understanding of Bobby, perhaps yours is different...in that case, I needed the library plot point for later in the story! I might have to check out your LotR stories, I haven't read one in so long. I just got so tired of the warped characterization of it all. Another update should be coming soon, where we'll finally hear from Jack! Thanks for reviewing!

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GavinVenom: I'm glad everyone thinks he's a scumbag, that's what he's supposed to be, so thanks very much! Don't apologize for not reviewing, its quite alright! I'm glad anyone's reading this story at all, lol! I'm sorry the wait is unbearable, I'll try to update as soon as possible! Thanks again!

jill: Well, I'm glad you didn't die! Trust me, Bobby's definitely doing his best to help Jack! Yeah, poor Chad...so clueless. Next update coming soon, thanks for reviewing!

sara: Thanks you very much! I'm glad this story is keeping your interest!

Houser's girl: Thank you very much, I'm glad you liked it! That's such a compliment! I'll be writing more soon!

Rogue21493: No problem, I appreciate any reviews I get! Yeah, something really crazy is going on with the alert system, because I haven't been getting anything, either. Weird. It sucks a lot. I'm glad you liked the last few chapters! I'll hurry up and keep writing so I can update! Hmm, calling Bobby on me...is that a threat or a promise? Hehe. I have such a fangirlish crush on Mark Wahlberg. Thanks for reviewing!

Brittney Rose: Thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying it! Jack is quite the doll, isn't he? Next update coming soon, thanks again for reviewing!

Skydance1110: Thank you, I'm really glad you like it! Don't worry, there will be all kinds of Jack in the next chapter...and until the end of the story, in fact. We'll learn more about him. And we are going to see Chad again before the story is over...you'll just have to wait and see how that goes! Thanks again for reading and reviewing!