Heyyy, so I've got the rest of this story planned out. Enjoy!

Aria's POV:

I was drifting back into consciousness. And sadly, I would have preffered to be out cold. My back hurt, my wrists were stinging, and my body ached as if I hadn't moved in years. On top of all that, it felt like someone was poking me.

I cracked one eye open and looked at the person sitting down next to me. He had a stick in his hand and he kept prodding me in the side. I grabbed the stick and yanked it out of his grasp.

"Hey!" he yelled. I winced at the volume, but glared anyways.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, holding the stick up.

He grabbed it back from me. "Boss told me to make sure you weren't dead."

"And you couldn't have just seen if I was breathing?" I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow.

The man tried to poke me again, but I swatted the stick away. "No. I didn't want to get too close to you."

I was so tempted to grab the stick and start beating him with it. But that would probably get me into a lot more trouble. So I sat there silently, like the good little girl that I pretend to be.

"Follow me," he commanded. I stood and followed him out of the cell and down some hall until we came to a steel door. He pushed it open and shoved me inside, locking the door behind me.

I saw an uncomfortable looking chair in the center of the room. Instead of avoiding that chair, like any sane person would do, I sat down on it, crossing my legs. The door opened again and a woman stepped in. She had short, bleach blonde hair and a slight Scottish accent.

"Comfortable?" she asked.

I shrugged. "That depends. Comfortable with this situation? Yes. Comfortable in this chair? Then...not really."

She slapped me across the face before having two goons tie me to the chair. I couldn't help but notice that Bex's slipknots were more secure.

"You know, these guys should really learn to tie a knot. I bet I can get out of this almost as quickly as people run when they see your hideous face."

That got me another slap, but I just smirked. This is going to be fun.

Zach's POV:

Dawn was pacing around the room. Bex and Macey were on Bex's bed, and Liz was at her laptop.

"Where could they have taken her?" Cammie wondered aloud from her spot next to me. I shrugged and picked up her hand, playing with her fingers.

Dawn stopped pacing and turned to look us all in the eyes. "I think the real question is why they took her."

"I think it's pretty obvious," I told her. I recieved a glare in return.

"Okay. Let me refrase that. Why would they take Aria when Cammie is sitting right here? No offense," she added the last part.

"None taken," Cammie replied. "But I think she know something about them. That's why they came after me...except I have no idea what they think I know."

Kat and Jess came into the room, both reading files. "Hey, guys. I think I have some interesting information..." Jess trailed off.

"Well? What is it?" Macey asked.

"Did you know Aria would train at Blackthorne every summer when she was younger?" Kat asked suddenly.

"WHAT?" A collective gasp was heard.

"I know," Bex whispered, glancing at me.

Macey turned to her and gripped her shoulders. "Why didn't you tell me?"

I ignored Macey and looked at Liz. "Anything?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. It's like she just disappeared!"

"Woah, woah, woah. Get this. Joe Solomon is Aria's uncle!" Macey exclaimed, holding the papers as if they were some rare artifact that could never be replaced.

"I know," Bex repeated herself.

"Bex! Tell us what you know!" Macey prompted impatiently.

Bex gave a sheepish smile. "That's about it."

"Well, if we didn't see any of this, then we're either very bad spies, or she's..." Liz trailed off, leaving Bex to finish.

"She's better than we thought."

We nodded our agreements. "Yeah. And that means she's good enough to hold out."

Dawn froze in her tracks and Cammie's eyes widened. "But if they can't break her, they'll..."

"They'll kill her. And I am not about to let that happen," Dawn finished.

Her jaw tightened, her fists were clenched at her sides, and the fire in her eyes was one of pure determination. I don't think anyone has ever seen her angrier.

"None of us will," Macey assured. Liz's face paled and she seemed almost afraid to speak the words we all knew were true. Painful, but true.

"What if we can't?"

Dawn shook her head and took a deep breath to calm herself. "Don't think like that. I'm getting her back if it's the last thing I do."

"We," I corrected.

She just rolled her eyes. "Fine. We will find her. And we will bring her home."

"Well, we need to stop doubting ourselves. We also need to stop going on and on about the possibilities," I gave Dawn a pointed look. "And keep looking."

I am incredibly sorry for the long wait. :( Please review?

Forever and Always,
Me