Woah! Chapter ten already! I write these fanfics beforehand thinking it'll get about 10 reviews at the most, but it's got nearly 40! That's insane. I want to thank you all so much for your continued support. You're all so sweet. As it is chapter ten I tried to make it as dramatic as possible and I wanted to do a cliffhanger? Hopefully you'll enjoy. I love you all for reading!

The following morning, Rachel swallowed upon waking, her throat was like sandpaper and she desperately needed something to drink. The sun was shining in through the curtains and casting its warm glow over where she was laid in the bed. It was at that moment the events of the previous night came back to her and she sat up sharply with a gasp. She had spent the night with Finn. Rachel turned to the side and found herself thankful that he hadn't yet woken up. She needed to get out of there and she needed to get out of there fast, it was with that thought in mind that she swung her legs around to the side of the bed and carefully got out, using as little movement as possible so that there was only a minimal chance of her disturbing him. After collecting her underwear from the side of the bed Rachel put it on and then pulled her dress on, having a little fight with herself as she tried to zip it up at the back, unable to stop herself from remembering the previous night and how easily Finn had un done it.

Once she had her dress on, Rachel turned and bit down on her bottom lip to stop it trembling. She wanted to run her hands over Finn's hair but she knew that she couldn't, he was married, he was someone else's and she knew what had happened the previous night had been a big mistake. She left the room silently and crept down the corridor and into the room Abigail was staying in. Rachel picked up the shoes and the clip that she'd left in there the night before and lifted Abigail so that she was laid in her arms undisturbed. Rachel knew that if she woke it would be much harder to get out of the house without anyone knowing and she wasn't sure she could deal with any questions. After getting downstairs Rachel slipped her shoes on and picked up her bag before wrapping her cardigan around Abigail. She left Finn's house and after walking out of the grounds and a little way down the road she was thankful when a taxi drove towards her, which she stopped and used to get a lift back to her house.

When the taxi came to a stop outside of the house Rachel frowned when two well-built men stepped out of it and put four bin bags onto the floor before locking the door. She got out of the taxi quickly and shook her head a little in sheer panic at what was going on.

"What are you doing, that's my house."

"Not anymore it's not love."

"What do you mean? You can't just throw me out I've got nowhere to go."

"Not our problem love. The land lord wants you out."

Rachel gritted her teeth to try desperately to keep her emotions under control though she struggled. "You can't do this, you're supposed to give me a month's notice. Where am I going to go?" she snapped, running her free and over her hair getting more and more angry as each moment passed. Rachel knew that if Abigail hadn't have been there she would have wiped the smug smirks from both of their expressions. "I have a little girl I can't just stay out on the street . . ."

"Not our problem love." the bigger of the two men stated before walking past Rachel, nudging her with his shoulder as he went, which caused Abigail to wake. Rachel stepped to one side to avoid losing her balance, now seething but when Abigail whimpered it immediately turned to concern.

"Hey baby shhhh," Rachel soothed, desperate to try to hide how bad things were to her daughter.

"I go bed? I tired . . ." Abigail mumbled and Rachel nodded, despite not knowing where "bed" would be that night.

"I think we're going to go on a little adventure sweetheart."

"No bed?"

"Soon baby, I promise . . ."

Abigail nodded and curled back up in Rachel's arms looping her arm around her neck for a cuddle, refusing to let go. The taxi driver that had dropped Rachel off at her house walked up to the side of her and she frowned, though what he wanted soon became apparent. "You haven't paid me love . . ."

"Oh, I'm sorry" Rachel mumbled and used one of her arms to hold Abigail and the other to get some money out. She passed over a £10 note "is that enough?"

He nodded "yeah, more than. Can I take you anywhere else?"

"Do you know where any b&b's are?"

The guy nodded and smiled at her sadly "yeah get back in and I'll drive you around to find out if there are any vacancies."

"Thank you . . ." Rachel whispered, feeling as though she might weep at how nice he was being.

She got back into the car with Abigail who had settled once more and as she put the seatbelt over them she could only hope that she had found somewhere before she woke up once more. Rachel checked her purse and was glad to find that she had some money in it, she had no idea what she was going to do on a long-term basis but she just hoped that if she could get herself sorted for that night she would be able to give it some more thought.

When Finn stirred he reached out to find Rachel but all he was met with was a cold, empty space. He sat up and sighed when it dawned on him that she had gone. Of course he wished that she hadn't and he couldn't help feeling that he should have been prepared for that, silently he wondered what she was thinking about what had happened between the two of them and despite knowing that he should regret what had happened, he didn't.

Finn flopped back down into the bed and sighed, he wasn't sure what he was going to do from that point in regards to Maria or Rachel but it was only seconds before he decided that he wanted to try to speak to Rachel and find out what she was thinking. He moved his legs around to the side of the bed and pulled on a pair of boxers before descending the stairs. He picked up his phone from the side and dialed Rachel's number, walking into the kitchen to get himself a glass of orange juice as it rang. When it went to voicemail he let out an angry sigh. I don't want to talk to a stupid automatic machine, he thought, I want to talk to her.

Finn leaned against the kitchen counter, his back against the cool marble wasn't the most comfortable of positions but he didn't case, he needed to talk to Rachel and he worried that she wasn't answering her phone. When April walked into the kitchen he managed a small smile and was thankful when she put it down to him being tired or hung-over, or a mixture of both.

"Can I make you a full English Finn?" she questioned softly, "will Rachel be wanting her breakfast do you know?"

Finn nodded at her first question, feeling his heart speed up at just the mention of her name. "Rachel's gone April, she urr . . . She had a couple of things that she needed to do."

"Did she have fun?"

"I think so" he nodded, and then am his way into the living room, putting a stop to the conversation before it went to far.

Rachel was standing in the middle of a small room she had booked to spend the night in with Abigail. After getting some money from the cash point she had gone to one of the hotels that the guy who was driving the taxi had told her about and she was thankful that they had a room left. There was a double bed with a small TV opposite it and a bathroom. The room was very basic but at that moment in time it was all Rachel could afford. Abigail stirred and when she wriggled Rachel put her down to let her stand, the bags of their things were in the corner of the room and she ran over to them. "No leave them baby."

"Why they like dis?"

"We're moving sweetheart . . ."

"Again?"

Rachel nodded.

"No, me want my bed"

"We have a bed here . . ."

Abigail shook her head and when her bottom lip started to wobble Rachel thought that everything that had happened over the past couple of weeks was just going to become too much and make her crumble. "No . . . My bed, I no stay here."

"Stay here with me, only for one night?"

Abigail began to cry and shook her head, stamping her foot as she curled her hands into little fists and shouted at Rachel. "no mama, no want to stay here."

Rachel sighed quietly and swallowed hard, shaking her head a little before speaking up as she took a step closer to Abigail and leaned down to pick her up. "Don't get upset baby, just one day alright? I know you're tired but how about we have a bath and then curl up in bed and you can put your cartoons on?" she whispered, kissing the side of her head gently.

Abigail whispered quietly and sniffed before nodding at what Rachel had said. Rachel kissed her once more before she walked through into the bathroom, bathing Abigail before getting washed herself and once they had both changed into a pair of pajama's Rachel curled up in bed with her daughter and put on the cartoons as she had promised. She knew that everything which had happened over the past couple of weeks would have been a lot for Abigail to take in, though she hadn't understood just how much she had been effected until her earlier outburst. She only hoped that the following day she would be able to find somewhere more permanent for them to stay and hoped that by doing so would allow Abigail to get settled more than she was. Of course she wished she could provide for her properly without having to scrimp and save just to put some food on the table. But, given how she had left their other life she had known that was how it was going to be and as bad as it was, she knew it was either that, or just wait for the day that things went too far and she ended up in hospital, or worse.

Brody sat in his home that was located in the outskirts of Liverpool; it was luxurious and spacious, just how he liked it. It was moments after Brody had call up one of the men that worked for him that there was a knock on the door of the expensive house. The man that Brody had called to help him out was Rik, he was solidly built with large shoulders, and he was over six foot and had a shaved head. Brody often used him for collecting debts that people owed him and needless to say he usually got the money Brody wanted. Rik was always there when Brody needed someone and he was the person that he had employed the longest. It was due to working with each other for so long that they had become friends. Rik had been asked on more than one occasion to go and work with other people, he was notorious for how quickly and efficiently he got a job done, regardless of what it was as long as the price was right he would go it. However, Brody paid him too well for him to even think about working for someone else.

Brody sat down in the chair that he used if he was in the living room and Rik sat down on the sofa, leaning forwards a little with his elbows rested on his thighs. Both men had a glass of Whiskey and after having swig from the glass Rik was the first person to speak and break the silence that had descended in the room. "So, what's this bit of business that you want me to deal with, Brody?"

"To the point, as ever . . ."

Rik didn't answer; he knew the statement didn't require one.

"Well as you know my so called wife has done a runner with my kid, I thought she would have been back by now but she isn't, so I want her found and I want her found quickly. I think Rachel and I need to have words, don't you?" he smirked.

Rik nodded "silly girl"

"Indeed. I think she needs to be reminded of her wedding vows. In particular the "until death do us part" one."

Rik nodded "course. Do you have any clues as to where she might be?"

Brody shook his head "do you think I'd be here if I did? She has disappeared."

"Not for long." Rik smirked

Brody nodded, his smirk matching Rik's. He finished his drink and sat back in the chair, enjoying the knowledge that Rachel should be back with him soon.