A/N: hey guys! here's chapter 11!

Chapter 11

Ashley's POV

The video begins and the clock says 8pm.

"Ash, by 8pm Becky was already asleep in her bed and Alexis was bathed and getting ready to go to bed soon. When Matt went to bed I checked on the girls and they were both sound asleep, then I stayed up until about 10pm and checked on all three of them before heading to bed myself. They were all in their beds so I know they weren't taken out of our house until after 10pm. Maybe you should fast forward to then" Spencer tells me.

"Okay" I say. There is no sense in wasting ours and the kids' time watching the video from 8pm when Spencer knows they were still home at 11pm.

I fast forward until 11pm.

"Should I fast forward until we see something unusual? If we don't, then we can watch it at normal speed, but why waste time if we can catch it earlier?" I ask.

"Yeah, fast forward. Time is of the essence" she agrees with me.

I fast forward through the video. We see nothing unusual and the clock reads just after 1am.

"It's after one and there is still nothing!" I say disappointed while the tape is still fast forwarding.

"Play! Press play!" Spencer yells.

I press play making the video resume at normal speed.

We see a car parked in front of our home. It's a dark colored car and really nice!

"Well, we know why they didn't want our money. These people must be rich, too. That car looks expensive!" Spencer observes aloud.

"Expensive, Spencer? That doesn't even begin to describe that car. Do you have any idea what that is?!" I ask her.

"Umm…not specifically. Why? Do you?" she asks.

"Spencer, that is a Porsche Carrera GT! It is one of the most expensive Porches in the world! It reaches speeds of over 200mph! It has a V10 engine, Spence! It's on the market for nearly 500,000!" I tell her.

"Wow!" she responds.

"Yeah! You wanna know something else?" I ask her.

"Umm….no, not really. I am afraid that you have about 15 minutes worth of statistics on that car and we don't have the time. We have to see if we can catch a face or a license plate or something."

"Fine I won't tell you, then, but you are missing out" I tell her.

"You know if it is so expensive, there are probably only a handful of people who own them. Maybe we could get a list of all the people within a specified distance who own them if we don't catch a face or a license plate" she says ignoring my comment.

I tell her that is a good idea, but let's just hope we can find a license plate or a face right now.

We turn our attention back to the video and see the kids being escorted out of our home by the driver of that beautiful car.

While watching the video, Spencer says, "Ashley. Doesn't this seem strange to you? They aren't putting up a fight. They aren't yelling or anything! You think they were threatened? I mean, the kidnapper isn't even walking that close to them. It's like they aren't afraid or something" she tells me.

"Hmm…Yeah. Well, that is because they aren't in danger" I say calmly.

"What are you talking about, Ashley?! They are in the hands of strangers and we have no idea where they are! How is that not dangerous?" she says not so calmly.

I am deep in thought, so it takes me about 15 seconds to speak:

"…It all makes sense now! How could I have been so dumb! I missed all the signs! I know who has our children, Spencer, and I don't know why they have them, but I assure you our kids are in no danger and they never have been, but I can't promise that of the kidnapper when I get my hands on the person. We have a late night visit to make. Grab your coat. Let's go." I say glad the kids are safe, but pissed at who took our children. I start walking to towards the front door.

"What?!" she says understandably confused.

"Just come on and I will tell you where we are going in the car!" I tell her already half way out the door.

Spencer's POV

We drive for about 30 minutes before we are sitting outside our destination. It is a beautiful home and one we have been to many times in the past. The Porsche in the video is likely in the garage.

We exit the car and Ashley runs up to the front door yelling "Open the Fing door right now! I swear I will break it down!" she yells.

I would try to calm her down, but she is too worked up for me to try to calm her down now. It would be useless.

We hear a distant 'hold on' come from inside the house.

"Hold on?! I will not hold on! I want my children back now! I don't know why you did it and right now I don't care, first I just want my kids!" she hollers at the person on the other side of the door.

We hear clicking on the other side of the door and then we see the doorknob turn. The door opens to reveal the kidnapper.

Ashley rushes inside on a hunt for our children.

"Where are they?! I am not screwing around, I want our children back right now!" she tells the person. I can see she is getting very emotional.

"Ash, they aren't here right now. But, I assure you they are in good hands." The kidnapper sighs before continuing, "Okay, I guess the jig is up. Come on let's go I'll bring you to them…Ashley will you please stop looking at me like you are going to gain about 50,000 lbs of muscle, turn green, and then squish me between your thumb and pointer finger? It's creeping me out! I know you are angry, but when we get there everything will be explained, okay?" the person asks.

Ashley doesn't respond, she just walks out of the house and heads to our car.

We get back in the car and the person gets in their Porsche. We drive for a while following the Porsche before I figure I should try to calm Ashley down some. "Ashley, the important thing is that they are safe and have been this entire time. Yeah, I am angry, too, but we will hear the explanation soon. Please calm down some, Ash. I know it's all out of love, but you do look like you are about to Hulk-up on me" I say trying to reason with her.

She sighs.

"Okay, Spence. I will try" she assures me.

The Porsche parks in front of a house, and Ashley pulls up behind it putting the car in park.

She looks at me and I can visibly see her starting to calm down some. She moves closer to me and places her head in the crook of my neck needing some comfort and support right now. I gladly give it to her as she has been doing for me this whole time. I whisper reassuring words in her ear and I can feel her calm even more with every word. I hear a sniffle and then her arms wrap around me pulling me even closer. It is painful to see her so hurt.

"It's okay, Ash. We know they are safe, that is what's important. Everything will be okay, I promise" I whisper to her.

After a few minutes I feel her grip loosen a little. I decide to calm her down before she becomes angry again.

"Remember: calm, Ashley. Don't go in threatening to break down the doors, please."

She shakes her head agreeing. She exits the car first and I follow behind her. As I am getting out she offers me her hand.

I take it.

We hold hands while walking up the very familiar driveway behind the owner of the Porsche, and to the very familiar front door. I take out the key to the house, and open the door which I have opened many times in the last 30+ years.

"MOM?! DAD?! We need to talk right now!" I yell letting them know we are here and whatever this was is now over.