"Lucas, I love you and all, but where do we start?" Peyton asked slowly. There was no obvious starting point.

"Well, its simple, Peyt," Lucas began as he glanced over at her; "We go to the police and see what they have. Then, we follow their tracks."

Peyton scoffed, "Lucas, are you sure you are alright?"

"Well, I'll be dammed if I am supposed to just sit there and let a bunch of idiots find Brooke!" he mumbled. Peyton sunk down in her chair. Part of her wanted to find Brooke so bad and the other part, didn't want to. She wanted Lucas to realize the kiss they shared meant something. Sadly, it wouldn't and probably never will. Her thoughts were interrupted by a phone call.

"Hello," Peyton answered.

"Hey, Peyton, it's Rachel, what's up?" Rachel asked.

"Well, Lucas has it in his head that we should play detective!" Peyton said with a laugh. Lucas glared at her. He did not like the idea that she thought that it was a joke. He was going to find the love of his life and prove to her that he was wrong, one way or another.

"Really? That's great! I wish I could help but Catalina is kicking my ass for eating a candy bar! Ugh, that stupid bitch is making me go work out!" Rachel said irritably.

Peyton laughed, "That absolutely sucks! But, hey, I got to go, I'll call you later!"

"Alright, keep me posted!" Rachel said as she hung up. Peyton closed her phone and unbuckled her seat belt as they arrived at the police station.

"Lucas, remain calm, ok?" Peyton asked.

"No promises," Lucas said as they walked through the doors.

"Hello, how may I help you?" A police man asked. He was heavy set and very nice looking.

"Yes, Brooke Penelope Davis was kidnapped a week ago, can you give me any information?" Lucas asked.

The policeman sighed, "I'm sorry that information is private."

"Please, that was our best friend!" Lucas begged.

Again he sighed and looked at the floor, "You seem like a nice kid and all, but I can't release information to the public at this time."

"You can't tell me a fucking thing?" Lucas asked starting to lose it.

Peyton's eyes widened and she grabbed Lucas' hand, "Thanks, for your time."

"No problem. However I can assure you that she is being looked for."

"You should have already found a fucking clue or found her for that matter. What the fuck have you been doing this whole week? Drinking coffee and sitting on your lazy asses? Hmmm?!" Lucas got closer to his face, "I sware to

God you better pray she is alive or so help me God, I will blow this fucking place up and put a bullet in your wife's head. Just so you know how it feels to have the love of your life die!"

The policeman grabbed Lucas' arms and put them behind his back. He handcuffed Lucas.

"Please, he didn't mean it," Peyton begged as her eyes watered.

"He needs sometime to cool down," the policeman said as he threw him in a cell.

"Are you going to release him?" Peyton asked.

"I have some things to do and a phone call to make first," the police officer said as he sat at his desk. "Feel free to go sit and talk to him."

Peyton quickly flashed him a small smile and went to his cell, "I told you to remain calm."

"You don't get it, Peyton," Lucas said softly as his eyes water. "Every second they waste, another second Brooke is in danger!"


"You told him you'd put a bullet in his wife's head?!" Karen yelled as they drove home. Lucas lowered in his seat.

"Again, I'm sorry," Lucas repeated. He had been apologizing for a good thirty minutes.

"They are doing their job and trying to find her—"

"Exactly, they shouldn't try; they should do!" Lucas snapped.

"Lucas Eugene Scott, that is enough!" Karen said as they pulled into their driveway. "You are grounded until they find Brooke, do you understand?"

"That's bullshit!" Lucas interjected.

"Go to your room!" she screamed at him. Lucas stormed off to his bedroom. He locked the door. He was going to escape!


Peyton groaned there was never anything good at midnight on TV. She sighed and turned off the television. She grabbed her phone and dialed Brooke's number. She doubted Brooke had it but she called it all the time, she just wanted to hear her voice, even if it was voicemail….

Brooke opened her eyes as something vibrated against her. She looked around. She was alone. She wiggled her hands and slowly grabbed her phone. Peyton!

"Peyton!" yelled as the tears began to pour!

"Brooke! Oh my god, Brooke! Where are you?" Peyton asked. She knew she probably didn't have enough time.

"I think I'm downtown in this sleazy motel!" Brooke said as she examined the room.

"Describe it!" Peyton said as she got paper.

"I don't know I was knocked out but there are water beds and mermaid stuff everywhere!" Brooke said.

"Brooke-"

Brooke heard footsteps, "I love you, Peyton. Bye!"

Silence.

Peyton grabbed her coat and purse. She hopped in her car. She had talked to Brooke. They had a lead.


Lucas was awakened by a knock on his door. He looked at the clock, one o'clock, who was up this early? He put on his white shirt and jeans. He slowly opened the door.

"Peyton?"

"Lucas, I-talked-to-Brooke-on-the-phone-she-still-has-her-phone!" Peyton said quickly.

Lucas smiled, "What she say?"

"Well, she told me she is downtown in a motel. She doesn't know the name but she described it. Something about waterbeds and mermaid decorations?" Peyton recalled.

"The Voyager Motel?" Lucas asked.

Peyton's eyes widened, "That's it!"

Lucas grabbed his bag full of clothes and placed a note on his bed, "Let's go!"


"Who were you talking to?" a male asked Brooke. She shivered. He was scary and mysterious.

"Myself," she answered.

"Don't lie!" he hissed as he slapped her across the face. Brooke screamed and shed a tear for the pain.

"So, you called your friends and told them where you are, huh?" the female asked as she got closer to Brooke.

"My friends are gonna find me!" Brooke said as she spat on them.

The female reached over and grabbed her phone and handed it to the male. He threw it against the wall and it shattered.

"We are going to leave, Princess! We are going to Florida. They won't find you," the girl said. "Go pack the van!" she ordered to the male.

"No!" Brooke screamed.

"Oh, Brookie, it's going to be alright!" the female said with a chuckle as she left the room.

"Ok, Brooke, time to leave clues," she told herself. She looked around and found the hotel memo pad and grabbed a pen. She scribbled a sun and Disney world. She didn't want to write Florida incase the kidnappers came back. She quickly resumed her place on the floor. The handcuffs really made her hands hurt. She was chained to a bed, fun!

The female came back and unchained Brooke and tied her hands together. She grabbed Brooke and led her to the living room. The man pressed a gun to her back, "Keep silent," he warned.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Brooke!" Lucas' voiced roared through the side of the door.

"Shit!" the male cursed.

"Time to go!" the woman called.

AN: revieww for spoiler! I will send them tomorrow! :)