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"Don you're going to have to put some of this in storage. There just isn't enough room for all of it," Allison said glancing at the mess in their bedroom. She and Flack had been trying to unpack his things, but ran out of space quickly.

"Or, maybe you could get rid of some of your clothes. I really don't think you need this many clothes. I've never even seen you in half of them," Flack told her his voice sounding a little strained.

"The reason you haven't seen me in half of them is because you never take me anywhere! We go to work and we come home. Most of those clothes aren't work appropriate so you have to actually take me out to see them. But I have a feeling that's not going to happen so just don't even worry about it. I'll go throw them away right now," Allison yelled hobbling over to her closet and taking half of the clothes out. She turned around but Flack was blocking the bedroom door. He had something to say and she wasn't leaving until he said it.

"Maybe the reason I don't take you anywhere is because it seems like whenever I do, this Joseph Gordon guy shows up! Did you ever think about that? Maybe I don't want you to get hurt again! Or have you forgotten about what he did you?"

Allison went up to Flack and slapped him. "How dare you say that to me! Of course I remember what he did to me! I have to look at the scars every damn day! I have to live with the memory of my dead sister because of that man! So you do not get to say that to me and you do not get to blame me for any of this!"

With that Allison sat down on the bed and started crying. Flack was stunned. He didn't know what to say. He sat down next to her and tried to put his arm around her, but she pulled away.

"Don't touch me," she whispered.

"Allison. I'm sorry. I wasn't blaming you for what happened. And I'm sorry I said those things. I… I wasn't thinking. Allison, I love you. I didn't mean any of it."

"I'm s-sorry I h-hit you," Allison said through her sobs. "I overreacted. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. I've just been really tired lately. And it seems like I overreact all the time."

"Well, we've had an exhausting couple of weeks. I know that's why I went off on you."

"Maybe. I really don't know though."

"Come here," Flack said pulling Allison into a hug. She wrapped her arms around him and continued to cry. They stayed like that until Flack could hear Allison's cries die down. "Now what's going on with you?"

"I honestly have no idea. I've just been exhausted. Even before the kidnapping. It seems like no matter how much sleep I get, I'm still tired."

"Well, maybe you should go to the doctor about it. He could maybe give you some answers."

"Yeah, you're right. I'll call tomorrow. Right now I want to take a nap."

Flack laughed. "Okay. May I join you?"

"I would like that very much," Allison said smiling.

Flack opened his eyes to discover that the other side of the bed was empty. He couldn't help but worry considering what had happened the last time he woke up and Allison was gone.

He got up and walked into the living room. Flack was relieved to see Allison sitting on the couch, but his relief was quickly replaced by concern when he noticed her body language. Allison was curled up in a ball and staring at some random point in the distance.

"Allison, are you okay?" he asked. She simply nodded. As he moved closer, Flack noticed that she had been crying. "Allison, what's wrong?"

"Everything."

"What are you talking about? Why have you been crying?"

Allison sighed. She didn't really want to talk about what was bothering her, but she knew she would have to eventually. Especially since it involved Flack.

"I woke up because I had a nightmare. But it was weird because, in it, I was pregnant. Well that got me thinking." At this point, Allison's eyes teared up again and Flack knew what was coming next. "My period is two weeks late."

Flack had tried to prepare himself, but he just couldn't. It felt like all of the breath had left his body.

"S-so does that mean that you're pregnant?"

"I have to take a test to be absolutely sure, but I think I am."

"And is that why you've been crying?"

"Yes. I mean, I'm not crying because I might be pregnant. I'm crying because I'm so overwhelmed by everything that's happened. And by the fact that it seems like every time something good happens, something awful happens too." With those words Allison started to cry even harder. Flack sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her.

"Shh… it's okay. Everything's going to be okay. I won't let anything else bad happen to you. I'm going to take care of you, Annaleigh, and our baby."

Allison looked up at him and smiled. "You are so sweet. I love you so much Don. I think this may be why I've been so tired lately. And why I snapped at you the other day. I'm sorry."

"I love you too Allison. And it's okay. It's certainly understandable. Now let's go back to bed, it's late. We can go get a pregnancy test tomorrow after we take Annaleigh to school. Do you want to tell her before or after?"

"After. Just in case it's a false alarm."

"Alright. Now come on. I'm tired." And they went back to bed and quickly fell asleep.

Allison was standing in the kitchen drinking hot tea while Flack was making coffee. Normally, Allison would have had coffee as well, but if she was pregnant she knew it wouldn't be good for the baby. Annaleigh didn't have to be at school for another two hours so they were taking their time.

"Do you want to take Annaleigh to get breakfast before she has to be at school?" Flack asked turning to look at Allison.

"That sounds like a good idea. Will you go wake her up while I get dressed?"

"Yeah." Flack got up and started toward Annaleigh's room, calling her name as he got closer. "Hey Annaleigh wake up! We're taking you to break-. Annaleigh? Annaleigh?!"

At the frantic sound of Flack's voice, Allison knew something was wrong and all thoughts of the baby had left her mind. Her mug slipped out of her hand, but she never heard it shatter on the ground. It felt like all of the blood had drained from her body. For a moment she couldn't move, but only for a second. Before she could realize what was going on her feet were taking her over to Annaleigh's room. When she got to the door she saw Flack's ashen face.

"Sh-she's gone. She's not here," he stammered.

"No! Where is she?! Where did she go?!" Allison shouted. She ran up to Flack. "Don what happened to her?"

At this point tears were filling both of their eyes. Flack just shook his head, a look of shock appearing on his face.

"Allison, I don't know. We have to call Mac. He'll be able to help us find her."

Allison sank to the floor and cried. Everything had been looking up, but in one split second her entire world was turned inside out.

Allison never saw Flack leave the room. She didn't hear him call Mac. All she heard were her own cries of desperation.

AN: Please let me know what you think of this chapter. I liked it enough to publish it, but I'm not sure if it's as great as it could be. Reviews are always appreciated! :)