Kendall's P.O.V.

(Usually I only do Logan's, but this chapter is about to get fucked up, and will be better seen through Kendall's eyes. Also…I am loving all the reviews, so thank you guys so much!)

My brain was running about a thousand miles a minute, and I had no way to stop it. I also had no way of stopping the deranged lunatic from walking off with an innocent, screaming and crying child. Because while I was a great shot, I couldn't risk hurting Gabe. Chris really fucked me over by picking that kid up. I couldn't touch him, with Gabe in his arms. But that didn't seem to register to Logan. After letting this guy, hit Logan and start to walk away, I lowered my gun and immediately started to think of the many possibilities I could go through with. One, I could follow Chris, and wait until Gabe was in the car, and take Chris out. But I worried about Gabe seeing me like that. Two, I could call the cops and get Chris's license and have them track him. Or three, which was more likely what I was going to do, I would put a tracking device on Chris's car, call James and deal with him when we found him. And just as I thought of what I would do, I heard Logan scream and watched him try to run after Chris. I carefully wrapped my arms around Logan, from the back and held him in place. "Chris please! Stop!" I glanced around Logan's head and watched Chris disappear around the side of my house. "Gabriel!" Logan continued to scream and because of the exhaustion and the sheer fear, and pain, his body buckled under his weight. I gently helped him to the ground and put my mouth right by his ear.

"Don't move Logan. I'll be right back." I let Logan go, pulled my gun back out from the holster and ran to my house. I continued to hear Gabriel cry, and scream for his daddy, while Logan also screamed from the beach and it only further angered me. I rushed into my house and ran down the hallway, shoving open the door to my room, under the stairs. The room that had all my gear, ammunition and tools. I went right to the desk in the corner, opened up the top drawer and pulled out a very sensitive small, round box. I turned quick and ran back down the hall, putting my gun back in the holster. I forced the box open, hearing a car door slam shut form outside, silencing the cries of Gabe. I took out the small, metal round deice, and clicked the black button underneath it as I opened my front door. I looked up in time to see Chris climbing into the passenger side of a black SUV. Before he sat down, he looked back at me, and instead of giving me the tough look he was trying to pull just minutes ago, he looked actually scared. I frowned stepping forward hearing a rough male voice from the driver's side and quickly slapped the metal device underneath the tail light I was behind. Chris disappeared into the car and just as his door shut, the SUV sped off down my driveway quick. As it did drive off, I saw the small little red-light flash from my device and breathed out hard. I ran a hand up through my hair, and contemplated weather I should follow the car now. But I was shirtless, in a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and old worn out running shoes. I was in no position to go on a high-speed chase, especially without my partner, and especially because of the sobbing man I could hear down at the beach.

After sending James a very short, but clear text, I walked back out to Logan hunched over his legs, crying loudly into the sand underneath him. I don't usually have the sympathy thing worked out in my head but seeing this man…a man I honestly felt like I loved, sobbing and crying pleading for his son to be brought back to him, did it for me. I fell to my knees down in front of Logan and put my hands on his shoulders. He snapped up and to make matters worse, I saw blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth from where Chris hit him. I moved one hand up to wipe at the blood, but he aggressively shoved my hand away. "Why didn't you stop him!?" I sighed out reaching out for him again, but it only seemed to anger him even more. He started to shove at me and hit me with all his might. Logan isn't a big dude, but he had some serious strength behind his hits. As he hit my chest, and my arms, and my legs, he screamed at the top of his lungs, Gabe's name. Instead of getting mad at him for hitting me, I quickly forced his arms down at his sides and pulled him into me hard. I raised us, so we were both on our knees, and put his face in my neck. He sobbed out louder throwing his arms around my back and shook as I held him up. I had nothing to say. I knew he wouldn't be understanding. He would not like hearing why I didn't stop Chris. Because that was his son. I get it. I would freak the hell out too. But because I know, what I know about Chris, I had this horrible feeling he would let me hurt Gabe before he got hurt himself. I couldn't' take that chance. I just hoped with time, Logan would understand.

We sat on the beach, Logan crying still, eventually not screaming any more, for a good 10 minutes. I didn't let him go once. I let him cry profusely on my chest and neck, not caring that I was covered in his tears. He basically put all his weight on me and let me hold him, and rock him as I rubbed his back with one hand, while the other ran through his short hair on the back of his neck. The only time I even lifted my head form looking at the broken man in front of me, was when I heard my name and Logan's name get called. I glanced over my shoulder and saw both James and Carlos walking out onto my patio, super worried looks on their faces. I motioned them down to us, and they both walked rather quickly to get to us. James got to us first and slowed down when he heard Logan crying in my arms. "What's going on? Where is Gabriel?" Logan sobbed, pushing harder into me and I sighed out motioned Carlos to come down to us. When he dropped to his knees next to us, he put a hand on Logan's back and locked eyes with me. "Kendall. What the fuck is going on? Your text said code yellow. That's not a fucking good sign when the only kid here, is my nephew."

"Chris took Gabe." Carlos moved forward fast and pulled Logan into him hard. Logan happily fell into his best friend's arms, crying out, while I stood up and looked at James. "He hit Logan in the mouth, and then picked Gabe up and walked out. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't risk hurting Gabe if Chris moved or…I don't know. But I put a tracking device on the guys SUV." James sighed out and nodded looking down as he pulled his phone out. "Let me get the device number for you. Carlos would you help me get him inside."

"How bad did he hit him?" I bent down putting a hand under Logan's arm, just as Logan pushed off Carlos turning to him. Carlos sucking in a hard breath and quickly wiped at the corner of Logan's mouth. "What did he say?" Logan closed his eyes and shook his head letting me stand him up. Carlos moved quickly with us and stayed close to Logan's other side as I slowly started to walk him.

"He…he said…he found out-out some stuff about…Kendall." Logan shoved into me hard and I wrapped around him looking at James as he walked next to me on my other side. "He said he was going to take Gabe away…and I wouldn't ever get him back." He sobbed out louder and I quickly rubbed his back kissing on top of his head.

"It's not going to happen Logan. We're going to get Gabriel back, and get his fucking asshole thrown in prison. Where he belongs." Logan sobbed again at James's words and walked slowly up the patio to my house. "Where is your laptop man? I'm going to track this son of a bitch down." I walked Logan inside my house and quickly walked him into the living room. I sat him down on my couch, Carlos quickly letting him curl up under his arm.

"I'm gonna go take of some stuff." Carlos looked up at me, wide eyed, a little pale, but nodded. "We'll be in my back room." He nodded once, and looked down, gently and softly rubbing Logan's shoulder. I turned quick and walked past James, hoping he'd follow. As I walked past my dining table, I grabbed a sweater of mine, I had seen Logan wearing yesterday, and pulled it on quick, as I walked back down to my open office. I flipped the light on over-head, and went to my desk, flipping open my laptop. I pulled out my desk chair and sat back watching James roll another desk chair over to me, sitting don hard.

"What the fuck happened man?" I harshly rubbed my face with my hands, sighing out hard and tried my hardest to get the sound of Gabriel screaming for his dad out of my head. "I'm going to assume you used that last tracker you had?" I lowered my hands from my face and put them on my arm rest nodding, watching him log into my computer, under his name. "Do you still have that sheet with all those barcodes on it?" I nodded reaching over him and reached inside the drawer I had just grabbed the device. I pulled out a piece of paper and made sure it was the right one before setting it down in front of James. "Did Chris hurt Gabe?"

"Not that I saw. I was sound asleep when I heard Logan screaming Gabriel's name." James looked over at me and I shook my head leaning forward running a hand through my hair. "He was out on the beach with him, so I pulled on my jeans and some sneakers…when I got out there, Chris was holding Gabriel, and from what I heard, it sounded like Gabriel thought his parents were going to be back together. But…you know me. Because I know what I know about this scum bag I brought my gun out with me. When Chris turned around and saw me…he told me he had dirt on me." James laughed looking back to the computer and quickly started typing, opening up a few programs. "I'm going to assume he means about our case. But I don't know how he would know that."

"I'm serious dude…whoever the fuck broke into Logan's apartment two nights ago, is working for Chris. Bedside's Chris being an alcoholic abusive asshole, he has a horrible gambling problem. He used to hang out with some bad dudes…dudes who used to work for crime families and shit. I wouldn't be surprised if he asked them for a few favors."

"Does Logan know about his friends?" James nodding his head and I sat back holding back a yawn as James leaned forward still typing.

"Of course, Logan knows. Chris didn't develop a drinking problem until he started fucking around with these guys. That was about 2 years ago. Ever since then Chris has been different and a complete asshole."

"And he never hit Logan before that night?" James shook his head quickly while sitting back, lowering his hands from the keyboard of my laptop. "What?"

"The car is stopped. But I'm confused as to why." I sat up straight looking at the black and green map of the city around us, seeing a flashing red dot somewhere in the middle. "The car went to the warehouse district. It's stopped on Harbor and Smith street. That's…"

"A really shady part of town." James turned to me, going pale and I shook my head. "Call Dave and tell him we have to deal with this. If he doesn't hear from us in an hour, send in backup. But I'm going to get that little boy back." James nodded standing up at the same time I did. "Here." I walked to a huge black filing cabinet and swung the doors open letting a small smile come across my face. Inside my filing cabinet were boxes and boxes of ammunition. Along with a few guns, and a couple of bullet proof vests.

"I'll need another gun. I only brought my 9." I nodded reaching in and grabbed a vest. "So, you want Carlos to stay here? With Logan?"

"Probably best huh?" I eyed him as he reached in and helped himself to another pistol, grabbing a box of ammunition with it. He turned and went back to my desk. I quietly grabbed two more guns, and two boxes of bullets, and took my vest, walking out of the room. I heard soft talking from my living room but walked quickly into my bedroom. I threw my guns and bullets on my bed and gently put my vest next to them. I pulled the zip up hoodie off and went to my closet yanking down a plain black t-shirt, pulling it on fast. I walked back to my bed and grabbed my vest, carefully pulling it on over my head. When it was over my torso, I tightened the straps around my ribs I kicked out of my sneakers, walking to my dresser. I opened up the top drawer and grabbed a pair of black socks. I went back to my bed and sat on the edge, facing out to my door. As I raised my head and pulled on my first sock, I froze. Walking in my room, wiping his face, was Logan. He stopped when he saw me though, and it reminded me why I was getting myself ready to go out and probably kill as many people as I could to get that boy back. His eyes were red and puffy from crying. His mouth was still bleeding. He was a total wreck. That's why I pulled on my first sock, and quickly went to work, on pulling on the other one. As I bent down to get my shoes back on, I saw Logan walk to me, sniffling quietly. I remained looking down as he sat next to me, pushing my guns to the side so he could pull himself up next to me.

"I'm not staying here while you go get my son back. I'm coming with you guys." I ignored him, tying my first shoe tight. "Ignore me…that's fine. But I'm coming with you. And if you feel better about it, I'll wear one of these stupid vests, and have my own gun, and I'll even stay in the car…but I'm not going to just sit back and wait to hear that my son…" He paused, and I looked back slightly seeing tears coming out of his eyes again. "Please don't leave without me." He whispered it softly, putting his head down and covering his face, with one hand. My whole heart snapped in half as I sat up straight lowering my foot, with the shoe on it. I reached out slowly, touching his shoulder first. "Please Kendall." I pulled him in gently, put harshly. He wrapped his arms around me tight, and put his face in my chest, crying out. I held him carefully. He didn't know this, but even thought I was close to agreeing to letting him come, he wasn't actually going to.

"Okay…you can come. But…" I pushed him back fast and put both my hands on his face, holding sort of tight. He swallowed hard, sniffling again, and put his hands-on mine, nodding. "You don't get a gun, you are definitely wearing one of these stupid vests, and you will not take one step out of that car." He nodded fast sitting up a little, as I let him go. "I don't know what we are going to do when we get there, but I promise you Logan, your son will be unhurt, and I will kill anyone who tries to change that."

"Okay." He said it very quietly as I pulled on my other shoe. "Let me get my shoes on." He shot off the bed fast and walked to my desk in my room. I stood up fast, after knotting my shoe and turned to face my bed. I was aware how close Logan got to me, as I started loading both guns, but didn't dare look at him. When both were loaded, I put on in the holster on my vest and held onto the other one as I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of my room. I led him back down to my office, hearing soft talking coming from it. When I walked in, both James and Carlos stood up and stared at me. James had his vest on over his t-shirt, and when he saw Logan, he lowered his phone and dropped his mouth open. I let Logan go, and walked to my cabinet setting my gun down, and yanked down another vest. I turned back to Logan and gently pushed his arms up. He raised them fast and I quickly pulled the vest down, over his head.

"What the hell are you doing?" I put the vest, which was about a size two big, over Logan's chest and raised his right arm, as I started to fasten the straps, to make sure it stayed on tight. "Why is he getting a vest?"

"Because he's coming with us."

"Like hell he is." I glanced over my shoulder at Carlos who stepped forward shoving James's hands off him. "You are usually a really smart guy, and I have a lot of respect for you, because you always bring my husband back home to me. But this…" He motioned to Logan as I turned back to him and gently spun him to check the back of his vest. "He could get hurt. Chris could come after him."

"I won't let that happen. Trust me Carlos." I gently patted Logan's back and turned back to the cabinet, grabbing my extra gun. I quickly grabbed a pair of handcuffs and slipped them in my back-jean pocket. I aggressively slammed the doors shut hard and turned to James just as he sat down fast breathing out hard. "What's up?"

"The car is moving." I moved closer to him fast and looked over his shoulder seeing the red blinking light moving down the street, heading into downtown. "Fuck." James glanced back at me and shook his head. "What do we do?"

"One of us go to the warehouses. The other follows the car." James sighed out standing up and nodded. "I'll take Logan, and we'll check out the warehouses. You keep following this car and let me know as soon as you find anything out." James nodded again, and I turned walking to Logan, who was pale, with just a little bit of blood coming out of his mouth still. I put my hand on the back of his neck and turned him, walking out of the room. I heard the other two behind me, and could tell Carlos was shooting daggers at me, but didn't care. When we got out to my kitchen, I saw my car keys next to Logan's and grabbed both, hopefully without anyone noticing. I continued to walk out to my front door and stopped looking at the wooden banister, that had one skinny leg. The banister was literally there to put keys on top, and shoes on the bottom in the little cubby. However, right now it was going to be what kept Logan from leaving my house. I dropped my hand down form his neck and grabbed his arm softly. I set my gun on the banister and quickly grabbed my handcuffs form my back pocket.

"What are you doing?" I quickly slapped one cuff on Logan's wrist, and even faster, I attached him to the skinny banister leg. "Kendall?" Logan went to grab the handcuff and I stepped around him grabbing my gun. "What the hell are you doing?" I grabbed a black ball cap hanging by my front door on a coat rack and slipped it on, putting it on backwards. I turned to Logan to see a not so happy face. "Get this off me."

"I can't let you go Logan. I can't risk letting you get hurt." His mouth dropped open as he tried desperately to get his wrist out of the cuff. Carlos walked James up to me, and without Logan seeing, mouthed thank you. I took my keys out of my pocket and took off the little handcuff key, gently handing it over to Carlos. "Don't let him out until we've been gone for about 5 minutes."

"God damnit let me out. I'm coming with you!" Carlos nodded pocketing the key and I turned to James who was looking down at his phone.

"The car still moving?" He nodded looking up and slipped his phone in his pocket.

"I'll just take my car and follow you guys!" I saw Logan yank hard on his arm, groaning quietly, as he kicked the banister. "Why did you give me the vest you fucking asshole?!" I heard my front door open and while Logan looked up, tears in his eyes I started to walk out. "Please don't do this Kendall."

"I know you'll be safe here. Just…please stay put and I will bring Gabe back to you." Logan yanked hard on his arm again and looked down crying out. I turned fast and let Carlos shut the door softly behind me as I walked to my car, and James walked to his. "Be careful man. Call me as soon as you find that car. It's a black SUV. California plates." He nodded giving me a thumbs up. I unlocked my car hearing yelling form my house and quickly slipped into it not looking back once.