"Where is she!" Fred muttered, his head in his hands as he stared at the steering wheel. He was in the Mystery Machine, Velma sat beside him, Shaggy ans Scooby sat in the back.

"Like man, chill, its only ten past." Shaggy said, his mouth full of chewed up sandwich.

"Yeah but she would have called us, or text us if she wasn't coming, or if she was late." Fred protested.

"Rell, Raybe..."

"Actually Scooby, I agree with Fred, this bis very unlike Daph, I mean, usually she's always on time." Velma said softly.

"We need to go see if everything's okay." Fred commented, starting the van.

"Like man, you worry to much." Shaggy stated.

"Yeah, well sometimes that pays off..." Fred murmured.

"So, Mr. Blake, care to share your formula with us?" Mr. Stevenson asked, his hands beginning to wander. Daphne sobbed protests into her gag.

"Fine." Mr. Blake sighed, unable to watch his daughter treated in such a way. "Upstairs, third room on the left. Inside there's a wardrobe, it has a false back, once you remove the panel, there's another small room. Inside of that room there's a safe, the combination is..." He paused, hesitant to tell them the combination.

"Yes?" Mr. Stevenson urged, his grip on Daphne becoming tighter and painful. It was the soft cry of pain heard through Daphne's gag that pushed him to tell the answer; he had to protect his daughter, he'd already failed her too many times.

"Three, Seven, Two, Nine." He sighed.

"Boys," Mr. Stevenson grinned, "Go get me that formula."

"Right Bill." They replied simultaneously as they stood up and hurried up the stairs.

"You better not be lying to me George, otherwise I may have to punish your little princess."

"I'm not, no please, just put her down." Mr. Blake said softly, his eyes glistening.

"We'll see about that when I get what I want." Mr. Stevenson murmured, eyeing Daphne up and down once again, and then doing the same to Mrs. Blake. "You've got a pretty little pair here George, it's just a shame your other daughters aren't here, we could have had so much fun." He said, a devilish smile on his face.

Mrs. Blake remained silent, terrified that if she was unable to hold back one of her remarks that Daphne would pay for it.

The Mystery Machine came to a stop outside the gates of Blake mansion. The gang crept out and proceeded to enter the grounds.

"Something's not right." Fred whispered, "Since when do the Blakes not have security on guard?"

"That does seem odd, maybe something is going on here Fred." Velma replied, her voice low.

"Like guys, you over think things, I'm sure security's just on a break or something." Shaggy muttered, trying to avoid Daphne's family at all costs. To them, he was a no good hippie, to him, they were no good snobs...well apart from Daphne that is, she was like a sister to him.

The continued creeping, very slowly, up to the mansion, towards a window where silhouettes could be seen. Cautiously, the group crawled in front of the window, keeping their heads down at rick of being spotted. They popped their heads up, carefully making sure that they were out of sight beforehand, and what they saw, made them sick, scared and furious. As they looked through the window, they could clearly see Mr. Blake still lying on the floor, blood dripping from his head, Mrs. Blake still leaning against the wall and Daphne, still sitting on Mr. Stevenson's lap.

"What...What the fuck!" Fred hissed, struggling to keep his voice down. He turned to Velma, waiting for her to say something, say anything, but she just clasped her hand over her mouth, to stunned to speak. Looking past her, he saw a confused looking Scooby, but an enraged Shaggy.

"We need to get her out of there." Shaggy said, his voice a low, angry growl.

"Freddie, w-we need a plan..." Velma said, her voice nothing more then a petrified whisper.

"I know...B-but I don't know what to do, I mean h-how are we going to get her out of there..." Fred slumped down against the brick wall, running his hand through his hair.

Velma was speechless; Fred without a plan was a rare sight, especially when it was Daphne whose in trouble.

"I've got a plan..." Shaggy mumbled, "It's a risky one, but it just might work..."

Looking up at the cowardly teenager, Velma saw something she hadn't seen in him before; determination. He wanted to help Daphne so badly, yet before, he was so reluctant to even go and check on her. 'Does this have something to do with what he said at the restaurant?' Velma thought, wondering just what could have possibly happened between Daphne and Shaggy.

"Bill, we've found it." Mr. Saunders grinned as he dangled a folder in his hands.

Mr. Stevenson shot up, pushing Daphne to the floor in his haste. "Yes!" He cried out in triumph, "We're gonna get some big bucks for this one boys!" He paused, looking down at the family cowering before him. "Boys, this is a nice place they have here isn't it? I bet there's lots of things worth a lot that we could...err...'borrow'"

"Haha yeah I know what you mean, I can see one right now." Mr. Sanderson said slyly, staring at Daphne.

"Oh don't worry, you can take her if you like, I wouldn't mind a bit of fun with her myself if I'm honest." Mr. Stevenson grinned.

"No!" Mrs. Blake cried, "You leave her alone!"

"Could we take her too?" Mr. Saunders said, eyeing Mrs. Blake up and down.

However, before anyone could say anymore, the doorbell rang.

Authors Note: okay so now I predict that there is going to be about another two chapers for this story :) but then again I could be wrong XD

Thank you to all my reviewers, especially Chezza456, craponacrutch and andrezapecanha who seem to review almost every chapter :)