Chapter 34: I will find you

(Rachel's POV)

Something was not right with this guy. He was really crazy. I woke up the next morning, my clothes were changed and I was in a different room. A much cleaner room. He must have given me something because I cannot remember any of that happening.

I got up, and went to the bathroom. I didn't hear anyone in the house so I quickly took a shower. I felt very dirty. When I finished I went back into the room, and I started looking for a phone, a laptop, anything. Anything just to try to get me out of here, but I found nothing. The only things I found was old letters and pictures. Pictures of him and his family, I didn't know any of them.

I wondered where they were, what they would do if they knew what he was up to. Maybe they already knew already, or maybe he killed them? No, I was thinking way too far. I went over to the other dresser, which only contained clothes. I was getting nowhere. I slid down onto the floor, fed up. If I stayed in this place any longer I would go crazy. I look up, and in the bathroom, there was a long built in cupboard and it was slightly open. I walk over to it and I almost jump with joy. A laptop. God I hope it worked.

I go to the bedroom door and try to see if I saw or heard anything, but I didn't so I locked it and sat down on the bed. When it finished loading a picture of me back in high school popped up. My heart sunk at the memories that the picture held. I try not to think about it, and go into the browser, and go into facebook. Luckily he wasn't logged in, so I typed my email address in and my password, hoping that I remembered it. It said invalid password.

"Shit. Come on Rachel, think." I remember I changed it to Noah's full name, I knew that was it, but still it was invalid. Maybe the asshole changed it somehow. It wouldn't surprise me. All of my passwords were changed, Twitter, Instagram, my E-mail's password, everything. The doorknob moved.

"Rachel?" Shit. It was him. I quickly clear the history and place the laptop back where I found it. "Rachel what the fuck are you doing?" I quickly unlock the door and ran back to the bed.

"What were you busy doing?" I quickly come up with an excuse.

"I saw that I was alone and I got scared." Maybe if I played his game I will find a way to get out.

"Don't be scared honey." He walks over to me and kisses my forehead. "I have got this place wired. Now this, you put on before dinner. I want you looking ravishing." He winks at me and walks out the room; I left the bag on the floor. I wasn't interested. I was only worried about getting out of here, and trust me I will.

Xxxxxxxx

(Puck's POV)

I was pissed. I was so fucking pissed. I felt like punching him right in the face. Why the fuck would he keep this from me? She was MY girlfriend. I deserved to know anything that was to do with her.

"Puck I wanted to make sure-"

"Fuck wanting to make sure." I say knocking over the things that was on the table.

"Puck please, I know you are hurting now and obviously way too stressed but hear what he has to say." Quinn says, placing her arm on my shoulder.

I was so happy when Santana and Quinn arrived in Paris, and what was even more of a surprise was that they brought Beth with. They couldn't find anyone they trusted to baby sit so they brought her with, not that I minded that little kid brought so much happiness in my life which made this situation seem a little lighter.

"Fine." I say and sit down.

Blaine nods at Kurt and he continues. Maybe I was a little too harsh.

"I wanted to make sure that my theory was right. I didn't want to tell you then it was all false information. I went over to the hotel where detective Marshall stays, and I gave him the folder about everything that happened with Josh including a picture. He recognized him immediately."

"What do you mean? How does he know about Josh?" Santana asks curiously.

"Josh is obviously not really Josh." Blaine says.

"Josh, or whoever he is, he got convicted of rape and murder in the first degree. He got sentenced to death. But he escaped. And we all know how he was about Rachel."

"It's obviously that fucker." Santana says angrily.

"The police are saying they are doing their best but obviously they are not. They should have found something by now." Quinn says and it was true. Nothing was happening we just kept on getting news that they feel they are getting closer. Even detective Marshall thought it was a joke. Just when we spoke about it there was a knock on the door. We all look at each other. I get up to open the door. It was detective Marshall.

"We found something." He says just walking in and shows us a cd.

"What?" We all say at once.

"Footage." He says proudly. "Obviously because I helped them, otherwise nothing would have came from it. I want to show it to you, if you want to see?"

"Of course." I say, and we walk over to the lounge where the tv was he puts the disc into the DVD player and we all watch the TV like a hawk.

It was footage from when we first arrived at the Eiffel Tower. I got a lump in my throat, seeing Rachel so happy, that was my last memory of her. I needed her to be happy again. I needed us to be happy again. At one point the footage showed a suspicious guy walking up the stairs with shades and a hoodie. It was obviously the guy that took Rachel.

Then he disappeared, the rest was Rachel and I taking the tour more like me taking the tour, she was the leader. The last was when we got to the top, when I left her alone. We all gasped when the guy knocked the bodyguard out from behind with a lead pipe and then when he went outside, the door was slightly open so we could see what was happening outside. He was holding Rachel, she most probably thought it was me. Then she started struggling, he must have put something over her mouth to knock her out, I clenched my fists, both Santana and Quinn came over to me and placed their hands on my shoulder.

After that he dragged her somewhere and they were out of sight. "The rest of the footage was of no help. It's like they disappeared into thin air. Unless he managed to rip out some wires somewhere where he escaped but we are not too sure. We are trying to get any witnesses that might have been around at that time, my partner is on it as we speak. All I ask is time, I know it's a terrible thing to go through , I am really getting somewhere unlike the cops here." He took the cd out and left the apartment.

I had no words to say, I couldn't think straight, I took my jacket and walked out, I couldn't be there now I needed to get some fresh air. I am gonna find you Rachel, even if it's the last thing I do.

Authors Note : The next present chapter will be about Rachel being on the news, and more from Rachel's POV. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, until next time ;)