AN: long chapter here hope you enjoy.

=Mike=

Everyone was worried about Brittany. She had been very touchy and just not herself the last few days. I could of sworn I smelt liquor on her breath yesterday. She looked tired not the tired you get from not sleeping. Not the tired you get from being overworked. It looked like a fusion of the two or withdrawal from hard drugs which I knew she wasn't on. Jenny even took her youngest class so she'd have some more down time. She insisted that it wasn't necessary. Was she worried about her job? Santana was blowing up my phone to check on her, saying that she wasn't answering her texts or calls. I'm sure she was just distracted. Brittany was usually very good about catering to Santana's worries. I knew they were having problems. After twenty some odd years, you'd expect that. Tina and I have had our share of issues too. From what I got, Brittany isn't talking to her and Santana has been really clingy, more than usual. They'll work it out but that still left a stressed out Britt at work.

Today I had a class filled with tweens. During a break, Pamela shyly walked up to me. "Um...is there any way I can talk to Miss Brittany. I uh..." I knew where she was going, I had two daughters and have been teaching here for nearly seventeen years. Funnily enough I knew more about young girls than boys.

"Do you want me to check and see if she has anything for you?" I ask taking the pressure off the already embarrassed girl. She nods happily. I smile and tell the class to keep working on the number while I step out for a minute. Making my way to her office I got an erriy feeling. You know that feeling you get when watching a bad horror movie, where you are chanting, 'don't go in there'. I open her office door and am knocked over by the smell. The room had a strong scent. It was a smell that was overwhelming. It was sex, blood, and alcohol, sex being the strongest. The large mirrors on the east wall were shattered. I find her gym shorts and then her underwear behind her desk. No Brittany though, and that is what scared me the most. Tina had watched CSI non stop when she was pregnant with Lee. It seemed straight out of one of those horrible crime shows. I had to hold back a yell. Pulling out my phone I called the police while looking for my other co-workers. We needed to get all the students out and close the studio till this is worked out.

An hour later, I'm sitting in the lobby with Sasha. Jenny was playing with the three remaining students until their parents get here. Sasha looked troubled. "This is going to be terrible for business."

I was shocked how could he think about the business when one of our best friends was missing and the crime scene that was left. "Don't let Santana hear that. She might attack. I'm more worried about Brittany." He looked guilty but remained silent. The police was still gathering evidence and samples, but we all knew who it was. I felt guilty for not banning the ass hole before. I debated about when and what to tell Santana. She was so fragile and temperamental when it came to Brittany. Finally, I sent a police man. I knew she shouldn't be allowed to drive after hearing this, and I'd prefer not to be the one to tell her, in case she go's nuts. I've only seen it three times. The first was when she attacked Puck at the hospital. The others Brittany was there to calm her down before it got to serious. I warned the police man and he said it wouldn't be unusual for a spouse to be violent with this kind of news. He said he'd be able to handle her as long as she wasn't a body builder or anything. I would have laughed if this weren't so serious. I assured him she was pretty tiny but could throw a punch.

If they didn't find them soon, we may have to take her in. She shouldn't be alone, even if I end up with a broken nose from one of her nightmares. She trusted us but only Brittany could handle her night-terrors. It was our duty as her closest friends to watch over her, especially since her parents are out of the country and I'm REALLY thankful the kids were too. I knew Brittany's folks were on a cruise and nearly impossible to reach. Someone had to do it, she certainly couldn't be alone.

=Santana=

I almost convinced myself I imagined last night. Maybe after everything in my past I did see evil around every corner. I always had a problem with that, a perfectly innocent flirty comment could seem like a threat and so on. I look at my phone and see a text from Mike two hours ago saying he'd check on her after his next class. I haven't gotten anything since. I felt stupid and parinod wanting to text him again until I saw my assistant leading a police officer. The man was chubby. His dark skin was freckled. He was older, probably late fifties. When he took his hat off, I knew. Before I thought my Brittany Sense was malfunctioning, now it was in complete 'red alert'. "Mam, I'm afraid I have some bad news." I didn't hear much else. I don't see my coworkers staring at me when the officer pracatally carries me to his car. I don't hear my loud cries or Sean assuring me 'It'll be okay.'

Hours later I'm sitting at the police still had nothing, because they were still confirming the identity of the male DNA they found. Everyone knew who it was and they were just wasting time. They were trying to contact him but still hadn't found him. I was tried to resist the need to smoke but finally gave in. My first cigarette in six months gave me some familiar relief. I mean it's not much. I still had that knot in my chest. I could barely breathe. Everyone was telling me they were going to find her but I have my doubts. Kenneth was smart, like really smart. He wouldn't take her to his Mom's summer house or anything like that.

At least I know, she put up a fight and was taken. She left her phone, car, and purse. The thought did cross my mind that she left me. My uncle still gets to me like that; Convincing me I'm worthless and no one should love me. I can usually shake him off by debunking his comments. I tried not to think about what they were doing. I knew it wasn't going to be a picnic or anything pleasant. Hell, he was probably fucking her right now. Tears boil over again. I should have been a controlling bitch. I should have shoved her on the couch this morning and told her she wasn't going anywhere. I take my cigarette butt and put it out on my forearm. I hoped it would wake me up from what ever Freddy Kruger nightmare I was having. Sadly this was real but the pain from the burn actually took my mind off the anxiety and guilt, if only for a minute.

A woman, not much younger than me, walked up to me interrupting my negative thoughts. "Do you need something." I say much ruder than I meant. The woman had short dirty blond hair. She was very petite but seemed like she could hold her own. She had one of those fake tans I find really unattractive but other than that she was pretty, but not as pretty as Britt of course.

"I just wanted to apologize." She timidly says and wordlessly asks if she could sit down next to me. I scoot over to a side of the bench for her to sit.

"What the hell did you do?" I say not kindly but not as rude at my first comment.

"Well, I'm sure we both know who did this. And it's me who pushed him over the edge, he's my ex-husband." I gave her a surprised look. I didn't think the guy was the marrying type. "I filed for full custody of our daughter. You see he was a great father until recently. He'd forget to pick her up from school and her girl scouts group. When he had her overnight once, she told me he wasn't there in the morning and she had to walk to school." I couldn't blame the woman but how could she have thought he was a nice guy in the first place.

"What was he like before he was an ass. I'm assuming something happened for you guys to divorce" I say trying to be nice. It's what Brittany would have wanted. Not me asking 'why she would marry the sexist fucker in the first place.' She had to have loved him at some point.

"He was sweet and caring, but after awhile I couldn't satisfy his needs. I know he cheated on me when I was pregnant but because of the baby and he being the only one with a job, I looked past it. But when Natalie was two he became very needed and I was just so tired. I wasn't up to sex but he..uh."

I stopped her I knew where she was going and she obviously didn't want to repeat it. "It's alright. I get it and believe it or not I probably understand more than anybody." She gave me a sympatric smile. She was pretty but it only made me feel guilty that my love was missing and probably going through some terrible shit.

"He raped me at knife point. I should have pressed charges but I didn't want our little girl who was his princess and he treated her like one. I didn't want to take her Daddy away from her. He may be a sex addict but he'd never touch a child." As she said this, I believed it to my surprise.

"I had an incident with him a year ago. Which probably is why he targeted Brittany. He came on to me and when I turned him down, he tried to force himself on me. He was going to counter sue me which will dig up some things that are better left buried, so I didn't press charges."

"It was you? I knew he got beat up by some woman. I knew why even though he lied about it. I didn't think it was you. Are your babies away from this circus?" She asked this as a fellow mother and it was very sweet of her to ask me about it. Not to mention changing the subject from something so horrible to something so innocent. "I sent Natalie to her grandma's so she wouldn't have to see the wanted posters or the news. She adores both your wife and her daddy. I don't want her knowing about the real world just yet she's only seven. When they do find them, I'll just tell her 'Daddy did a bad thing.' not the nature of the 'thing'."

"Mine are with my parents for now. I don't know what I'm going to do when they have to come back for their sports. I might be able to send our youngest to stay with friends. The other two are just to smart to not know something's up. They're also twelve and fifteen. Our Charlie is seven as well." I felt weird opening up to a stranger but it was comforting almost. Maybe it was that she was concerned but not emotionally devastated. Mike put up a strong front but I could tell he was a mess. He felt guilty for being in the building when she was taken. He was doing a class and had the music really loud. He and Tina felt like they need to babysit me and even insisted Tina stay with me until they find her. Cops just pissed me off with false hope. When and if they find her she'd be pretty messed up. Not just being with the horrid bastard for however long but going without her medication. It's not like I haven't seen any of those scary crime documentaries. Hell, I lived through one. I'm not naïve if they find her alive she'd won't be the same.

"My name's Karen by the way." I let out a small laugh realizing I didn't know her name until now.

"Santana. Do you mind if I smoke?" I felt the itch again. After thinking about what she may be like if they find her. The 'if' was what bothered me the most. It made it hard to breath. I itched all over, and was running out of tears to cry. Thankfully she shook her head.

"So, tell me about your kiddos." Once again I could tell she was trying make conversation and take my mind off the negative which I liked. Karen was easy to talk to. She didn't ask about anything personal. She didn't drill me on the status of Brittany and my relationship. She didn't feel the need to coddle me.

"Lucas is our oldest." I say pulling out my phone. "He wanted to kill him after the incident. He's our sweet man of the house, and loves his sports." I felt some of the knot loosen. Cooing over our children helped take my mind off the nightmare. If only for a little bit.

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AN: So I've been working on this one for awhile. Debating on where to go with this plot-line but here's what I got. Please review and tell me what you think. Don't worry Santana isn't going to have an affair just a minor attraction that goes nowhere.