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Disclaimer: Got in the way of my lead in beginning up there, anyway, not mine.

5 years ago, New York City

"Hey honey," Monica said coming into the coffee shop where Chandler was sitting all by himself.

"Hi sweetie," he said giving her a kiss as she sat on the orange couch. "Are we still on for dinner tonight?"

"Of course, I was thinking that I would make something special," she told him.

"That's intriguing, what is it?"

"Its a secret," she told him with a mysterious grin. She sat deep in thought for a minute before crying out, "Oh!"

"What's the matter?" He asked with concern.

"I forgot to get mushrooms," she said. "I should run to the grocery store."

"I'll come with you," he said. "I have to pick up the essentials for the apartment."

"What a six pack and ketchup?" She replied sarcastically.

"And Kraft's Mac and Cheese, Joey ate the last of ours the other night," Chandler said shrugging off her sarcasm and helping her with her coat and leading her to the door. They hailed a cab and went to Monica's favorite store to buy her food. The only store she claimed, that had quality freshness. They were getting what they needed, and headed towards the counter with their purchases. They were standing in line waiting behind an older man. Everything seemed to happen so quickly. A man came in with a gun and ordered that the cashier give him the money in the register. The man, with shaking hands, handed the man the money. Chandler had pushed Monica behind him and was holding her back, protecting her as he tried to back away from the man with the gun.

"What are you doing?" The man barked at Monica and Chandler and the man in front of them who had the same idea. "Did I tell you that you could move?" He looked the three over. "Why, what a pretty girl." He said coming close to Monica. Chandler stepped in front of him as he reached out to touch her hair.

"Don't touch her," he said.

"Oh, being the hero are we? Fine, she looks like a slut anyhow," he spit out. Chandler glared angrily at him and then gave Monica's hand, which he had been holding in his own, a tight squeeze.

"It's okay," he whispered to her.

"Give me your wallet," he ordered of Chandler. Chandler pulled it out of his pocket. His driver's license wasn't in there, but his credit cards and money were. Monica handed hers over, being the same as Chandler. Their names were all everything, but there was no address on any of their things. The man with the gun turned to the older gentleman in front of Monica and Chandler.

"What are you looking at old man?" The old man stuttered with his answer, and Monica and Chandler saw firsthand this man's cruelty. "Spit it out!" He hit the man in the head, knocking him out. The cashier looked frightened from the man on the floor to the man with the gun. "I said hurry up!" The robber yelled at the poor kid. They all heard the approaching sirens and the robber looked from the window the kid.

"You called the police?" He asked. "Now why would you go and do something stupid like that? Now I'll be forced to do this," he held the gun to the boy's head and as Chandler shielded Monica, who buried her face in his jacket, they heard a gunshot and a body crumple to the ground. He turned on his heel to face Monica and Chandler once more. He seemed to dismiss them and turned to run out the door. Before he was out though, something happened. The mask that had been covering his face got caught on the hinges and it came off. Monica and Chandler both saw his face, and now could ID him. Unfortunately, he also saw their faces taking in his, and he had their wallets and their names. He knew that they were eye witnesses, the police were rapidly approaching, so he left them knowing that he had connections and could get rid of them with a snap of the finger. The moment he was gone, Monica collapsed into Chandler's arms and fainted, and at the sight of the dead man behind the counter, Chandler fell to the ground as well. When they awoke, they were in the police station. (AN: I don't know exactly how this all works, so bear with me)

"We didn't do it," Chandler said automatically.

"We know, the older man told us. Problem is he never saw the guy's face. You two didn't happen to did you?" Monica looked at Chandler and slowly nodded.

"We saw his face," she said quietly.

"Can you describe it?" The officer asked.

"I think that it will haunt me for the rest of my life," she said. A few hours later, the cop reappeared in the room with Monica and Chandler.

"Good news or bad news?" The officer, whose name was Morrison, asked.

"Good," Chandler said.

"Okay, we got an ID on the guy and we're detaining him," Morrison said.

"That's good," Monica said. "So its over?"

"Not quite, and that would be the bad news," he said. "Apparently this guy is high up on the criminal food chain and he has a lot of connections. He had your names. There are people looking for you. You aren't safe anymore."

"What does that mean?" Chandler demanded.

"I suspect you've heard of the Witness Protection Program?" They both nodded understanding what he was saying.

"What does this mean though?" Monica asked. "What about our friends and family?"

"Unless you want them to get into this mess with you, you can't see them again," Morrison said looking at the couple sadly. This morning they were getting coffee, now they were running for their lives. Monica burst out crying and Chandler hugged her to him.

"Where are we going?" Chandler asked.

"Well, we need to change everything about your lives," Morrison said. "You can keep your first names, but it'd be better if you got married, and we have a justice of peace here to perform the ceremony." They nodded in agreement with this and Morrison continued. "We'll need you to move, change occupations, change names, change habits, basically change lives." An hour later, they were married and Monica Geller and Chandler Bing no longer existed. They were gone. Officers escorted them back to the apartment and they ripped apart the place trying to get everything that they needed in the short time that no one was there. Monica grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled a short note to Rachel that they weren't coming back. After that, they were whisked onto a plane that took them away with their heads reeling and their hearts saddened by having to leave everything they knew behind.

Present time~ Seattle

"You're in the witness protection program?" Joey asked incredulously after hearing the story. Monica and Chandler nodded slowly.

"We didn't want to leave you," Monica said again. "It broke our hearts. We didn't mean to put you through the hurt that we caused."

"Oh Monica!" Rachel said leaning forward to hug her friend. "What you must have gone through is no match for what we felt."

"I have a question," Chandler said suddenly to his friends. "What happened after we left that day? I mean what happened when you came home?"

"I found the note and ran to find the rest of the gang," Rachel explained. "The apartment was a mess and we called the police. They helped search for a little while and then they said that it was hopeless. It seemed to us that they gave up really quickly. Which of course, they had. They knew that you weren't coming back and that we couldn't find you. So we hired private detectives who scoured the country for you. When the government makes people disappear, they do an awful good job."

"I have a question now for you two," Ross said speaking up finally after hearing the story. "We found you though, so couldn't this guy and his minions find you too?"

"Well," Chandler said looking again at his wife. "When we first came out here, there were always police outside the house and with us everywhere we went. When the twins were born, they continued to do that. When Jules and James were about two, the man who was put in prison, got out on parole, and he was killed in a car accident. They told us that it was safe to do regular things like regular people, but we couldn't go back to our old lives. The thing was, while the man could identify us by sight, his 'people' couldn't. They had never seen us. I mean everyone knows I don't take a good picture, I don't look the same, and to a certain degree neither does Monica. With the original threat of being spotted gone, we could go out to public places without police a table over, or in the car outside. Eventually we settled into a normal life. But we still missed you guys, and we've been waiting until we were able to contact you."

"So are you going to go back to your old lives now?" Rachel asked. Monica looked at Chandler. They had to answer their friends, they were waiting for an answer. So Chandler looked them in the eye and opened his mouth to talk.

~*Sorry so short, but I wanted to get it up as fast as I could so that you would know why they left. I'm sorry if I got everything wrong...but tell me what you thought anyway. Thanks!*~