Sorry it took me so long to post this chapter. More to come soon!!!

MJ's eyes fluttered as she slowly woke up from her drugged state. She laid her hand over her eyes and groaned as her head began to spin. She was on the cold, damp floor, in a room she didn't recognize. She slowly rose, trying to slowly get her bearings. Where am I? she thought to herself. Bright lights shone above in the high ceilings of the room. MJ couldn't remember how she had gotten here, or even who had brought her here. She began to get increasing worried as she scanned the room, noting there was no visible way out. As she looked around the room again she spied a wall sized two-way mirror. She crept slowly towards the glass, cupping her hands around her eyes, peering into the glass. She tried to see what was behind, but it was no use.

"Hello? Hellllooo?! Can someone tell me where I am?" No response came from beyond the glass. "Hey! Is anybody out there?! HELLO!!!" MJ knocked on the glass once, and then began to pound in earnest. "Hey! Let me outta here! You've got no right to keep me here!!!" MJ shoved away from the glass, thoroughly disgusted with her predicament. She walked again around the room, noting that there wasn't anywhere to sit, sleep, or even go to the bathroom. MJ also didn't know how long she had been there. Furthermore, no one was going to notice that one wanna-be actress had gone missing. Well, maybe Peter might notice. But even he did notice she was missing, how would he find her? She began to pace the room, getting increasing agitated. Suddenly from above a gas began to seep into the room. MJ 's eyes began to get heavy again. As she slowly sunk to the floor, MJ thought, God, she hoped that Peter noticed that she was missing soon, before it was too late.

A few days later……

Peter walked down through Chinatown reading the back of the CDs had just bought at the local music store. It had been a few days since he had lunch with MJ and the memories hung just at the back of his mind constantly. She hadn't called the next day, as she had said she would. Peter didn't take much notice to it, since he hadn't been home at the time. His "spider-sense" had alerted him that there was trouble in midtown Manhattan. Sure enough a homeless man was trapped inside a burning abandoned building. No one had known he was even in there. Many of the firemen hadn't been able to get to the upper floors because of the blaze. All were grateful for his heroic efforts. Many of the firemen had tried to coax Peter to stay for a chat, but Peter knew the folly in that. Although Peter desperately wanted to be friends with him, he knew that his "relationship" as Spiderman was tenuous at best. Only one slip up and the whole city could hate him.

Thinking these things, Peter began to think of Harry. He hadn't seen Harry in a while, and that bothered him. The last time Peter had spoken to Harry, over 2 weeks ago, it seemed that Harry's vow of revenge was turning into an obsession; consuming all his time. Which made perfect sense of with what MJ had said about Harry's attempts to contact her had ceased. That caused Peter to pause, literally. He wasn't sure if that was good, or very, very bad. Peter's mind began to turn and click in thought. He glanced up at the street sign, Canal Street; Peter knew that MJ's apartment was nearby. He had been there a few times before, secretly. It was ironic, as he walked down the street, that he had never seen her building from the street. Always from the top, as he checked in on her of the last few months. Over and over he had told himself that he shouldn't spy, that she was okay. But he couldn't keep himself away.

As Peter came to MJ's building, he stood at the bottom of the stoop looking up at the window that led to her bedroom. How many times had he stared into that room as she slept, keeping a silent vigil. It was all so ironic. He could have the one thing he wanted most in life. All you have to do is tell her the truth about how you feel, Peter thought to himself. Tell her the truth, tell her, tell her, the thought rolled over and over in Peter's mind until it was litany of voices. "NO! I can't!" Peter yelled aloud. Peter glanced around to see who had heard him shout. No one was about. Peter let out a sigh of relief. "She'll probably not be around either," Peter said to himself as he walked up the steps to the front door.

Peter walked into the lobby. Not very fancy, but comfortable and clean. The sounds of families could be heard throughout the cavernous opening that held the stairs. Peter walked up the steps, his hand running along the worn wood handrail as he walked up the steps.

 He walked quietly up to MJ's door, knocking briskly three times. Peter waited, no answer. Peter's shoulder slumped in defeat. I finally work up the courage see MJ, as Peter, and she's not home – Great! Peter thought dejectedly. Peter walked down the stairs, preparing to leave, when glanced at the mailboxes that lined the lobby wall. One box was close to overflowing. A few letters lay on the floor below the overflowing box. Peter turned to pick them, glancing at the name on the address. Mary Jane Watson. Peter immediately looked at the letters protruding from the overflowing mailbox. He grabbed a few, looking at the address. All were addressed to Mary Jane. A strange feeling crept down Peter's spine. Not his "spider-sense," just plain old intuition. Peter took the stairs 2-3 at a time, rushing to get MJ's apartment. He raced up to the door on the 4th floor.

"MJ! MJ, are you in there?" Peter called as he pounded on the door. Peter grabbed the doorknob and turned. It was open. The door slowly opened as Peter tuned all his senses to the area in MJ's apartment. Over the past months, Peter had discovered that he could "recognize" who someone was by using his "spider-sense." MJ's presence was "stale" in the room, as if she hadn't there in a few days. There was other presences in the room, his "spider-sense" told him that they were dangerous. Peter walked cautiously in, looking around for any sign of MJ. Please don't be hurt, Peter prayed. "MJ? MJ? It's Peter? Are you here?" Peter called, beginning to get more and more concerned. Peter looked down at the letters in his hand and slowly realized that MJ was missing.

Peter walked into MJ's kitchen, picking up the phone, and dialing MJ's parents. "Hello, Mrs. Watson? Peter Parker. Hi, how are you going? That's great to hear. IS MJ there? She isn't? Have you heard from her? She didn't show up at a rehearsal?! The theatre called looking for her?" Peter was very concerned now. "Oh, no, nothing to be worried about. I just… I just was supposed to meet her and he didn't show up. Yes, yes, maybe she'll get better at remembering things in the future. It was nice talking to you. See you soon, bye." Peter hung the phone up. What did he do now? Call the police? No they were much too overwhelmed to do any serious investigating into one missing person. Maybe she went out of town, didn't tell anyone, Peter thought. Something wasn't right, Peter knew it; MJ was in trouble.

Spiderman, well Peter, sat perched on the building opposite to MJ's apartment building. He had waited for almost 6 hours for any sign to tell him where MJ was. Peter was getting tired, and bored. He really wanted to go swing through the tall buildings of the city. Only then was he truly free, when he felt the most at ease with his new status as a superhero. Peter leaned elbow on his bent knee and put his chin in his hand in boredom. Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe she not in trouble. Maybe she met someone and is at his….Peter couldn't complete the thought of MJ staying a few days at another man's place.

Just as Peter was about to leave his "spider-sense" kicked in. Peter paused on the ledge of the building, watching two men enter MJ's apartment. He watched as they rifled through her chest of drawers and closet. Peter silently swung across the street, landing effortlessly on the sill outside the living room window. Peter crept stealthily inside the room, not wanting to warn the intruders.

"Just grab anything and go, Mannie!" one thug called to the other. "I don't want anyone to see us!"

"Well, someone has seen you." Peter called calmly to the men. Both men froze as they slowly turned towards Spiderman. "Where is she?" Spiderman demanded lethally. The men looked scared out of their minds. The light from the moon as it came through the window cast Spiderman in a deadly light. His form half in shadow, half in light. The men held up there hands in defeat.

"Don't hurt us! We didn't take anyone!" cried one of the thugs. Spiderman launched himself at the man, grabbing a hold of his collar, bringing his face centimeters from the burglar's terrified face.

"Where is she!!!"? Peter yelled at the man. The other man began to creep around behind Spiderman, but Spiderman sensed his movements. He sprayed a web over the thug and plastered him to the wall. "Don't worry, you get to you next. Stay right there." Spiderman called after the man struggling behind the super-strong web.

"Now, I think I asked you a question." Spiderman jerked the burglar for emphasis.

"Listen! Listen to me. I don't know what you're talking about. We're just burglars, not kidnappers."

"You're lying!!" Spiderman slammed the thug against the wall harder and higher each time.

"I swear! I swear!"

"Why are you here then?"

"I told you we're burglars. We heard on the street that this place was an easy score."

"So you just decided to avail yourself of some of MJ's belongings, huh?"

"MJ? You know who lives here?"

"Tell me what you know, now!" Spiderman demanded as he slowly lowered the burglar to the ground.