Note: Thank you very much to all who reviewed. That means a lot to me and really inspires me.:-) Anyways, here's the next chapter. It's kind of short, but I'm building. Enjoy!!

Jr. slowly woke up to excruciating pain coursing through his head. He looked around, not sure where the hell he was, just some cold, dark room which didn't have any windows or barely any light. He tried to get up, but found that his hands and feet were bound together. Great, he thought, just what I need. He then tried to yell out, but soon discovered the piece of duct tape over his mouth.

"Well, well. Look who decided to finally wake up."

Jr. looked up and saw Jack standing before him with a sly grin on his face. Dumbass prick, he thought, wishing he could hit him harder than anything.

However, that must have been the thoughts on Jack's mind, for not two seconds later, he felt a swift kick in his side, making him wince in pain.

"So, you think you're this brilliant smartass detective do you? A big hotshot are you? Well, I hate to tell you this, but you messed with the wrong guy. Oh sure, we were best friends in college and everything, but you know, things change. And I hate people who piss me off the way you did!" he stated, kicking him again, hearing a muffled groan come from him. "I told Kirsten to just leave it alone, but no, she just couldn't keep her big yap shut! And then you and your fat ass partner had to come and ruin my day. Good thing you have some not so bright cops. Oh, I bet you're probably wondering how I maneuvered that little escape so swiftly, eh? Well, I told the cop who was guarding me that I wanted to make my one phone call that I'm privileged to. And after he let me out I turned around and knocked him out, thus stealing his keys, and making my swift escape. You were so involved in your work that you didn't even see me sneak past you. Shows how bright you are. So therefore, you make my life a living hell, I make yours a living hell. Whether I actually decide to kill you or not, I haven't decided yet."

Jr. muffled something and Jack ripped off the tape, resulting in a scream from Jr. "What?!"

"I hate to burst your bubble, Jack, but everyone's going to start looking for me when I don't show up for work. They're not dumb you know."

"So let them look. Because they won't have a clue as to where you are."

"What? Where the hell are we?"

"You're in my shack now," a big, black guy said coming in, followed by two white trashy looking thugs.

"You see they're with me. I tell them what to do, and they always obey me," Jack stated, heading towards the door. "He looks too...nice. Rough him up some, but don't kill him yet.

Jr.'s eyes widened. Yet? Oh god, please let them find me. Please don't let me leave the world like this. Without telling Rita that I love her, or without telling dad how much I love him...without telling Andy how much of a father he's been like to me and that I love him, too. Please, if I have to die, let me live long enough to tell them that. Let me see them one last time.

The three guys then did their dirty work, giving him a few more swift kicks in the chest, and his face, making him bite his lip to keep from screaming out in pain.

But he new Andy and how good of a cop he was and how good all the others were, and knew that they wouldn't give up and would eventually find him. He just hoped that it wouldn't be too late. **