Hiya! I'm…baaaack. I don't know if anyone still cares about this story but I figured I'd finish it just for myself.

" Chandler, my man." He looked up from the desk and saw Kevin at the doorway.

" Kevin, Kevin. What brings you here?" Chandler asked, getting up to put a file away.

" Well," Kevin went to sit in Chandler's chair. He put his feet up on the desk and Chandler just shook his head. " I've got a bit of a problem and need your help."

" Oh god. What did you get yourself into now."

" It's my wife."

" And is this wife number 5 or 6?"

" Haha, very funny. She left in the middle of the night and thinks she can get away from me."

" And why do you care so much? You have always just moved on to the next poor unsuspecting women."

" She took my kids away from me. You don't do that. I love my kids and I want custody of them."

" So you just want the kids."

" Yeah but to find them, I must find her. I'm not going to let her make a fool out of me."

"Listen to Doctor Evil over here. What do you want from me?" A cell phone started to ring.

" Speak…what?… You know what, its okay. Cuz this will only be the fifth time I fire you!" Kevin slammed the phone down and looked at Chandler. " That was Blake. He lost them."

" Of course he did. What did you expect? You still didn't answer my question."

" Oh right. I need you to help me find her."

" And why should I do it?"

" Because you're my friend, we've always had each others back and I control your paycheck."

" Oh how can I forget." He rolled his eyes. " Well if you could kindly get your ass out my seat, I could get started." Kevin got up and Chandler took his place. " What's her first and Maiden name?"

" It's Monica Gellar, why? She's not going to use it, she's smarter than that."

" So you married someone smart this time huh? I'm just looking up like her history and stuff."

" Good idea."

" I know…okay here it is…Monica Gellar, born in Chicago, Illinois-"

" No, that's not right. She's lived in Long Island her whole life."

" Almost her whole life. Look at what I found…adoption papers. You didn't know she was adopted?"

" No…how could she not tell me that!"

" Well, have you told her all about your past?"

" Umm… no."

" Okay then. I suggest you have someone watch her real mother to see if she shows up. Here's her address. Now lets see what else I find. Would she leave the country?"

" Well she hates to fly so if she did leave, it would be to like Canada. I'm sure she didn't reach the border yet, so I'll call whoever covers that area to look out for them."

" That's two down. Where else would she go?"

" That's the million dollar question but what is the answer?"

******

" 121…123…125, here we are," Monica said as she pulled into the driveway of a relatively big light blue house. As the car parked, a woman dressed down in sweats came out of the house. She was tall, thin and beautiful, you could tell that she used to be a model. With shoulder length black hair and those trademark blue eyes, she looked exactly like an older version of Monica. Monica tentatively got out of the car and made her way to the woman who was supposedly her mother. She stopped in front of her.

" I guess from those bright blue eyes, you would be Monica."

" And that would make you, Samantha."

" So where do we go from her? I never was good with the whole touchy feely, emotional parts of stuff." Samantha laughed.

" Well, I can be at times." Monica leaned in and gave her a hug. " So you're my mother."

" And you're my daughter." When they separated Monica turned to see Adam still sitting in the car eyeing Samantha suspiciously.

" Adam, come on out." As he opened the door and stepped out Monica goes to the other side to get Ashley.

" Oh god I'm a grandmother!" Samantha shook her head. She knelt in front of Adam, " Hey you, what's your name?"

" Adam"

" Well that's a handsome name."

" And this is Ashley."

" Aww what a cutie. Let's go inside, I've got something to show you guys." They went inside and Samantha started to show them around. " Now Adam, do you like dinosaurs?"

" I guess so."

" Well that's good cause I had to make a room for you and just went with instincts." She open the door to reveal a room with a green wall and hard wood floor and dinosaur shaped chairs. The bed had dinosaur sheets and next to it was a box full of dinosaur toys.

" Wow!" Adam said awestruck. " Uncle Ross would love this room!"

" Oh you really didn't have to do this," Monica began.

" Nonsense, it was my pleasure. I figured you'd stay in the guestroom and I put a crib in there for Ashley."

" Great I'll go get the stuff out of the car." An hour later Monica and Samantha found themselves drinking coffee at the kitchen table.

" I know you have a lot on your plate right now so if you need anything just let me know. I work at a talent agency so if you want a secretary job I can get you one."

" Sure and I just want to say thank you. When I called you, I expected you to hang up on me, but instead you helped a daughter you haven't seen in thirty years. Thank you again."

" Your welcome." Then there was a moment of silence.

" Why did you give me up?"

" Oh I knew this was coming. Okay here goes. Before I was a talent agent, I was a model. I mostly did poses in magazines and stuff. Well my agent and I had a little affair that lasted like a month or two. I got pregnant and of course he bailed. I was heartbroken because I was falling for him and having a child would have meant choosing between motherhood and my career. Back then, you couldn't have a child and a modeling career; it wasn't ideal. It wouldn't have worked. I was young, stupid and destined to become a 'star'. I didn't have the heart get an … abortion so I wanted to put you up for adoption. Luckily my friend and your mother was willing to adopt you. And this was a great idea at the time because I knew you'd be loved and I'd still get to see you. After the adoption was final, your parents moved to Long Island and I never saw you again. I've thought of trying to get in touch with you over the years but I didn't want to intrude on your life. So when you called me I jumped at the chance of getting to know my daughter. I've made plenty of bad mistakes in my life and this is my chance to make up for some of them."

" Wow." Monica sighed as tears slowly ran down her face. "As much as I loved my family I knew something didn't add up. My brother, Ross, had always been the perfect son in my parents eyes and my mom would be extra hard, extra strict on me, like I was a big problem for them."

" She probably didn't want you to end up like me."

" On my 16th birthday, they told me I was adopted and I never tried to contact you because I thought that you wouldn't want me."

" Monica, I am so sorry but your life turned out pretty good with out me except for the whole crazy husband thing."

" Yeah it did but it would have been nice to know you too."

" Well I'm here now. About that whole husband thing, you were kinda vague on the phone, what type of trouble are you in?"

" We're running from my husband. He… he used to beat me and I finally had enough. I was concerned about not only my own safety but my children's."

" Of course. You should tell the police."

" I can't. They're all on his side. He's got connections."

" He's going to find you no matter what and to get a divorce you'll have to talk to him sooner or later. Does he want the kids?"

" Yeah, but just to spite me. He loves the kids but then he used to love me too."

" Well you've got a lot to think about but it doesn't have to be done today. So lets go find something for dinner. You can cook right?"

" Yeah, I used to be a chef."

" Good because I can't cook for my life."

That's it for now. I'll continue very soon. Review please!