" Come Adam, Come Ashley." He kept the gun pointed at a tied up Monica and motioned for the kids to come to him. " Go sit outside for a minute. You better not run off anywhere." Once he knew they were in the hall, he moved towards the chair where Monica sat and stared down at her. "See Mon, I told you it wasn't over. None of this would have happened if you didn't try to run away."

" I had to run away."

" Why? All you did was make me angry," he knelt in front of her and whispered, " and you know what happens when I'm angry."

" I hate you." Tears started to roll down her face.

" Aww, I love you too." Those words stung in her heart. He didn't love her. He never loved her. "Shh, don't cry. I hate it when you cry. Your too beautiful to cry." He said softly. He pulled her to him and kissed her hard on the lips, she didn't kissed back and turned away from him.

" You're a bastard." He put his hand on her cheek and in one swift motion she bit him.

" Oww!" He pulled his hand back as it started to bleed. " So you wanna play ruff. That's fine but you are going to have to be punished for what you did." He pushed her on to the cold, hard floor and she could tell that he was going to do something because he had fire in his eyes. He kissed her again but held her so that she couldn't turn away. He then ripped open her shirt so that buttons went flying everywhere. She screamed and kicked but nothing would work.

" Don't fight it, then it won't hurt as much." When he got her shorts off and threw them off to the side, Monica saw this as an opportunity and kicked him hard in the groin. He yelled in pain and she scrambled to get up. He chased after her and ended up cornering her. " Alright bitch, I'm just gonna have to put you out of your misery." He pointed the gun at her again and Monica's eyes went to the door where Adam and Ashley was crying for her. She looked back at the gun and the shot was fired.

Monica awoke with a start. Her heart was racing and beams of sweat ran down her forehead. She had another dream, the third one for the week. Each dream started different but ended the same, with Kevin killing her. Later that morning, Phoebe watched Monica move around the kitchen and knew that something was wrong.

" What's wrong?"

" Nothing."

" How's things going with Chandler?" Phoebe asked while taking another bite of a bagel.

" Umm okay I guess."

" Did you tell him your real name yet?"

" No…"

" Why not?"

" Because it's not something that I just go around telling everyone."

" You're not telling everyone. How do you expect to have a real relationship with him if you're not totally honest."

" I don't know. But I have a feeling that he has a secret of his own."

" Why would you think that?"

" Because we're both very vague when it comes to our past and… I don't know…it's just a feeling I have. Like something is not adding up."

" I see." Then Monica looked down at her watch.

" Actually, I gotta go meet him now. Tell Samantha that I'll be back in like half an hour." Phoebe nodded. Just then the phone rang. " Hello?"

" Mon. Thank god your home. Don't worry I flipped the switch." He said referring to a device that they got so no one could tap the phone line.

" Ross? What's wrong? Did something happen?"

" Yeah, well not yet at least."

" What? Ross, tell me what's going on."

" Okay I've got 2 pieces of news for you. First of all, you're in the obituaries. Which means Kevin's coming after you. If he's not there now, he will be soon. And second, Chandler is not who he appears to be."

" Come again,"

" Chandler was hired by Kevin to follow you."

" Oh my god!"

" This gives you even more reason to leave right now."

" So he's been lying to me? I can't believe this."

" Hold on, Rachel wants to talk to you."

" Mon? I'm sorry sweetie but we just found out and had to tell you."

" Its okay Rach. I'm glad you guys told me. I'm just… I gotta go."

" Wait Mon-,"

" I gotta go." Monica hung up and turned to Phoebe. " Pheebs, get Samantha up and tell her that we've gotta pack up now. We have to leave tonight."

" Huh? Who was that and what's going on?"

" Phoebe I don't have time to explain, just do it. Okay?" Monica grabbed her keys and ran out the door.

******

Chandler tapped his fingers nervously on the table as he waited for Monica in the diner. This was it. He was going to tell Monica and he hoped that she would be able to trust him to get them out of this situation. Yes, he had gotten himself into this situation by falling for a woman that should have been forbidden to him. He watched as the cars sped by and looked at his watch from time to time, hoping that she'd get here soon so that he could get all this off his chest. At that moment, she came through the door and his confidence flushed away. She had a troubled expression on her face as she sat down with out saying 'hi' like she normally would.

" You lied to me. I can make my peace with that because it was my mistake to trust you anyway but why?"

" Huh?" Chandler asked dumbfound.

" I know you're not from Canada. You're from New York and you're working for my husband."

" Wha-, how do you know?"

" That doesn't matter."

" Oh God, Monica, I… I wanted to tell you. I was going to tell you now but you beat me to it." Monica put her head in her hands.

" So wh-what was your job exactly?" Chandler sighed

" I was hired to watch you and know your whereabouts."

" If you were just supposed to watch me, then why did you try to have a relationship with me?"

" Because… after I first saw you in person, I couldn't get you out of my head and I decided then that I would help you get away from him. You don't deserve any of the crap he's putting you through and your kids don't either. I know it's hard but I need you to trust me. I'm your only hope unless you want to be running for the rest of your life." Monica looked at him skeptically.

" Just give me one good reason why I should trust you. Up until now, you've been lying to me."

" I wouldn't have been trying for this month or so to gain your friendship if I didn't honestly want to help you. Deep down, you know you can trust me."

" So… what's your plan?"

" Well let's go back to your place where we can really plan this out and start getting you packed."

*****

Chandler walked in the apartment and flicked on the light. He filled Monica in on his plan and they were going to leave tomorrow. Chandler dropped his keys on the table and started to walk towards his room. That's when he saw him.

" I'm glad you decided to come home. So… you like my wife. Huh?"