Writers Note: This is a very short chapter. I'll working on chapter four now, but it may take a while. Sorry for the wait, if anyone's waiting.

"G..G.. Good night." Anthony had walked Dylan up to her apartment.

"I had a really good time tonight." Dylan said with a smile as she started up the stairs. She stopped on the second step, Anthony stood on the first.

"Uh..."

"You want to have dinner? You know, just the two of us sometime?" Dylan asked with a smile as she took another step up. Anthony did the sameas he nodded.

"Great, thats great." They kept slowly climbed the stairs, until they reached the door to Dylan's apartment.

"Um, here's my door." Anthony nodded as he slowly backed her up against it. He kissed her, she kissed back. Anthony moved down her neck, Dylan could remember this feeling.

She slowly moved her hand to the door knob, then opened to door to her apartment.

*****

Ring, ring, ring......

Dylan yawned as she rose out of her bed. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she answered the phone.

"Hey Dyl, it's Nat. I you nned you to get here right away. Hey, where's Anthony?" Dylan smiled as she looked over to her bed, he hung over the side, slightly snoreing.

"Um, I'll find him. He dropped me off last night, he couldn't have gotten far. See you soon." Dylan hung up the phone and walked back to the bed.

"Morning." She whispered in his ear. His eyes popped open, he sat up and kissed her.

"Hey, cut it out. We need to get to the agency." Dylan giggled as Anthony kissed her. She decided to give up the fight to the agency, she'd never win this battle.

*****

"Where's Dylan?" Alex paced the red carpeted floor that belonged to the Agencies office. Natalie looked at her watch, 9:54. Exactly two hours since she last called Dylan.

"Don't worry girls, she'll be alright. Here, have some coffee." Bosley was trying to reasure them she was alright as he pushed a coffe pot toward them. Alex shook her head no, stil paceing.

"Yes, you girls have to give her a break. It's been a hard time for her, with amnesia and everything that has been going on." Charlie said from the other side of the speaker. Suddenly the heard laughter from the door.

Dylan and Anthony walked through the door, Anthony's arm around Dylan's shoulders. Alex heaved a sigh of relief as she ran over to her other best friend.

"Thank God you are alright." Alex hugged Dylan, Dylan raised an eye brow.

"So I guess you missed me?" Natalie hugged Dylan too, pushing Anthony out of the circle as the lead Dylan over to the couch.

"Ok, so now that you're all here, we now exactly where Ben Zaas is heading." Bosley laughed at Charlie's choice of words, but moveing on.

"Where?"

"Exactly where you are Dylan." Dylan looked surprised.

"Um, you mean here?"

"Well, wherever he can find you. He wants to talk to you, Dylan. I think just as much as you do." Charlie answered. Dylan bit her lower lip, thinking about her father.

"So, what should I do?" Dylan asked slightly worried.

"Go find him. Or atleast let him find you." Bosley explained.

"I get it." Dylan nodded, she knew what she had to do.

*****

Dylan parked in front of building. It was a hot and wet night, if you could beleive that. She walked up to the door, she went inside. Letting the door close itself behind her.

She walked past several men, the occasional biker her would pinch her every now and then. She;d punch the ocassional biker every now and then.

Dylan kept on walking till she reached the same table she was sitting at the last time she had come her.

Suddenly the door swung open, and in came Ben. He quicklylooked around the bar, still standing at the door way. Then he spotted her.

She stood up from her seat, and gave him a nod. Letting him know she had been waiting for him. He walked over to the table, then sat down.

"Hi, Helen." Was the first thing he said to her.

"Actually, it's Dylan now." Ben nodded, accepting the name change.

"So, it's really you. How's your mother?" Dylan's eyes looked around the room uncomfertably, stopping at her shoes.

"She's dead." Dylan said without looking up.

"I'm really sorry." Dylan didn't look up, but she could sense Ben's pain.

"Yeah, me too. I was hopeing you could tell me somethings." Dylan went right into it.

"Like what?" Dylan sighed a annoyed sigh.

"Ok, I got amnesia a couple of days ago. I can't remember a thing. Since you're the only family I got now, I need your help." Dylan explained. Ben leaned across the table.

"I need your help too." Dylan raised an eye brow.

"With what?" Ben smirked.

"I need help getting back at the guy who turned me in. You could help me. Then I could tell you everything you need to know." Dylan shook her head no.

"No way. I'm not going to help with something like that." Ben shrugged as he leaned back in his seat.

"Then you have no past." Dylan could feel a angry tear run down her face she caught it with her finger, and dried it off.

"I do have one, and I'm going to find it. With your help or not." Dylan got up from the table and stormed out, not forgetting to give Anthony the signle.

Suddenly flashing red lights appeared in the bars window. Police ran in, hoping to find Ben Zaas, but he wasn't there.

*****

"Where could he have gone?" Natalie asked Pete as she set Spike down on his dog coushin by their bed.

"I don't know. You know all those criminals, they're the masters of escape. Well,some of them." Pete answered as heslipped into one side of the bed.

"Yeah but, hold on a sec...." Natalie was talking while brushing her teeth, she gargled then went back to the conversation.

"Yeah but we had him surrounded. I feel sorry for Dylan..." Natalie changed the subject as she walked over to the bed.

"She so confused and alone. Her father was one of her only leads, but he had to be a big slime ball." Natalie crawled across Pete to get to her side of the bed. Spike decided to join the couple, he bounded under the covers.

"Thats a good boy Spike." Natalie cooed as she rubbed her young puppy's stomach.

"Yeah, well. Let's just hope she gets better soon." Pete kissed Natalie, then turned off the light.

*****

"And now for channel thirteen news.....(Click) It's my falt, I killed Tom!... (click) Stupid rabbit!....(click)" Dylan was lying on her couch flipping through the TV channels. She sighed a bored sigh as she stopped at channel fifty five.

"You take the good, you take the bad, You take em both and there you have the facts of life....." Dylan sighed as she again, turned the channel. She stopped at the news when she saw a picture of Ben.

"The police still haven't caught this criminal. He escaped last night after soemone reported him at a bar. Again, if you see him, please report him and don't approach him. He could be armed. Moving on..." There was a knock on Dylan's door, she quickly got up and answered it.

"Hey Dyl." It turned out to be Alex.

"I just wanted to see if you were all right." Dylan smiled at Alex as she walked inside.

"Thanks. I'm fine. I was just watching a little TV." Dylan sat on a chair near the TV, Alex stood beside her.

"Are you sure you're ok about the whole Ben Zaas thing?" Dylan nodded with a half smile.

"Yeah, it's ok." Alex sat on the couch across from the chair.

"What did he say to you?" Dylan shrugged.

"He said he wanted my help getting revenge on Chris Holmen, they guy who turned him in." Alex's eyes got big.

"Wow, Dejavu all over again for you huh? With the whole Shamuas thing." Dylan shrugged, pretending like she knew what Alex was talking about.

"Wait, get your coat. We need to go to the agency."