The Phone Call- Chapter 1

A/N: Okay, it takes place during present time. Monica is about three months pregnant, Ross and Rachel are married, and Joey and Phoebe are engaged. And, GASP, it's NOT a stand-alone! I actually have a STORY planned out! Yay!

"Hello?" Monica picked up the phone cheerfully.

"Hello, Monica," a dark, creepy voice answered.

"Who is this?" she asked, sounding slightly nervous.

"Who do you want it to be?"

"Who is this?" she repeated, more firmly this time.

"I love you."

"Wha..." she shook her head in bewilderment.

"I love you, Monica."

"How do you know my name?"

"Well, you usually know the name of the person you're in love with."

"WHO THE HELL IS THIS?" she cried, now really beginning to get worried.

"Aww, you still haven't figured it out yet, honey?"

"No, and I don't intend to. Good BYE!" she exclaimed as she slammed the phone down.

About ten seconds later the phone began ringing again.

"HELLO?" she yelled in a frustrated voice into the phone.

"Monica, why don't you like me?"

"Listen, just leave me alone, or I'm calling the police."

"Oh, the police aren't going to be able to do anything, sweetheart."

"Oh yeah, how do you know that, asshole?" she asked, with a touch of uncertainty in her own voice.

"You know, it's not nice to call people names."

"Well, uh, it's not nice to make freaky phone calls. And anyway, if you don't leave me alone, my husband will come and kick your ass."

"Your husband?" he asked.

'Shit,' she thought. She normally would have just shrugged it off as some stupid kid with no life dialing random numbers trying to freak people out. But this wasn't anything random. This person knew her name and could possibly know where she lived. She wished she hadn't mentioned Chandler, as she did not want to put him at any kind of risk.

"What's the matter, honey? Wish you hadn't mentioned your darling Chandler?"

Monica gasped. "How do you know his name?" she almost whispered.

"Oh, I know everything about you, Monica. And frankly, Chandler could never kick ANYONE'S ass."

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" she was now beginning to sob.

"Listen, you little bitch. You're gonna pay."

"Pay for what?"

"Pay for betraying me. I could make you so much happier than Chandler."

"YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH!" she slammed the phone down hard, collapsed on the couch, and sobbed to herself.

And soon, there it was again. Monica sighed heavily and groaned. She yanked the cord right out of the back of the phone. She rummaged through her bag lying on the coffee table and retrieved her cell phone. She quickly dialed in Chandler's number.

"Chandler?" she asked softly.

"Hey, Mon...is there anything wrong?" he got a little worried, as he could sense some sort of fear or...desperateness in her voice.

"Chandler, come home quick."

"I'm on my way...Mon, what's wrong?" he asked again, this time sounding more concerned.

"Chandler, some psycho keeps giving me threatening phone calls. And he knows my name...and your name, and he says he knows everything about me and that he's going to make me pay..." she began to break down.

"Honey, I'll be home as soon as I can. Just try to stay calm, and then we'll call the police, okay?" he asked gently, trying to stay calm himself.

"Okay...I love you, Chandler."

"I love you, too, Mon. I'll be right home."

She desperately didn't want to be alone in the apartment for any amount of time, but Ross and Rachel were away for the weekend together and Joey and Phoebe-well, Joey and Phoebe were Joey and Phoebe. They were up to SOMETHING. She sighed and tried to relax. She knew she was probably making a mountain out of a molehill; that there was nothing to really worry about. People got prank phone calls everyday, right? It was no big deal...right? But something in the back of her mind was telling her otherwise.

As soon as Monica heard Chandler's keys turning in the door later that evening, she immediately leapt off the couch and darted towards the door. "Thank God, you're home," she raced into his arms--the only place she could feel safe.

"Okay, sweetie, now tell me exactly what happened," he said gently as he soothingly rubbed her back.

"Well, he called twice. He tried to call many more times, I'm sure, but after the second call, I disconnected the phone."

"Go on."

"Well, obviously I kept on asking him who the hell it was. Then he started telling me that he loved me and-oh God, Chandler, somehow he knows who you are, too. He said he was going to make me pay for betraying him and that he could make me much happier than you could."

"Well, then did it sound like one of your ex-boyfriends?"

"No, not at all. I know I'd never heard that voice in my entire life...oh gosh, I'm sorry to get you involved in this."

"What? Mon, it's not your fault at all! It's not like you TOLD him any information about either of us."

"Who else could it possibly be though, Chandler, if it's not one of my ex- boyfriends?"

"I dunno, but let's call the police. He said he was going to make you pay?" Chandler asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, I'd consider that a threatening phone call all right. There must be something the police can do. Don't worry, sweetheart. Everything's going to be fine."

Monica nodded, but Chandler could still see all the fear in her eyes. He led her over to the couch and placed a comforting arm around her. With the other arm, he picked up the phone, but then he remembered that Monica had disconnected it. He then reached over for her cell phone that was lying on the table and proceeded to call the police.

Monica rested her head against his shoulder. She was once again amazed by him---amazed over how he could be so sarcastic and so NOT serious so often, and now suddenly be so completely the opposite. He knew when to joke around and when not to, and what to do when she needed comfort the most.

"They're going to send someone over," Chandler said after a few minutes. Monica just nodded against his chest. "It'll take a while though, they said, since ya'know, there's lots of other places they need to go, but they are going to come."

"Okay," she nodded again. "Thank you, Chandler."

"What for?"

"For making me feel so safe, and for taking care of everything. You're so wonderful..." she trailed off.

"I learn from the best," Chandler smiled and kissed her nose.

Chapter 2 COMING SOON! A/N: This isn't going to be like Scream, I promise. It's going to have some similarities, but that's definitely not what I'm trying to do here. I actually got the idea because a few nights ago some psycho kept on making these freaky phone calls to my mom and me all night. We called the police, and they came, but then we haven't gotten another phone call since then so yay. I'd really appreciate some feedback, since this is going to be my first actual 'story', other than some stupid, mushy, plot-less stand-alone. Oh, but not that it's not going to SUCK, because I suck, lol. Anyway, thanks for reading! Love always, Marcella :)