The Phone Call- Chapter 3

Over the next couple of days, Chandler and Monica had had their number changed, and everything was going fine. Chandler's conversation with the caller hadn't been able to be traced. But after that they hadn't received one harassing phone call. They decided to forget about it, until one day while Monica was eating lunch, the phone started ringing. She always got a little nervous now when the phone ringed now, but dismissed her fear, as it was probably just Chandler checking in on her during his lunch break.

"Hello, Monica."

"NOOO!"

"Oh, yes," the man laughed maliciously.

"How the hell did you get this number?"

He sighed. "Monica, haven't you figured out by now that I know EVERYTHING about you? You can run, you can hide, but I will always find you. I know where you live, I know where you work, and I know that you're three months pregnant. So if you continue to be unkind to me, then I'm just going to come over there and rip you AND your baby into a million little pieces."

She clutched her stomach as she collapsed onto a chair in the kitchen. She was in shock.

"Oh, and don't think I'll leave your darling little Chandler alone either. Hmm, how do you think I should kill HIM? A slow, painful death or a quickie? Hmm, I say slow and painful. Well, that's all. I'm through with you now. I'll see you soon."

"Why..." Monica cried, as she dialed the number to Chandler's office. "Chandler?" she whimpered.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"He's back. He called again."

"Oh, no..." he sighed.

"And this time he started saying that he was going to come to our house and not only kill me and you, but---our baby," she sobbed. "He knows where we live, Chandler. I'm sure of it."

Chandler sighed again. "Mon, I'll come home right now, okay?"

"Okay, but won't Doug get mad?"

"Don't worry about, Doug. I'll be right there."

"Okay, bye."

When Chandler got home, he honestly had no idea what to do, but they called the police again. Later, Officer Phalange arrived.

"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Bing. Nice to see you again...well, in this case I guess it's not so nice," she said sympathetically. "So what happened?"

"We had our number changed, and now today he called my wife again, this time threatening to come and kill us."

"And my baby," Monica added fearfully, rubbing her stomach.

"Whoa, well, that's much more serious now this time if he's making death threats."

"Well, he made a death threat when I talked to him," Chandler said quietly.

"What?" Monica asked, turning her head up.

"He said if I 'challenged' him he was going to come and kill you," he explained, his voice still low.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Monica asked, somewhat hurt.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want you to worry."

"Well, I think if someone's trying to kill me someone's gotta worry!"

"I know, sweetie. I was worrying outta my mind."

"Well, you still shoulda told me," she said, stubbornly crossing her arms. "So, what do you recommend we do, Officer?"

"Well, it's really up to you, I guess. I'd say this person does know where you live so maybe stay the night at a friend's if it would make you feel better?" she suggested.

Monica sighed. "Everyone we know is like thirty seconds away. And this creep probably knows all about them, too, since we're so close with them, and he seems to know 'oh so much' about us," she said, rolling her eyes. "Oh no," Monica looked up again. "What if he tries to hurt them, too?"

"Ma'am, are you absolutely SURE you didn't recognize the voice?"

"Oh, I'm definitely sure. You can ask my husband, too."

"Yeah, when I talked to him it was this...ugh, it was just creepy. It sounded so...alien."

"Hmm, you know, maybe whoever is doing this is using one of those voice changer boxes. They sell them wherever you can buy Halloween merchandise."

"Oh my God, you're right!" Monica gasped.

"Any jealous ex-boyfriends?"

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I can't think of anyone I've even ever just gone out with that would wanna do that to me. And even if it is someone I dated, why are they doing this NOW anyway? I've been with Chandler for five years already!" she sighed. "Next week is our anniversary," she added sadly. Chandler rubbed her shoulders comfortingly.

"Sweetie, maybe you both should take some time off and go away for a little bit, huh? It'll get your mind off things," Regina suggested.

Monica turned around to face Chandler and looked at him expectantly.

"Well, that does sound like a good idea, Mon."

"I dunno though...'cause soon I'll be taking maternity leave and everything...I don't wanna be gone from work too long."

"Honey, we can afford it. Let's go away together---somewhere far away."

"Okay, that is a good idea." She turned around again to shake Regina's hand. "Thank you, Officer."

"Please, call me Regina."

"Thank you, Regina," she smiled.

"But this is a serious problem you've got here. We're going to talk to the phone company and do our best at finding this sucker."

"Thank you very much," Chandler shook her hand.

"Just doin' my job," she smiled.

After Regina left, Monica sat down on Chandler's lap on the couch and rested her head on his chest. "So where do you wanna go?" she asked.

"Barbados was nice," Chandler smiled.

"Nuh-uh, I don't wanna look like Roseanne Roseannadanna again."

He laughed. "So where to then?"

Monica sighed heavily. "Chandler, take me to Paris."

"Well, I didn't know you wanted to go THAT far."

She sighed again. "I wish we could."

"Well, why can't we?"

"Ohh, we can't afford that..."

"Yes, we can."

"How?" she asked skeptically.

"I've got some money saved up."

"But we need that for little Sarah."

Chandler gasped. "You found out it was a girl?"

Monica grinned and nodded.

"Oh, that's wonderful, sweetheart," he said kissing her. "And I love the name Sarah," he whispered. "But I still think we can afford to go to Paris. And besides, I can always ask my mom for some money. She's got lots saved up from all her romance novels."

"I thought Bings never asked for money," Monica chuckled.

"Well, this is different."

"How?"

"It's for you."

They both smiled and gazed at each other.

"I wanna take you somewhere nice though, Monica. I just wanna make you happy like I promised to when I proposed."

"Chandler, you HAVE been making me happy, JUST like you promised when you proposed. I don't need a fancy trip to Paris to be happy...but it wouldn't hurt."

They both laughed.

"No, seriously though, Chandler. All I need is you."

"Okay, but we're still going to Paris where we can forget about this whole fiasco."

"Okay, but I guess we have to tell the guys what happened then. We can't just suddenly be going to Paris for no reason."

"Yeah..." Chandler lifted up Monica's shirt and placed a big kiss on the center of her stomach. "I love you," he whispered to little Sarah. "And I love you," he said kissing Monica gently. "We'll get through this whole thing."

Chapter 4-COMING SOON A/N: I hope this doesn't suck too much. Maybe it seems like they're overreacting a bit, especially at the beginning, but I know when I was getting freaky phone calls a few nights ago, I was scared like you wouldn't believe. I thought someone was going to come kill me, for sure. Okay, well, this is probably boring so there's going to be some action soon. Thanks for reading :) -Marcella