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(32 years later…)

Monica Geller-Bing smiled as she saw the two loves of her life slept soundly on the reading chair in their livingroom. She had felt Chandler get up during the night, but not felt him return, so she had gotten up to investigate.

She picked up the baby that he held securely in his arms and carried him to the bedroom next to hers. Without waking him she put him gently down in the crib and kissed his forehead lightly.

'Night Nicky baby.' She whispered sweetly and walked from the room. She walked over to where Chandler was still sleeping and whispered in his ear.

'Sweetheart, you have to come to bed.' His head stirred a little but his eyes didn't open. Monica kissed him, softly at first but then more freely when she felt him respond. Their lips didn't part as he sat up and gathered her in his arms and picked her up, staggering at first from just waking up but then regaining his balance and carrying her to their bedroom where they didn't stop at just kissing.

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Chandler strode down the busy New York streets the next day, making his way to work. He liked his new job, advertising was a big improvement on Data Processing in any case.

His thoughts went to his son, the miracle child. The doctors had said there was very little chance of them ever having their own baby naturally but  they had proved them wrong. Chandler had a suspicion it was Monica's determination to finish anything she had planned played a huge part in it all.

As he walked on oblivious to most of his surroundings he did not notice the eerie feeling that should have come over him, the feeling of being watched that he had felt a lot in recent months.

He didn't notice the oddly familiar woman standing in the exact same place as she had been the last few months either.

And he had no idea he was being watched.

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Monica hummed lightly as she cleared away the breakfast things. All the gang had been there for breakfast that morning as usual, which Monica had loved. Her adoration for hostessing hadn't faded at all since the birth of her son six months ago and now that there was two more additions to the breakfast table she had more to occupy herself.

Phoebe and Mike were still together and Mike was coming over for breakfast as well now. And even though Nicky, her precious son, didn't exactly have his breakfast at the table he still joined everyone each morning until they all left for work.

The phone rang, startling Monica out of her thoughts. She dried her hands on the towel and picked up the phone that had been left on the kitchen table after a call made over breakfast.

'Hello?' She greeted brightly, she was in a very good mood this morning and felt she should share it.

There was no answer on the other end of the phone.

'Hello?' She asked again, her good mood fading. This was the fifth call that month that someone had called and not talked. As she predicted the caller hung up and she was left listening to the dialling tone.

'Uhh.' She murmured and placed the phone on it's hook on the table by the couch.

There was a sharp knock on the door, no-one ever called this early. Maybe it was one of the gang, forgot keys or something. But her eyes quickly scanned the kitchen and revealed that there was nothing but breakfast utensils and she was pretty certain no-one would be needing them for work.

She placed the chain on the door and looked through the peephole before answering. There was a man standing there, average height and muscular, looking like he hadn't shaven for days.

'Can I help you?' She asked politely through the small gap that the chain allowed.

'Don't you dare scream.' He threatened. His voice was hoarse and low as he pulled out a gun that was concealed in his dark red jacket.

Monica slammed the door and ran over to the phone without a sound.

The man kicked the door open and managed to break the lock, but even so he still had the chain obscuring his entry. With the hand that wasn't holding the gun he pulled out bolt cutters from his jacket and cut his way in to the apartment.

Monica had barely managed to dial the first nine before he grabbed her from behind and pointed the gun to her head.

'Don't scream.' He repeated, this time his voice shaking. He didn't seem to be any braver then she was in this situation, but at least he didn't have a gun pointed to his head.

In the bedroom, awoken from his peaceful nap from the sound of the door being kicked in, little Nicky Bing began crying.

His whimpering wasn't answered and after a while the gentle noise turned in to screaming.

Still no-one answered the baby.