Sorry there's been a delay, I've started college and am learning how to do both college work and a social life! Oh well it's a lot better now, I've gotten the hang of it. Here's the next chapter, it was like five pages long when I write it during a free period but when I had typed it up it was barely three pages. Oh well, at least it's packed!

Enjoy!

'Shh Emma sweetie, don't cry baby.' Monica whispered to the toddler in her arms. Emma's cries quietened slightly, but only a little. Monica hugged her closer and looked around the dingy room. Not for the first time since she arrived here she wondered why she was there. Why was Emma there now? Nothing made sense.

'I said call him now!' A voice from downstairs screamed. Monica moved closer to the door, she could hear other voices now, quieter ones.

'Ok, but I think we should let him speak to her, so he knows we're serious.' The other voice said, it was younger then the first one that had spoke and Monica recognized it as the one who had abducted her.

'Fine, go get her then.'

Monica heard footsteps coming up the stairs, coming towards her. The door was unlocked and Monica scrambled away from it.

'Come with me.' The man said as he walked in the room. He was wearing the balaclava again and holding a couple of objects in his hands that Monica recognized as rope, some cloth and a large knife. He stalked over to Monica and grabbed Emma out of her arms. He held Monica's wrists in a handcuff like way in one hand while he tied them up with the rope with the other. her whimpers were quietened when he stuffed the cloth in her mouth and then was led from the room, leaving a terrified Emma behind.

Flashes of dull beige colour presented themselves to Monica as she was herded through the upstairs hall, they changed to sickly green as she was pushed down the dusty steps and in to almost pitch black as she entered the living room. The curtains had been drawn and there were no lights on, it was almost impossible to see. She was forced to sit down, the knife still pressing against her back.

The door was closed, plunging them in to total darkness. Monica sat there, listening to someone dial the phone.

'Hello Mr. Bing.'

~*~*~*~*~*~

'What is it you want?' Chandler asked, his voice sounding a thousand times braver then he felt. Phoebe and Joey were sitting either side of him, listening eagerly to the one-sided conversation. Ross and Rachel had already left for the Gellars' house.

'We'll get to that in a moment Mr. Bing, first there is a guest here who would like to speak to you.'

Chandler heard noises of the phone being passed to someone else in the room.

'Chandler?' A shaky voice asked, Chandlers heart skipped a beat.

'Monica!'

'Chandler sweetie, what's going on?' Her voice was trembling and Chandler felt his heart breaking. His wife was so scared and it was all somehow his fault.

'I don't know baby, but I promise I'm doing everything I can to get you out of there. You'll be home in no time, I swear.'

'Emma's here with me.' Monica told him, she felt it was vital they all knew.

'I thought she might be, your parents rang a little while ago to say she was missing. Ross and Rachel are on their way there now.'

'You haven't got much longer.' A voice from Monica's end of the phone informed them.

'Sweetheart, do you know where you are?' Chandler asked urgently. Monica began to cry a little.

'I have no idea, it's in the middle of no-where.' 

'Don't worry baby, I promise-'

'Times up.' The voice said and Chandler heard the phone being ripped away from Monica's hand. He put his hand to his mouth to stop himself from crying out. How dare someone do this to his wife! Joey put his hand on Chandler's shoulder to comfort him. Chandler tried to smile at him but couldn't manage it. He put the phone down on the hook and pressed the button to make it go on speaker phone.

'I guess you're wondering why we have your wife here with us Chandler.' The voice that had now come to the end of the phone taunted. Chandler bit his tongue to stop him from replying the way he wanted to.

'We haven't done anything to anyone to deserve this!' He insisted. The voice on the other end of the phone chuckled.

'Oh Chandler, it only evolves you, no-one else, and it's not even any of your fault, but life's a bitch and throws all of the consequences of over thirty years ago on to you and your family and friends. And there isn't really anything you can do about it now is there?'

'What do you want from me!?'

'Have I got your attention now that I have your friends and family?'

'Yes!.' Chandler yelled. 'Just tell me what I have to do to get them back!' He pleaded, this person was playing games with the lives of the people he cared for most in the world. Phoebe put her arms around his shoulders in a bid to keep him calm.

'That isn't a simple question Chandler. I want to meet with you, alone. Meet with me at Nora's townhouse in the city, I'll tell you when we're there. No police, no other friends, just me and you. And if you're a good boy for your father you may get Emma back.'

Chandler sat there stunned. Had he heard right? It couldn't be, it was too surreal, too much. 'My father?' He repeated weakly.

'Don't you recognize Daddy's voice Chandler?'

Ok I don't know whether that will be a surprise for anyone but please leave a review and I'll get writing quicker!