WOW! I have never gotten so many reviews on just one intro chapter-you guys are AWESOME! Please keep up the reviews.....maybe I can break 200 on this! So, anyway, here's chappie number two, it may be the last update for a little while, like two weeks or so, b/c of midterms. But we'll see......remember reviews motivate me!

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Chapter Two

"Rachel, I'm telling you, she's not here! Are you sure you dropped her off?" Chandler yelled frantically into the phone.

"Chandler, I'm not an idiot. I dropped her off five minutes ago, just like you said to. Maybe she went out."

"All right, maybe," Chandler said softly, and hung up the phone. He hadn't taken time to survey the apartment before he'd called Rachel worriedly, wondering where on earth his wife was. But suddenly, his eyes took in a sight he didn't want to see.

Monica's jacket.

Monica's keys.

Monica's shoes.

There was no way she would've left the apartment without those three things. He sucked in his breath and dialed the phone frantically. "Hello," he shouted into the phone, "hello, I need some help here. My wife....she's missing, I can't find her anywhere, she...."

"Sir, calm down and explain your situation," the operator said gently.

"Okay," he said, trying to catch his breath, "I came home from work, and my wife, she's not here. Her coat is here, her shoes are here, her keys are here, but she's not. And her best friend says she just dropped her off ten minutes ago. Please, you've got to help me. She's two months pregnant, and she...."

"All right, sir, I'm sending some officers over right now."

Chandler gave her their address and thanked her, hanging up the phone. He was still in shock, refusing to believe somebody had actually taken his wife. No, she'd be back, she's just.....

A sudden rap at the door brought Chandler to his senses and he rushed to answer it. Two policemen stood at the door, grim looks decorating their faces. "Mr. Bing?" they asked, not looking at him, but rather the apartment, "Our dispatcher told us you think your wife is missing?"

"Yes!" Chandler said frantically, "You've got to do something. She's pregnant, and she...."

One of the officers held up his hands, "All right, Mr. Bing, start at the beginning."

Chandler hurriedly rushed through his story, and finally wound up at where they were now. "But you're wasting time listening to me," he shouted, "Get some one out there to look for her, please!"

The officer sighed, "Unfortunately, Mr. Bing, we cannot do that until we've decided just what kind of case this is. Are you sure your wife wouldn't of just left you? She could've left her keys and all, since she wouldn't be needing them."

Chandler glared at the officer, "She's two months pregnant, and I love her with all my heart, plus I know she loves me too."

"Whether or not you say you love her is irrelevent, Mr. Bing. And to tell you the truth, the only person who really knows if she loves you is her, so she could've left."

"You want proof?" Chandler nearly shouted. He ushered the police men into their immaculate bedroom, and threw up Monica's closet, displaying the fact that is was full. "You think she would've left without any of her stuff?"

The policemen nodded towards each other, and one turned to Chandler. "All right, Mr. Bing. We're going to take you down to the station for questioning. Does Monica have any other family, or friends like that?"

Chandler hurriedly ran through the list, hoping that the police would just get the formalities out of the way and find his wife. The situation was started to sink in; Monica was gone. She'd been taken.

***

Ross, Rachel, Phoebe, Joey, and Monica's parents ran into the police station hurriedly; Judy and Jack having been at Ross' apartment that day. Chandler sat on a cold metal chair, his head in his hands.

"Chandler, what's going on," Ross demanded, "Where is my sister?!?"

Chandler looked up, tears in his baby blues, "I don't know, Ross," he whispered, "I can't answer that question."

Rachel sat down and gently rubbed Chandler's back, "Sweetie, I'm sure they're going to find her. She just disappeared, she couldn't be far."

Chandler nodded, and looked up at the policemen who had just come in the room. "Mr. Bing, will you please follow us?" one of them asked, "Your friends and relatives will be taken into separate rooms in a second."

Chandler obliged and got up slowly, following the policemen into a cold, cement room.

***

"All right, Mr. Bing, as I'm sure you've realized, you are hooked up to a lie detector, so any lies you tell, will be detected. We highly suggest you tell us the truth." Chandler nodded, and the policeman, who looked oddly unsympathetic, continued. "My first question, Mr. Bing, is, did you take or kill your wife?"

"WHAT?" Chandler had to grip on the sides of the chair to keep from standing up and strangleling the man across from him, "Why on Earth would you think that," he seethed, "I love my wife with all my heart. Why would you even SUGGEST that?"

"Mr. Bing, it is my experience that most abuductions of women this age are done by their husbands or someone else in the relative group. Now, tell me, has Monica ever expressed any desire to leave you, or have you ever wanted to leave her?"

Chandler breathed heavily and glared, "I have never wanted to leave my wife," he said, "nor has she ever wanted to leave me. We're expecting a baby, for Christ's sake!"

"Have either of you ever been unsure about whether or not you wanted the child?"

Chandler's eyes grew narrower. "It has been my wife's dream to have a child since she was little. It's been mine since we married. We tried for two years to have a child. You think that says we don't want the baby?"

"Mr. Bing, I am merely covering all the bases."

Chandler could no longer contain himself, "But you're LOSING TIME!" he burst out, "Whoever has my wife is getting away, right as we speak. You've got to do SOMETHING!"

The policeman put a firm hand on Chandler's shoulder and sat him back down, "I cannot send out men right now Mr. Bing, not until I have made absolutely sure that it was not someone in your family that took her. It's a waste of police in a city that desperately needs them."

"My wife is not a WASTE!" Chandler yelled.

"Mr. Bing, calm down," the police man said cautiously, "We will find your wife."

***

"All right, so how would you be related to Mrs. Bing?" the police officer asked Ross.

"I'm her brother," Ross said, "And please, can we just get this over with? I didn't take my sister. You've got to find out who really did!"

"Mr. Geller, it is our experience that many abductors come from within the family."

"Well, maybe this case isn't typical," Ross said angrily, "No one in our family would take my sister. We love her to death."

"Just in case," the policeman said, seemingly annoyed, "We're doing this. My first question, and, just to remind you, if you lie we will detect it, is where were you this afternoon?"

"I had my son with me for the afternoon, and my parents came to my apartment to visit him."

"Now, do you have permenent custody of this son?"

"No, I'm divorced, and we share custody. What does this have to do with my sister being gone?"

"Well, perhaps you wanted your sister's child to replace the one you cannot have full time."

"That is LUDICROUS!" Ross screamed, and tears filled his eyes, "Please," he whispered, "Stop this. Find my sister! I didn't take her."

"We'll see about that," the police man said, unremorseful.

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