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Chapter Three

"Allright, Ms. Buffay, I'd like to start with the questions now," the police officer informed Phoebe.

"Go ahead, just get them done," Phoebe said, fidgeting impatiently.

"How does Mr. Bing feel about his wife?"

"Chandler? And Monica? They're like an institution. He loves her with everything he has in him. She wanted a baby so much that he even offered to let her be artificially inseminated since he was told he couldn't have kids. He did that because he loved her."

The policeman nodded, writing down her words on a pad, "Now, this baby, how did Mr. Bing feel about it?"

"I just told you. Chandler wanted that baby more than anything."

The policeman nodded, "So much so that he would take his wife to have sole custody?"

Phoebe flew out of her chair and raged at the man, "Chandler would never, ever, ever do anything of that sort," she said angrily, "Never. And if you continue to insult the finest guy on the planet, I swear to God, I won't answer any more of your damn questions!"

***

"All right, Ms. Green, we need to ask you a few questions."

Rachel gritted her teeth, "I got that," she said impatiently.

"Okay, had Monica ever mentioned anything to you about any sort of abuse situation?"

"Chandler would never touch his wife in that way," Rachel said, using her entirety to control her anger, "Never!"

"You're sure about this?" the police officer said, and Rachel nodded, "Well, okay then, where were you this afternoon?"

"I went shopping with Monica, and then I dropped her off at her apartment, then went back to my own."

"And where do you live?"

"Right across the hall, but I was in my bedroom. I wouldn't have heard anything."

"You're absolutely positive that you dropped Monica off?"

"Look, I'm not stupid. I dropped Monica off, and someone took her. It has nothing to do with Chandler. Can't you see that?"

"Ms. Green, we...."

"Need to cover all the bases, I know. Just cover them fast."

***

"Mr. Geller, had your daughter ever expressed any weird thoughts about her husband?"

Jack shook his head, "Chandler was the perfect husband," he said, "he didn't do this."

"Then," the police man said, stroking his chin, "Did you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Mr. Geller, I would like to inform you that you, and your wife, are connected to lie detectors."

Judy butted in, "We're not lying," she whispered, terrified, "We're telling the truth. We didn't take our daughter."

"Then who did?"

Judy and Jack looked at eachother, baffled, and their questioner clarified, "Is there anyone in your family, or your group of friends, who might have taken Monica?"

"No!" Jack said angrily, "This was not a person we knew! No one would take Monica, they all loved her!"

Judy nodded, her eyes already beginning to well up. "Please," she whispered, "Stop this, and find our daughter."

The policeman nodded, and turned to the chief, who'd just entered, "I'd start the search," he said, "All of the relatives seem downright genuine, and they all passed the lie detector tests."

***

"All right, Mr. Bing, here's what we're going to do," Detective Walters, the man who'd been put in charge of Monica's abductor started, "We're going to send in a team to your apartment for evidence, finger prints and stuff like that. We're sending out four search teams for the city, and a few for the surrounding suburbs. What I need you to do is go get any recent pictures of your wife, and get all her stats, height, weight, that sort of thing."

Chandler nodded, understanding, but not really. The past day had been such a blur that it was all he could do not to collapse. But no, he couldn't collapse. Not now, Monica needed him now. The police had already lost about five hours, so the search needed to get started-fast.

Chandler returned to the station fifteen minutes later, still in his fog, but determined to do whatever he could. "This is a picture of my wife," he choked out, "It was taken two weeks ago."

Chandler glanced down at the picture he held in his shaking hands, remembering when it'd been taken. They'd just found out about the baby that Monica was carrying, and the smile on Monica's face was enormous. Chandler'd been taking the picture, so he wasn't in it, but he could remember just how large his own grin had been. How happy they had both been then!

Detective Walters nodded and took the picture, along with the sheet of statistics Chandler had provided on his wife. "Take these to the printer's," he told his assistant, "I want one hundred thousand color posters out ASAP." Walters' assistant nodded and took off.

"How soon will the posters be done?" Chandler asked anxiously.

"As soon as possible, Mr. Bing. You know we're doing everything we can."

Everything they could. That's what they kept saying. But Chandler could only hope it was enough.

Wouldn't change one single thing about it

No, it's run-of-the-mill, still I can't live with-out it

It's ordinary plain and simple

Typical, this everyday love

Same 'ol, same 'ol keeping it new (Same 'ol/This everyday love)

Emotional, so familiar

Nothing about it too peculiar

Oh, but I can't get enough

Of this everyday love

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