Thanks as always for the reviews, I love getting them. Im excited to be working on this story now that you guys have figured out my twisted little plot ::laughs maniacally::

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Mary stood straight up, "what do you mean gone?"

"Gone, as in not here" Wilson snapped as if Mary couldn't understand.

And she didn't, "I bet she took him to her place." She said, staying as calm as possible, hoping she was right.

"Why would she do that?"

"I-I don't know, maybe she needed something. I bet she needed to get some work done, so she took him upstairs. I'll go up there now" Mary smiled nonchalantly.

She walked out the door before Wilson could protest. She held up her dress skirt as she quickly ascended the stairs. As she approached the door she just knew that Cari would open the door and Billy would be on the couch sleeping like an angel.

She knocked.

Then Cari would let her in and she'd scoop Billy up and take him downstairs.

No answer, she knocked again.

Then Wilson would put Billy in bed. He would leave Billy to sleep and lock the door while he ran Mary home.

She knocked once more, this time calling her name.

And then he would walk her to the door, thank her for the wonderful night and give her a kiss. Everything would be fine.

Mary was now extremely frightened, she banged on the door harder, "Cari!" she screamed, "it's Mary. Open the door"

Still no answer

"Damn it!" she screamed in frustration. On the way back down she got one last idea.

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Mrs. Corning opened the door, and started wearily back at Mary. She yawned, "Mary? What are you doing here? Its 1:30 in the morning"

"I know" Mary said out of breath, "have you seen Cari or Billy tonight?" she asked desperately, she popped her head in the door, "are they here?" she was frantic now.

Mrs. Corning took her by the shoulders, "Mary calm down. I haven't seen them all night. What's wrong?"

Before she could finish her sentence Mary was gone back up the stairs.

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"Yes, brown hair." Wilson told the cop. the apartment was swarmed with police, and detectives.

"And you last saw him at what time?" the policeman asked

"Um, I it was around 6:30 . . ." he glanced over at Mary; she was sitting on the couch, her fancy party dress spread out across it. She was sobbing as she gave the detective a description of Cari. He wanted to go over there and hold her, make it all better. He wanted to be as upset as Mary, but it still hadn't fully sunk in that someone had taken his son.

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Billy swung his legs happily in the front seat of the car. Cari was driving intently, and every so often, glancing over at Billy and smiling.

Billy looked over at her, "where are we going?"

"Well, Im not sure yet. But I promise it will be fun"

"Does my dad know where were going?" he asked sweetly, "he might be worried if I don't come home"

Cari's eyes focused intently in front of her. "Yes, he knows, it was his idea."

"Ok good" Billy looked back out the window. A few moments later he asked her, "When am I going home?"

"You're not" Cari responded immediately

"How come?" Billy was frightened now. She just told him they were going on a trip; he didn't know he couldn't go home.

"Well Billy, Mary told your dad that she wouldn't marry him if you were around. So he had to choose, and he picked Mary"

Billy didn't believe her, Mary loved him. She was going to be his new mommy. His dad wouldn't send him away.

Suddenly the child's tiny mind was flooded with memories. Just last week Wilson had scolded him for getting out of bed when he and Mary were kissing in the bedroom, and that very evening when Mary had sent Billy upstairs.

They really did want him gone.

Tears flooded his eyes. He wasn't supposed to cry, only babies cry. He was a big boy now. But he couldn't help it.

Cari rubbed his head as he cried, "shh, J.J. its ok, mommy's here"

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Mary lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling. So many questions were running through her mind, there was no way she could sleep.

She slowly slipped out from under the blanket and tiptoed towards the bedroom door. She leaned on the doorframe and stared into the darkness for a minute.

He saw her standing there in his t-shirt, looking so scared. She was looking around trying to find him, he saw her perfectly, and he'd been awake so long his eyes were entirely adjusted to the darkness.

"Mary" he whispered

"I'm sorry Wilson, I couldn't sleep," she said apologetically, and she approached the bed, "did I wake you up?"

"No" he told her frankly, "I wasn't sleeping either" he lifted the covers, "come here"

Mary eagerly nestled into the bed with him. She snuggled into his arms, he was so tense, but who wouldn't be? They hadn't been in a bed together since they were teenagers, and they got in plenty of trouble then. But neither of them was thinking about sex, they had way too much to worry about.

"I'm scared Wilson" she admitted.

"Me too Mare, me too"

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Well that one was quite long, but I think I was necessary, it wouldn't have worked separately.  

Well I have to go work on the next chapter, cuz I have a feeling that you'll want it a.s.a.p.

An overwhelming amount of reviews might help finish that chapter ;)