Author's Note: I started writing this story before all the stuff with Jennifer on the plane happened, so let's just pretend that never happened in this story. And this chapter is pretty perverted (okay, when is my writing not perverted?) but I have an excuse. I was off camping with my incredibly religious relatives and damn, I never realized how hard it was for me to stop from making dirty comments. They were all on the tip of my tongue the whole week but I somehow managed to hold them back so I wouldn't offend my cousins. It was hell though. I had to work so hard and I needed to make up for my week of being nice. So, I took a deep breath, wrote this sick-minded chapter and I'm better now. Sorry for the delays in updating.
The consecutive disappearances of Shawn, Lucas, Phillip, Brady and John were causing almost as much of an uproar as the Salem Serial killings had. Bo was sitting behind his desk at the Salem Police Department, trying as hard as he could to figure out how to track down the five men that had already gone missing. It was taking up all of his free time lately, he felt like he had to save the five of them, especially since one of them was his son and one of them was his brother. He drummed his fingers on the desk for a minute, then picked up a pencil and clamped his teeth around the end of it.
In some ways, he felt like these disappearances were worse than the Salem serial killings had been. Granted, those had been hard but Salem could handle murder. Salem had done it before and Salem was slowly recovering from the last killings as well. There certainly wasn't anything new about murder. But the thing was, they didn't know what the disappearances meant. They could be kidnappings or murder, or even suicides or runaways, although the last two weren't very likely. And there was absolutely no evidence to be found. No bodies, no trails of blood, no nothing. The Salem PD didn't even have suspects to work with yet, since they didn't even know what the hell was going on.
Bo was wrenched from his thoughts abruptly by the sound of high shrieks, wailing and other mingled noises. The door to his office opened and slammed against the wall and a cluster of woman tumbled into the room. Kate was the first in the room, followed by Nicole, Sami and then a sobbing, shaking Belle filed in last. Randy, one of the younger policemen came in behind Belle, his face apologetic.
"I'm sorry about all this commotion, Commander Brady." Randy began respectfully, "I tried to tell them all to leave but they finally just pushed past all of us and insisted they had to see you."
"I do have to see the Commander." Kate informed Randy with a haughty toss of her head, "Do you not understand how much stress I am having to deal with right now? My babies are gone and nothing is being done to find them!"
The pencil in Bo's hands snapped in two, "There is plenty being done, Kate. And if you don't like the pace we're moving in, then go ahead and try to find them yourselves because I'm sure you'll do a lot better than we will." Kate's comment made the blood under Bo's skin boil. After being constantly plagued by everyone, including his own conscious, to find the Salem Stalker, he had been worn out by the time it was all over. And then a new criminal had to decide to start snatching random men off the streets and not leave any clues behind. It was more than he could stand, especially when everyone was nagging him about it.
Kate sniffed, "I don't see why you're being so rude to me. I'm having a horribly hard time dealing with this loss. My little babies are out there, either hurt or dea-"
"They're not your babies!" Sami screamed, her voice filling the entire office and resounding off the walls. Bo cringed and rubbed his forehead.
"Keep your voice down, Samantha." Bo opened his mouth to say more but didn't get the chance.
"Please, Bo," Belle pleaded with him through self-pitying tears, which had seemed to flow relentlessly ever since Phillip had gone missing, "I can't live like this. I need Phillip and Shawn around to comfort me, I just lost my mom. And now my brother and daddy are gone too. Before long, everyone will be gone and there will be no one around to make me feel good about myself. I don't know what I'll do if that happens. You have to save me from being sad."
Sami was shaking her head in disgust at her sister and Nicole finally saw the gap of silence as her chance to put in her opinion, "Listen, I don't care what you do but you had better get your lazy ass out of that chair and find my step-grandson right now. I hate the thought of him being in danger and you should be working harder if you won't to get your kid back."
"Nicole, shut the hell up and get out of my office." Bo narrowed his eyes at the blonde woman, "You should not be in here talking to me like this because I have reason to believe that you are responsible for what's going on. You've either outright kidnapped or murdered these men or helped someone else do it. So, don't act all high and mighty with me."
Nicole straightened her shoulders, "Don't talk to your step-mother like that." she reprimanded him, "There's no way I could have anything to do with this. I care deeply about Brady and Shawn is my step-grandson and Phillip is my step-son. I would never do anything to hurt them. Stop trying to blame me for everything bad that happens."
"You've picked a great time to go all maternal on your step-children, haven't you?" Sami broke in, rolling her eyes.
"Maybe you should try it some time, Sami." Kate shot back sharply.
"I don't have any step-children."
"You know what I mean." Kate shrilled, red-faced, "You've never been a good mother to Will. You can't even treat his father with a shred of dignity. You broke Lucas' heart and it's all your fault he's gone."
Sami was stung by the remark but tried not to show it, "You're losing your mind, Kate. How is it my fault that Lucas is gone? I think you're just looking for someone to blame so you can feel better about the whole thing."
"You went off to sleep with some guy you barely knew!" Kate roared, "You hurt him in a way few people could. He really did think you two could have something, even if I always knew better. You proved that you never really cared about him after what you did at the Blue Note."
"Right, it was all my fault." Sami agreed with heavy sarcasm, "I just went up to that guy and begged him to have sex with me. Because Lucas was so lousy that I wanted to have a real man. Then Lucas got kidnapped by someone probably by sheer chance but sure, it's all my fault! Dear God, Kate, do you realize how stupid what you're saying is?"
"Stop it!" Bo intervened, his voice exceeding the level Sami and Kate had raised their voices too, "All you of, get out. Do you think you're the only ones suffering right now? Because you're not. My son has been missing for longest out of any of the other people and I am going crazy trying to find him. I don't need to deal with this too."
Randy steered all four woman out of Bo's office and they all began making their way out of the police station. Kate looked over at Sami and shook her head in disgust.
"You are such an idiot." Kate hissed before moving ahead of Sami to leave the building.
Sami didn't bother to respond to Kate's comment, instead she walked slowly out of the building. She had to except it now- Lucas hadn't just left Salem to get back at her. He was gone against his will, just like Phillip, Shawn, Brady and John obviously were. And he was possibly (probably?) in danger. And for once, she had to agree with Kate. She was an idiot. Because only an idiot would get to know the real Lucas Roberts and feel how much he cared about her, then let him disappear without trying to win him back.
Ever since Crystal had locked John and Brady up in the country home, the level of, for lack of a better word, grumpiness had gone way up. Jan was lying next to Shawn, letting Crystal take care of the other four men. Early that morning, Phillip had come up with the brilliant idea of yelling that he was hungry or that he had to go the bathroom every five minutes. It hadn't taken long before Lucas, Brady, Shawn and John had all joined in. Phillip is such a jerk, Jan thought maliciously, curling up closer to Shawn, He is totally making this unenjoyable for me. I should gag him. Or better yet, I should go upstairs and get those nipple clamps and see if he'll keep being so annoying after I use those on him.
Jan was spending the early evening with Shawn and letting Crystal tend to all the other men in the country home. She was a little upset with Crystal anyways. Even if Crystal had done all the work to get John, Jan really didn't want John here. He was too old and ugly to be classified as the kind of guy she wanted to have sex with. She hadn't even looked at John since he had arrived but she had definitely heard him. He and Brady had spent the most time out of any of the other guys screaming their protests. They didn't seem to get that it was useless until about six hours after they had gotten chained up.
"Get away from my, Crystal!" John thundered, "No, I do not want to sample your bonbons! You'll pay for humiliating me like this! I swear, there will be justice. When you and that other monstrosity sit down in those electric chairs for doing this to me, I am going to pull the switch!"
"No, way, dad!" Brady shouted, "You can't pull the switch because I'm going to pull the switch."
"I have to go to the bathroom!" Phillip called from his bedroom and Crystal's sigh was loud enough to be heard from outside Shawn's room.
"You went two minutes ago! Do you have a bladder problem or something? God, this is like taking care of a bunch of puppies." Crystal complained as she walked down the hall.
Jan nuzzled her cheek into Shawn's stomach, "She didn't mean it, sweetie. You guys don't resemble dogs at all. Well, except maybe John but you guys definitely aren't dogs. I would never think about having sex with you if you were."
"Are you sure about that?" Shawn muttered, "I'm starting to think you'd have sex with anything these days."
Jan squealed indignantly and slapped Shawn's arm, "I would not do anything with animals. That's disgusting. I might be horny but I do have my standards."
"Really?" Shawn's voice let his disbelief shine through, "Like what?"
"No animals, no dead people, no old men, no women," Jan began listing her standards, "And above all, I will not ever rape someone. That's why I've caged all of you and am now waiting for you to come to me. Or should I say, I'm waiting for you to cum to me." Jan grinned for a moment, before turning serious, "But I'm not going to force you."
"Because you were raped too, right?"
Jan was silent for a moment and she looked so lost for a moment that Shawn almost felt sorry for her. Then she looked up and shook her head, "Of course, I wasn't. There's only been one man I've ever made love to and that was you. And that was completely consensual. We're going to do it again soon, right?"
"Why should we?" Shawn returned, his voice holding an infantile sullenness to it, "You have all those other guys you captured."
"That makes you jealous, doesn't it?" Shawn frowned as Jan nodded knowingly, "But you should know that you have nothing to be jealous of yet. John's old, Brady's stupid and Phillip's annoying me with his constant yelling about having to go to the bathroom. Then there's Lucas..." Jan's voice trailed off, "I have to admit that I think I like him the most out of all those other guys. You know, ever since the two of us conceived little Shawn Jr., I've had this soft spot..." Jan cleared her throat, "Or make that a wet spot, for guys with dark hair and dark eyes."
"I don't want to hear about your wet spot." Shawn told Jan.
"You can touch it instead." Jan offered and Shawn could hear Lucas and Brady, whose rooms were closest to his, snickering.
"It's not funny! If she was in there with you, telling you to touch her wet spot, would you be laughing? I think not."
Shawn had said this so loudly that Phillip also overheard and began to laugh hysterically, "Quit laughing, Phillip! You're making me mad!"
"Well, what do you think you make me?" Phillip demanded.
Crystal walked into Shawn's room and both she and Jan yelled, "Horny!" at the same time.
Shawn wrinkled his nose, "Is that all you two ever think about?"
"Yup," Crystal turned her attention to Jan, "We have to go catch someone else now. Let's go to the park and do the old lady routine again. That works so well."
"Or we could go the park and you could pretend to be a damsel in distress instead of an old lady." Jan replied, "Because we have to keep things original, you know."
"True," Crystal agreed and she and Jan began walking down the hallway.
"But I'm hungry!" Phillip called pitifully. Jan and Crystal ignored him and continued to make their way towards the stairs.
Patrick breathed in the summer night's air as he walked through the nearly deserted park. He had left Jennifer's home to clear his head. As he walked, he thought about his growing feelings for Jennifer. He was becoming more attracted to her all the time but he knew he couldn't act on those feelings, especially since she was still grieving for her dead husband. He sighed and continued walking until he noticed someone hunched over on the path in front of him. He hurried over to them and saw that the young woman with reddish-blonde hair was leaning over and clutching her ankle. When she looked up at Patrick, he saw that tears were streaming down her face.
"What happened? Are you all right?" Patrick asked, helping her to her feet. The woman staggered a little bit and held on to Patrick's arm for support.
"I don't think so." she sniffled, "I think I've sprained my ankle pretty badly. I don't know if I'll be able to make it home."
"Oh," Patrick helped the woman limp a little ways down the path, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Would you mind giving me a ride back to my house?" she asked in a small voice, "I don't know anyone else who can."
"I guess I could do that." Patrick nodded and began helping her walk a little ways farther down the path, "My car is this way."
"This is so nice of you." Crystal turned away and pretended to be wiping her eyes, while a smile crossed her face. This guy is just as bad as Brady and John were, she observed, It's kind of sad that all the hot ones are so gullible but I don't think I'll be complaining about that anytime soon. She pressed herself a little closer against Patrick, still pretending to need him for balance as they walked out of the park together.