"I see the party died once I left."

Alistair walked back into the silent room, nobody talking, no eye contact being made.

"Well...I have good news for you...we're finished for now."

Sam looked at him.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying, chief Bennett, that I no longer need you disgusting people here...I'm letting you go."

And just like that, the doors flew open.

"Leave now before I change my mind. Or if you want to stay, I could spill someone else's dirty secrets to the world. Believe me, I have plenty more."

"Where's Teresa?" Luis asked.

"Her and Fox are discussing some important business matters up on the roof. They should be back shortly."

"I'm not leaving without her."

"Luis, let's just go," Sheridan whispered. "We can wait for them outside."

"What are you people waiting for?" Alistair yelled, growing angry. "You're free...now get out of here!"

Everyone quickly walked out of the building. When they were outside, no one moved. Eve walked up to TC.

"We need to talk."

"I'm going home," he said not looking at her. "You can come by tomorrow and get your things." He walked away.

Julian walked up. "Eve"

"Don't," she said harshly. "Just leave me alone alright?"

"I can't do that," he said. "I love you too much."

"You are disgusting!" Whitney yelled. "Both of you deserve each other."

"Whit-"Chad placed his hand on her back.

"And don't you come near me," she said turning to face him. "I don't know what's going on, or what to do...but I need to get out of here." She started walking away.

"We'll talk to her Chad," Ethan and Gwen said.

"Alright, everybody listen up." Sam boomed over the crowd. "This has been a crazy night...I think everyone just needs to go home and rest...we can figure things out tomorrow."

Everyone reluctantly walked away, the events of the night replaying in their heads. Luis and Sheridan stayed behind. They sat on a bench outside.

"What do you think they're doing in there?" Luis asked.

Sheridan sighed and put her head on his shoulder.

"When it comes to my father, who knows? I just hope they're alright."

Back inside, Alistair waited patiently for Fox and Teresa to come back down. Minutes passed. He looked at his watch, frustrated. His cell phone rang.

"What?"

"Mr. Crane, the arrangements are taken care of."

"You've got everything set up?"

"Yes sir," the voice said. "Miss Lopez -Fitzgerald won't know what hit her."

"And the boy?"

"He's here. We told him his mommy was coming to get him."

"What?! Why would you tell him that?"

"Well why not sir? It's the truth."

"No it's not," Alistair said. "Teresa will be dead long before she makes it to where her son is."

"Well-"

"Just forget it," Alistair said. "Once she's gone, I'm going to personally kill that boy myself. I'll be in touch."

He hung up his phone and turned around. Teresa was standing in the doorway, her face red with anger.

"How long have you been there?" Alistair asked.

"Long enough," she snapped back. "I knew this was all a trick."

Alistair laughed, a frightening laugh that sent chills down her spine.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh Teresa," he said. "What is it about you? Why can I not get rid of you?"

She smiled.

"Because I'm smarter than you."

"You're lucky, that's all."

She smirked. She reached into her coat pocket, pulling out a small gun. She aimed it as his head.

"Looks like your lucks about to run out."

"Oh please...you wont shoot me."

"Don't tempt me Alistair."

"Teresa, put the gun away, you're not fooling anyone."

"Shut up Alistair!" She wiped the sweat off her forehead.

"You don't want to rot away in prison all your life."

She laughed. "Do you honestly think I would get in trouble for this? Hell Alistair, I'd be named a town hero if I killed you. No one would charge me."

He clenched his fists together. He knew she was right. "If you kill me, you will never find your son," he said through gritted teeth.

She sighed. "You got me there Alistair...and that's exactly why I'm not going to kill you tonight."

"Then what's the gun for?"

Just then, Fox walked in, carrying rope.

"Isn't it obvious?" Teresa asked smiling at Fox. "We're kidnapping you."

"WHAT?" Alistair yelled. "Have you two lost your minds? You can't kidnap me."

"Oh, but we can Grandfather," Fox said. "You see, we decided that we've had enough of you being in charge...so now, we are!" He looked over at Teresa. "Good plan babe."

She smiled. "Thank you Fox. I knew you would like it."

"This is outrageous!" Alistair yelled. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Alistair, look at me." Teresa said sternly. He did.

"I have a gun pointed at your head. I will kill you. You are going with us, and you are going to take me to my son...if you don't, you die. It's that simple."

"I'd rather die, so you will never know where your son is, than to be under your control."

"Are you sure about that?" Fox asked. "Because I have a feeling that once you're gone, your entire empire will collapse. Finding little Ethan wont be a problem. Your men will easily give him up."

"Then why not just kill me and get it over with?"

"Because," Teresa said, "I want you to rot. I want to see you rot in prison for the rest of your life for what you've done. Killing you would be fun, believe me...but it's too easy."

Fox walked up to him. "Put your arms behind your back," he said.

Alistair didn't move. "I've worked to hard to have my entire empire collapse now," he said.

"Then just do what we say." He sighed angrily, and put his arms back. "You're going to pay for this," he said to Teresa who was still pointing the gun.

She laughed.

"Wanna bet?"