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A/N: 58 reviews!! Yay!! Go reviewers!! Thanks a ton to everyone who has contributed a review to this story; I read every single one (I know, I need a life…) ;-) KrystalBlaze-Jerikor: Glad to hear you like Breaking Benjamin. Have you heard the old album (Saturate) or the new one (We Are Not Alone)? All right, now I'll stop trying to carry on a conversation in the Author's Note and get on with the story.
1:00-2:00AM
1:00 The "orderly" quickly pushed Stephanie outside of the room and past the two dead security guards in the hallway. After making a couple of turns, he found the emergency exit that he had been looking for. He opened the door slowly, careful to not make a sound, and brought her out to the parking lot. The night air had turned cool since he had been out in it. He pushed the chair down the sidewalk and over to his car. With a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure that no one was paying attention to him, he picked Stephanie up out of the chair and loaded her into the passenger seat of his car. He folded the wheelchair and tossed it into his trunk. He then quickly made his way around to the driver's side of the car and climbed in. Within a few seconds, he was gone and no one had even noticed a thing was wrong.
1:09 Ric turned the headlights off as he drove into the parking garage for the city's port. The place was very well illuminated as well as very well deserted. There was only one other car in the entire garage. He turned the vehicle off and sat back.
"Now what?" Rebecca asked.
"We wait." Flair answered.
"For what?" she asked again.
"For whom, actually." Ric corrected her. "We're waiting from the signal from the guy the boss man appointed for his other job. That faggot better keep his word." Ric muttered the last part. Randy turned to look at Shawn, who was glaring holes through him.
"What's up with all of this hostility, Shawn?" Randy asked. "We're just going to go on a little boat trip. Nothing wrong with a little sailing." He finished. Shawn snorted.
"What? You don't believe me?" Randy asked, smiling.
"No, I don't believe you. I don't trust you either. How in the hell can you even look at yourself after what you've done to Chris? Then again, that's probably not the first person you've killed today is it?" Shawn thought. He turned his gaze to Rebecca. "Speaking of murderers, how can you live with yourself? You killed your own son for God's sake!! Your own fucking son!! If that doesn't say 'damned soul' then I don't know what would." He thought. His eyes began to tear up when he thought about his son and how he would never be able to hold him again. How he would never be able to play catch with him or work on cars and shoot the shit again with Chris. "I refuse to cry in front of these bastards. I won't let them get that satisfaction. There will be a time to mourn, and until then, they won't see any emotion from me about Cameron or Chris for that matter." He thought, but realized that he had betrayed his own thoughts as one single tear ran down his cheek. He turned away from them all and looked out a window.1:17 Chris was still staring out the window, in his state of shock and surprise over the new "development" in the accident that had cursed his life. Not much conversation had passed since then, everyone seemed to be turning the fact over and over in their minds.
"I didn't even know that Hunter had a sister." Matt commented. Benoit and Regal nodded. Chris made no movement, although he was thinking the same thing. The accident had begun to replay itself over and over in his head. Just when he thought that he had been getting over it, here it was again, back to bite him in the ass. It seemed like no matter what he did, he was always paying for that accident, even though it wasn't his fault. It was exactly what he called it-an accident. Yet no one who wanted revenge could seem to understand that.
Its like accidents don't happen in the real world.
Chris supposed that the remaining members of Evolution were getting revenge for Hunter's death. Or, there was even the possibility that Hunter himself was ultimately behind the thing. Chris shook his head slightly. He wouldn't eliminate the thought completely, but it was rather illogical to think such a thing.
Or was it?
"Chris?" Benoit asked. Chris shook himself from his thoughts.
"Yeah, what? Sorry, I was just thinking." He said.
"We were just talking some strategy, and wanted your opinion on it, but you didn't hear a thing we said, did you?" Chris smirked a little.
"Not a word." He said. Benoit sighed and they all began to re-talk through the small plan that they had.
1:27 There was no conversation at all in the black SUV that was still parked at the dock. Just the occasional annoyed sigh when someone looked at the clock and realized that "job boy" as Shawn began calling him in his head, hadn't called yet.
"Where the hell is that kid?" Flair asked, his voice revealing more anger than his facial reactions. Right as he finished saying it, his cell phone began to ring.
"Hello?" he asked.
"It's done." The voice on the other end said and then hung up. Flair nodded as he hung up as well. He turned to Randy. "Time to move, he got her."
"Before you even ask, Shawn, yes it is Stephanie." Randy said, not looking back at him as he climbed out of the vehicle. Rebecca followed after him as Shawn tried to struggle against Batista, which was about as smart of an idea as the inflatable dartboard. They all moved into the other SUV that was parked not far down from them, Shawn struggling all the way, but Batista was handling him like he was nothing more than a doll. However, the muffled grunts and words that Shawn was trying to yell got on Randy's nerves after a couple of minutes, and he brought an end to it.
"Enough Shawn!!" He yelled, pulling his gun out and holding it up against his forehead. "You'll meet up with Stephanie soon enough, so just calm down, or I will make you calm down." Shawn was still glaring at him, but decided to calm down. Batista shoved him into the vehicle, and climbed in behind him, slamming the door.
1:42 With the strategy planned out to the extent of their abilities, the vehicle had fallen into silence again.
"So, Chris," Regal started, trying to break the awkward silence that had formed around them. "Is the baby a boy or a girl?" Chris let a little smirk come across his features.
"It's a boy." He said.
"Got a name yet?" Benoit asked. Chris kind of chuckled in spite of himself.
"No, Stephanie was so hell bent that it was going to be a girl, she didn't even want to discuss the possibility of boy names." He said. All the other people in the vehicle chuckled a little along with this.
"Is this your first child?" Jack asked. Chris nodded.
"Yeah."
"I remember when my first, and only, child was born. Scared the hell out of me." Jack said. "You wouldn't think that some little pink bald thing would terrify you so much, but it does. It amazing how it does."
"Was it a boy or a girl?"
"A girl, Kimberly. She's 23 now, and I haven't spoken to her in about three years." Jack paused and glanced over at Chris for a second. "She ran off with a guy that I worked with." He explained.
"Sorry to hear it." Regal said, and just like that, the conversation died again. After a few more moments of uncomfortable silence, Jack's cell phone began to ring.
1:51 "Bauer." Jack said as he answered it.
"Uh, Chief, this is Tom Wilson from the hospital, and we've got a bit of a problem."
"What's up?"
"Um, well, we've just discovered two of your officers dead in the hallway and Ms. Irvine is missing." Tom said. Jack closed his eyes in aggravation for a moment. He sighed.
"What about the kid, is the kid okay?" he asked. Chris looked over at him at the mention of "kid".
"The baby is fine. We've added another layer of security around him."
"All right." Jack said, and hung up. He stuffed the phone back in his shirt pocket.
"What's going on?" Chris asked. For a moment, Jack debated telling the man that his wife had been kidnapped, but then remembered how he felt when his family was kidnapped and he hadn't been told about it until they were safe again. He knew that everything that was going down in these 24 hours was going to change Chris Irvine, for better or worse, just as sure as anything else would change him.
Jack just didn't know how much more this man could take before he reached his breaking point. He sighed.
1:57 "Chris," he began, and saw the look on Chris' face go from semi-worried to worried and bracing himself out of the corner of his eye. "Chris, that was a guy from the hospital." He said, keeping his eyes on the road so that he didn't have to stare into this man's broken face. "It was about Stephanie. She's………well………she's gone missing." Jack finished. Chris stared at Jack for a few moments before looking out the other window. He fought back both the urge to reach over and strangle this man, and burst out into tears. He hated feeling helpless, and that was exactly how he felt at the moment-helpless. His wife had been kidnapped again and he was powerless to stop it.
Again.
"What about-"
1:59 "Your son is fine." Jack answered. William, Benoit, and Matt were studying Chris' face. He closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands. He stayed like that for a few moments before raising his head and clenching his hands into fists. His lips were drawn in a tight line, and his facial features seemed……darker somehow. He turned to Jack.
2:00 "Let's get these fuckers." He said through gritted teeth.
