A/N: Rayn, girl I'm glad you liked it, I knew you would. I luv you too, I need your # again, but I'll IM you sometime or another, as for everybody else, glad ya lovin' my story, there is definitely going to be a sequel to this.

"It's a boy!" Jeff squealed to Shane.

"Congrats dude," Shane said softly. It's been 24 hours and no one has seen neither hide nor hair of Ray, so it was a little difficult for him to be enthused about anything, including his best friend's new baby. "How's Kace?"

"She's better now that's she has stopped screaming at me."

Shane smiled weakly, "They always do that."

"Yeah, that's what Matt said."

"What's his name?"

"Ian."

"Ian what?

"Layne."

"Ian Layne Hardy, well that has a nice ring to it."

"He was 7 lbs. and 12 oz. 27 inches long."

"Well no doubt he's going to be tall."

"Yeah, that's what daddy said. How's Ray?"

"No sign of her." Shane exhaled wearily, it had been 24 hours and the whole locker room was worried.

"Dammit." Jeff said. "Well I'll get back as soon as I can. I promise."

"Take your time buddy, we'll call you if she turns up."

"Do that."

"Congratulations again, and kiss Kacey for me."

"I will, thanks."

Her head was spinning in so many directions she couldn't think straight. She didn't remember how she got where she is, who brought her here. The last thing she can remember clearly is she and her dad getting into a fight.

"Can I at least know your name?" Ray asked, knowing that the first rule of survival is to try to get to know and understand your captor.

"You're sweating," the voice informed her, "you okay?"

"I'm hot, I'm blindfolded, and I'm tied to a bed. If you were in my predicament, would you be okay?"

The voice laughed, "You're a feisty little thing, aren't you?"

"So I'm told. What's it's to you?"

"I like that in a woman, you're turning me on." The voice said.

Oh God, Ray thought, is this perv going to try something else? She shivered; she'd been so cold. One minute she was hot, the next she was freezing, what was going on with her?

"You can just call me daddy." The voice chuckled.

"Daddy's a name you haven't earned yet." Ray said smiling. Show him that even though he does truly have power over you, you're not backing down.

"How do I earn it?" the voice asked snaking his hand up her T-shirt.

"I don't have a daddy, so you don't get it from me, that's for sure, so whatever idea is floating in your mind, get it out of there quick, daddy," she said sarcastically. "Now since I do not plan on calling you that, what am I going to call you?"

The voice just laughed again; "Well daddy'll have to do for now."

"Or not. Let's not and pretend we did." She said twisting her body to get from under his grasp.

"If we are going to get through this, we have to compromise," he chuckled.

"Well let's compromise. You get your hand out from under my shirt and you keep your hand, sound good?"

"Oh what's wrong, someone has a boyfriend don't they?"

"Yes I do," Ray said thinking of Shane, not of John.

"Want to tell me about it?"

"No, but for the sake of compromise, you can say we did that too."

He looked down at Ray and shook his head, Randy and John were right, she was quite a character, and she had one hell of a body. John's orders were that he was not to touch her, Randy said he didn't care one way or the other.

"No really, tell me about the boyfriend. We don't have anything else better to do until I have to go make my phone call."

"Phone call for what?" Then it dawned on her, not only had she been kidnapped, she was being held for ransom.

"Now don't you worry you're pretty little head about that. Just know that if everything goes according to plan, you'll be out of here before you could blink an eye."

Ray didn't know if she could blink an eye, her eyes were swelling, she was hot again, sweating, but also shivering from an unknown chill.

A hand touched her head; "Do you have a fever princess?"

"How the hell would I know, I can't touch myself remember?"

"Smart ass." The voice muttered, "Well you certainly feel warm. Maybe I can cool you off." The hand went under her shirt again.

Ray's head was splitting in two; all she wanted to do was sleep. "I'm tired, please."

The hand moved and Ray fell asleep, she just hoped that whatever this plan was, it went on schedule, otherwise, she was in deep trouble.

"That's right, Ravyn Sari Jacobs. She's about 5'11", 150 pounds at best. She has grey eyes, waist long jet black hair, 9 times out of 10 it will be pulled back in a braid. She has honey golden skin and she's curvy." Mark told the police.

"Any identifying marks?"

Mark looked at him and couldn't speak for a while. They usually asked that sort of thing when they were going to bring the person back in a body bag. The thought sickened him.

"She has a tattoo of a raven on her lower back, it's black and her name is tattooed underneath it. She also has a tattoo of vampire teeth on her neck, close to her collar bone." Shane spoke up.

"Do you have a picture of her?"

John pulled the one of he and her out of his pocket, "Here's the most recent one I have."

"Is this how she looks now?" The officer asked Mark.

"Yeah, that's her." Mark said hoarsely, not even his girlfriend, Sara had been able to help him through this one, he was a wreck.

"Where does she normally hang out?"

"I would try anywhere like tattoo parlors, motorcycle shops, car lots, places like that." Shawn said, seeing that Mark couldn't answer. He wasn't in any better shape, none of them were, but they just wanted their Ray back, and in one piece.

"Any reason to think she may have been kidnapped?" the officer asked.

Mark's eyes grew wide, "Kidnapped?"

"It's not out of the ordinary, her last name, Jacobs, I know I'm reaching here, but would she be any relation to Raymond Jacobs?"

"The murderer?" his partner asked.

"She is his daughter, he recently made parole," Mark shook his head.

"Has he tried to contact her?"

"He found her, attacked and raped her," Mark said, "But of course she is the only one that knows that for sure."

"That reminds me, she has a scar on her back," Shane said, "A really big one."

"Oh my God, he could be the one that is behind this, any reason he might want her now?"

"Perhaps to finish the job he started when she was an infant?" his partner asked; he knew the case well.

"Perhaps," Shane said quietly, "Or maybe he knows about her inheritance."

"Inheritance?" the leading officer asked.

"Ray inherited 3.5 million dollars when her brother and father died."

"I see." The officers nodded at one another.

"Well does she have a boyfriend?" the partner asked.

Shane and John exchanged looks; both knew what the other was thinking.

"I'm her boyfriend," John spoke up.

"And how long would you say you and Miss Jacobs have been dating?"

"About 4 months now."

"I see, and did you know about her inheritance?"

"Nope, this is the first I've heard of it actually."

He's lying, Shane thought, he knows about her money.

"I see." The officer said, "We'll be in touch."

"Where do you think she could be?" Shane asked.

Mark looked at him, he was trying so hard to keep it together, but any fool could see that it was killing him. And John walking around here with Jayda and little John and continuing to call himself Ray's boyfriend wasn't helping, he could see that too.

"I don't know son. Let's just pray she's safe."

Shane nodded; he was praying everyday that she was okay. Just then Randy walked in the room.

"Any luck?" he asked. Everyone regarded him in silence which he took as a no, "Damn," he said, "I can't believe Xena would just up and disappear like that."

"She didn't just leave," Shane defended her, "her car, her phone, her music, those are her life, and we still have them."

"That's what puzzles me the most," Randy said.

"Did you see her at all?"

"Actually, no I didn't," then he thought about it, "no, wait, I take that back. She came in here with all kinds of red marks on her neck, I asked her what happened and she said nothing, that she had been training or practicing, when I asked her with who she wouldn't tell. She just walked out and that was the last I saw her."

"Dammit," Mark hissed, "I just hope she's alright."

Ray's fever was raging, she could feel it. She was shivering one minute but sweating next, if someone didn't do something soon, she was going to die, she knew it. This must be because of that stuff they were giving her. Whatever the substance on that handkerchief that they put on her face ever so often must be doing this to her. It must be chloroform or something like that because it knocks her out every time.

"Are you allergic to anything?" the voice asked her.

"Nothing I know of."

"Great, you could be allergic to something and not know it."

"Who brought me here genius, I could be with my family, doing my damn job, but no, I'm here kidnapped and sick, so don't you dare pop an attitude with me like any of this is my fault."

"I know it isn't your fault, meanwhile, you need a doctor."

"The hell you say, thank you for pointing that out, because I don't think I would've never figured that out on my own."

"Look," the voice was panicking, "I'm going to call an advice nurse or something, see what's going on. Meanwhile I'm going to stick this thermometer under your tongue."

Ray really didn't care what he did, she just wanted to sleep, she was slipping in and out of consciousness and using her energy to argue with this idiot was not a good idea.

"It's 103.7," he heard the voice say. Ray felt herself being lifted off the bed, "Come on princess, we have to get you to a hospital."

Ray fell asleep again, she didn't care at this point what happened to her or where it happened, as long as she could sleep forever she would be happy.

There was a dull pain in Ray's right hand, it hurt to open her eyes, she was still cold and her fever hadn't broken yet.

"And where did you find her exactly?" she heard a woman say.

"She was on the side of the road, she was cold and soaked with sweat, I took her up to my apartment and that's when I called you guys."

"I can't thank you enough," she heard another voice say, one with a somewhat southern tint to it. "I didn't know what we would do without her."

"I'm just glad I could help."

Ray tried to put the voice pattern together but couldn't, she tried to reconstruct the sentence structure of her abductor but they didn't match and she was too weak to try any harder.

"Baby," the voice said to her, "it's daddy. Shane, Shawn and Adam are here with me, you're going to be okay."

"I am?" she said weakly, it was more of a question than it was a confirmation.

"Of course you are,"

"Guess what?" another southern voice asked her.

"What?"

"Kacey and Jeff had the baby."

"They did?"

"A little boy, 7 lbs. 12 oz, his name is Ian."

"Layne?" she asked. She remembered that she and her friend had sat down and talked for hours about a name for the new baby.

"Yep, sure is."

The doctor walked into and pulled Mark to the side, "She is going to be okay, we examined her fully and she's going to be okay, and don't worry, your grand child is going to make it too."

"My what?"

"She's pregnant,"

"How far along?"

"About five weeks."

Five weeks ago, that's right around the time...

"She didn't know?"

"If she did, she didn't say anything to any of us about it."

"Maybe it was supposed to be a surprise?"

"Well thanks for clearing it up doctor," Mark poked his head back in the door, "Shane, can I talk to you a sec?"

"Sure," Shane let go of Ray's hand, not before kissing it gently, "I'll be right back beautiful." He walked out into the hallway with the larger man, "What's up Mark?"

"When was your first sexual encounter with my daughter?"

"When we were in N.Y." Shane swallowed hard, "why, is there something wrong?"

"Not necessarily," Mark was trying not to smile, but his mouth twitched on either side, "about how long ago was that would you say?"

"About a month and a half, somewhere around there."

"That's what I thought," Mark finally smiled, "Darlin' is going to have your baby."

Shane didn't say anything for a while, tears just rolled down his cheek and he smiled wide, "Oh my God, she's pregnant?"

"Yeah, and my guess is she doesn't know because she would've told somebody,"

"Yeah I know," Shane said a dark cloud shadowing his features.

"What is it son?"

"How do we know this is my baby?" he asked, "How do we know it doesn't belong to John?"

"Because she hasn't been intimate with John like that."

"How do you know?"

"I knew you two slept together, didn't I?"

"You mean she didn't tell you?"

"Nope."

"Oh," Shane said smiling again, "I'm going to be a daddy. Any pointers?"

Mark put his arm around the younger boy, "Now when she tells you, you have to act surprised, like you didn't know anything about it," they walked back into the room with Ray.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he looked down at his daughter, "Hey fellas, can I talk to darlin' alone for a second?"

"Yeah big man, take all the time you need."

"Darlin', remember when I told you going to be okay?"

"Yeah," she said softly.

"Well your baby is going to be okay too," he said testing the water, seeing if she knew and just decided not to tell.

"My what?"

"Your baby, you mean you didn't know you were pregnant?"

"No I didn't know. Oh my God, how far along?"

"Five weeks," Mark smiled and so did Ray.

"Shane," she said.

"Yep."

"Wow, does he know?"

"Nope, but you can tell him, your uncles at the same time if you wish."

"I'd like that."