A/N: I don't own 7th heaven but I do own the characters that you don't recognize, but I do happen to own George Stults World so don't sue me if you want money because that's something I don't have!

A/N: I love reviews…heck I love reviews more than I love George Stults (well ok that's a lie)

A/N: Thanks to my lovely co-author Betsy (star2717-she happens to write an awesome Harry Potter Fan Fic) and to my beta Sara (Shouhei- who happens to be writing two awesome GG Fan Fics especially a Troy and an awesome 7th Heaven Story as well)

Kevin sat at his desk filling out paper work as fast as he could. He was desperately trying to get done as early as possible since Lucy was making dinner.

This was the first night alone they'd had in... he couldn't even remember the last night out they had alone. He groaned as the stack of papers seemed to be growing instead of decreasing. Finally, a thought struck him and he looked over at Roxanne.

"Hey, um... do you think you could finish this by any chance?" he asked her sweetly.

She smirked at him, "Why should I?"

"Because I got you a date with Dylan!" he said with his own satisfied grin.

She sighed and waved him away, "Fine, but we're even now. I'll finish everything up."

He expressed his gratitude to his partner and then hurried to his car. If he didn't hit any lights, he'd only be half an hour late. He couldn't wait to see Lucy and surprise her by coming home early.

Lucy seemed excited about cooking him a romantic meal, even though he had tried to coax her into going out to eat. She had insisted, and now that sounded like a good idea since the rain was pouring down.

He didn't know how the weather had gotten so bad, suddenly, and he slowed down a little just to be on the safe side.

Lucy was digging out in the small bathroom looking for another towel for the poor guy.

He had just come inside from the pouring rain and was still soaked. He used the one towel that she had given him and it was practically dripping so she had to go and find another one for him.

What she didn't know was that while she was busy looking for another towel he was walking around her house scooping out the place.

Lucy found the man standing in her kitchen, staring at the photographs on her refrigerator with an odd, dazed expression on his face.

It made Lucy feel slightly uncomfortable, but she pushed those feelings aside. Who was she to judge a stranger who came to her in need?

"Hi," she said, smiling and handing him a towel.

"I'm Lucy. Who are you?"

Brad turned to her, and ran his eyes slowly up and down her body. "I'm Brad," he replied, trying with all his might to turn on the charm.

"And I can't thank you enough for letting me in. My car seems to have died from all this rain, and what with my bad leg --" Brad winced a little bit for effect.

"Well, let's just say that it's a good thing there are still some kind strangers left in the world."

Lucy smiled at him. "Well, I have a phone you can use if you need to call for a tow. Sit down, I'll make you a cup of hot tea."

Lucy turned around and began to rummage through the cupboard. "Could I offer you something to eat? I'm afraid we don't have much "adult" food around, but if you want some applesauce or some fruit snacks, we have plenty -- oh!"

Lucy had turned around, teabags in hand, and was shocked to find Brad almost immediately behind her.

"Uh... the table's over there, if you just wanted to sit..." Lucy ducked around him, feeling more and more uncomfortable.

A thought crossed her mind…maybe she should just give him the phone and hope the tow truck would arrive quickly. Brad walked over to the table, but remained standing.

"I don't really think a tow truck would come in this rain." Brad was slowly stroking his hand over the back of one of the high chairs, and Lucy could feel the goose pimples rising all over her body.

Brad turned to look at her, and locked Lucy's eyes with his own. "Although maybe your husband has some sort of emergency privilege -- do cops get first dibs on tow trucks?"

Lucy's stomach felt like it had dropped through the floor. "How did you know Kevin was..." she trailed off, realizing it didn't matter.

She needed to get out of the house. NOW. She bolted towards the kitchen door, the teakettle still in her hands.

Brad moved around the table before she could get there however, and shoved her hard enough to send her flying. Lucy hit the ground with a crack that made her head spin.

Looking up, she could see Brad advancing on her. As he reached down towards her neck, she reacted on pure instinct.

She swung the kettle as hard as she could, taking sick pleasure from the way it connected with his forehead. Cursing, Brad stumbled aside. Lucy scrambled to her feet and tried to flee.

The fall, however, had left her disoriented, and she could barely walk, let alone run. She had barely made it halfway across the kitchen when she felt Brad grab her from behind.

Lucy began to scream, and at that precise moment, a thunder crack exploded outside, and the house plunged into darkness.

Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel he was getting anxious. It had been almost an hour since he had left the police station and now here he was sitting behind tons of cars waiting for the train to get off the tracks.

He looked at the clock it was already 6:30. Sighing he reached for his cell phone and decided to call Lucy and to let her know that he was on his way but didn't know what time he'd be there.

Hitting the speed dial button he waited for the phone to start ringing but all he heard was "I'm sorry the number you are trying to reach is not available please try your call again later"

"Damn" he muttered under his breath and his shut his phone closed. Running his fingers through his hair he got an idea.

Picking up his cell phone he dialed the Camden's home number and waited for someone to pick the phone up.

After the third ring someone finally answered the phone "Hello?"

"Simon? It's Kevin look is Eric or Annie there?"

"Nope sorry they took Abby, Luke, Sam and David to some kiddy movie an hour ago…didn't your wife tell you?" Simon joked.

"I haven't talked to Lucy since 3 this afternoon" Kevin replied shifting his weight in his seat.

"Oh well I talked to her an hour ago and told her the same thing" Simon replied.

"Hmmm I just tried to call a few minutes ago but the phone wasn't working…must be this weather" he replied peering through his windshield at the darkened sky.

"Maybe, but I got another call coming so I'll have to talk to you later" Simon told him.

"All right and if Lucy calls again have her call my cell phone"

"All right" Simon replied clicking over without saying goodbye because like Lucy it was a Camden tradition.

Kevin flipped his phone off and then flipped it on again and hit the speed dial button to his house.

"I'm sorry the number you are trying to reach is not available please try your call again later"

"Damn it!" Kevin swore again throwing his closed phone on the passenger side seat.

He started to get anxious…it was starting to bother him that he wasn't able to get through to Lucy. Somewhere deep inside something was stirring and he weren't sure if it was fear or if it was something else.

Shocked by the darkness, Brad released Lucy and she stumbled forward, her head banging roughly against the edge of the cabinet as she fell. The lights flickered back on, but Lucy remained motionless on the ground.

Brad was beginning to get frantic. He had just been planning to snatch the cross and run -- why had the stupid girl decided to fight him? He bent down and felt her pulse. At least she was still alive.

Snatching the cross from around her neck and stuffing it into his pocket, Brad tried to fight the feelings of panic. How was he going to make all this look like an accident?

Suddenly, something caught the corner of his eye.

Striding over to the oven, he saw thick black smoke pouring out of the door. Coughing, he opened the oven door, and began to fan the smoke, looking for something to put it out with.

Brad paused. Maybe this was a sign. A lucky break.

Inspired, Brad grabbed the newspaper which had been sitting on the counter and tossed it into the oven. Flames began to lick at the edges of the newspaper, blackening the print.

Just to make sure it worked, Brad grabbed a cigarette from the pack in his pocket. Lighting it, he allowed himself one long inhale before tossing it into the oven.

Brad watched the flames begin to spread out of the oven on to the countertop. He gave a final squeeze to the cross in his pocket before turning to exit the kitchen.

Pausing by Lucy's unconscious figure, he poked her with the toe of his shoe. With a shrug, he headed toward the sliding glass door to exit the house. "Sorry lady."

Kate Clarkson was humming along to the radio, peeling carrots for the salad she was planning on serving with the pizza warming in the oven.

"Rose, turn off the TV and wash your hands! Dinner will be ready soon!"

"Ok Mom!" she heard her 13 year old daughter reply.

Picking up the salad bowl, Kate glanced out her kitchen window. She frowned as an unfamiliar man exited from her neighbor's house.

Maybe it was one of Lucy Kinkirk's siblings? Although she was quite friendly with her neighbors, she could never keep track of all the visitors to the Kinkirk residence.

Kate turned around, and suddenly spun back towards the window in an abrupt double take.

Thick, black smoke was pouring out of the side of her neighbor's house. Nearly dropping the salad bowl, Kate dashed over to the phone.

The voice quickly came over the end of the line. "911, what is your emergency?"

Ben Kinkirk frowned, deep in concentration. Biting his lip, he made a decision. Delicately, he placed a nine of diamonds down on the table.

"Dammit Kinkirk!"

Ben smiled as Jon Aiken, the firefighter next to him, gave him a sour look before placing a jack of diamonds down and then collecting the small pile of cards in front of him.

Chase Lux and Andrew Elliott, the other firemen at the table, burst into laughter.

"Aw, did you get the queen of spades again, Jonny boy?" mocked Chase.

Ben and Andrew laughed, while Jon just glared. "Last time I ever play Hearts with you three."

Andrew shook his head. "Don't blame us. It's the Hearts wunderkind from Buffalo over here who's putting us all to shame."

"Why do you think I came out here to train?" said Ben, innocently raising his eyebrows.

"I heard that Glen Oak firefighters can't play cards to save their lives."

Chase took a mock swing at him, which Ben easily ducked, chuckling. In actuality, he had come to Glen Oak on the recommendation of his captain back in Buffalo.

They had been participating in forest fire fighting exercises all the previous weekend, an experience Ben could never have in Buffalo.

Ben had avoided telling his brother Kevin that he was going to be in Glen Oak, but now, Ben was thinking he might call Kevin. He was flying back to Buffalo in a few days, and it would be nice to see Kevin and Lucy and his niece and nephew.

His train of thought was interrupted, however, by a siren wailing through the firehouse.

"That's our cue," said Andrew, as all four men jumped to their feet and rushed off to do what they did best.

Ben took a deep breath, and pulled his mask on under his helmet. As the truck slowed in front of the flaming house, he and the other members of the Glen Oak Fire Company jumped out.

He surveyed the scene in front of him. Structurally, the house was still together, but it didn't look like that was going to last for very long. Black smoke poured out of the house, and he could see a dull orange glow through the windows that signaled the flames inside.

Thunder and lightning still crackled overhead, but unluckily for them, the rain had let up. Four firefighters began to unload the large hose off of the truck and hook it up to the fire hydrant.

"Kinkirk! You're with me, front door! We're heading in!" Ben jogged over to the side of the Glen Oak fire captain, Phil Seich.

He stood back as Phil broke down the door with an axe, and then entered the smoke filled house behind him.

"Neighbor says there might be two adults and two children in here," yelled Phil, moving towards the living room.

Ben raised his hand to show he had heard Phil, and then moved around a cluster of flames towards the smoke that was spewing out of the kitchen.

Ben was an excellent firefighter, and therefore it didn't take him long to spot the small female form crumpled on the kitchen floor.

Scooping her up, Ben hurried out of the house. He could hear the beams of the house creaking under the intense heat; he knew it wouldn't be too long before the whole structure gave way.

Exiting the front door, he found Andrew standing on the front lawn. Andrew grabbed Ben's shoulder.

"You're the last one out, Kinkirk. They searched the rest of the house, no one else is there."

Ben nodded, struggling to speak through the heavy mask.

"I'm taking her to the ambulance." Andrew nodded, and Ben hurried over to the waiting EMS crew.

Setting the woman down on the stretcher, Ben nearly yelled out in shock when he saw her face. Covered in soot, with several minor burns, was none other than his sister-in-law, Lucy Kinkirk.

Kevin had managed to put aside his concerns about Lucy for the final few minutes of his drive home.

The rain had lifted, and Kevin had found a good radio station. Humming along to "Born In the USA,"

Kevin was completely unprepared for the sight that greeted him as he turned onto his street. At first, he thought that he was seeing things.

But as he pulled up in front of his house -- or the charred shell of what had been his house -- he saw several fire trucks and EMS vehicles parked on the street.

Kevin jumped out of his car, barely remembering to turn off the engine.

"LUCY!" Kevin began sprinting towards the house, with only one thing in mind.

He had to save his wife.

"LUCY!"

"Sir, you need to stay out of the way!" A firefighter was trying to hold him back, but Kevin shoved him roughly out of the way.

"My wife is in that house!" Kevin only managed to get two steps closer before he felt someone grab his arm and yank him back.

Spinning around, Kevin got the second shock of the evening as he came face to face with his brother.

"She's on her way to the hospital. Come on, we can hop in the other ambulance, we'll only be about five minutes behind her."

Kevin walked dumbfoundedly behind his brother, still in shock. He didn't even know where to begin his questions.