COHEN'S HOUSE

"Trey? … TREY!" Ryan shouted in to the phone, but there was nothing, the call had been cut off.

He pressed the redial button and listened for it to ring, but it didn't. This time it just went straight to voicemail.

Ryan ended the call, and again redialed… voicemail.

Redial… voicemail.

Redial… voicemail.

He was becoming anxious now.

Ryan's shouting out Trey's name was heard by the group in the adjacent room, who quickly came through.

"Ryan? Everything okay?" Kirsten said with concern.

He didn't respond, he just kept pressing that redial button.

Kirsten looked at Sandy, Sandy looked at Kirsten. Marissa looked at Summer, Summer looked at Seth. Seth looked at Marissa and Summer, and then at his parents, and then just shrugged.

"Kid…" Sandy eventually walked up to Ryan and put his hand on his shoulder.

"It was Trey… I could hear him…" Ryan was deeply concerned, and it could be heard in his voice. Ryan turned around and looked at the others, who were looking concerned and confused.

"I… I think he's been kidnapped." Ryan eventually got out.

He proceeded to tell everyone what had happened.

Sandy took charge. "We need to call the FBI…"

"NO!" Ryan said fervently. "What if…"

"Kid… if Trey is in trouble, there is nothing you or I or any one of us here can do. At least the FBI may be able to track the call…" Sandy offered support. "Seth…"

"Already on it…" Seth said, as he flipped out his phone.

It was half an hour later and the FBI were there asking questions that Ryan really didn't know the answers too. It was almost as though Trey was living an entirely different life that Ryan knew nothing about, and he felt betrayed.

It was late before they eventually left.

"I'm not sure if the call is traceable, because I think the call actually needs to be active for us to trace it, but I'll find out from the technicians and let you know." The one FBI agent remarked.

They left, and the group flopped down on the couches in the lounge. Ryan was less intense than he was earlier, but he was clearly still upset. He and Trey didn't always get along in their earlier years, but as time went by they had matured and become quite a lot closer, especially with working in the business together.

"I think you guys should stay here tonight…" Sandy offered.

It was late, 1:15am to be precise, and no one really wanted to still drive home, so they were grateful for his offer.

"Ryan, the pool house is still yours for the taking. Marissa and Summer I hope you don't mind sharing the spare room, and Seth can take his room."

The group dispersed and headed off to their respective rooms.

COURTHOUSE HOLDING CELL

Zach was lying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. It was the very first time he had been in lockup, and was rather nervous. Even though he was put in his own cell, it didn't supply much support. It was a cold night, the moon was hidden behind some clouds that had gathered, and were beginning to look very threatening. The covers were thin, which didn't supply Zach with much support in the warmth department.

Suddenly there was a rattling on the bars. "Stephens!" The guard called his name. "You have a visitor."

Zach sat up, and looked at the bars to see Abby looking back at him.

"Hey." Zach greeted.

"Hey. Heard you were alone tonight." Abby said with a smile.

Zach just smiled back.

COHEN'S HOUSE

It was now 3:45am, and Summer was lying awake in her bed in the spare room. She was not able to fall asleep. Thoughts of Zach being in lockup, Trey possibly being kidnapped, and what this would do to Ryan and the business was haunting her. Her thought patterns were even being plagued by Seth, which was happening more and more lately for some reason, and she was beginning to feel guilty about it. She was engaged, and here she was thinking about her ex while her fiancé was in jail.

She decided that sleep was something that was not going to happen to her tonight. She threw the covers off, and silently stepped over a sleeping Marissa on the floor. The room was dark, so she couldn't see well and accidentally bumped Marissa who just grumbled and turned over.

"Oops, sorry Coop." Summer whispered.

She made her way downstairs and in to the kitchen.

"I wonder what old people keep in their fridge for a late night snack." She thought as she entered the kitchen. However, she wasn't to find out by herself. Ryan was there, and was pouring himself a cup of coffee. As Summer entered, he turned around.

"Hey..." Summer said quietly, as to not wake anybody up. Ryan looked at the coffee and back at her, as if asking her if she wanted some without saying anything, Summer nodded her head.

Watching Ryan walk over to her, Summer fidgeted with her hands, waiting for that cup of instant energy to be transferred over to her.

"Couldn't sleep?" Ryan asked, motioning for them to go outside, leaving the house in its peacefulness. They both sat down on lawn chairs by the pool as crickets chirped and clouds covered the sky, with a few stars peeking out between them.

"Yeah, it's just… everything is, like, so messed up again. With my fiancé being in jail, your brother could be kidnapped, and your company is pretty much in the gutter..." Sighing, Summer looked at Ryan, who was staring out at the sky.

"Sometimes things have a way of evening out." Ryan replied, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, calmly pulling one out. He saw a flash of something and looked at Summer, who had her hand out, wanting one. Ryan proceeded to light the cigarette with his lighter, using only one hand, which was a trick he picked up back in Chino.

They both took a drag of there cigarettes. Inhaling, and then letting the smoke out, slightly coughing. Then laughing at how weak there lungs are.

"I haven't smoked since I first came here, I forgot how much of a stress reliever this can be."

"Coop and I used to smoke back in the 8th grade. We thought we were so cool. She'd steal them from her mom's purse. I think they called them Newport's… which was kind of funny back then."

There was a moment of silence between the two.

"Summer, what exactly do you see in Zach?" Ryan questioned, hoping not to have stepped beyond any boundaries.

Summer then hesitated, looking Ryan in the eyes, "What do you mean what do I see in him? He's nice... and he treats me like royalty."

"That's the thing Summer. To me, he never seemed like your type."

"My type?" Summer asked, a little agitated.

"Yeah, you're type. You go from Seth to Danny to Zach. I don't really see a common ground between them. I thought you liked people who challenged you. Trust me, Zach has been living with me and Seth, and I have usually fallen asleep after five minutes of talking to him."

Summer turned her head slightly sideways just a bit, "Did Cohen put you up to this?"

Ryan glanced at her from his side view, "No. I'm talking to you as a friend of over eight years. I don't know if you love him, but I know that look when I see it, and you aren't happy at all. Would Seth make you happy? I have no clue. Would I? Once again, I don't know. But it just seems like you're going through with this wedding because you don't want to hurt Zach."

Deciding she wanted to go no further with this topic, Summer changed it abruptly.

"So what about Trey?"

Ryan was caught off guard with the question, "Trey?...I don't know what to think anymore. I mean, if he was lying this whole time, and doing that stuff behind my back, I'll probably never forgive him. But I guess I should expect it, every family member I've had has done something stupid like this."

Summer saw the emptiness in Ryan's eyes. He was disappointed--disappointed in himself for falling for Trey's "I'm not doing anything wrong" routine, and disappointed in Trey for possibly falling back into his crime filled ways.

Rain started to slowly drop its way down onto Summer and Ryan. And as it picked up, Ryan excused himself into the pool house, and they said there goodnights, both hoping to maybe catch some sleep as they listened to the constant pattering of rain hitting the roof of the household.