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Summary: This may be out of order in whatever way, but hey, its my story, I get to decide how it goes. ;-) Sorry if it takes a while for me to get it posted, but I've been writing it in whatever time I get between classes and stuff and I'm laptop less so its all scribbled down on paper and I've actually gotta find time to type it all up. But hopefully I'll find enough time somewhere. :-) Also, I've decided to make it easier on people to let me know what they think, and give me more ideas of what to write. If you would like, I can be reached via email or Yahoo! messenger at or via AOL instant messenger as PrincessSpzMnky . Feel free to drop me a line if you'd like. :-) Happy Reading! :-)

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Well, Christmas is upon us again, and that means, winter break. FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That and my birthday is just days away. It's really lame though, there is only one thing that I want for Christmas this year. For once, there is only ONE present that I really Really REALLY want, and of course it just happens to be the one thing that I absolutely can not have! Talk about being unfair! ( Life just sucks sometimes, you know?

Anyway, here's the next chapter to my story, I hope you all really enjoy it. ) And if I don't get another chapter up within the next couple weeks, I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and all the very best for the New Year! )

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What Do You Know That I Don't???

8 Months Later . . . . .

"Hey Kim?" AnneMarie said walking into Kimberly's office where she was busy working on designs.

"Yeah?" Kimberly answered without looking up.

"What's the name of the city that Tommy is in?"

"He's down in Mazatlan, in Mexico. Why?"

"Um . . . . . Does he have his cell phone with him?"

"I'm nut sure if it works down there. He said he would call though. Do you need him for something?"

"Uh, not really. I'm going to go try calling him."

"Ok . . . . ." Kimberly said, still not looking up from her work, just to be interrupted by the phone 5 minutes later. "Heart of Harts, Kim speaking."

"Kim, it's Jason. Tommy is still in Mazatlan, right?"

"Yeah, he's working for that Anton Mercer guy. It's some internship that is supposed to help him get his doctorate. He'll be back sometime next week. I'm supposed to be doing a show down in Puerto Villarta, so he's going to meet me there. Why, what's going on?"

"You don't happen to have the TV or radio on, do you?"

"No, I'm busy working on sketches."

"Does Tommy have his phone?"

"I don't think it works down there, but he said he would call."

"Have you heard from him today?"

"Not yet. Why do you ask?"

"No reason. Let me give you a call back in a few minutes. I'm going to try Tommy."

"Jason, wait." Kimberly said quickly, before he could hang up.

"What's up? Do you need something?"

"Jason, tell me what's going on."

"What do you mean?"

"5 minutes before you called, AnneMarie was in here asking all the same questions, and she seemed really nervous. And now you're doing the same thing, so you had better spill the beans."

"Kim, you know I love you, and I tell you everything."

"Except things you're hiding, like you are right now."

"Kim, come on . . . You know me better than that."

"Jason Lee Scott, if you don't tell me what's going on right now, I swear, I will have Tommy beat you down as soon as he gets back!"

"Kim . . ." Jason said with a sigh.

"Jason, you had better tell me what you know!"

"Ok . . . . . Kim . . . . There was an explosion in some lab in Mazatlan this morning. It's some paleontology lab . . . . ." Jason's voice trailed off as he watched what was happening on the TV in front of him.

"Oh my gosh!" Kimberly gasped, not believing what she was hearing.

" . . . . . Kim, I . . . . ."

" . . . . . It was Anton Mercer's lab, wasn't it? . . . . ." Kimberly asked, her voice barely above that of a whisper.

" . . . . Kim, I'm coming over . . . ." Jason said, then hung up. Kimberly sat there in complete shock for a moment, before quickly dialing Tommy's number.

"Hi, this is Tommy. I'm out of the country right now, but if you leave a message, I will give you a call back when I get a minute. If it's an emergency, please call my wife at (815)555-2310." Tommy's voicemail beeped for Kimberly to leave a message.

"Tommy, it's Kim . . . . Honey, please call me . . . . Jason just told me about the explosion . . . . . Please Tommy . . . . . I need to know that you're ok . . . . . I love you . . . . . Call me as soon as you can . . . . . I miss you, and I'm really worried . . . . Please hurry and call." Kimberly hung up the phone, then hurried into the livingroom where AnneMarie sat watching the news.

"Tommy is there, isn't he? . . . . ." AnneMarie asked in a soft voice, without taking her eyes off the TV.

" . . . . . I don't know . . . . ." Kimberly answered as she sat down on the arm of the couch.

"He didn't answer when I called."

"He didn't answer for me either . . . . . His pone might not work down there though."

"What do we do?"

"I don't think there is very much that we can do . . ."

"All we can do, is wait." Jason said, entering the room. "You guys couldn't get a hold of him either?"

" . . . . . No . . . . ." AnneMarie answered softly.

"Kim, why don't you call the phone company and see if your phones even work down there." Jason told her. "They won't talk to me because I'm not on your calling plan."

They should work everywhere, I have world wide service on mine."

"Why don't you go call, just to be sure." Kimberly got up and headed to her office to get her phone, then headed back to the livingroom as she dialed and went through the voicemail options.

"Hi, my name is Kimberly Oliver, I need to know if my pones work in Mazatlan, Mexico . . . . . No, they're in my husband's name . . . . . Thomas Oliver . . . . . He's not here, he's in Mazatlan right now, and I can't reach him on the phone, which is why I'm calling . . . . . Yes . . . . . 5624 . . . . . 62251 Swingshore Lane . . . . . Yes . . . . . Yes . . . . . . Yes . . . . . Ok . . . . . . . . . Yes, thank you . . . . . . . . . . Ok, have a nice day." Kimberly said as she hung up.

"So? . . . . ." Jason prodded.

"It works as long as Tommy is within the range of a cell tower."

"That's good to know." Jason told her. "Do we have a hotel number?"

"No. Tommy was supposed to call and give it to me, but never did."

"Isn't that Hayley person with him?" AnneMarie asked as the phone rang.

"I have no idea." Kimberly told her, as she reached for the phone. "Tommy?"

"No, I'm sorry, it's Hayley . . . I take it you haven't heard from Tommy either . . ."

"All we know, is that he's in Mazatlan somewhere.""

"Yeah, I saw him this morning before he left breakfast at the hotel . . But then the explosion happened, and I haven't heard anything from anybody . . . . . I was sort of hoping that you had . . . ."

"You're in Mazatlan?"

"I'm a few blocks from the lab."

"The news is saying they don't know if anybody was inside."

"There should have been at least 10 students with Professor Mercer . . . I'll go find out what I can, and let you know."

"Thanks Hayley. If you find Tommy . . ."

"I'll have him call you, I promise."

"Tell him I love him."

"I will."

"Thanks Hayley."

"Try to relax. We'll find him." she said, then hung up.

"Tommy isn't with her?" Jason asked.

"I wish he was . . ."

"It's going to be alright Kim. They'll find him." Jason said, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Where's Mariah?"

"She's upstairs taking a nap."

"AnneMarie, don't you have dance practice today?"

"I'm going to skip it. Tommy in more important."

"Tommy would want you to go to dance." Kimberly said softly. "You should go."

"Kimberly is right. There is nothing any of us can do, except sit back and wait. Dance practice will help the time go by a little faster, and get your mind off your brother for a while."

"I don't want to leave Kimberly alone . . ."

"I'll stay with her." Jason told her. "You really should go."

"Ok . . . . ." AnneMarie agreed with a sigh. "Call me as soon as you hear anything."

"We will." Kimberly said giving AnneMarie a hug before she left.

"Kim, she's gone now, you don't have to fake it anymore." Jason said softly as Kimberly slowly moved toward the couch.

" . . . . . . . . . I can't even think straight . . . . . . . ."

"So don't think."

" . . . . . This . . . . . . . . . This just . . . . . . . It doesn't seem real . . . . . . . ."

"I know . . . . . But unfortunately it is . . . . ."

". . . . . You don't think . . . . . . . . . . . ." Kimberly's voice trailed off as she sunk into the couch, grabbing a pillow and hugging it tightly to her chest.

"Kim, don't even think that. Tommy is a fighter, and you know it."

"But Jase . . . . "

" . . . . . Wait a minute . . . . . Kim . . . . . You and Tommy still carry around your old communicators, don't you?"

" . . . . . No, Billy gave us new ones a few years ago . . . . . . . . . . ." Kimberly's voice trailed off as realization hit her. "Oh my gosh, Jason!" she said, dashing out of the room, and up the stairs.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .