Plant Pot Stand: Thanks for that great review, and I really appreciate it. I've been trying really hard to improve, and judging by your review, I guess I did.

Emaros: I do like Jack, but I just didn't really know how to make it longer, and I really just wanted to continue with the story. But, hey, if you don't really like him, all the better for you.

AaylaSecura: Looks like you were right. That was (and will be) my fastest update, but thanks for reviewing anyway!

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NOW ON WITH THE STORY!

Chapter 12-Crash and Burn

Mark stood in front of the fridge, trying to figure out what to make for dinner, already accustomed to Jesse's eating habits. Another thing the experienced father knew was that there would be two very hungry, and not so forgiving, young men after a day of surfing if there was nothing to eat. Deciding that the near-empty fridge needed to be restocked, Mark made the smart move of picking up the phone book to try and find a good Mexican take-out place to order from. Flipping through the pages, the good doctor found a restaurant Steve and himself had frequently occupied, and knowing they hadn't been there in ages, Mark decided that this would be a nice treat for everyone. But, before he even picked up the phone, he heard his son's frantic yelling coming from the beach.

Not understanding a word of it, mostly because he was just too far, Mark figured that the best thing to do was go out to the deck. Jogging quickly over there, driven by Steve's horrified voice, he soon reached his destination.

"DAD! DAD! It's Jesse!" Steve yelled up, sweat and water dripping from his soaked body. Mark's eye's opened wide in horror, unsure of what to expect.

"What is it son?" He yelled down, waiting anxiously for a reply as Steve gasped for breath.

" I don't know." Steve's voice dropped as Mark came hurrying down the steps. " One minute he's riding the wave, and the next minute he's gone." Looking around, Mark found no sign of life beside himself and Steve.

" Tell me exactly what happened." Steve told the story as they both jogged back to the two surfboards. " Steve, why don't you call Chief Masters while I look around a little. Maybe he got knocked out and washed up somewhere on shore." Even as he said it, Mark grimaced at the picture he had created for himself, as well as other uninvited thoughts. Steve nodded, making his way yet again back to the beach house.

Mark let himself absorb everything around him, looking around for any sign of foul play; he chose to first look at Jesse's surfboard. At closer inspection, Mark found the safety cuff had been cut. Equipped with that knowledge, the keen physician checked every inch of the board, but found nothing else out of the ordinary.

Waking up was something Jesse Travis really didn't feel like doing as a severe pain took first his head before consuming the rest of him. His chest felt tight, and for a moment, Jesse wondered why he couldn't see, or move his arms for that matter. At closer inspection, the young doctor found that his hands were bound behind his back, and his feet were tied to the legs of a chair. He was also blindfolded, but was pleased to note that he wasn't gagged. Taking in a deep breath left him coughing as he realized how thirsty he was.

Trying to feel the bonds with his fingers, Jesse found with extreme disgust that no matter how hard he tried, he could only reach the bottom of the rope, and unfortunately for him, it dug further into his skin as he tried to move his hands. Grunting as he attempted to get into a more comfortable position, as well as escape the bonds, Jesse suddenly heard a soft laugh. Startled, he shot his head up to find the source of the noise, and in the process, losing the blindfold. Seeing nothing but shadows, the young doctor squinted his eyes in a fruitless attempt to see his captor. It was a pointless move as the man simply stepped forward. Jesse gasped at seeing the face of the man who he had feared for so long.

His captor stepped forward, an ugly lopsided grin plastered onto his menacing face, expelling forth an even more vicious scenery than the one already visible. The young doctor would have cried out had it not been for his vast fear of the man. The man who had, by all legal statements, disappeared only a few short months ago, had finally left Jesse in peace. But, there he stood, plain as day in front of the terrified doctor.

Albert Walker chuckled, enjoying every moment of Jesse's discomfort. He had been waiting patiently for this day to come. Following Jesse everywhere, studying him, learning everything there was to learn that he hadn't already known. He scanned every inch of his captive, making sure there was no means of escape.

Hope you all like it, and I'm really, really, really sorry it took so long and it's so short, but please review non-the-less! Thank you!