A/N: Wow, I'm just a busy little bee today getting my two stories updated within hours of each other. The wedding was beautiful and the honeymoon was great. I'm going to dedicate this chapter to Gracie and Jess--who are both mourning their boys in pinstripes loss the other night.

Everyone enjoy--Until next time--ya'll are the best--PCGirl.

"Should we wake him up?" whispered Jessica as she stood there in the kitchen with Antonio.

"I don't know. Him being asleep might be a good thing," he chuckled and took a sip of his coffee. It was after nine in the morning and John was still asleep on the couch, his arms wrapped around a pillow that they could only imagine that to a sleeping John was Natalie.

Jessica grinned as she went to get ready for being escorted to the Banner this morning, and then to either Llanfair or Asa's in the afternoon. Antonio bit his lip for a moment and got out a second coffee cup and filled it—putting in some sugar that he knew John would be asking for if he didn't. He walked over and placed the cup as close to the edge of the end table as possible and watched as she John began to stir in a few seconds, "Thanks babe," he said as he reached for it and then looked over at Antonio who was now grinning at him.

"You're welcome—babe."

"Shut up," said John as he grinned and took a sip of the coffee, "You get this recipe from the station?"

"At least this whole ordeal hasn't made you lose your dry sense of humor."

"The only thing dry right now is my mouth—I feel like I've been sleeping for a week," said John as he sat up and they began discussing the strategy for the day.

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Natalie

"mmmm."

Natalie

"Just a few more minutes John—please."

My darling wife Natalie—it's time to wake up.

Those words made Natalie sit straight up on the cot she was on. It hadn't been John's voice she was hearing calling her name. It hadn't been Cristian's either. She rubbed her arms and cooled the goose bumps off—maybe it was her imagination. What had she been dreaming about just a moment ago?

No, it wasn't her imagination or a dream—the voice that had just woken her up was Mitch Laurence. He was dead though—she said a short prayer that he was truly dead. Anything was possible at the moment. She sat in the bed for a few minutes until she heard the intercom come on again, "Good morning Mrs. McBain. Did you enjoy your wakeup call a few minutes ago?"

"I don't know how you did that and I really don't care," she screamed.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Now in a few short minutes you are going to be getting tired again. Don't fight it though Natalie—if your lucky and he truly does love you more than Caitlyn—well you might get to see John when you wake up," said Haver as the intercom clicked off but soon she heard something else click on. She continued to sit there as her eyes got heavier, and just before she dozed off she saw the door open and someone come in.

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"I'm still not understanding how she escaped," said John as he rubbed his head while sitting in Bo's office with Antonio and Sonia. Antonio had received the call about Caitlyn's escape earlier in the morning, but waited until they were walking out the door to the Station.

"The video tape was removed after she escaped. The only thing we can figure out is that Haver has one of the night guys under his influence. We've got the guys searching dumpsters nearby and if necessary we'll get search warrants for their homes."

"We're going to get both of them, John," said Sonia as she noticed the worried look on his face.

"You'd think he'd have called by now. He's setting something up, and it's going to be big," he said as Sonia's cell phone began to ring.

"Agent Toledo," she answered as she stood up and leaned against the door, tapping once to let the guys outside begin to attempt a trace.

"It's a pleasure to finally get to meet you, Ms. Toledo. Tell me—are you as smart of a cop as John there?"

"I don't know what you are talking about. Who may I ask is calling?"

"I'm sorry—how rude of me. I'm Stephen Haver—may I speak to John McBain?"

"He wants to speak to you," she said with raised eyebrows.

"Where is she?"

"Who—Caitlyn?"

"No you jerk—my wife, Natalie."

"Oh, Natalie—well why didn't you just ask," said Stephen Haver as he gave John an address and then hung up.

John handed the address over to Sonia with a sigh, "That was way too easy."

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Natalie's head was groggy as she opened her eyes and was taken aback—it was as if she was in John's old hotel room—the bedspread, the dresser, the wallpaper was all the same. "You really are a quack, Haver," she yelled as she got up and moved the curtains back to see that the windows were fake. She then went to the bathroom door and realized it was locked. Was she really at the Angel Square Hotel or was this some weird joke of a mad man?

She pulled open the second drawer of the dresser and gasped—taking out one of the pictures of John and Caitlyn that he had kept in that drawer a year before when he still lived here.

Natalie jumped and dropped the photo back into the drawer as she heard the door open and turned to see Caitlyn come in and lock the door behind her, "What are you doing here?"

"Making sure I get my fiancé back," said Caitlyn as she began walking towards her.

"You lost him Caitlyn. It wasn't too long ago either—just a little over a year. Before that he would wake up every morning and open this drawer and see your picture," she said as she removed the picture again.

"Don't you get it Caitlyn? You had been dead five years—five whole years—and he still thought of you everyday. He still wished you here—and there was no way to get him to move on. Somehow—I brought him back to life, and I've staked claim on him now and there is no way in hell I'm letting him go."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that if I were you," said Caitlyn as she gave Natalie an evil grin before walking back out of the room.

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Antonio turned the corner and stopped for the iron gates to open—Sonia, Bo, and half of the Police force were following behind them. He looked over to see John's face was ashen. "You ok?"

"I'm—give me a second," he said as he rubbed his face as they continued down the driveway and finally reached the main building. "I was hoping I was wrong," he sighed.

"What is it? Have you been here before?"

John laughed, "In my dreams. This building is identical to the Retreat Center Natalie went to last year. I once had this dream—I had to run to find Natalie, and at one point Caitlyn was calling my name also. He got into my nightmare and made it become a reality."