A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews so far. Please, keep them coming in! Now, read and review!

--Emily--

Disclaimer: I own Kay, but nothing more.

Kay struggled in the arms of the man who had taken her as the parked van started to move. He laughed as she uselessly struggled against the strong bonds.

"Help!" she screamed, hoping someone would hear her.

"Shut up you little bitch." Sneered her kidnapper. He pulled out a gun and the last thing she saw the butt of the gun coming towards her.

Sara reluctantly pulled away from Nicks embrace and looked up at him.

"What's wrong." He questioned. She looked up at him, her brown eyes filled with confusion.

"Nick. What are we doing here? What is this?"

"Well, we were kissing…"

"Nick! We can't just pick up where we left off."

"Why not?" She glanced down.

"Things have changed Nick. I have a daughter now. We live so far apart. How can this work?" she replied, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. He was silent for a moment as he thought about her words. He knew what she said made sense. But could he really let her go again? He had spent the past fifteen, almost sixteen years trying to forget Sara, trying to move on. He had never been able to get over her. He had thrown himself into his work, not dating much at all. And now here she was, the woman he loved. With a daughter. His daughter. Could he really let her go again?

"Sara, ever since you left, I have been trying to forget you, and get over you. I was never able to do it. And now here you are. You come back into my life, with a child. Sara, I don't think I can forget you again. I don't think I can lose you again." she smiled weakly.

"I know Nick. Its just… it's just a lot to think about. I never thought I would see you again. God, it's just all so complicated." He smiled at her.

"I understand." She kissed him softly.

"We need to get back to the hotel."

"Oh. Ok, well, will I see you tomorrow?"

"You can bet on that." Nick grinned as he held the door open for her.

"Kay? We're going." She called out. No one answered.

"Kay?" again, no answer.

"Kayla Sidle. Quit playing around. It's time to go." A man working in his small yard stood and walked over to Sara.

"Hey lady, you mind keeping it down?" He asked.

Sorry. I'm trying to find my daughter. Have you seen her? She's about fifteen, brunette."

"Hey, I think I saw her get into a van." Sara's heart stopped as she looked at the man, preying he was wrong.

"What did the girl look like?" She asked, trying to keep her voice calm.

"Uh, teen, curly brown hair in a ponytail." Sara's breath caught in her throat. She backed up, her legs shaking. She turned and managed to get to Nicks door once again. She felt around for the doorbell and pressed it.

"Sara?"

"She's gone." He looked at her, confused.

"Who's gone? Sara, what's the matter? Where's Kay?"

"Kay's gone. He took her. God Nick, she's gone!" She sobbed, collapsing into him.

"Hey, is she ok?" the man who had told her about Kay was walking up. Nick looked up at him.

"What happened?"

"She was askin' about her daughter, and I just told her I saw someone fitting that description getting into a van. She freaked out." Nicks eyes widened in horror.

"Call the police." He gasped, thrusting his phone into the mans hand.

"What do I say?"

"My daughter's been kidnapped!"

Kay groaned as she opened her eyes. He head felt like it had been pounded with a hammer. She blinked, and sat up. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she looked around. She was in what seemed like a basement of sorts. The concrete floor was damp and cold, the air around her musty. A small bulb provided a dim light. The light reminded her of the small ones they had in the temporary barns they had at H.I.T.S, a large horse show she had shown at. The small door at the top of the steps opened, letting a small beam of light fill the room. She scooted further back into the corner as the heavy footsteps thumped down the stairs. In the dim light, she could just make out the outline of her captor advancing towards her.

"Ah. I see you're awake." His voice was rough and low. He was coming closer to her, a menacing smile on his cruel face. He was almost face to face with her now, and Kay could smell the Whiskey on his breath, which caused her to gag. He reached out to touch her face and she jerked away, thrashing as best she could with her steel bonds.

"You little bitch!" he sneered, raising his hand. A hot, searing pain spread through her face as he slapped her, causing her head to snap back. She tried to fight back the tears, not wanting him to see her fear. He smirked at her.

"Now that's better." Kay wished at the moment she could come up with some witty remark, but her mind wasn't able to think, as fear consumed her.

"What do you want?" she whispered, her voice shaking. He snickered.

"Revenge, to put it simply. Revenge on Sara Sidle. I never was able to have my way with her; stupid bitch had me in jail before I was able to. But you, you will do just fine. Your fiery, just like your Mother. And your not even bad looking. Yes, you'll do just fine." Kay's heart pounded louder as she took in what the man had just said. Did he mean he was going to rape her? The thought was too horrible to imagine. He was going to rape her, and kill her. She had seen his face, she could identify him, and if he had been arrested, it wouldn't be too hard to get him it seemed to her. Catching her horrified expression, the man grinned.

"Guess you've figured out I'm going to kill you to. But don't worry your pretty little head about that. I have other plans for you first. The girl's eyes widened in horror as he pulled out a large knife from his pocket and slowly brought it towards her.

"Please no" She managed to plead, before the knife met her flesh.

A/N: Well, another chapter. Hope you folks don't mind that I left youwith a cliffy. Hehe. So, will Kay live? Will they find her in time? Will I ever get a life (Yeah, right.) Review!

--Emily--