A/N: Look! I'm updating. I know, it has been forever. I'm so sorry if this chapter stinks. I am so sick and I feel like shit. So, this might be shorter then usual. Please, review!

Emily—

Disclaimer: I own Kay and the kidnapper dude. Nothing more, nothing less.

NOTE: this first part is in Kay's POV

Its funny how things are so different in reality then in your thoughts. You spend your life watching crime shows on TV, or listening to the news. You hear all these things about people getting kidnapped, and you start to think about what you would do in that situation. You will be reading a book, and the character is kidnapped or attacked and your thinking "oh, well, that would never happen to me. I would scream and kick and get away." You never expect something like that to happen in real life, and if it ever did, you glamorize yourself, your mind portraying you as someone braver and smarter then you really are (it also shows you as some beautiful person, which more often then not, you are not).

You are never like that when it really happens. When the abductor brings the knife around to your throat, your organized plans fly right out of your brain. You thoughts are no longer rational. Fear takes you in her dreaded clutches, consuming every thought you ever had. I should know all of this, for it has happened to me.

Yes, I am stuck in this nightmare that we all have. The nightmare of being trapped by a stranger, helpless as he holds your life in your hand, prepared to take it all away if need be. I am bound in the dark, cold concrete room, my fate uncertain. I didn't even do anything to him. I was never in a position that would piss off a grown rapist. The only reason I am here is so that this monster can seek revenge on my mother. He has made it perfectly clear, what he plans on doing to me that is. He is going to torture me, and then, well, I can't even mention it. The mere thought of being raped in unfathomable.

A tingle crawls up my arm as I feel something furry brush up against my arm, tickling my bare skin. I let out a yelp as I realize it is a small rat. My site throbs as I gingerly touch the wound, wincing at the feel of the tacky blood that covers my side. I let out a raspy cough. My breath is becoming labored; the injuries are taking their toll on my body. I know that I cannot stand much more of this torture. If I don't get help soon, I really don't think I am going to get out of this alive.

This thought chills me. I think now that this is the first time that I have ever truly thought I was going to die. Up until this point, I have had faith that I was going to be rescued. Now, I am not so sure.

OK, Back to normal POV

"Nick!" Nick looked up to see Warrick coming towards him, a concerned expression on his face.

"Kay's gone. Oh God, Kay's gone." He moaned, tears running down his face.

"How's Sara?"

"She's talking to the detectives. She's not doing great."

"We're going to get her back Nick, if she's anything like Sara, she's going to be ok." Nick nodded.

"I sure hope so. I'm going over to talk to Sara and see how she's holding up." He turned, briskly walking over to where an inconsolable Sara sat, sobbing. He sat next to her, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"Oh God Nick. What if… What if something happens to her? I couldn't live with myself if something happened." She cried, burying her face into his chest.

"I know. We're going to find her. Don't worry Sara, its all going to be alright."

"Excuse me, but Nick, shouldn't you be processing the scene?" asked the detective. Nick had worked with the young detective several times before, though they weren't very close.

"I'm her father." He said, meeting the man in the eye.

"Oh. I'm sorry, I just wasn't aware…" Nick gestured for him to stop and turned back to Sara.

"She's going to be ok. We have the best working on It.," he told her softly.

"Are you?" she asked, her voice hopeful.

"I cant babe. It's too personal. Any evidence would be tainted." He said. "Plus" he added, " I'd murder the SOB." Sara let out a forced laugh as she snuggled closer to him, taking comfort in his solid form.

A/N: I know that this was very short, and I usually write more. But I am still getting over bronchitis, so I am not at my best. Reviews do seem to be making me feel better. So, review!

Emily