Author's note: Ya'll must think I'm such a LOSER. I go on about how much I hate it when people don't finish stories, and then I disappear for months. I promise I have a good excuse. In just under 6 weeks I'm getting married. I got engaged in August and been busy planning my wedding. Its wonderful, but time consuming. So I apologize, and hope to have time to finish this soon, but I promise I will eventually finish!

This'll be short because I wanted mostly to update ya'll and apologize. More soon! Reviews please?

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Don walked into the living room and handed his father a cup of tea to calm him down. For the past 30 min. Alan had been berating himself for leaving Charlie alone and for not paying more attention to the two men he casually let come into their home. He had given Don a description of the men and their car as best he could, but he had been more worried about dinner, and hadn't really given them a second thought at the time.

Worst case scenarios filled Alan's mind. He could think of several different ways that Charlie would be killed, from the cancer slowly spreading again through his body, to the men who had taken him outright shooting him. Fear and pain clenched his heart. It would be crushing to lose Charlie to a bullet after everything they had just gone through with the cancer.

Don seemed to read his father's mind and put a reassuring arm around him. "It'll be okay Dad. These weren't professionals, they were kids. Terry and David are talking with the neighbors, it's going to be easy to find him. We'll get him back, okay?"

"Okay," was the only thing Alan could get out. Just then David and Terry walked through the front door. Don stood up and met them in the foyer.

"Anything?" Don asked.

"Oh yeah, you've got very observant neighbors, we've got full descriptions of the boys, their car, a partial license plate and what direction they head out in," said David.

"I've called it in, we've got two names, and one of the boy's father owns an abandoned warehouse across town that might be a potential meeting place between them and the drug dealers. Its right in the hot bed of a lot of the current action we've been recording," explained Terry.

Don thought it over, "It sounds good to me, let's check it out, the quicker we can find Charlie, the quicker I can stop my father from having a heart attack."

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Charlie struggled to regain consciousness. His fuzzy mind tried to recall the events because he couldn't figure out why it was so cold, or why he was laying on the ground. He wondering if maybe he collapsed in the garage and no one had found him yet, but that didn't seem very likely. His body was very weak, and he couldn't open his eyelids. Suddenly nausea overwhelmed him and he vomited violently on the floor. Tears came to his eyes, and he remembered what had happened.

He could hear voices arguing. He guessed that only Rob and David were out there, but he couldn't hear what they were saying. As he regained movement in his arms and legs he slowly pushed himself up and surveyed his surroundings. He was in a small room, what looked like an office, in a cold warehouse. The room had a big window that he could look out of onto the warehouse stockroom. He cautiously tried the door handle and finding it locked, he peered carefully out the window, so that he wouldn't be noticed by either boy.

Suddenly one of the boys stared straight at the window, motioning to the other one angrily about something. Charlie backed away quickly, but then realized that it was one of those one way window/mirror things and neither boy could see that he was awake. He looked around again and saw a small window. He rushed over to it and tried to open it, but found that it was jammed. He cursed inwardly. He could try and break the window, but the noise would surely alert the boys to his awaken status.

Before he could think of anything else, the squeal of tires startled Charlie and he crept back to the window. Three big men got out of a large sedan and walked towards the boys. Charlie could see how nervous they were, and he strained to hear what was being said.

"Did you get the papers?" the first big man asked.

"Well… No," replied Rob.

The second big man darted out from behind the first and grabbed Rob by the front of his tee shirt, lifting him off the ground. "What do you mean 'No' you knew the deal!"

"Yes," said the first, "It is very unfortunate."

"You don't understand!" started David, "The papers weren't in his office, we went to his house but…"

David was interrupted as the second man threw Rob into him.

"You knew the deal, you didn't deliver," said the first pulling out a gun.

"No! Wait!" pleaded Rob and David, but it was too late. The gun went off twice and a startled Charlie fell backwards. He couldn't believe what he saw. Nervously, he crept back to the window and peered out. He wasn't sure what the men were planning on doing, the seemed to be wandering around the warehouse. Charlie plead inwardly that they wouldn't find him. He couldn't see anything to defend himself, even if he was strong enough to do so. The best thing he could do was curl up into a ball in the corner and hope he wasn't found.