Here is chappy ten and I really hope you enjoy it. HAHAHA I have to laugh, my cat just hissed at a plant we have in my house! I'm sick today and it really sucks! Not only will I have lots of homework on Monday (Tomorrow is a P.D. day, so there's no school) but the actual being sick part is the worst! P.S. I'm halfway through the story! There will be twenty chappies.

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Mrs. Sanders stood timidly outside the warehouse Boss had directed her to. A small, black Pontiac pulled up startling her. Boss got out and stood about three metres away from her.

"Give me my money," he ordered

"Do you have a son," she asked out of nowhere.

Shocked he answered her question, "Yes, he's sixteen, now give me my money."

"If someone murdered you son, how would you feel?" She prompted.

"I'd be angry and hunt them down and shoot them," he stated.

"Well then you can understand how I feel," Mrs. Sanders knew that Boss would probably kill her son and she had to convince him otherwise.

"I said I'd give him back," Boss stated.

"I know, but you didn't plan on taking him and he probably saw your face. Statisically you'd want to kill him to protect your identity," Mrs. Sanders explained.

"How do you know that?" Boss asked.

"I called an old friend of Greg's from L.A. for some information on kidnappings," she told him.

"Give me my money," Boss said, "and I'll give him back."

Mrs. Sander threw an enevlope toward him.

"What's this?" Boss asked.

"Just look at it," she pressed.

Boss tore open the envelope and looked at the pictures inside. They were of two indentical boys. It was unmistakable that one of them was the man in his basement.

"Why are you showing me these?" He asked genuinly confused.

"Those were taken one year before we were in a car crash that killed my other son. I lost one of my little boy. I can't go through that again," Mrs. Sanders broke down into tears.

Boss was shocked at the desperate woman's break down and he had second thoughts about killing Greg.

Not showing these thoughts to Mrs. Sanders he said, "I'm losing my patience, give me the money!"

Sighing, Mrs. Sanders slid the money over. Boss picked it up and looked at her one last time before climbing into his Pontiac and driving off.

Mrs. Sanders stared after the car for a minute before climbing into her own and driving home to await the phone call that will tell her where her son was held.

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Greg still lay in his sleeping bag. He hadn't moved since Boss had left.

He probably would have gotten up if he could, but his ankle was throbbing like crazy from his bullet wound.

Sara paced up and down the room and tried to break the door down several times, but failed.

"Greg?" Sara inquired.

"Yeah," he answered.

"What was your childhood like?" She asked trying to get rid of the silence that was overwhelming her.

"It was pretty sheltered because of my parents' money," Greg told her sitting up, "I had a brother, but he died when I was eight."

"I'm so sorry," Sara empathized with the loss of a loved one.

"He was my twin brother," Greg revealed.

"Oh my god," Sara was shocked.

"Yeah, we had a bond and it hurts everyday, knowing that I have to live without him," Greg told her sadly.

Sara sat beside him and wrapped her arms around him and Greg hugged her back and started to cry.

"I lost someone when I was seven. My mom and dad got into a fight and my mom... she killed him," Sara told him.

"I'm really sorry," Greg said.

"At least I can believe you when you say that, because you understand," Sara told him.

Footsteps thundered from upstairs, signaling Boss's return.

"I'm gonna miss you," Greg said tearfully.

"Damn it, Greg. I love you," she said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I love you too," Greg told her sadly as he kissed her hair.

They were still in there embrace when Boss swung open the door and descended down the stairs.

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There's chappy ten. If you don't reveiw I'll get really mad!