"Missing?" River echoed, confused.

"Who is it?" Shawn asked.

"One of ours," Ann said, looking more upset now that the kids couldn't see her. "I'm not sure what happened. I know she was-"

"Who is it?" River asked, interrupting.

"Libby."

"I've already started the staff looking for her," Gary said, "But we're going to need more help – especially since we're not sure how long she's been missing."

"She could be anywhere," Ann said, wringing her hands and shaking her head. "This is all my fault…"

"It's not-"

"If she could be anywhere, then maybe we should start looking for her, too" Ian said, interrupting. It was one thing to not be interested in hanging out with the kids, but it was another matter completely when one was missing and maybe lost. Ian wasn't a totally heartless prick, after all. "She was at campfire," he continued. "Did she go back to the cabin with your group?"

Ann looked as if she wanted to ask how Ian knew she was at campfire – she never really registered all of his kids being there, after all, but he certainly seemed sure he'd seen hers. She didn't, though. Instead, she nodded.

"I saw her coming back with us, but I'm not completely positive that she made it all the way to the cabin. I don't remember seeing her, anyways. I just assumed she…"

"Don't worry," River said, patting her on the back reassuringly. "She's probably fine."

Ann nodded, hoping that was the case. It was cold and dark, though, and there were a lot of places that someone could get lost. Especially someone little.

"Sierra is with the girls in their cabin since Danin knows the camp better than she does. We want two of you to come help search as well – someone needs to stay with your boys."

"I'll go," Shawn said. That only made sense since Shawn knew the camp inside out as well.

Ian nodded.

"I'll go, too."

"I can go," River objected. "I-"

"I've done search and rescue with SG-1," Ian said. "And I've jogged the perimeter of the camp, so I probably know the outside area as well as Shawn does."

Good point. River looked like he wanted to argue, but he just nodded. Of course they could put their boys into a cabin with someone else – group all the kids together, even – but that would raise questions and upset the kids when they didn't need them upset just then. Someone would have to stay with the Australia boys, and River was going to have to be that guy. Even though he hated that.

"Let's go, then."

The three counselors went into their cabin so Ian and Shawn could get dressed again, and the boys were all awake and watching.

"What's going on?" Brian asked. He'd been closest to the door, and while he couldn't hear what they were all talking about because of the closed door and the pounding rain, he could hear tones of voices and knew they'd been serious.

"Nothing much," River said, affecting a nonchalance that he didn't feel. "Ian and Shawn are going to go help take care of something down at the main building."

"What?" asked Sammy from his bunk as he watched Ian pull on jeans and a still wet sweatshirt over his t-shirt. "Can I come, too?"

Ian didn't even look up from sliding his shoes on.

"No."

"Can I?" Chance asked.

"No."

"Can-"

"No," Ian snapped, standing up and reaching for his flashlight. "Let's go, Adams."

OOOOOOOO

The rain was coming down as hard as it had been all day, and coupled with the darkness the light from the flashlights didn't go far. Ian and Shawn followed the lights from the main building and found Gary standing on the covered porch, holding a couple of walkie-talkies and waiting on them.

"I have groups checking up by the ball field, down by the water, over by the corrals and around the cabin areas themselves."

"What about the campfire area?" Shawn asked, before Ian could.

"That was the first place we looked," Gary told them. "There wasn't anyone there. If you guys would go help look around the water front area, I'd appreciate it."

There was no doubt that Gary was most concerned about the girl going to the water. The water was almost always the place that attracted the campers the most, after all, because it was off-limits most of the time.

He handed Shawn one of the radios he was holding, and turned when another pair of counselors came over, which left Shawn and Ian dismissed, although he hadn't actually meant to be so abrupt.

Neither of them was offended, though, and they headed toward the back of the main building, leaving Gary to direct the rest of the volunteers.

"What do you think she was thinking…?" Shawn said, shaking his head as they lost all the light from the main building and were suddenly dependent on only the light from their flashlights – which was precious little. Luckily, the ground was smooth and well beaten down in this area, so neither had to worry about tripping, although Shawn slipped in the mud once, but caught himself before he could fall.

"She probably wasn't," Ian said.

Everyone knew little kids were stupid. This was just proof of it.

They could see a light at the waterfront, but Shawn pulled up short, turning towards his left – in the direction of the fire pit.

"Maybe we should check the lagoon… Gary didn't mention that he'd sent anyone there, right?"

"No," Ian agreed. "And we can check the campfire area again when we go by."

"They already looked there."

"It's dark. Maybe they missed something."

"Why would she go to the fire pit alone?"

"Why would she go visit the fucking horses? Or go canoeing?" At least his idea made a little sense. There was always the chance she'd hoped to find more candy bars or graham crackers down there now that everyone was gone.

"Don't snap," Shawn said, annoyed. (Which might have had something to do with the fact that rain was already trickling under his jacket). "I was just asking."

"Whatever."

"I'm going to check the lagoon. You go look in the fire pit if you want."

"I'm not going to look in the fire pit, Adams. I'm going to look around it."

"Whatever."

Two could play the whatever game, after all, and Shawn was just a bit short tempered – something that didn't happen all that often, although given who his dad was it was a wonder why it didn't.

Ian scowled, just as annoyed. He was already soaked and chilly.

"When you don't find her playing Captain Ahab on a canoe or sailboat, come find me in the woods around the fire pit."

"Try not to get eaten by a Wraith," Shawn snapped.

"Try to avoid any large fish," Ian retorted, turning and heading for the fire pit from the bottom of the hill while Shawn angled over towards the lagoon, which met up with the fire area a little further down. He was going to go look and see if she'd taken shelter under one of the upside down canoes. It was possible, right?

"Screw you," Shawn muttered, but Ian was already out of earshot, and Shawn was more or less glad that he was.