Okay, I apologize, but this chapter is not really all that good. I tried the best I could, but making a conclusion to this story was really hard for me. Bare with me here.

And there will most likely be one more chapter. I don't plan on making this a lengthy story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Meg Cabot is the loverly writer, not me.

Summary: (Sequel to Don't Dwell in the Past) Rob and Jess are finally together. But just when they think their relationship is getting somewhere, Jess has a vision and it's not too good.

Happily Ever After?

Chapter 5

Clink. Clink.

I stirred in the hard wooden chair that I was still tied up in — it was rather uncomfortable, may I just point out.

Huh. I guess I had fallen asleep.

I looked around and noticed that there was no one around. Surely someone would be watching me, seeing if I would try and escape.

Or maybe they're watching me someway else.

I shuddered. That's a little creepy to think about.

Clink. Clink.

Okay, where the hell is that coming from?

I looked around some more and noticed that the noise was coming from the window. Was someone throwing stones at it? But who the hell would — ?

Rob.

I inched closer to the window, which, it turns out, was a really hard feat. However, I got to the window and looked down. There was definitely someone down there — and they were tall.

Oh, please, let it be Rob...

Although, why he was throwing stones while he probably knew I was tied up somewhere is beyond me.

You know, its times like these that I wish I was Rapunzel, or somebody with equally long hair. Because then I could somehow open the window and let my hair down and Rob could climb up it and come rescue me.

Yes, I am aware that I have an overly active imagination.

But that really is not helping me right now. How could I get Rob's attention, without causing attention to me?

When you have an answer, let me know, please.

I could not move my hands or feet to make a signal of some kind and I couldn't make a noise, because they would probably come and beat me.

Too late.

The guy who was with me before turned on a light, which practically blinded me. He grinned maliciously. "And I thought you'd given up..." he said, seemingly to himself. "Well, guess we'll have to put you somewhere that's NOT near windows." Then he came over and slapped me across the face.

Hopefully that was enough attention for Rob. I noticed the stones were no longer being thrown.

That stung. A lot. "What is it with you guys and always hitting the victim?" I said, agitated.

I noticed then that he had not put any duct tape on my mouth or anything. That was something good, I guess. Although, my cheek still really hurt.

"It's when people like you think you can try and escape, when, in reality, you can't." He pulled the chair back in the center of the room. Then he started pacing around it.

He snapped his fingers. Immediately two men came to his side. "Shepherd," he said. "Watch her. Make sure she doesn't try anything again. And if she does, you can do whatever you please to her. Just...don't kill her. Leave that to me."

I shuddered as he walked out of the room. How the hell am I supposed to get out of here? This really sucks. I don't want to die yet. Especially at the hands of someone like that.

Then I had an idea.

If I am supposedly psychic and I can't automatically know the location of missing people, why can't I let people know where I am?

I looked at the man sitting near the door. He was watching me intently. He did not really look like he suspected anything, though.

Good.

I thought. I sent my brainwaves whacko from it.

Come on, Rob. I'm in the old office building. Please come get me...

Okay, so it was more of a mind reading thing, but I tried to send pictures, like I get when I know the location.

I sat back in the chair, defeated.

Ten minutes passed, nothing happened.

Twenty minutes, nothing.

Thirty minutes, nothing—

A gun shot went off.

I looked at 'Shepherd'. He was looking back at me. I guess he was debating on whether to follow his boss's orders or go and help his boss.

He decided for the latter and sprinted out the door, leaving it wide open.

I heard another gun shot. And then another.

I was becoming anxious. What the hell was going on?

Then, to my utter surprise, Kara entered the room. I gaped at her. What the hell was she doing here? And where is Rob?

"No time to explain," she said, rushing over to me. She began untying me from the chair. "Rob's holding the other guys off."

She finished untying me. I hopped up from the chair and, looking around the room for a weapon of some kind, untied my feet. I hopped out of the ropes and grabbed a gun hiding in the corner.

I scoffed. Idiots, leaving their guns open like that.

I guess they didn't expect someone to escape them.

Their mistake.

I loaded the gun and ran out of the room with Kara. And there, for sure, we saw Rob in action. He was fighting off the rest of the boss's buddies. He was doing a damn good job of it too.

Then one of the guys hit him on the back of the head with their rifle. Rob fell to the floor. He was knocked out.

I wanted to run to his side and help, but there were too many of them. Hadn't anybody called for back up?

I aimed the gun in my hand at them, as did Kara. "Drop the guns and no one gets hurt," I said in my most no-nonsense voice.

One of them snickered. "Are you gonna shoot us? Ha, I'd like to see that happen."

I narrowed my eyes at him and glared. No one was paying attention to Rob. At least they weren't hurting him.

"I will if I'm provoked. Now, drop your weapons." When none of them did anything, I aimed the gun in the air and shot. It scared some of them. One of them actually dropped their weapon. Good. "Do it!" I yelled.

None of them had their gun aimed at me. Why? I have no clue. They were amateurs.

I shot the gun. It landed in one of their kneecaps. The guy groaned in pain and fell to the floor.

I raised my eyebrow. "I've got plenty more bullets. Drop your guns."

One by one, they dropped them.

Finally.

"Not bad," came a voice from behind us. "But now its my turn," he said. He fired his gun.

It hit Rob.

"No!" I screamed.

He just shot Rob. My Rob.

He grabbed Kara before she could really do anything and held his gun to her head. "Now drop your gun or I'll shoot her."

I didn't hesitate. I dropped it. It clattered to the hard wood floor.

Kara looked scared to death. She'd never been in a situation like this before. I had to do something.

"Hmm," he said. It was the boss, I soon realized. "Two people you care for in one day. I think its better to torture you..."

Another gunshot went off. But it wasn't him. He didn't fire it.

The boss fell to floor with a thump.

I turned behind me and saw Steph there. She was smiling

Kara seemed to recover and aimed her gun at the men near Rob. "Don't move or I'll shoot," she said.

I ran over to Rob. I felt his neck. He was still breathing. Thank God.

But he was losing a lot of blood. He needed to get to the hospital as soon as possible.

Steph handed me her cell phone and I dialed 911. I told them the situation and they sent out two ambulances and said the police were all ready on their way.

I looked at Rob. He was still unconscious and his breathing was suddenly becoming ragged.

The ambulance arrived and they loaded Rob up in it. I went with them.

Please don't let him die...

A/N: Despite the suckiness of this chapter, it would still make me happy if you actually reviewed this. So...review?