Question for you all: would you like to see a sequel to "Say What You Mean" or should I just let it be? Let me know, it's up to you guys. I'm gonna take a vote..either leave the answer in your review, or PM me/email me.

Here's chapter 6. Carey's point of view.

ps-Holy goodness, Mae is going on tour and they're coming to my town! I've been smiling about it all week!

Disclaimer: All I own is Detective Mason, an iPod and a car. Not TSL or anything else.

Chapter 6

On the beach...

Carey was lying on her towel, soaking in the sun, when Maddie walked over and sat down next to her.

"Where are the boys?" she asked. Carey lowered her sunglasses and looked at Maddie.

"They're bonding," she said smiling. Maddie laughed.

"Where did they go?" she asked, digging up some sand with her foot and watching the clams scurry around, quickly digging holes to hide in.

"They went down to the shopping center," Carey said, putting on some more sun tan lotion.

"London said she saw Cody wearing a backpack," Maddie said, a little confused.

Carey frowned. "I guess Cody packed lunch. They used to go on picnics when they were little. Cody always loved to cook," she said.

"That makes sense, then," a convinced Maddie said, still watching the clams dig.

"I'm glad they're spending time together. They've been hanging out in different crowds lately and bickering a lot with each other," Carey said. She hated to admit that her boys seemed to be growing apart because they've always done everything together. She knew it was healthy for them to do different things, but lately it seemed like they didn't even talk to each other anymore. Content that her boys were finally getting along, Carey went back to relaxing in the sun.

Hours later...

Carey was pacing the hotel room, wringing her hands. It was 9:52 p.m., rain was pouring down outside, and her boys were still not back. "This isn't like them," she thought, feeling uneasy. Her boys knew better, and if they were stuck somewhere, they always called.

"Maybe they're at the movies," Maddie suggested, trying to sound cheery. Carey looked helplessly at the clock again, shaking her head.

"They would have called me, they know it's late," she said, as her stomach did flips. She was going over all the horrible things that could have happened to her boys in her mind when suddenly the phone rang. Carey lunged for it.

"Cody, Zack?" she asked breathlessly.

"Sorry, Carey, it's just me," Moseby said from the other line. Carey closed her eyes and sighed.

"I called down to the front desk, and they say they haven't received any messages from the boys. But one of the hotel staff remember seeing blonde twins walking in the opposite direction of the shoppes down the road. He said they went off towards the woods," Moseby said, sounding a little confused.

"Why would they be walking towards the woods?" Carey asked, holding her hand out, then wrapping her arm around her waist.

"Carey, I honestly don't know," Moseby said, sounding defeated. Carey looked at the clock again. 10:13 p.m.

"I'm calling the police, Mr. Moseby," she said, clicking the off button on the phone, only to turn it on again, dialing 911.

"Please state your emergency," came a female voice from the other line.

"Hi, My name is Carey Martin, and I'm on vacation from Boston...and my boys are missing...my sons...they went shopping earlier today...or they said they were going shopping, but they might have gone into the woods...and they haven't called or come back to the hotel," Carey explained, pausing every few seconds to try and get her story straight.

"M'am, you do know you have to wait 24 hours to report someone missing."

"I don't care how long you say I have to wait! My boys haven't come home! They could be anywhere, and you're going to tell me to wait 24 hours? I'm not waiting 24 hours! I want them back now!" Carey screamed into the phone.

"Calm down, m'am, I'll alert the authorities in the area."

After a few more minutes on the phone with the operator, Carey hung up and jumped as an enormous bolt of lightning illuminated her dimly lit suite. Maddie walked over and hugged her.

"I know they'll be ok, Carey. I just know," Maddie said, breaking the embrace to look Carey in the eye. Carey wanted to believe her; she looked so hopeful.

"Get some sleep, Maddie. I'll call if I hear anything," Carey said, sniffling.

"Promise?" Maddie asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Promise," Carey answered. She watched Maddie leave and sat down on the edge of her bed. Placing her hands on her forehead, she looked over at the door and prayed that her boys would come running in with a darn good excuse for staying out so late.

She waited in vain.

The next afternoon...

Carey stood in the police station, pacing back and forth while pulling on her hair. Moseby, Maddie and London were down at the shopping center with pictures of the twins, handing them out to every shop owner, and anyone on the street willing to listen to them.

"Miss Martin?" asked a slightly raspy voice from behind Carey. She turned around, standing face to face with the detective working on her boys' case. He was her height, with bright green eyes and a long, sharp nose. His messy brown hair fell down past his ears, and, if Carey wasn't so upset, she would have seen how handsome he was.

"It's Carey, and are you going to find my sons?" Carey said shakily, clasping her hands together as if she were praying.

"I'm Detective John Mason, and I'm going to do my very best," he said, smiling sincerely at her. Carey let a tear fall and shook her head.

"No, you're not going to try your best. You're going to find them," Carey said in a harsh whisper. She looked into the Detective's eyes, practically begging.

"I will find them, Carey. I promise," John said. "I just need you to answer a few questions for me," he added.

Carey nodded, just as her cell phone rang. Recognizing Moseby's number, she answered her phone, holding a finger up to John.

"Mr. Moseby?...uh-huh...what?...treasure map?...oh, Zack...," Carey groaned. She clapped her phone shut and hung her head, rubbing her eyes.

"Carey?" John asked, furrowing his brow.

Carey looked up at the Detective and sighed. "That was Mr. Moseby. He was handing out pictures of my boys to the workers in the shopping center. He went into the bookstore down there and the man working recognized them. He said one of them came into the store asking about a buried treasure. I'm sure it was Zack," Carey explained.

John turned his head slightly, squinting his eyes in thought. "You said one of the hotel staff saw your boys walking into the wooded area behind the hotel?" he asked.

"That's what the front desk clerk said. Why?" Carey asked, getting a bad feeling.

"Well, there's an old legend about a pirate who buried treasure out in those woods," John told her.

"If there's treasure involved, Zack will have known about it. They must have gone to look for it," Carey said, trying to convince herself. She watched as John picked up his radio and started calling in a search. When he was finished, he looked at Carey.

"I want to warn you that those woods are extremely thick and vast. I've called in some help to search. I'm going out there myself, but I want you to stay in your hotel room. I'll call you once I know something," John said, grabbing his wallet and badge off his desk and walking swiftly towards the door.

Carey stood still for a moment, trying to take everything in. Then she grabbed her purse and left the station, with no intention of going back to her hotel room. If her boys were lost, she was going to help find them.

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I know it's not really that long, but I'm suffering from a little something called writer's block. I have to get back into the groove, but I've been working so much, it makes me too tired to think.

I hope you liked the chapter anyway, and let me know about that sequel. xoxo