September 10th, 2005

Now that Kylie was in school, Carlos and Kim had a little more time for each other. Okay, So Rebecca and Sierra were still a handful but it was worth it. Now that Sierra was one she was getting more active. It was hard running after her. Rebecca was seven months old and crawling all over the place.

"After we pick Kylie up we need o get her some new Sunday shoes." Kim said as she pushed the double strolled down the sidewalk.
"We spent all day shopping." Carlos said, "Why didn't we get shoes earlier?"
"Because she needs to try the shoes on." She said, "We can go to payless. It's buy one and get one half off. We get the girls all new shoes. When Orli and Joey have their half day, we'll take them."

"Great. More money." Carlos mumbled. Having five kids was expensive.

"Mama!" Sierra moaned.

"We'll be home soon." Kim said rubbing Sierra's curls.

"Daddy is getting tired." he glanced into the strolled, "Becky is sound asleep. I'm jealous."

"Good. Poor baby has been cutting teeth." Kim said as they went into the school yard. Parents were all waiting for their kids.
"Can we have pasta for supper?" Carlos asked. Kim chuckled gently.

"You're a grown up. You can cook what ever your little heart desires." Kim said as the school bell rang. Carlos whimpered.

"I don't like being a grown up." he said.

"Me either." Kim smiled as Orlando ran over to them.

"Mommy! Look!" Orlando held up a painting that he had made earlier in the day.
"Wow. Look at that." She smiled, "Is that you?"

"Yup." Orlando Grinned. He looked at all the bags, "What did you buy?"

"Stuff. Mom made me shop with he." Carlos said. Orlando rolled his eyes. Kim looked around to see if Kylie had come out yet.

"We're going to get your sisters some shoes then we'll get some food." Kim said.

"What are we eating?" Orlando asked.

"We'll see." Carlos chuckled. Kim looked around and didn't see Kylie anywhere.

"Do you see her?" Kim asked. Carlos shook his head.

"Maybe she had to stay after." He said.

"Maybe. Watch the kids. I'll go see." Kim walked into the school building. Her eyes still scanning to see if she saw her daughter. Kim's heart started to pound as she walked in, "Kylie??" She walked into Kylie's classroom. Mrs. Johnson was picking up, "Mrs. Johnson?"

"Oh lord!" She laughed "Mrs. Nieto, how may I help you?"

"My daughter. Where is she?" Kim asked.

"Excuse me?" Mrs. Johnson looked at her oddly.

"Kylie. Where is she?" Kim asked.

"She filed out with the rest of the class." Mrs. Johnson said.

"She's not out there!" Kim cried.

"Let me…Let me check with the principal." She said hitting the intercom button, "Scott, is Kylie Nieto in your office?"

"No she's not." he said. Mrs. Johnson glanced at Kim. She was clutching her stomach.

"Call the police, Scott." She said.

"Oh god!" Kim bolted out of the room, "Kylie!!" She ran down the hallway searching every classroom. Carlos walked into the school.

"Kim, where is she?" Carlos asked.

"She's gone! She's not here!" Kim screamed.

Carlos and Kim sat on the park Bench. They were staring at the ground. The school was swarming with police and reporters. Catherine had been there an hour ago to take the other children to her place.

"Do you have a recent photograph we could put on television?" Faith asked, "Maybe someone have seen her."

"Yeah." Carlos croaked out pulling his wallet out of his pocket.

"There's a nation wide Amber Alert." Faith took the photograph. Kim looked up.

"Nation wide…" She stood up, "W-We can't just sit here. We need to do something. Get search parties going!"

"Kim, they're forming right now." Faith said softly.
"She's been missing for three hours!" Kim cried. Hysteria began to take over. "We know what happens when they go missing! I'm a paramedic! I know!"

"Kim…" Carlos whispered. It was taking everything in his body to not break down. Kim needed him to be a rock. He pulled her away from Faith. Kim looked at him.

"She's gone. Our baby is gone." Kim collapsed in his arms, sobbing. "K-Kylie's gone!!"

"We'll find her. I promise." Carlos held her tightly. A few tears slid down his own cheeks. He wouldn't sleep until Kylie was back in his arms.

September 13th, 2005

Three days. Seventy-Two hours. There had been no signs of Kylie yet. Jimmy and Catherine had been helping with the other four kids as much as they could. There was no hope according to Kim. No ransom notes or nothing.

"How do I look?" Carlos asked. Grace looked him over.

"Your tie is croaked." She reached over and fixed it, "you're going to be great."

"I hope so." Carlos took in a deep breath.

"Try not to loose it." Grace told him, "It's all right to show some emotion, but try not to break down. Kick some ass."

"That's easier said than done." Carlos said glancing at the camera crews.

"It's better for you to do this than Kim." Grace said. Carlos nodded. He knew if Kim got in front of those cameras, she would probably break down.

"Mr. Nieto, we're about to start. Come sit so we can get the lighting right." Missie Bordeaux, winner of the Pulitzer prize from her work in Bangladesh, told him. Carlos nodded.

"All right." He said. Missie sat behind a desk. He followed her. Carlos glanced at the pictures of Kylie in front of him. He took in a deep breath. The red light came on.

"Hello. I'm Missie Bordeaux. I'm here with Carlos Nieto. His daughter was snatched from him." She said, "I will let Carlos tell his story. Mr. Nieto?"

"Ah…Thanks. My name is Carlos Nieto and my wife is Kimberly Nieto. We've been married for a little over a year. We have both FDNY medics. We…We have five children ranging from twelve to six months old." Carlos' hands were shaking, "Three days ago…Our middle child…Was kidnapped. Kylie…Kylie was taken off the premises of her elementary school. She will be five in December. She…She has large brown eyes and long curly brown hair."

"A picture of Kylie will be shown after this broadcast." Missie informed the audience.

"My baby was last seen wearing a blue and red plaid dress w-with a lacey collar. She had white tights and black patent leather shoes on. She's…She had a red bow in her hair." Carlos said, "Kylie is a very friendly child but she gets scared at night. She-she needs her stuffed teddy to sleep."

"We would appreciate any tips you the viewers may have." Missie said, "Please call 1-800-66-Kylie. The generous souls of the 55th police station and far has raised ten thousand dollars for the safe return of Kylie. If you would like to donate to that or to the search fun please direct fund to the 55th fire station. The address will be put up shortly."

"Please…" Carlos stared at the camera. Tears were obvious. "Please return my Kylie back safely. Out lives are so empty. Baby, if you're watching this tu mi amour. We're looking hard, K-Kylie." Carlos closed his eyes tightly.

"The number again is 1-800-66-Kylie." Missie said, "Please give us any information." The red light turned off, "you did a good job, Mr. Nieto."

"Whatever." Carlos ripped off the mic and go away from the desk.

"Good job, Nieto." Walsh said. He had come along to forsee the whole interview.

"I wish people would stop saying that!" Carlos snapped, "I did shit! Kylie would be back in my arms if I did a good job."

"Let it work, Carlos. Give it time." Walsh said.

"We don't have time!" Carlos cried, "Every hour that passes…She could…She could be dead." he started to cry, "She can't be dead!!"

"She's not." Walsh grabbed Carlos' shoulders, "Kylie is not dead. She's sitting somewhere safe waiting to be found." Carlos fell into Walsh, sobbing. Walsh sighed softly, holding him. Carlos could cry like this in front of Kim. He needed to release his emotion…What he needed was his daughter.
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