Sorry for the wait. It's been a tough time on family recently. But we seem to be pulling it together. The chapter is a bit shorter then I would have wished, but I decided to just go ahead and post it cause I believed that you all had waited long enough. So here is the chapter, hope you like it.

By the way, I thought I would mention this. It just accrued to me that some of you might now know what the heck I am talking about when I say KFC. KFC stands for Kentucky Fried Chicken. It's a really good chicken restaurant but I remembered that some of you might now have any KFC's where you live so I decided to point that out.

Also, I have a reference to MASH in this chapter. I LOVE that show. It is my (close) second favorite show ever! Its about army doctors (just so you know).

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Julie grabbed her stomach in pain. She drew back her hand and looked at it, it was covered in blood. She had woken up with Bob striking her with one blow across her stomach using his knife. After that he stormed out of the room, slamming the door. There was a tare across the lower part of her orange shirt where the blade made contact. Julie put her hand back over her stomach as she looked desperately around the room. Her eyes landed on the KFC bag on the other end of the room. She painfully stood herself up and walked across the room. She opened the bag and looked for-…bingo. She pulled out the paper napkins, lifted up her shirt and slowly began dabbing the gash. As she doctored her wound her thought drifted to her mother. She wondered what she was doing right that moment. She wondered what her mother would say or do if she could see her now. On the floor dabbing herself with napkins, with her shirt all bloody, well…that part probably would mind her that much…she never did like that shirt, she said it was "too revealing for a girl of her age." Of course Julie disagreed. She would tell her mother that "just because it's a V-neck doesn't mean its 'too revealing'". And of course Natalie disagreed with her. How Julie ever convinced her to buy it, we will never know. But you could be sure that after thinking about all that…Julie was heart broken. It was that sort of moment in time that would convince someone that there was little, if any, hope left for them, and that is the exact the feeling Julie was experiencing at that very moment.

Were they ever going to find her? Was she ever going to see her mom again? Would she ever get to go back to school…or get to see her friends again? If not, what should happen to her? Would she just live there forever? Would she grow old and die there? Would she be there for years? Would Bob keep getting angry and hurt her again? Would she escape? Would he kill her before she could?

Would she ever have a normal life, HER normal life back?

She sniffed and wiped away the tears from her cheek. She had to pull it together. All that was nonsense! Of course they were going to find her! Of course she was gonna be ok! Mr. Monk would find her! She had to keep thinking that. But right now, she had something else to worry about. The bleeding had mostly stopped but she had watched enough MASH episodes with her mom to know that she had to keep pressure on it to try to get the bleeding to stop. She glanced in the bag again...good there were still enough napkins. She walked back over to the closet and grabbed a tie that was hanging up; she walked back over to the bag and grabbed a hand full of napkins. Making sure to do it quickly, she took the old (and bloody) napkins off and stuck the new, fresh ones, on. Then with her other hand she looped the tie around herself and tied it tight to hold the napkins in place. It worked! Now she could experience extreme amounts of pain without having to use her hands! Hooray! She tried to think of something else that she could do to take care of herself but nothing came to mind. So instead, she walked over to the coach and laid down. This was a refreshing feeling, for it was the first time she got to sleep laying down since she got there. All the other nights she had been tied up to that pillar. This time Bob had left in such a huff that he had forgotten to tie her up. Good thing too, other wise she would'nt have been able to doctor herself properly (not that her mess of a medic impersonation was good enough to be considered proper. But she believed it to be a fantastic job, considering it to be done by a kid with no training other then what she saw on TV and to have only napkins and a tie to work with.). But while Julie was thinking of all these things, she fell fast asleep.

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Bob walked over to his kitchen sink. He turned on the hot water and waited for it to steam. Once it was to an approving level of heat, he stuck his knife in at an angle so as not to splash himself. Once the blade was rid of blood and in his opinion sterile, he turned off the water and began to dry the knife.

That cop showing up was way to close of a call for him to handle. He didn't know what to do. He should have known all those years ago that agreeing to this would mean trouble. There is no way they were going to get away with this, not with a live piece of evidence kicking and screaming down in his basement! He was never cut out for this kind of job. Ok yeah, he was a crook, but even still, he was just a small job con man. Murder and kidnapping were two things that he just should have kept away from. Now look at him! Hands shaking with fright, standing in his kitchen with wide eyes and a little girl in his basement, wondering if he's gonna get caught, wondering if he's gonna get thrown in jail. If he does go to jail over this he's gonna talk! Oh boy, he is going to sing like a canary! No way he's gonna lie to keep that piece of slime's butt out of jail! No-no-no, if he gets caught, he's telling the cops everything he knows! …Maybe then they'll go a little easer on him……. maybe.

Bob grabbed another piece of chicken and walked over to his living room, turning on the TV with a huff. The news was on.

"As we take a look into our latest local news, we turn things over to our very own, Robby Neilson."

"Thank you Ronda. Yes, in latest news we have had a sudden out brake in robberies across town. So far they have hit four gas stations, two pizza places and one small grocery store. Also, after nine years of no leads, police say that they have had, what they say to be, a huge brake in a case caused over nine years ago with the killing of a cop's wife."

At this point the shot changed to show Capt. Leland Stottlemeyer at a press conference.

"Can you give us any names?" Asked a reporter.

"I am not able to relies that information to you just yet."

"Will it be possible for us to get a word in with the husband?"

"No. He will not be answering any questions at this time." Stottlemeyer said quickly.

"Is it true he's working on the case?"

"Yes, that is true. He is probably the best cop I know, and I have no doubt that he is going to nail this guy."

"Do you know when?"

"We're not sure exactly when, but we can tell you its gonna be soon."

"Can you tell us more abou-"

Bob flipped off the TV and grabbed a phone.

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Karen Stottlemeyer picked up the ringing phone. "Hello?" She said.

"I wanna talk to captain Stottlemeyer, right now!" came the voice.

"Oh, alright. I'll get him for you." Karen said. She hurried through the house looking for her husband. She had no idea who this man was on the phone. She assumed it was one of the police men at the prescient from his sternness, and she knew that what ever he wanted, it had to be of high importance for him to use that kind of tone.

She entered her bedroom to find a certain Leland Stottlemeyer wearing nothing but his underwear and a dress shirt. He was trying to iron his dress pants put was having a hard time keeping them on the ironing board.

"Dear," she said as she approached her husband and held out the cordless phone. "Therese a man on the phone for you. It sounds urgent."

"Yeah, ok." Said a frustrated Stottlemeyer. "Honey, would you mind?" he asked as he held up the iron and the pants.

Karen sighed and took both objects after setting the phone down on the bed.

Leland smile, gave his wife a kiss on the cheek and grabbed the phone. "This is Stottlemeyer."

"I've got a bone to pick with you Captain." Came the rough voice that Stottlemeyer recognized but still could not put his finger on it.

"Do I know you?" Stottlemeyer asked as he was heading out the door but was stopped by his wife.

"Leland you don't have on your pants, remember?" warned Karen.

Stottlemeyer gave his wife a grateful smile then closed the bedroom door. He then, once again, turned his full attention to the familiar voice on the other end of the line.

"Yes," came the voice. "you do know me. We've spoken before. Remember Rachel?"

It was at that moment that the realization hit Stottlemeyer. This was the man that they had been looking for. This was the man that knew where Julie was. "You!" Stottlemeyer said in a tone that was close to a shout.

"That's right, me." Bob said. "Now if I'm not mistaken, I gave you clear warning as to what would happen if you didn't call off the case, did I not?"

"Liste-"

"Well guess what pal, I just checked the news and found that you still have not called off the case."

"You ca-" Stottlemeyer one again tried to cut in, but soon failed.

"And did I not tell you what would happen if you did not call it off?"

"Alright, listen." Stottlemeyer began, trying to sound as calm as possible. "If you want, we can set something up and talk about it. All we ask is that you return the girl safely to her family."

"No, we're talking now! I'm not gonna do any of that that 'meet me at this place at this time' crap! This is gonna happen here and now, or Rachel's dead!"

"Ok, ok fine."

"Now I will tell you ONE more time, CALL OFF THE CASE!"

"Now hold on. I am the captain of the SFPD. Do you have any idea how many cases I have sitting on my desk! You're gonna have to be a bit more specific then that!"

"Alright, alright!" Bob shouted into the phone.

Stottlemeyer heard the man on the other end of the line quickly swear and then proceeded to make spitting sounds near the phone.

"D--- chicken bone! Nearly broke my tooth off." Bob cursed as he spit the chicken bone out of his mouth. "Listen Coppy! Something tells me that you already know what case I'm talking about. I'm talking about the Trudy case for heavens sake!"

Stottlemeyer was surprised. For some reason, hearing this man call Trudy by name seemed to catch Stottlemeyer off guard.

"Now you call off that case or you aint never gonna see Rachel AGAIN!" Bob brought the phone away from his ear and roughly pressed the 'End' button.

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There ya go folks. I haven't got any more quite yet, but the rest is coming up, I can assure you of that. So….until I get the next chapter ready…you could bless me by sending a review. Tell me your thoughts on the chapter. Tell me what you liked and didn't like. Tell me where I screwed up the story line. Tell me what made you laugh, smile, or giggle. Tell me all your thoughts (On the CHAPTER! ……I don't want to know about ever thing that passes through your head while you are writing the review, I don't want to know about what you ate for breakfast or what you intend to eat for dinner. All I want to know is what you thought about the chapter. lol).

Until then,

--Monker