She walked out of her room wearing a pair of black shorts and a baggy white t-shirt. She saw SPeed lounging on the sofa, watching some music special on VH1. She sat down beside him and the picture changed to a newsflash. "And in news today, does Jamie Andrews really beat his wife, Jude Harrison Andrews, or is it all a publicity stung?" The picture changed toJamie, dressed in a flattering suit. "I would never hit Jude. She's the love of my life," he said with a sickly sweet smile.

"Are they nuts?" she raged. "Why the hell would I need publicity, and even if I did, why would I use something as horrible as that, to get it?"

"Jude, you know the press is going to devour this. It's another a celebrity break-up."

"That's not what bothers me."

"Then what does?"

The fact that everyone doubts that Jamie did what he did."

"It's the power of the press. If Jamie was some middle-class nobody, everyone would believe you, but because he has a high social status, not everyone is going to believe you, just to start some controversy."

"Well, it sucks."

"Tell me about it. Remember when Patsy and I broke up," Speed asked, referring to Jude's punk rock, borederline goth, friend, whome he dated for five months, in a very high profile relationship.

"How could anyone forget that? The tabloids made things up to make it sound like you were at each others throats."

"Exactly, and we really weren't. Look, you know the media will make anything up, but you know your firneds, the people who matter, don't believe any of it for even a second."

"Yeah but the rest of the world does."

"I doubt it."

Jude sighed when the doorbell rang. She pulled herself off the couch and walked to the already open door.

"Not expecting me babe?" Jame taunted her shocked look.

"You shouldn't be here," she said in a shaky voice as she tried to close the door. He pushed against it and walked into the house.

"But I am here."

After Jude didn't come back for a few minutes, Speed got up and walked towards the door. Jamie had his arm wrapped around Jude's neck, with a gun pointed at her head.

"Speed, nice to see you man."

"Shut-up Jamie. You really don't want to be doing this."

"Oh I don't? One more move and I'll shoot her Speed, and don't think I won't do it," he said, backing away towards his car.

Speed looked at Jude, her eyes wide with fear, her body tense as Jame held a firm grip on her. He knew there was nothing he could do, without risking her safety, and even her life. He wouldn't put it past Jamie to shoot her and that killed him. He sent her a helpless look with his eyes.

Her heart raced as she felt Jamie's grip around her neck. She kept telling herself that this wasn't happening. Jamie wasn't holding a gun to her head, and threating Speed. But, with one look at Speed's penetrating brown eyes, she knew she was in too depe. Her thoughts switched to Tommy as Jamie threw her in his red corvette. Sweet, caring, Tommy. She didn't know what Jamie planned to do with her, but she knew the conversation she'd had with Tommy, earlier that morning, could have been their last.

"She's gone Tommy," Speed said on the phone.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Jamie came and took her."

"And you didn't stop him?"

"He kind of had a gun to her head and said if I moved he'd shoot her. What would you have done?"

"Oh God," Tommy said to himself, getting odd looks from both Kwest and Portia.

"I'm sorry Tommy, there wasn't exactly much I could do."

"It's...it's not your fault. Look, just call the cops and stay at my house," Tommy said as he quickly hung up.

"What's wrong man?" Kwest asked.

"He took her."

"You're kidding me."

He shook his head. "Speed already called the cops."

"Tommy, I'm so sorry," Portia said.

"Thanks," his voice cracked as he left the room. He sprinted to his office, slammed the door, and sunk to the floor. With his head in his hands, violent sobs racked his body, and tears flowed freely.