Kwest quickly called Sadie and filled her in before setting off to find Tommy. He sighed as he sobs through the door of Tom's office. "Tommy, man, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Alright," he walked on and found Portia. "Do you want to go talk to him? It's bad enough that I have to go home to a sobbing, pregnant wife."

"And what am I supposed to say to him?"

"I don't know."

Portia groaned. "You owe me for this. Big time."

"Thank you Portia."

"Yeah, whatever," she muttered to herself. She walked towards Tommy's office and knocked on the door. "Tom , can I come in?" She waited a few seconds, and recieved no reply. raefully opened the door and saw Tommy huddled in the corner. She had never seen him like this, so vulnerable, and emotional. His eyes were red and swollen from crying, somethinngia had never seen him do.She walked over to him and knelt down in front of him.

"Hey," she said softly.

He made no sound, and instead stared at the blank wall in front of him.

"Tommy, I know you're hurting but-"

"Hurting doesn't even begin to describe it. I promised I would protect her. I told her to trust me and everything would be okay."

"Everything will be okay Tommy."

"Don't you get it? Jamie had a gun. He could have already killed her for all we know."

"You can't think that Tommy."

"You can't tell me that you're not."

"Nobody knows Tommy."

He stood up and walked to his desk, picking up a picture of himself and Jude singing together. It had been their first duet. He could remember the exact moment. They had just finished recording and Jude flung herself into his arms.

"I can't believe it's finally done."

"Me neither."

"So how does it feel to sing with a punk-rocker?"

"No different than it feels when I kiss one." He gently leaned down and softly placed his lips on hers.

"Tommy," Portia prodded.

"I have to find her."

"Don't do anything stupid..."

"Finding Jude, the love of my life, is stupid? Come on Portia."

"I'm just saying, Jamie's dangerous. He's not some puny kid anymore."

"I can handle it," he said through gritted teeth, grabbing his car keys off his desk and exiting the office.

"Tommy, get back here!"

"I'm going to bring her back."

Portia sighed and walked off in search of Kwest.

"How'd it go?"

"Just peachy Kwest. He left."

"He left?"

"He's going to find Jude."

"And where does he think he's going to find her? She could be anywhere."
"Tried to tell him that."

"The day just keeps getting better and better doesn't it?" Kwest rhetorically asked.

"Course."

"Get off me Jamie!"Jude yelled as he grabbed her from the car and dragged her into an abandoned warehouse. She wasn't far from Tommy's house, but who would think to look for her here?

"And let you get away? I don't think so babe."

"Don't call me that."

Jamie glanced at Jude and then at the silver gun he held. "Well the way I look at it is, I'm in charge here Jude. I can call you whatever I want, and I can do whatever I want with you, because I have my little friend here," he shook the gun in front of her.

"I hate you."

"Oh I always knew that. Poor little Jude, always in love with Tommy Q, but stuck with me. You will never be happy Jude, you can take my word for it."

"I don't think you realize how deep you're in Jamie. Speed saw everything. People are going to look for me."

"Yeah, they'll never find you Jude. And if they do, they won't recognize you, once I'm done."

A horrified expression paled Jude's face. She heard a soft groan from another room in the warehouse. "We're not the only ones here are we?"

"Nope," Jamie said, as he tied Jude to the bed, and went to get the other girl. He came back, holding a girl who looked to about 14 or 15, and was about Jude's height, with long red hair. Her face was bruised and her clothes were ripped. Jude couldn't even imagine what Jamie had done to the poor girl.

"What did you do to her?"

"Does it really matter? She's just part of my plan."

"Don't hurt her anymore."

"What does it matter to you Jude? You don't know her. She's just a kid I grabbed off the street," he slipped a finger underneath her chin and forced the girl to look at him. "I have to admit though, she has a hot body."

Jude was appalled at this crude man, she had so stupidly married. Maybe if she hadn't married him, she wouldn't be in this mess and neither would the girl.

"What Jude? Did I finally shut you up. It took long enough," he said, throwing the girl to the ground and slapping Jude.

She winced as she felt his hand connect with the side of her face. She would not let him have this handle on her. She would not let him win.

"I'll let you two ladies get acquainted, considering it'll be the last people you'll ever talk to," he said, as he exited the warehouse.

Jude struggled to sit up, but the way she was tied to the bed it was almost impossible.
"Are you okay?" she asked the girl.

"Yeah, it's been worse."

"I'm Jude And...Harrison."

"Lily."

"I'm really sorry Lily. You didn't ask for any of this."

"It's not your fault."

"How long have you been here?"

"I don't know. A few months I guess."

"Months?" Jude thought for a moment. This girl was the reason why Jamie wouldn't come home some nights. This girl was the reason he'd come home and push her aside.

"Yeah."

"I'm not even going to ask what he's done to you."

"That's good, because I don't really want to talk about it."

Jude sighed and leaned back against the headboard. She'd give anything to have Tommy's soft, warm arms envelope her body. She wanted to feel the steady rythym of his heartbeat against his chest. She wanted to tell him she loved him.