Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is kinda short, thanks for all the reviews, you all know how much I appreciate them! Enjoy!

The police were called and searched Alice Venturi's house. She was nowhere to be found. George and the kids came home to help out in anyway that they could, but the truth is that they could do nothing. We just had to wait for the police to track my maniac mother down—if they could.

I tried to stay positive and keep my head clear. I had to for Casey.

Casey was inconsolable. She had been sobbing for four hours straight, her eyes red and angry, her whole body trembling with fear and anger. I was ready to get in my car and join the police in tracking my mother down. But I had to stay with Casey… plus I don't think it would be good if I got my hands on my mother. I was a little more than pissed off at her right then and there.

Casey clung to me, then to her mother, then to Lizzie, and back to me again. She could barely breathe through her hysterical sobs. The only words she had said in the past four hours were murmured pleas of "I want my baby."

I gritted my teeth every time I heard those words from her, anger and pain stabbing at my heart. Without Jake, I felt like a piece of me had been ripped out—a piece of my heart.

"Derek, maybe you should bring Casey upstairs. She's worked herself up so much that she's probably going to pass out from exhaustion soon," Nora said gently to me. She had tear marks down her cheeks and her eyes were bloodshot as well.

I nodded solemnly. "You'll call me when you hear something," I didn't ask her. And I opted for the word "when" rather than "if."

"The second I do," Nora promised, and my dad wrapped his arms around his wife, looking quiet and pained as well. Even Marti was quiet and sullen. Edwin was talking to a police officer, filling him in on everything that he knew about my mother. Lizzie was at his side as usual, his silent source of support.

I pulled the sobbing Casey into my arms and easily lifted her up, cradling her against me. Her hands went around my neck weakly as I trekked up the stairs with her. I decided that being in her own bedroom with Jake's crib probably wasn't a good idea at that time, so I took her into my room instead. I left the door open so we could hear if anything went on downstairs, and only turned on my computer desk lamp before setting her down on my unmade bed. I gently took her shoes off, and she watched me through her tears. She didn't look comfortable in her stunning but short little dress, so I took that off of her and slid one of my large T-shirts over her head before untangling my blankets and pulling them over her.

I kicked off my sneakers and climbed onto the bed next to her, wrapping her up in my arms protectively.

"Shh," I whispered in her ear as she cried. "They'll find Jacob, don't worry about it, Case. I promise you we'll get him back." And we would. Because I would do anything to get my son back.

"Will… will she hurt him?" I heard Casey ask shakily, her voice hoarse and deep.

"No, no honey," I rubbed her back. I hated my mother with a passion now, but I knew that she would never hurt her grandson. At least, that's what I felt in my heart. I refused to believe otherwise.

"Wh-what does she w-want with h-him?" Casey asked, her sobs subsiding as I continued comforting her.

"I don't know," I said honestly. I had no idea why the hell she had taken him.

"I want my baby," she sniffled quietly, burying her face in my chest. My shirt was now soaked with tears, but I didn't care. I ran my fingers through her hair soothingly.

"I want him too," I told her softly, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. I loved that little guy more than anyone could imagine. "We'll get him back, baby, I promise we will. I'll never let anyone hurt our son, okay?" I heard her start to settle, and continued rubbing her back and gently playing with her soft brown hair. After a few minutes, I knew she was asleep. I stayed there for awhile, glad that Casey was resting, holding on to her. It wasn't so much as for her comfort, but it was for my own, too. Holding Casey like that made me actually feel like things were going to be okay.

I started to get anxious, wanting to know what was going on downstairs, and so I willed myself to detach my body from Casey's. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and quietly slipped out the door. I bounded downstairs. It was very late, but everyone was still in the living room. Dad and Nora were talking to two police officers, Lizzie and Edwin were sitting on the couch talking quietly and seriously, and Marti was asleep on my favorite chair.

"Any update?" I asked hopefully as I approached my Dad.

He shook his head. "Sorry, son. There are a bunch of officers combing the area. They're on the phone with the airport, too."

My eyes widened. "They think she took Jake away? Like away away?"

Nora shrugged gently. "We don't know, honey. All we can do right now is just let the police do their job."

I was getting angry again. "There has to be something that I can—something—DAMN IT!" I shouted, my temper getting the best of me as I kicked the wall. I felt angry tears falling down and suddenly Nora's arms went around me.

"I love him," I choked into her shoulder. "I just love him so much."

"Oh, I know, honey," her own tears flowed freely as she rocked me in her arms. "He'll be fine, sweetie." She kissed my head and I felt the warmth of motherly love. How ironic.

"We may have found them," I heard a police officer say and I bolted up and out of Nora's grasp.

"What?" I looked expectantly at the officer who had spoken as I wiped my eyes lamely.

"We found an Alice Marie Jones that matches your description. She was at the airport two hours ago with a baby Henry Jones," the policeman had a notepad out and was scribbling stuff down as he spoke.

"Jones is Alice's maiden name," my dad said with a slow nod. "She doesn't use it anymore. She kept my name."

"Where is she now?" I asked impatiently. It had to be them.

I heard Edwin ask in a dismayed voice, "Henry?"

"On a flight to the United Kingdom," the officer supplied. "We'll call London Heathrow Security and have them grab her when their flight lands."

I gaped. "London!"

The officer nodded and I sat down, feeling suddenly too exhausted to stand. Then I thought of Casey. I wanted to tell her what was going on, but I also knew that she needed her sleep. But I knew that if I was the one who had fallen asleep that I would want to be woken up immediately with that news.

After mulling it around for a few moments, I went upstairs and into my bedroom where Casey was sleeping. Her face was screwed up in worry even in her slumber.

"Casey," I gently shook her. She didn't move. "Casey," I said a little bit louder.

"Jake?" Casey gasped, her eyes flying open as she awoke with a start.

"Shh," I calmed her down, instantly taking her hands in mine. "They found them."

Casey let out a whimpered cry of relief. "Where?"

"They're headed for London," I told her slowly.

"London?" Casey looked completely bewildered.

I nodded, lacing my fingers through hers. "They're going to grab them as soon as their flight lands."

"So Jake's okay?" Casey seemed to hold her breath.

"He seems to be," I gave her a firm nod.

"Oh thank God," she breathed. She seemed to relax a little bit. But I knew she would not be fully relaxed again until she had Jake back in her arms. Neither would I.

"So now what do we do?" she whispered after a few moments of silence.

I stared down at her red eyes. "We just wait, I guess. He'll be back with us in no time, honey. Get some rest."

"I don't want to sleep," she said quietly but stubbornly. I couldn't help but give a bit of a chuckle at how she sounded like such a little kid.

"Just rest then," I told her, lying down on the bed and pulling her against me. She seemed to fight it for a second, but then relented and laid her head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat as we both thought about having our son back with us, safe and sound.

I don't know how long the two of us were out for, but I knew that when we woke up I couldn't believe that I had actually slept with all that was going on. I must have worked myself up into exhaustion, too.

Nora woke us up gently and told us that they had gotten Alice and Jake. Both were fine, and in British police security. They would be flying back in the afternoon.

"So when will Jake be back here?" was all Casey cared about.

"Late tonight," Nora said. "It's only 7 in the morning. You two should try to get some rest for now. Jake's in good hands." She gave a small encouraging smile to the two of us before leaving, shutting the door gently behind her.

"I don't think I can wait that long," Casey sighed heavily. "I just want him here with us."

"Me too, Case," I kissed her cheek and hugged her tightly. "He'll be back with us tonight. And then I'm never letting the two of you out of my sight again."

Casey gave a gentle chuckle. "Ditto." She placed a kiss on my temple and cuddled up against me.

We didn't sleep. We just lied in bed together for hours, not saying anything, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Each of us was deep in our own thoughts—thoughts that revolved around Jacob Michael. I knew it was going to be pretty much the longest day of my life, waiting for him to come back home to us.

Nora tried to get us both to eat, even bringing up brunch trays to us, but we could only nibble. I guess neither of us had much of an appetite. Nora did convince us to take showers, though, hoping that it would liven us up a little bit. I let Casey have the shower first, and she came back with sweatpants, a sweatshirt, wet tangled hair, and still a tense expression on her face. I told her to relax and gave her some entertainment magazines for her to look through while I was taking my shower.

Showering actually did refresh me a little bit, but not much. I still had that nagging feeling of something missing in my heart and it hurt. Even though I knew Jake was alright, I just really needed him home with me and Casey.

I pulled on sweatpants and an Our Lady Peace T-shirt from a concert I went to a few summers ago. I found Casey on my bed, actually thumbing through the magazines I had given her. She sighed when I sat down next to her.

"Waiting sucks," she said bluntly.

I chuckled, pulling her closer to me. "Yeah, it does." I kissed her forehead and ran my fingers through her wet hair, combing it out gently.

"I bet he's scared without us," her voice came out muffled and I could tell she was trying not to cry again.

I pushed away the maddening thought of little Jake frightened and alone, not knowing what was going on and where his mommy and daddy were. Closing my eyes, I breathed in the fruity smell of Casey's shampoo.

"He'll be back with us soon," was all I could say to comfort us both.

It ended up being the longest day of my life. All Casey and I did was fidget and apprehensively look at the clock every two minutes. Everybody kept trying to get our minds off of Jake, but it was impossible.

We kept ourselves near the phone in case there was any news, so when it rang around 4PM, I grabbed it before it was even finished with its first ring.

"Hello?" I hoped I didn't sound too psychotic.

"Mr. Venturi?" asked an official-sounding voice.

"I'm Derek Venturi," I responded.

"Mr. Venturi, this is Jordan Glendale with British Air. We have flight information for you. Your son will be arriving on Flight #4298 from London-Heathrow at approximately 20:25."

My eyes searched wildly for a pen and paper, and it seemed that Casey, who was practically on top of me trying to listen in on the phone conversation, knew what I was looking for and frantically thrust a notepad and a pencil at me.

I jotted down the information. "Is my son alright?" I had to ask.

"He's fine, sir. He's in good hands," Jordan said and I let out a heavy breath of relief. Casey must have heard too because I felt her relax next to me.

"Thank you," I said to the man and we hung up. Casey immediately launched herself at me, giving me a tight hug, and before I had the chance to react, she was leaping onto her feet.

"Let's get to the airport!" she exclaimed excitedly.

I smiled as she ran to the closet to grab her jacket. "Case, the plane doesn't land for another four hours."

"So?" she shrugged, shoving her feet into her tennis shoes. She bit her lip, pausing. "I should go get Jake a jacket, hat, and mittens. It's probably cold out." She ran past me and up the stairs like she was being timed or something.

I went into the kitchen, where Nora and my dad were sitting at the table, drinking coffee quietly, an air of tension around them. They wanted Jake back safe and sound as well.

When I told them what the man on the phone had told me, they seemed relieved.

"I guess we're on our way to the airport now," I informed them about how Casey wanted to get there as soon as possible.

"I'll come with you," my dad said, suddenly on his feet. "I'll drive. It's starting to snow outside."

I gave him a small smile of thanks and went upstairs to grab my sneakers and my girlfriend. I found Casey in her bedroom, packing Jake's diaper bag.

"I can't wait to have him in my arms again," she told me, filling the diaper bag with way more of Jake's things than needed.

I nodded, feeling the exact same way. She took my hand as soon as she was done, giving me an excited smile, and practically yanked me down the stairs as quickly as possible.

We were off to go get our son.