A/N: Whew. I was going through my computer today, and came across Second Time Around. I read it. And I forgot how much I loved writing that story. Then I remembered, I started a sequel! Here's chapter 2 of it.

Oh, and an FYI there are going to be many flashbacks to when the kids were small in this story. I'll be sure to let you know where they are.

I hope you're all still interested! It's been so long!

Emma Morgan woke to see her father sitting on her bed beside her. She felt his blue eyes on her, and forced her lips to curve into a smile for him.

"Hi Dad." she said as she wiped the sleep from her eyes and began to sit up. "I must have fallen asleep doing my homework."

"Yeah you did." He couldn't help it, Jason reached out to touch her hair. "You want to tell me what happened today?"

Emma groaned and flung her face back into her pillow. "I hate Jake!"

"Your brother's just trying to protect you. He was right to come to me and tell me."

"Dad, honestly, it was nothing." Emma sighed, lifting her head again.

"You know you can tell me anything right?" Jason asked, cupping her chin and forcing her to look directly at him.

"Yes." She said briefly.

"Good. Because, you know that I just find out what's going on anyways. You never could hide things from me."

"You always caught me. Even if I was just sneaking a cookie before dinner," Emma laughed at the memory. Her father had made her put the cookie back, and confess to her mother, who'd refused to let her have dessert. Her dad had come up to her room after, two cookies in his hand.

"Please tell me what happened today, Emma. There's been some trouble recently, and I know that you think you can take care of yourself, but it's my job to protect you. Let me do that." Jason leaned forward to look into his daughter's eyes.

"I've seen him before. I think he knows who I am," Emma said warily.

"Who? What does he look like?" Jason asked, his entire body going tense.

"He's Spanish. That I'm sure of. His eyes are cold, dead. He makes sure that I see him, but I don't think he counted on Jake and Morgan making him out. They're smart boys when they're not surrounded by gawking girls." Emma sighed and placed her head in her hands. "This means bodyguards right?"

"I'm sorry to do that to you. I know it's not fair. But I can't take chances. Not with my family." Jason kissed the top of Emma's head. "I need you to come to me if you see this man again."

"Okay."

"Promise me, Emma."

"I promise, Dad."

Courtney paced the bedroom after Jason filled her in on the conversation he'd had with their daughter.

"You don't think that it's happening again do you?" Courtney asked after minutes of silence. She looked toward her husband, who was sitting on the edge of their bed, watching his wife.

"I don't know, Courtney. There's not much I can tell you. I'm putting bodyguards on Jake and Emma. Max will drive them to and from school. They won't take my kids away from me again."

Courtney looked directly at her husband, as memories came whirling back. Memories she'd hoped would never have to resurface again. She knew Jason was thinking the same thing as she was. 10 years ago, almost to the day, their children had been kidnapped. And it had been four months. Four months until they'd gotten them back.

Flashback

Courtney had been in the car, on her way to pick up Jake from 1st grade, and Emma from kindergarten. She'd missed them while they were at school. The house was so empty with everyone gone. There was no pitter-patter of feet, no noise coming from the television, no bickering.

Courtney thought she'd almost love it if she didn't hate it so much. She was surprised when her phone rang and she saw it was Jason. He'd told her he'd be in meetings all day.

"Hi," she answered. "How're the meetings going?"

"Courtney are the kids with you?" Jason asked, frantic with worry over the call he'd just received from the school.

"No, I'm on my way to pick them up. Why?" she detected the hint of fear in his voice, and thought about pulling over.

"The school just called. Jake and Emma apparently didn't come back after recess. The school called to remind me to make sure to sign them out if we take them home early." Jason fought back the wave of nausea he felt. His kids, was all he could think. He didn't know where his kids were.

"Jason." Courtney really did pull over as she began to cry. "Jason, how could two kids go missing at their own school?"

"Listen to me. I need you to go home, okay? Go home and let me handle this. Stay with Carly, and don't do anything crazy. I'm going to find them." Jason said, hearing Courtney's voice breaking was hurting him. What was hurting him more was that he didn't know where his kids were. He didn't know if they were even alive.

"I can't do nothing, Jason! They're my kids too! I love them just as much as you do. I'm going to the school. I'm going to ask them how they let a six year old little boy and a five year old little girl disappear without a trace. Try and stop me from finding out where my kids are." And she hung up without another word to her husband, pulled back onto the road, and sped to the school.

End Flashback

Courtney shook her head at the memory.

"They're older now. Jake's almost taller than me. He's certainly taller than you." Jason chuckled and got up to wrap his wife in his arms.

"You promised me that we would never let this happen again. It's too convenient Jason. Almost ten years to the day. Explain that." Courtney felt herself begin to shake, begin to cry.

"I can't explain it. But I'm going to do everything I can to make sure that Jake and Emma are safe. They can end up hating me for it. I don't care. As long as my kids are protected at the end of the day." He kissed Courtney's temple.

"What if it comes down to us or the business?" Her question stopped Jason, and she knew it.

"Then it's you. Always."