I squinted my eyes at the sudden light that flooded my senses and it was like looking through a fog as I tried to clear my vision enough to see who my kidnappers were.

"Hello, Jude." The voice said mockingly as I blinked one more time and looked up at the face in utter shock.

"Felicia." I said coldly. "What is this? Are you psycho Barbie?" I asked sarcastically, knowing that as I did that I probably shouldn't provoke her, but I was suddenly very very angry upon seeing her face. She sniffed as she chuckled and raised her brows cattily. I never even saw it coming. A resounding 'slap' filled the quiet room as the palm of her hand connected with my cheek, and I winced at the burning sensation that radiated from the spot. Glaring at her, I squirmed as the ropes cut into my wrists, spitting in her face as I did.

"Are you that insane, Felicia? Seriously, I know some therapists that could tighten some of those loose mental screws." I said on a gasp as I felt the welt on my cheek tingle. I could almost imagine the bruise that was developing there. Felicia smiled wickedly when she noticed my discomfort, pointing at someone behind her as she cackled.

"I'm just doing you a favor, minx." Felicia said as she turned to the second figure, who to no surprise of mine, was the 'psycho fan' from L.A. Turns out her name is Carrie. Okay, suddenly picturing the girl from the horror flick. Ugggghhh! I shuddered. I hate horror movies. Carrie moved forward almost shyly, lifted me up from under my armpits, and hauled me rather harshly across the room letting my legs drag behind me before dumping me unceremoniously onto a wooden chair. I glared at the two as my hip made contact with the side of the chair, watching as they both laughed before sitting across from me. I suddenly felt like I was in a very bad B rated version of Basic Instinct. God, what was it about me and movie synopsis lately! Felicia looked me up and down before mumbling something about "what does he see in her anyway" before leaning forward slightly to run a finger down the wounded side of my cheek. I flinched away from her touch.

"Seriously, what is this, Felicia? Tommy anonymous? Are there six steps to this program because I am suddenly beginning to feel like step number one." I asked whimsically as I looked from one girl to the other. Felicia gazed at me almost as if she were irate about the whole situation.

"Tommy owes me." She said with a shrug. "And you just happen to be my bait." She finished with a wry quirk of her lips as I frowned thoughtfully.

"Is dating Tommy really this destructive? Because so far I have not felt any psychotic tendencies. Should I start looking for symptoms?" I asked almost humorously as I glanced down at my body and then at the girls again. Felicia just laughed before, once again without any notice, ramming her fist into the side of my face. This time I managed to see it coming enough that I ducked so that her fist connected with my right temple instead. I could feel a ring she wore on her left ring finger dig into the skin near my hairline, and I assumed as a wet sensation started to drip slightly down the side of my face, that it had cut into my skin. Okay. Note to self: Quit being a smart ass, Jude. Remember the girl is psycho. I glanced back at her sullenly no longer even trying to be funny as I gazed into her eyes. Something told me she wouldn't have any problems killing me. I was suddenly very depressed.

"What did he do to you Felicia?" I asked softly, but she just shook her head as if I had no right to know before pointing to Carrie and then back at the box.

"Put her back in." Felicia said coldly as I shivered violently at the idea of being back in that suffocating space. Carrie came back over to me, dragged me to a bathroom and let me relieve myself and get a drink of water before dragging me again toward the chest. I almost begged her not to do it, but I found I didn't have it in me to squabble at her feet. I felt the tears come as the lid of the box clicked shut one more time, knowing now that the darkness was more my friend than what was lying outside in the light. And once again, I just let the tears come—burning the open wounds on my face as they flowed. The box was cold and somewhere in the struggle after leaving the hotel, my shoes had disappeared and the flimsy t-shirt and cotton shorts that I wore did nothing to close out the cold. My body shook with the chilliness and I could feel my nose running slightly. A tickle at the back of my throat told me that I was well on my way to being unwell. It had to have been at least a day since I had been put in here, and so far they hadn't even fed me. "Tommy!" I yelled in my mind as I heard the door of the room close realizing that I was being left alone in the dark.

Back in Jude's Hotel Room a full day later...

Tommy sat on the edge of the hotel room bed with his head grasped firmly in his hands as, for yet a second day, the police kept asking questions without getting anywhere. He was really starting to get rather antsy. He glanced sullenly at the tennis shoes marks on the floor as the bed dipped down beside him before Kwest's voice broke the silence.

"You're blaming yourself aren't you?" Kwest asked quietly as he followed Tommy's gaze. Tom sat back and looked Kwest straight in the eye.

"She told me after the concert that she thought someone was watching her. She even told me who so, yes, I feel responsible. I should have paid more attention." Tom answered despairingly. Kwest shook his head ardently.

"None of us listened to her, Tommy. But at least the police have a name and a suspect now." Kwest said with a shrug as he placed his palm against the back of Tom's shoulder.

"Bro, let it go. Sulking won't help." He said reassuringly as Tom shook off his hand and stood up.

"Then I guess it's time we do something that does." He said with finality as he walked over to the police and started talking to them animatedly. A couple of hours later, the police had narrowed down a few property locations owned by Carrie's father, hoping as they set out to investigate that one of them would have a hidden Jude there. Tom rubbed his neck in exhaustion as he sauntered back over to Kwest—noticing out of the corner of his eye a very miserable looking Felicia as she snuck into the room. "I wonder where's she's been?" Tommy thought to himself as he shrugged and grabbed a cup of coffee off the table of the little kitchenette in the room.

"Looks serious." Felicia stated as she sidled up to Tommy and placed her hand on his arm. Tommy first looked down at her hand narrowly before shaking it off and stepping away from her hurriedly.

"What?" She asked innocently. "I was just trying to offer you some support." Felicia said with a pout as Tommy rolled his eyes and glared at her.

"Jude's missing. The only support we're looking for right now is from someone who knows where she is." Tommy said with a frown as he watched Felicia's face turn red with anger and something else he couldn't quite place before she turned and stormed away. Something was definitely up there. Day two had come to an end to fade into day three when a thought that had been nibbling persistently at the back his mind suddenly clicked into place.

Back to Jude...

I was beginning to feel dizzy inside this small space and hunger pains were eating excruciatingly against the back of my spine. I had pretty much figured out that Carrie was my jailer—letting me out every so often to go to the restroom or to make sure that I had a drink of water. I had no idea who had taught her how to tie a knot but I had been working at my wrists for what I was guessing a little over two days and had only made a little headway, which I hid as best I could. Here's to wishing I had decided to join the girl scouts when my mom begged me to years ago. Terrifyingly enough, I had also noticed a gun lying on a table in the room outside, and I had no desire to provoke someone to use it. I was beginning to feel colder in my small little chest, and the shivers that wracked me had turned all but violent so I was pretty positive that the little sore throat I had noticed before was turning feverish. Now as I lay curled up, nibbling once again at the ropes on my wrist, I almost cried in relief as I felt an edge of the material give way. Only a little more to go…

Tommy, Felicia, Kwest, Darius, Liam, Portia, SME, Jamie, Patsy, the Moore's, Sadie and Victoria at the Studio…

Everyone was attempting to mix and finalize a few of Jude's newest tracks for what they hoped would start a third album for her when Jamie suddenly sat back on his heels and threw his hands up into the air. Nobody said anything. They knew how he felt. With Jude missing, it just wasn't easy to be very productive. Sadie and Victoria had flown in upon hearing about Jude going missing, and Victoria sat in the corner of the studio crying as she had been all day. Darius was just about to send everyone home for the day when Tommy suddenly burst into the room looking a little loose around the edges. Okay, highly pissed off is a much better description than that. Heading straight for Felicia, he almost choked her as he shook her violently, clearly about to lose it when Kwest and Darius grabbed him from behind.

"What the hell?" Darius almost yelled as he tugged at Tommy's tense arms. Tommy just ignored them as he glared at Felicia with eyes burning with hate.

"Where is she, Felicia?" Tommy practically growled.


Author's Footnote: What happens next? Let me know what you guys think and I will try my best to post some more later today. Please R&R!