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No... just no... don't even say it...

Author's Note:

Ah, the long awaited update! Holla! Well, I hope you guys like this chapter. I spent quite a while trying to get the right emotion out of Tifa and I think I did a pretty good job. Please leave feedback. I need your reviews!


Trish awoke with a pounding headache. "Geez, what happened?" She asked herself as she blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to get them to focus.

After man long moments of blurry vision, she finally discovered that she was lying on a pile of trash in a dark alley. "Wonderful," she said, getting up and brushing herself off. "Just what I needed."

She stumbled out of the alley, carefully rubbing the large goose egg that had formed on the crown of her head. She looked at her watch and jumped when she saw that it was almost four o'clock.

"Oh, shit!" She exclaimed as she took off running down the street. "I'm so late! Ms. Lockheart is gonna kill me."

Trish had never been this late before and she hoped that Tifa didn't wait around for her; she didn't want to get Tifa fired because she was late. When she arrived at Tifa's house she knocked briefly before twisting the doorknob, finding it unlocked, and walking inside.

"Ms. Lockheart?" Trish called as she walked through the house. She received no answer and, thinking that she had just taken Logan with her, went to leave.

She was getting ready to walk out the door when she spotted a white piece of paper that had been tapped to the television screen. She immediately thought it was for her from Tifa so she went over and grabbed it then proceeded to read the contents.

Dear Tifa Lockheart,

If you're wondering where your son is, the baby-sitter is certainly not to blame, and if you were thinking Cloud and I had just 'forgotten' about everything you're certainly wrong there. We have him and we are not giving him back. I hope you enjoyed the two years you had with him because you're never going to see him again.

Trish immediately began to panic. She needed to find Tifa. She folded the letter and stuffed it in one of her back pockets before leaving Tifa's house. She sprinted down the road toward the casino as fast as her legs could carry her. When she reached the front doors she ran through them and proceeded to the bar. She had been in the casino a few times before so she knew where she was going, thankfully. She didn't want to be running around for half an hour when she had a serious crisis on her hands.

She skidded to a stop in front of the bartender who gave her a worried look. "Whoa, there! Where's the fire?"

"I need to find Tifa Lockheart! Something bad has just happened!"

The bartender frowned before looking away from Trish and searching the area. He spotted Tifa and called her name, waving his hand in the air.

.xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

I frowned when I saw Trish standing at the bar and wondered what she was doing here, especially without my son. I set my tray down on the bar and didn't even get a word in edge wise before Trish jumped on me and shoved a folded piece of paper in my face. "What is it, Trish?"

"Just read it," she said, sitting down on one of the bar stools and taking a deep breath.

A feeling of dread rose up and I was almost afraid to read what Trish had just given me. I reluctantly unfolded the paper and read it. Once I was finished reading it, my knees started to shake and my limbs felt numb. My hands started to shake and I was afraid that if I didn't sit down that second I would collapse. I quickly sat down next to Trish and before I knew it tears were streaming down my face.

"No, this can't be happening." I said over and over to myself like if I said it enough maybe everything would be made better. But not this time. This wasn't a dream and the only that it could be made better was to have my son back safe and sound in my arms. Until then, I don't know what I'll do. I wiped my eyes and looked up. "I have to go."

Tony nodded. "I'll tell Raoul what happened. You do what you have to do."

I reached down and took my high heels off before taking off toward the parking garage. I had to get home as fast as I could, maybe Aeris had left something behind that might help me try to find where she took him.

Once I got home, I came crashing through the garage door and began searching the house. After ten minutes I had found nothing. Everything was in order, the only thing that was missing was Logan's blanket, his chocobo and his diaper bag.

Well, at least Aeris had some sense.

I stood in my living room, fresh tears once again pouring out of my eyes. "Oh God, what am I gonna do?" I asked myself as I walked in around in circles. Every second I wasted might result in something bad happening to Logan. I wouldn't be able to go on living if I arrived just in time to see my little boy slaughtered by a pair of maniacs, knowing that if I had been a few seconds earlier I might have been able to save him. My thoughts raced as I tried to come up with something, anything. "I have to find Reno." My mind made up I quickly got out of my work uniform and threw on a pair of denim shorts, a shirt and my shoes before I ran through the house and into the backyard where I kept the golden chocobo that Cloud had left behind.

I had the chocobo, whose name was Lightning, saddled up and ready to go in less than ten minutes then sped out of Costa del Sol and across the ocean as fast as Lightning could go. After an hour and a half or more I finally saw Junon on the horizon. I spurred Lightning on even faster and before I knew it I was running through the large city towards the tower.

I left Lightning in a chocobo stable then proceeded into the tower and took the elevator up to Reeve's office. The doors of the elevator opened and I wasted no time in sprinting down the hall. I reached Reeve's office door and didn't even bother knocking; I was hoping that Reno was in there with him. I flew through the door and, because I was going so fast, I fell to my knees from my inertia. I looked up and smiled when I saw Reeve and Reno sitting at the desk.

Reno got up from his chair and ran towards me. He kneeled on the floor next to me and grabbed my arms. "Tifa, what is it?" I couldn't hold back the tears that were threatening to spill from my eyes any longer. I continued to cry until Reno got sick of it. He grabbed my chin and made me look at him. "Tifa, for God's sake, what happened?" He questioned again.

I mumbled incoherently before I finally managed to choke some words out. "They took him. Reno, they took him."

Reno's eyes flared before he shot up from where he was kneeling. "That son of a bitch!" Reno bellowed, a kind of animalistic rage burning in his eyes.

Reeve chose this time to run over. "Who took who?" He asked, not hearing the beginning of the conversation.

Reno turned toward him. "That dick sucking mother fucker kidnapped Logan!" Reno said, taking much pleasure in not censoring himself.

A horrified look washed onto Reeve's face. "No, Tifa, you can't be serious!" He said, kneeling down and helping me stand.

"I've never been more serious in my life, Reeve," I said as I fell onto Reno's chest, wanting nothing else but for him to hold me.

Reno quickly wrapped his arms around me and tried to calm me down. While Reno continued to rock me in his arms, Reeve scratched his chin in thought and paced. "Well, did you try to look for any clues of where she could have taken him?"

I nodded my head where it was embedded in Reno's shirt. "Yeah," I replied through my sobs. "I tore the whole house apart. She didn't leave anything behind." I paused for a few seconds to catch my breath; the exertion of all that I had just been through on top of all the crying I had been doing was starting to take a toll on me. "It was Trish. I knew there was something weird about the way she was acting but I didn't think anything of it. I just thought she was having a bad day."

"Well, how many times have they tried to kidnap him?" Reeve asked, still pacing.

"This was the first time and they succeeded. I can't believe how stupid I am. I should have never left Logan alone. I should have just taken those three days off. The extra money won't be worth it if my son isn't here with me."

"Well, we need to find that soggy son of a bitch and castrate him," Reno said, bluntly still rubbing my back, offering as much comfort as he could at this point.

"Hold on," Reeve said, keeping up the pacing, which was becoming quite annoying. "We need to think things through. If we rush into things we're liable to miss something important. Is there any place were they would go?"

Reno froze. "I think I know."

I frowned and looked up at him. "How?"

"The old sailor shack on the beach. That's where I followed them. There's bound to be something there."

I gripped Reno's shirt. "Let's go now," I said urgently, pleading with my eyes.

He looked down at me and opened his mouth to object but immediately closed it when he saw the hurt and broken look on my face. He sighed and brought his hands up to my face then gently rested his forehead on mine. We shared a few silent moments before he backed away and looked at Reeve. "Reeve, I gotta go," he said simply. There really was no other way to say that he needed to help me.

Reeve smiled and nodded. "Go ahead. I can take care of everything."

"Thanks, man," Reno said, grabbing my hand and walking towards the door.

"Bye, Reeve!" I said, as Reno pulled the door open.

Reno closed the door behind him and we took off toward the elevator. "So, what's the battle plan, my dear?" Reno said, as we skidded to a halt in front of the elevator doors.

"Find Cloud and beat the living hell out of him and Aeris," I said, slamming my hand on the 'down' button.

"Now there's my fiery little fighter!" Reno exclaimed as we ran into the elevator.

We stood impatiently as we waited for the elevator to make its disgustingly slow descent to the bottom of the tower. Once we reached the bottom, we took off toward where I left Lightning and climbed on her back before traveling across the ocean.

.xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Logan's cries echoed out through the night causing Aeris and Cloud to wince at the ferocity. Logan's fear had turned to pure anger when he found that the girl that was supposed to be Trish was really someone else. He didn't understand how this strange lady could make herself look exactly like Trish but he didn't like her and he wanted his Mommy.

"Come on, Logan," Cloud said, rocking him. "It's Daddy. It's okay. Don't cry."

Cloud's pleas fell on deaf ears. Logan wanted his mother and he was going to get his mother come hell or high water. He'd scream until there was no breath left in his body.

"I can't take all this screaming!" Aeris announced. "I'm scared someone might hear and wonder what's going on."

Cloud paid no attention to her. He was obviously preoccupied with something a lot more serious than wondering if other people heard Logan's cries. Cloud bent down and set Logan on the floor, but, even though his father was no longer holding him Logan continued to scream as though he was being murdered. "Well, maybe his diaper needs to be changed," Cloud said, leaning down and laying Logan on his back. "Yep, he definitely needs to be changed."

Cloud grabbed the diaper bag that Aeris had stuffed with his clothes, diapers, wipes and baby powder. He grabbed a fresh diaper, wipes and baby powder out of the bag and began to work on getting him changed. Once Cloud was finished, Logan's screams of anguish turned in sobs.

"There," he said, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "That's what was wrong." Just as soon as Cloud had finished speaking Logan started up with the same loud, ear piercing screeches that he had been producing only minutes earlier. "I stand thoroughly corrected."

"Well, maybe he's hungry," Aeris said, piping up with some input. "I don't think he's had anything to eat all day long."

"Okay, well, let's get him something to eat then," Cloud said, picking him up from the floor once again. "Hey, Logan, what do you want to eat?"

Logan's cries immediately silenced at the slight mention of food. "Soup," he whispered, his voice almost inaudible.

Cloud nodded. "Soup it is then," he said as he walked into the small kitchen of the considerably small house they managed to purchase upon their arrival in Gongaga.