Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original cast members of the Lizzie McGuire show, any characters not recognized from the show are mine. I own the plot too.
AN: I'm not sure where this story is goin' but I'm working on it and I knew I needed to get a new chappie out ASAP. So here it is. Sorry if it rambles a bit, that's me trying to figure out what's next. :) Review! Atleast FIVE reviews before the next chapters, and yeah i count. :P
Chapter 7
Gordo sat on the edge of his bed, wringing his manly hands until the dry, dead skin began to come off from rubbing them together so much. Where were his kids? Lizzie was inthe shower, after much coaxing from Gordo for there was nothing they could do now. Gordo was wearing his boxers and his normally bouncing curls were limp, like the rest of his body in frusteration. Returning to that night for the hundredth time that day he tried to piece every piece of evidence together he could only come with one thought that he recalled thinking that night. "Wow, she looks a lot like Miranda." But that was impossible, Miranda had gotten pregnant at sixteen and wouldn't let either Gordo or Lizzie help her. Shortly after the birth of her daughter her parents had sent her and the child across the country for her own safety. Miranda wrote one letter and sent a picture of her and the child and her 'new beau' in the picture. That was the last he'd heard of her. He should have known it wouldn't last.
The shower turned off and Lizzie stepped out the shower. She could see her husband with his head in his hands on the edge of the bed through the 'window' in their wall. It was actually a two way mirror she'd insisted on for kicks. She shook her hair for a minute, put a few gels in it and set it in a high, messy ponytail out of her way. After completing her 'look' with a pair of shorts and a tank top she walked into the adjoining bedroom and crawled over to her husband, wrapping her arms around him. (AN:There won't be very much fluff in this chapter, sorry :))
"Gordo?" She asked quietly, the phone visible in his lap.
"Hmm?" Was his only reply. Lizzie hadn't believed for a bit that he was truly affected by the disappearances of their children. But now...seeing him like this it was scaring her. Her rock was at a loss for the first time in years and her mother was in a coma, how could they just sit at home?
"Babe what are we going to do?" She asked, sliding so she was sitting next to him.
"Liz..sweetie, I don't know but I can't just sit here and wait for a damned phone call that won't come." He said standing up abruptly. Grabbing his pants and a wife beater he slid them over his sleak, fit body, and turned to his wife, placing a gentle, passionate kiss on her lips, his hand resting on her cheek. "I love you babe," He whispered before grabbing his jacket and heading out the door. Leaving Lizzie to sit by her telephone, waiting for an answer she was unsure that was ever going to come.
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Miranda opened the banging door with a groggy look on her face. She'd been up all day and night with four very pissed off kids since her idiot daughter had kidnapped them. They were finally all asleep in her large queen sized bed in a locked room while. She was surpsied at the sight in front of her, a seething David Gordon, aka Gordo. Her ex-best friend who married her OTHER ex-best friend when she went 'kinda loopy' as some put it. She gulped, this was bad.
"Gordo, what are you doing here?" She asked with a strained whisper. Her daughter would be home any minute and then they were all in trouble. Without hesitation Gordo grabbed Miranda around the throat and pressed her up against the wall.
"Where are my children Miranda!" He yelled, it was a statement noting that she had them, not a question asking if she did.
"I have no ide..." He tightened his grip on her throat. This wasn't the Miranda he knew, this was the woman helping a psycho eighteen year old.
"Where are my children Miranda!" He said seethingly this time, he wasn't letting her get away with it. He loved those children too much to let them go. If Miranda didn't hand them over to him she sure as hell would if a pissed off Lizzie came to his door. There was too much at stake right now to phone Lizzie. He was on his own, then he saw the headlights in the window nearest him.
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Lizzie wasn't sure what had possessed her to come to Miranda's house. It'd been years since the two had ever spoken. But there was something about the girl that had come to her door that made her think of Miranda, it'd never crossed their minds that it could possibly be Randa's daughter.But it was, Lizzie could feel it and she wasn't letting this chick get away with it. Slamming the door shut she started towards the door as a red convertable pulled into the driveway, AT was back. Lizzie's eyes narrowed as she headed towards the parked car.
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AT upheld a terrifying grin upon her face as she opened her car door and put her feet out to stand. Looking up a fist connected with her nose and she fell back into the seat as a figure climbed on top of her grabbing her around the neck. With her eyes opening gradually from the shock and pain she saw blonde ringlets and knew immediatly who it was.
"Lizzie?" She asked softly as Lizzie's grip, like her husbands around Miranda's, tightened around her throat, squeezing breath from her.
"Where are my children you little slut?" Lizzie fumed.
"Oh them, I can tell you...for a price." She giggled, she had Lizzie where she wanted her and she was sure Gordo was inside questioning her mother mercilessly right now. But if she won Gordo it'd be worth it. Lizzie slammed AT's head into the wheel and pulled her out of the car, dragging her towards the door.
"What do you want!" She screamed, fighting back tears at this eighteen year olds insolence (AN:Sorry I don't know how to spell that word). AT smiled and stood eye to eye with Lizzie.
"I want Gordo," She smirked as shock came across Lizzie's face and the front door opened, revealing Miranda with a gun to Gordo's head and a smirk also on her face.
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OH MY GOSH A CLIFFHANGER! What's gonna happen? I don't know but I need five reviews to this chapter before I write more k! Thanks to all who review constantly!
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