A/N: For the two of you that reviewed (Aeris Tiniel Mirime and rockchick900), thank you so much! I really appreciate it. Sorry if I suck at writing write now, and I'm sorry if this chapter sucks, but and , this is dedicated to you two!

Disclaimer: Sigh Do I really have to say it? I do? Ok, fine. I don't own the Suite Life of Zack and Cody, because owning two little boy's "Suite" lives is something Michael Jackson would do…and I'm not MJ.

Chapter 2: Lilith McClain

"I can't believe this," said Zack. He paced his room trying to accept the fact that Maddie had been missing for a few days now. "So, that would definitely explain why she hasn't shown up lately."

As Zack was about to come up with a few ideas of what could've happened to Maddie, there was a knock on the suite door. Zack wasn't really up to talking to anyone but whoever it was kept knocking, harder and harder. Zack, now very frustrated, hauled the door open and screamed "WHAT!"

"Zack!" Said a familiar voice from under a hood. She looked bloody, but Zack wasn't sure if the blood was even hers.

"Do I know you?" He asked her.

"No, but before I pull down this hood, let me tell you who I am."

"What difference would it make whether or not you pull it off now?"

The girl turned toward the kitchen area. "You'll see…"

She walked into the suite and took a seat on the couch. "As I was saying, my name is Lilith McClain."

"And this means what to me?" asked Zack.

"Your friend is in danger, if she isn't already dead."

"How do you know about Maddie?"

"First off, it's in all the papers, and there's an Amber Alert on her, dumbass."

Zack blushed a little from embarrassment. He looked up suddenly. "How did you know she was my friend?"

"It doesn't matter. Do you have a short attention span, kid? I said she may already be dead. Usually people trip over that the most."

"She is?"

Lilith stood up and grabbed Zack's shoulders, shaking him as she spoke. "She may be, but she may not be. And that's why I'm here."

"But what can I do?"

"I'm starting to wonder myself…"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Lilith let Zack go and walked over to the window. "Madeline Fitzpatrick. Age 16 as of two months ago. Irish, Polish, and a hint of Italian. Eyes, brown. Blonde hair with a brownish streak, as well as hidden red hairs from her Irish heritage."

"You know a lot about her," said a dumbstruck Zack.

"I do. Zachary Martin. Age 13 as of a few months ago. Italian and German. Hazel eyes. Dark blonde hair. Identical twin of Cody Martin, only noticeably chubbier."

"Hey!" said Zack, a little upset now at the mention of his weight difference.

Lilith turned back toward Zack. "Where's your brother?"

"Downstairs. Why?"

"Bring him up."

"What do you mean she knows about Maddie and about us?" said Cody in disbelief at what his brother had just told him.

"She knows much more than she should is all I'm saying," replied Zack.

"How much more exactly?"

"More than and FBI report would."

The twins opened the door to their suite to find Lilith, still hooded, browsing their refrigerator. When she noticed the boys in the door, she pointed at something in the fridge.

"You know, your milk went bad two weeks ago."

Zack turned to Cody. "Told you."

"Tell us. What do you need us for?" asked Cody.

Lilith closed the refrigerator door holding the expired milk in her arm and made her way back to the couch. "It's chunky. How the hell do you guys not notice this? Even Madeline's family can afford fresh milk." She opened the carton and looked inside.

"Did you hear me?" asked an impatient Cody. "What do you need us for?"

"It kinda looks like cottage cheese." She stuck a finger inside and produced a little bit of the chunky substance and put it in her mouth, or it looked like she did on account of the hood shadowing her entire face.

Cody shuddered a bit and let out a small "Eww."

"It doesn't taste like cottage cheese."

"ANSWER HIS QUESTION!" yelled Zack. "And stop eating the milk."

"Fine, fine." Lilith put the carton down and stood up. "If you want to find Madeline, you'll need me. And in order to do what I need to do, I need you."

"What do you need to do?" asked Cody.

"That's not important until we get your friend."

"Where is she?"

"At the moment, I don't know. All I know is that the org–… I mean she was kidnapped and probably taken to Cliffs Ave."

"Cliffs Ave?" said Cody. "That's not even in Boston."

"No sh–…Well, I know she's not there anymore, but she's somewhere near there."

Lilith reached into a pocket and pulled out a map of Massachusetts. She pointed to a city that neither boy has ever heard of. "She should be here."

"That's pretty close by." Said Zack.

"Yes. Yes it is," said Lilith, clearly losing her patience. "But she won't be able to get out without us because of the organ–…that is to say; there are a lot of the kidnappers' friends nearby."

"Why are they specifically targeting Maddie?" asked Cody. "What did she do to them?"

Lilith's voice softened, almost as if she were saddened by the thought of her answer. "Nothing. She did nothing to them."

"Then why do they want her?" asked Zack.

"They don't. They want me."

"What did you do?"

Lilith slammed her hand down on the coffee table. "That's enough questions!"

"No, I have one more," said Cody.

"What?"

"Who are you?"

"I already told your brother, I'm Lilith McClain."

"No, who are you really."

Lilith sighed and brought her hands up to her hood. Slowly, she pulled it down, revealing familiar layered blonde hair, but that wasn't the only weird thing. Except for her green eyes, she was the spitting image of…

"Maddie?" said Zack.

"No, dammit. For the last time, I'm Lilith McClain!"

"But why do you look like Maddie?" asked Cody.

"That's not a story for you to know."

Zack suddenly thought of something. "Whose blood…is that?" he asked, pointing at the blood on her hoodie. Lilith looked down and suddenly winced.

"Is it yours?" asked Cody, genuinely worried. "Because we have a first aid kit under the couch."

"Why do you keep it under…never mind. No, it's not mine."

"Then whose is it?"

Lilith looked at the window again. "Can the hotel heiress drive?"

A/N: Another end to another chapter. Yeah, it doesn't make much sense to me either, and I wrote it. Oh well. Please review! By the by, does anyone know any city names near Boston, Massachusetts? I don't live there, or on that coast for that matter (I'm a Californian), so I wouldn't know. If you know, please tell me in your review, if not then it's cool. I'll improvise. Well, as I said, REVIEW. Oh yeah, standard review rules apply. If you don't know them, then ignore them. That's what I do.