A further three days had passed since the police had been given the go ahead to test all abandoned, unregistered babies, and those with guardians who were acting suspicious, and so far they had only tested one baby, that being a negative match. Kyle, although having been force fed by his brothers, was still functioning on little sleep, nearly crashing his car the previous day after being too tired to focus on the road.

"Kyle, you need to get some rest. This isn't going to do you any good." Brax firmly says.

"No, I need to find Lillie." Kyle says, grabbing his car keys from his brother.

"No." Brax hisses, grabbing them back before pinning Kyle against the wall.

"Brax!" Ricky shouts, getting the attention of Casey, who was just walking in from getting them breakfast from the diner.

"Get off me!" Kyle shouts, trying to shove his brother off, but fails.

"I won't, Kyle. When you get Lillie back, she is going to need you. And right now you are in no fit state to be looking after her when you can't even look after yourself, making yourself ill. I'm not going to stand around and let you do this to yourself, so go and get some rest, or I swear you'll regret it." Brax warns, not wanting to be this harsh, but he couldn't see any other option.

"I just want her back." Kyle mutters, unable to hide the fear and sadness in his voice, breaking down into tears as Brax pulls him tight.

"I know you do." Brax sighs, wanting his niece back, and in a way his brother. Kyle hadn't been the same since Lillie was taken, and none of them knew what to do. "But barely eating, sleeping… It's not going to help anyone. You'll just wear yourself out and become sick, then you won't be able to be out there to look for Lillie, and I know you don't want that." He says, his heart breaking with every sob escaping his little brother.

"Where is she?" Kyle quietly sobs, leaning into Brax more.

In any other situation, Kyle would be embarrassed about hugging his brothers this much, they all would, but it was keeping him sane enough to carry on. When Brax hugged him, he felt like everything was going to be okay, he felt safe. They knew he needed him now more than ever, and they weren't going to let him down for anything, especially from embarrassment. That had gone now, they no longer felt embarrassed, they felt stronger.

"Let's get you back in your room, okay? After some rest, you'll feel a lot better and have a clearer headspace." Brax says, leading Kyle into the hallway as Casey walk over to the table, handing the girls their orders.

"Why did this have to happen?" Casey sighs.

"I wish we had the answer to that." Ricky says.

"How was no trace left behind?" Denny asks. "Surely there was a fingerprint, or even a strand of hair that the police could use?"

"No, they said this was well planned. Whoever did this knew Kyle enough to know who he trusted to babysit, and knew how they were going to do this. There's not even anything on CCTV anywhere in the Bay." Ricky says.

Brax had been lying next to Kyle for a while now, glad Kyle was softly snoring away next to him. It hadn't taken him as long as he thought for Kyle to fall asleep, but when he moved, Kyle woke for a few seconds before falling back to sleep. This was going to be the only time in days that Kyle was getting a good amount of sleep, and he wasn't willing to move again to disturb him.

He sighed to himself as he glanced around Kyle's room, noticing that he hadn't moved a thing of Lillie's since she went missing. The blanket in her cot was still ruffled to the side, not straightened out like Kyle usually did, her favourite teddy missing from it, most likely being on her.

When Kyle started to stir from his sleep, Brax quickly glanced at his watch and saw Kyle had managed to get 4 hours of sleep. He lightly scoffed, not even realising he had been lost in his own thoughts for so long. The one thought they all had on their minds, was whether this was going to end soon, and Lillie would be returned to Kyle any day now.

"I need to head back out." Kyle mutters, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Kyle, take it easy just for today. The police have plenty of manpower out there and Alf has some searches going as well. You need to focus on your own health for a moment." Brax says as they both shuffle up the bed to lean against the wall.

"She's due a feed now, and a nap soon." Kyle mutters as he glances at the time. "What if whoever has her isn't feeding her, or has just left her somewhere?"

"You can't think like that. But at least the police have ruled out Phoebe and Ash, which means she isn't in Melbourne." Brax says, then realising that may have been better cause then they'd know she was safe. "She's going to be okay, the police think someone has done this for themselves, to look after her."

"But she's mine, I look after her!" Kyle croaks. "I never thought I could be a dad, and this has just proved it."

"This has proved nothing. You weren't to know this was going to happen. You were in a meeting, a meeting I asked you to cover for me." Brax sighs. "I'm so sorry, Kyle. If I had just rearranged it, maybe this wouldn't be happening."

"Don't blame yourself. I still would have been at work, so nothing would have changed, not really." Kyle says. "I just don't understand why someone would take her from me. And if it was for revenge or whatever, why wasn't a ransom note left?"

"I don't know. But the police know what they're doing, and they will find something."

"What if they don't? What do I do then?" Kyle asks, fighting back tears. "For the last 6 months, I haven't known anything different. She's been a part of my day, every single day. Whether it was being there every second for the first few months, or when I got home from work. She was always my priority. I wouldn't know what I'd do if she never came home."

"Maybe me and Rick should move out for a while." Brax sighs, Kyle looking up at him.

"Why would you do that?" He frowns.

"IF nothing is found, I don't want you to feel pressured into seeing me and Ricky with our kid. She's due in a little over two weeks and you don't deserve that." Brax says, not knowing how Kyle would deal with having another baby around when he didn't know where his was.

"You can't move out of your own house. I'll be okay." Kyle mutters, having completely forgotten Ricky was due so soon. "If I ever need time out, Heath is only across the road. He's already said I can stay whenever I need to." Kyle says, fiddling with the top of the duvet. "You shouldn't worry about me when your kid comes, cause you never know what's going to happen."

"I am going to worry, Kyle. You're my little brother and you need me, whether you admit it or not, I know you. I've still got two weeks until she gets here, so that means I've got two weeks to focus on you. So I need you to start helping yourself by eating and sleeping because it's going to make you feel a lot better."

"I don't want Ricky to hate me because you're alway helping me."

"She could never hate you, Kyle. Unless you eat the last of her pasta dish like Heath did the other day, then World War Three will break out again. I never knew she still had that temper in her." Brax comments.

"Casey actually said he could have that." Kyle faintly smiles, remembering his younger brother offering it to him first, a knock on the door getting their attention.

"Kyle, you've got a visitor." Heath says, glancing at Brax.