A/N: Not the length I normally update with, but ehh. Ignore the OCCnis of the characters. It's AU. Again probably won't update daily, but will try to upload as often as possible. I will not be writing anything else until this one is finished. Thank you to those who favored and followed thus far. Way more attention than I thought this would get. Thank you.
"DOGS!" Gustavo said, calling his wondering boy band members back from their chosen corners of the lobby.
With speed that never failed to amaze the large man, the members of his band assembled before him. James first, side stepping from a chair at the side of the lobby. Followed by Logan who had been up on the lobby balcony. Then Carlos, who had been wandering his way round the lobby wearing dark sunglasses; no doubt pretending to be a spy searching for threats. Gustavo blinked at the three boys standing before him.
"Where's Kendall?" he said. The three boys looked at one another before sweeping their eye round the open expanse of the lobby in search of their missing friend.
"Last place I saw him was over there by the brochures," James said, pointing at the large, ornate cabinet across the lobby from the front door.
"This had better be a prank," Mrs. Knight said, hope filling her voice as worry shorn clearly in her green eyes.
"Yeah, where's he hiding?" Gustavo said, eyes shifting round the lobbing hoping to find the blond teen hiding behind a potted plant, piece of furniture, or pillar giggling. "KENDALL!"
"We don't know," James, Logan and Carlos said in unison.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Gustavo bellowed.
"Kendall?" Mrs. Knight called out, turning away from the small group. Though she hoped like Gustavo that the boys were pulling a very dirty, and misguided prank, she knew in her gut that it was no joke. Her son was gone. He hadn't wandered off without telling anyone—he'd never do that. The boys always told her where they were going; even if they left a note. Someone had taken her son. Taken him right out the door while they were within feet of him.
"Mom?" the familiar voice of her daughter broke through her increasingly panicked thoughts.
Hands, strong and steady were suddenly guiding her to the nearest piece of furniture, encouraging her to sit. Blinking up at the body belonging to the hands she smiled a thank you to James.
"We'll find him," Kelly said, pulling a stool in front of the shocked mother. "Gustavo is having the front desk call the police." She took Mrs. Knight's shaking hands in her own. "We will find him."
"Take a sip," Logan said, a bottle of water, opened and ready for drinking, appeared before her.
"Where is he?" Her voice was barely loud enough to be heard, but they all heard it and had no answer.