AN: Sorry everyone. Forgot I still had to locate two of the chapters and continue posting this. All chapters are found now so you will get an ending. Sorry about the wait. Hope you all enjoy the ending. PaceyW'sgirl and Myla84 thanks for leaving reviews and Myla thanks for the message that reminded me this story needed an ending.

Jen's POV:

I heard laughter coming from the living room. Bessie, Bodie, Grams and the other guests were all in there playing charades or some other crazy game to try and wait out the storm. Grams had tried to get me to participate but I just wasn't in the mood.

Instead I had retreated to the kitchen to sulk. An untouched cup of hot chocolate sat on the table in front of me. When I had made it, I had wanted it but now I was just sitting and staring at it, like its dark surface might start revealing the future to me.

Beside the hot chocolate sat my cell phone. I had picked it up several times since Joey had called me wanting to call Jack. I hadn't brought myself to actually put the call through though. What could Jack really do. He was at his apartment and I was here. Part of me was afraid that if I called him he do something foolish like try to drive out here to be with me. I didn't need anyone else out in the storm because of me.

"Won't you please come join us honey," I heard my grandmother say softly walking into the room.

"I'm not in the mood to play games."

"Then don't play, but I really wish you would come in and be with us."

"I'm happy right here," I told her.

"Jen honey this isn't your fault," Grams said pulling out the chair next to me and sitting down in it.

"Yes it is. If he hadn't been helping me out he never would have been out here and nothing would have happened."

"We don't even know that anything did happen. It may be something as simple as his radio being out."

I looked at her completely skeptical. She couldn't possibly believe that could she. On second thought this was Grams we were talking about. The eternal optimist.

"Jen I'm just as worried as you are and its okay to be worried but you need to give up this guilt trip. Doug was doing his job. If something did happen, it didn't happen just because he brought you out here. It very well could've have happened anyways."

"Its not helping," I told her.

Grams reached out and put her arms around me. I let my head rest on her shoulder. It was nice to know that you were never to old to be comforted by your grandmother.

"I just hope Doug's okay," I whispered. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes but they just wouldn't fall.

"So do I sweetie. So do I. I've been praying for that ever since you told me."

"Can you say a prayer for me too?" I asked her

Ted's POV:

The storm had yet to let up. I had called my wife, Melissa, just to let her know that I was okay and to see how she was doing. The baby was due next week, and part of me wanted to be home with her. Still, I had to work and unfortunately my profession required that I be away from home at times like this. Melissa understood that and was taken everything in stride.

"You ready?" George asked me.

"Yeah, let's get going," I said seeing that two other officers were standing beside George. We were heading outside to clear off some of the squad cars which we had parked on the street out front of the station. When the snow started letting up we wanted to be ready. I wasn't even sure Sheriff Witter was aware of what we were doing. I hadn't seen him since coming back from patrol as he hadn't left his office. Hopkins had been in and out of the office several times but that was it.

The four of us headed outside. Trudging through the snow that covered the steps we headed toward the cars. Even though another group had been out only a half hour ago, I could see that we still had a lot of work ahead of us.

I had a feeling we were in for a long night. Not to mention that even after the storm, we'd still be on duty. Sheriff Witter wouldn't let any of us go until Doug was found. Again I thought about heading out now and starting the search. Then I thought about Melissa at home waiting for me. Getting myself stuck somewhere wouldn't get anyone anywhere.

"Hang on Doug," I said silently under my breath as we started clearing off the car. I knew none of my co-workers had heard me as the words were swept away with the wind.

John Witter's POV:

I hit the button on my cell phone to end the call when I got Pacey's voice mail. I knew my youngest son wasn't happy with me. Didn't understand the decision that I had to make. I just hoped he wasn't answering the cell phone because he was ignoring me and not because something had happened to him too.

There was no doubt in my mind that Pacey had gone out looking for Doug. It was why he hadn't acknowledge my order for him not to do anything crazy. I hoped he found him and that both of my sons got to someplace safe.

I didn't like the news coming in. The storm system had stalled and unfortunately it had decided to stall with the worse part of the system over top of us. This night was just getting worse and worse.

I had lost count of how many times I had called Doug's cell, hoping he would answer. The fact that he wasn't answering his cell phone told me it wasn't a simple radio problem. Something had gone wrong out there.

As a father I wanted to go out there and start searching. Damn the safety issue or the fact that going out in this storm was completely insane. Unfortunately I didn't have that luxury. I had a responsibility to all the other officers under me. I couldn't put their lives in jeopardy to search for one officer despite the fact that the officer in question was my son.

Pacey's POV:

Silence had fallen back over the vehicle. I didn't even have the radio on. I was afraid of what might come out of it. Doug and I didn't exactly agree when it came to music. Come to think of it, we didn't exactly agree when it came to a lot of stuff. Still my brother had been there for me over the years. Had given me a place to live my junior year of high school. When I had gone to Boston, he had helped me find a job. When Audrey had crashed the car through the Leery's home one Christmas he had helped me cover it to protect her. When my job as a broker had come to a crashing halt, Doug had come through once again. Not only had he once again given me a place to live, but he was the one who had dropped my name to Mrs. Leery when she had been looking for a cook. Giving how things were with me and Dawson at the time, asking her for a job hadn't exactly been at the top of my list but when she had offered me the job I knew I couldn't pass it up.

Now, I didn't know what had happened to him and the last time I had seen him I had yelled at him because he was doing what he had been doing for the last several years - looking out for me. Being the father figure that my own father had never been. I didn't think I had ever told Doug how much I appreciated everything he had done for me over the years. What it meant to know that even if I screwed up, Doug would still be there for me. Still love me. Yeah, he might want to strangle me for whatever I had done, but in the end he still loved me. It wasn't something I could say about my Dad.

"Pacey over there," Andy said pointing off to my left.

I brought the car to a stop and looked in the direction she was pointing. It didn't take me long to see what had caught her attention. Dim lights could be seen in that direction. Lights that very well could be headlights.

I put the car in park and unfastened my seatbelt.

"I'm checking it out. Stay here," I told Andie. I saw her nod her head as I opened my door, grabbed the flashlight out from under the seat and climbed out.

I headed in the direction of the lights, walking into the wind. I was almost on top of the car before I even saw it or the deer that was laying dead on the ground in front of the car. The deer was covered with snow but I knew what it was from the antlers sticking up out of the snow.

I made my way to the driver's door, shining the flashlight into the car. Doug was unconscious in the driver's seat, a small stream of blood along the side of his face from a cut on his forehead. I tried the door handle but the car was lock.

I hurried back to the vehicle.

"Is it him?" Andie asked when I opened the back door.

"Yes, and he's hurt. There a dead deer in front of the car so he must have hit it," I told her.

"What are you looking for?"

I didn't answer her right away as I was looking frantically for the crowbar that I knew was under the back seat.

"This," I finally told her holding up the crowbar. "The doors are locked. I'm going to have to break the passenger side window to get inside."

Crowbar in hand I headed back to the squad car, Andie right behind me this time.